Welcome new readers, and welcome back old, to The AllSpark Changed My Life. As an old reader, you might be confused as to where the rest of the story went. If you haven't been keeping updated, I have been doing some heavy revising of the story, so as to better tell it, and this is what you're reading now. I will be posting a chapter every Friday morning, until I run out of pre-written chapters, then it will be the Friday after I finish the current chapter. As there are twenty-eight chapters of old content, I am confident I can keep this schedule up till near the end of the fic.

If you enjoyed the original version, fear not, for it is still available on my A03, as "The AllSpark Changed My Life (First Draft)". Just go to my profile and follow the link to my AO3 page.

I was woken up by something jumping on the bed and climbing over me. I assumed it was one of the cats, so I just ignored it and snuggled back under the covers, trying to get some more sleep. Then the "cat" started to bark in my ear.

I batted the dog away and sat up, looking down at where it still stood barking at me. It was a little tan Chihuahua with a white cast on its front left paw, and a sparkly necklace for a collar. I had the odd feeling that I knew this dog, though I was certain he didn't belong to our family. Then I realized that it was light enough to see the dog, even though I hadn't turned on the light.

I looked around and felt my eyes nearly bug out of their sockets. This was not my room. Some things were the same - the turquoise blue walls, my clutter covered dresser, the queen bed with a slate gray fabric headboard and matching comforter and pillows over a heavy forest green quilt - but so much else, like the shelves that bisected the room, the computer desk, the connecting bathroom, and several posters on the wall, were like nothing I owned. As well, the light pouring through the the windows was clear, like after sunrise, and a glance at the clock on the nightstand (also a new addition) said it was around seven. My usual wake up time was five in the morning for seminary, did class get cancelled today?

As I looked around, I heard a woman calling to me, "Alison! Are you up, sweetie?"

"Yeah, Mom!" I called back, then rocked back with a frown. Why was Mom waking me up? By seven, she should be heading to work, or still sleeping if she took the day off. What was going on?

I decided it was best to play along for now, and so I got up and got dressed for school. I tugged on my jeans (low rise, what?) and dug out my black sneakers, but for the life of me I couldn't find any of my uniform shirts. I was supposed to be teaching today, and I was certain I'd set at least one out last night. Of course, that was in my old room, so who knew where it was now. What I found instead was a white three-quarter sleeve t-shirt with a black vest hanging on my closet door with a sticky note that read "Presentation shirt" next to it. I put it on, and just hopped this is what I needed for the day.

After getting dressed, I washed my face and brushed out my hair in the bathroom. At the same time, I looked myself over to make sure I hadn't suddenly changed appearance. Nope, same usually pin-straight dark brown hair that fell to just below my shoulder blades, though it was a little wavy right now cause I had fallen asleep with it wet. Same oval face with freckles across my cheeks and small smooth nose. Same hazel-green eyes with long dark lashes under average eyebrows. Same silver moon studs in month-old ear piercings. Same scar just above my left boob from my pacemaker. I didn't feel any shorter than my natural five-foot-four, but not any taller either. In a similar vein, my boobs were still modest Cs, though perked up a bit by the vest, and I still had no ass to speak of. In other words, pretty, but average and all me.

I went to grab my messenger bag, only to find another note on it, saying to not forget Grandpa's things, with an arrow pointing at the backpack next to it. I looked inside it with a frown, and just saw a bunch of old navigational equipment and papers, like for sailors from the eighteen-hundreds at least. I didn't recognize any of it, and I had no idea why I would need it, but it was obviously important, so I grabbed it as I went downstairs. That was another difference, my old room had been on the ground floor since I was twelve.

In the kitchen, a thin woman with strawberry blonde hair that flared out like a bell around her head looked back from the stove where she was dishing out breakfast as I came in. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Morning, Mom," I said, assuming this was who she was. I sat at the table, digging into the bacon, eggs and french toast she set in front of me.

"You were pretty deep asleep when I checked you. You have any dreams?" she asked me, sitting across from me.

"None that I recall," I said. That was true, unless this whole situation was an elaborate dream, though it would be weird for someone in the dream to ask about it. Ugh, Inception stuff, annoying and brain hurting.

A man came in from the back door and sat at the table next to be. He was heavy set, with balding hair the same color as mine, and dark brown eyes. "Hey, sport," he said, ruffling my hair a bit.

"Hey, Dad," I said, smoothing my hair out.

"You got everything for your project?" he asked me.

"Right here," I said, poking the backpack with my foot.

"Good. Remember to get your grade from your teacher right after class, or we're going to wait till tomorrow to get your car, even if you did get your A."

My car? My A? What was that…

My thoughts were interrupted by the chihuahua barking and the woman turning to shush him. "Mojo, quiet please." She looked at me. "Alison, you remembered to give your dog his pain pills, right?"

Mojo? Pain pills? That was almost like…

It suddenly all came to me where I was, in the form of a flashback. Me sitting in the living room with these people, making a deal to save up two thousand dollars and get three As on school projects. Riding with the woman to the vet because she tossed Mojo into the laundry by accident and he broke his leg. Getting a genealogy project in history, and taking the easy route of a family member with all his history compiled, just needing written out into a paper and speech. A speech about Archibald Witwicky, semi-famed explorer and ancestor of Ron Witwicky, who lived in Tranquility, California, and had a wife Judy, and a daughter Alison. Me. I was in the Transformers movies, in Sam's place.

Fuck me.

I finished my breakfast, gave Mojo his pain pills, and really quickly ran upstairs to grab my laptop and stuff it into my bag before being driven to school by Ron. (Dad? Whatever, worry about that later.) Once there, I went took a seat on the school steps where a sudden flashback showed me was my usual spot, and pulled out my laptop. Maybe this was all a crazy dream, but if not, then maybe I'd be able to access the TFWiki and fanfiction archives to help me navigate this.

No such luck. The internet resources were nonexistent, and the folders of fanart I'd saved had disappeared, as well as the documents containing the fanfictions I had been writing. So all I had to rely on was my own knowledge, unless…

I pulled out a notebook I knew I had written various TF notes into and flipped through it, but no go there either. Either I had slipped into the body of an Alison who had eerily similar tastes to myself, or someone had brought my stuff with me and scrubbed it of any mention of Transformers. I wasn't sure which I would have preferred as the answer.

Okay, first things first, keep calm. You only just woke up in a universe you thought was only fiction yesterday. God, that sounded like a bad fanfic premise. I grimaced, as I remembered reading a few of those. Some were okay, but others...

Okay, focus. First off, let's organize what you know, starting with the plot of the movies. I took the notebook, which was actually pretty blank without my scribbles, and started filling out a list of the events of the first movie. After a few minutes, I had a solid list.

1) SOCCENT Attack in Qatar, Will Lennox, Robert Epps, Fig, Donally, the local boy (Mofuz?) and others escape with captures of Blackout.
2) Sam gives his genealogy report in class and gets an A-.
3) Sam and Ron go to the lot and Bee picks Sam for his driver.
4) Maggie and others analyse the signal.
5) Frenzy hacks AF1 and gets the Witwicky and Project Iceman files and he and Barricade head to Tranquility
6) Sam goes to party and hooks up with Mikaela
7) Scorponok attack (8?)
8) Maggie takes copy of signal to Glen (7?)
9) Bee sends out the signal; Sam gets arrested.
10) Glen and Maggie arrested.
11) Will and team get on plane to states
12) Satan's Camaro and being chased by Barricade; Grabbing Mikaela and driving off in Bee.
13) Meeting the Autobots and looking for the Glasses; S7 shows up; Sam, Mikaela, and Bee captured.
14) Hoover Dam, the AllSpark, Frenzy busting out Megatron.
15) Battle of Mission City, Jazz killed by Megatron early on, Bumblebee crippled, AllSpark run, Sam kills Megatron and destroys the AllSpark in the process.

Okay. So that's happening within the next several days. And then… what happened next?

16) Autobots granted sanctuary, Optimus signals more 'Bots to come to Earth, NEST is formed, Bots move to Diego Garcia (?)
17) Starscream pulls some stunt, Bumblebee "loses his voice again", becomes Sam's permanent guardian.
18) The Arcees (Elita, Chromia, Arcee?), Jolt, Sideswipe and Skids and Mudflap arrive on Earth.
19) Decepticons have intermittent raids for the two years between MC and Shanghai.
20) Shanghai raid, 'Cons tell OP and 'Bots about the Fallen's imminent arrival.
21) Sam gets ready to go to college, finds AllSpark shard and gives it to Mikaela for safekeeping
22) Galloway blows all the secrets needed for Megs's revival on a hacked satellite feed to Soundwave.
23) 'Cons revive Megs, he goes to meet the Fallen again (Mind control?)
24) Sam at college, meets Leo and "Alice". Bee takes him to talk with Optimus
25) Sam starts losing it from AllSpark, Mikaela attacked by Wheelie,
26) Alice assaults Sam; Sam, Mikaela and Leo flee but get caught by Megs
27) OP frees Sam, gets killed by Megatron; Sam, Bee, Skids, Mudflap, Mikaela and Leo flee to safety.
27) 'Cons attack; Fallen turns Sam into Public Enemy Number 1
28) Leo leads team to Simmons; Wheelie tells them of Jetfire and other Seekers.
29) Team goes to DC, wake Jetfire, teleport to Egypt
30) Figure out 3 Kings riddle; calls NEST in to Egypt; find Matrix but it crumbles
31) Battle of Egypt, Sam dies and comes back with restored Matrix, Optimus revived and kicks Fallen's ass
32) Injured Megatron and Starscream retreat, 'Bots return to Diego Garcia/States.
33) Sam (apparently) gets dumped by Mikaela; gets Medal from Pres Obama, meets Carly
34) Three years between Egypt and Chernobyl, Bots help the US with "anti-terrorist actions"
35) Chernobyl fight, Find Ark part
36) Sam meets Wang and gets info on Soundwave's murder spree
37) Go to the moon and retrieve Sentinel
38) Sam and Simmons investigate the murder spree more,
39) Sentinel betrays the 'Bots, kills Ironhide, Skids and Mudflap
40) Carly held hostage by Dylan; Sentinel orders Autobots leave Earth
41) Xantium destroyed; Sam, Epps and other NEST guys decide to take the fight to Megs and Sentinel
42) Battle of Chicago; Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Dylan, Sentinel and Megs all killed; Wheeljack, Wheelie and Brains killed (? on last 2)
43) NEST disbanded; Cemetery Wind hunts down 'Bots and 'Cons; OP hibernates until found by Cade Yeager; AOE Plot happens.

Damn, I am so glad my friend Matt made me watch Dark of the Moon with him, but maybe I should have also seen Age of Extinction. Well, too late now, might as well make the best of it. But, how to do that?

"Hey Alison!"

The call of my name snapped me from my focus, and I looked up to see a boy coming towards me. Long, lanky blonde hair to his shoulders, dark blue eyes, about 5'8" and skinny. Even without the memory flash, I knew this was Miles Lancaster, Sam's - or rather, my - best friend since elementary school.

"Hey Miles," I said, closing my notebook in a way I hoped wasn't suspicious. Didn't need him looking in and seeing what I'd written. I didn't need to spill my secret to fast (don't be like Megatron in the one fic, ha ha. Focus, Alison!).

"What were you working on?" he asked, sitting next to me.

"Oh, just story stuff." A memory flash confirmed, yes, I did do a bit of story writing.

"Cool, what's this one about?"

"A mafia story about a cop undercover as nightclub singer, the Don's second in command and their romance, which is complicated by the nightclub owner growing obsessed over the singer."

"Hmm, that sounds neat, for a romance." He looked down at the backpack. "Got your grandpa's stuff?"

"You know it," I said, and after a quick reminder to be careful, I let him root around in there looking at the navigational tools. We started chatting about our nights and were starting a debate about the latest trailer for the Mass Effect game when I spotted Mikaela walk up with Trent out of the corner of my eye. I turned and stared at her. Tanned skin glowing in the sun, dark brown hair hanging down in waves, blue eyes watching everything even as she listened to Trent going on about something. Not to mention how hot she looked in her blue tank top, shorts and heels. Okay, flat out, having your biggest fictional crush walk right in front of you and realizing you actually had a shot, crashes any train of thought you're thinking. My heart started pounding, and after she passed by, I couldn't help sighing.

Miles gave me a funny look and shook his head. "You need to get over yourself, Alison."

"What!?" I asked, as a small flash told me that Miles knew about me being gay. And my parents, so that wasn't an issue for them either. Good, I didn't really want to hide it.

"Come on, you really think Mikaela's gonna like you that way, even if you got her off of Trent or any of the other jocks?" he asked.

"A girl can dream, can't she?" I defended. Miles just didn't know Mikaela like I did, he thought her the jock concubine, not the smart, amazing girl she was.

Before we could continue our conversation, the first bell rang and we packed up to head into the school. The day passed quickly, though I felt odd with the different teachers, and how we were at slightly different places in each class than my old ones, though thankfully not so much I was lost. When I had some spare time, I wrote more in my notebook, filling out as much information I could remember about the movies. Granted, some stuff, especially the character information, was fanon, but for all I knew, it was canon for this world, so it didn't hurt to write down, I could always correct it later. I also looked over my report, making sure I knew what I needed to say for class. It actually had information not in the movie, but I assume that was cause the movie wanted to streamline the plot and get to the meat of the story. Plus, Sam had apparently been last in class to go, and was hocking the stuff too.

Eventually, eighth period history rolled around, and students were called up to give their reports. The class was going in alphabetical order, starting from around J, so this must be day two of reports. Since I was W, I was the last to get up. I set the items on the table at the front of the class, and apologized for taking a bit to set up. I was just about to start my report when a rubber band hit my face. After blinking away my surprise, I shot a glare at Trent, since I knew it was him. Mikaela was next to him, though she appeared to be frowning at what just happened. Cause I'm a girl? I honestly didn't see what she could in that jackass. Must be the muscles.

Hosney gave me the go, and I cleared my throat before starting my report. "For my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky, who was a famous explorer back in the day. He was born in 1845 in Boston, and grew up around the shipyards, becoming a sailor when he was 17, and eventually working his way up to captain of his own ship. He married twice in his life, once to Samantha Bower in 1860, who died in childbirth three years later, and then the much younger Molly Curran in 1876. Molly and him had six children, three of which died in childhood, but two daughters and a son, Lizzie, Mary and Clarence, survived to adulthood." I held up photocopies of the census records.

"The most famous thing Archibald did in his life happened in 1897, when he was hired by the United States government to lead the National Arctic Circle Expedition." I held up the map of the Arctic Circle, then gestured to the tools on the table. "These here are all tools of a late-19th century seamen-" Pause for the laughter because teenagers "-that were specifically owned by my grandfather and used when he led 47 brave men into the Arctic shelf. I also have his glasses." I held them up. "These help tell the story of his very quick fall from grace. According to the journal of his first mate, Reginald Danco, while the ship had to break out of a part of the shelf, Archibald and he noticed the expedition's dogs seemed interested in something under the ice, and Archibald ordered the crew to dig. He ended up falling through the ice into a cavern. He first called up that they'd made a great discovery, then let out a cry of pain. One of the sailors dropped down and found him groping around for his glasses, having suddenly gone blind. They pulled Archibald back up, and never saw what his 'great discovery' was."

I set the glasses down and picked up the papers with cybertronian written on them. "After returning to the ship, Danco ordered the expedition to turn back for home, and my grandfather, though blind, spent the next three months filling out one hundred and sixty-six papers just like these. He also kept claiming that there was an 'iceman' or 'devil man' under the ice. On the first day of 1898, he was declared incurably insane, his effects given to his family, and was eventually transferred to the Psychopathic Institute for the Long-Term Insane in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where he lived until his death in 1938, at 93 years old, still rambling on about his iceman and how Earth would be soon facing a war more devastating than any we'd seen. Molly had passed in the 1920s, so he was survived by his children, including Clarence Witwicky, whose line I am descended from. Thank you." I finished just as the bell rang and everyone started packing up to leave.

"Okay everyone, might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not!" Hosney called out over the hubbub. "Sleep in fear tonight."

Once the rest of the class had left and I packed the instruments into their backpack, slipping the glasses to an outer pocket. Once done, I went to Hosney's desk. "So, how'd I do?" I asked him, trying not to sound too eager.

"I say that was a fairly solid A, Alison. Good work."

"Really!?" I couldn't contain my excitement now, and rocked back and forth on my heels as I waited for him to mark my grade on my paper and in the computer before handing it back to me. I made sure to walk out of the classroom, but once in the hall I jumped and let out a small yell of glee.

Miles was just coming down the hall from his last class. "You got the A?"

"Hell yeah!" I said, half shoving the paper in his face.

"Nice!" he said, giving me a high five that turned into a chest bump hug. We walked out of the school together, and he made me promise to pick him up once I got the car so he could see it before I ran to where Ron (I decided I'd use his and Judy's names for now) was waiting.

"So," he asked me.

"Solid A!" I said, holding out the paper to him.

"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." He grabbed the paper and looked at it. "It's an A."

"So I'm good?" I asked.

"You're good." He pulled away from the school and I couldn't help bouncing a little in my seat. I get a lot of nervous energy when I'm excited, and meeting an Autobot, even if I wasn't supposed to know it yet, was very exciting.

We drove through town, and Ron pulled his little Prosche gag, then we went to Bolivia's dealership. I looked around the cars there, and couldn't help having the same reactions as Sam. "Dad, you said two thousand for half a car, not half a piece of crap."

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine," Ron said.

"Do you want me to wreck? How many of these cars do you think are up to code?" I looked around the lot, but I didn't see the yellow Camaro with black racing stripes yet. I knew he'd be there soon, but I wanted to be sure.

"No sacrifice-" Ron started, and I knew I was expected to finish.

"Yeah, no victory."

"No victory."

"I get it," I said. "The old Witwicky motto. Not sure what that has to do with a car though."

Bobby Boliva finally came out. "Sir, Miss." He extended his hand to Ron. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." He laughed and I made a face at his unfunny joke. "How can I help you?"

"Well, my daughter here," Ron put his hand on my shoulder, "is looking to buy her first car."

"You come to see me?" Bobby asked.

"I had to," I said, and it was true, at least partially. Bee probably could have found me in another lot, but here he at least fit in.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." He held out his hand and I shook it.

"Alison." I was grateful that my name here was the same, and that I wasn't Samantha or some bullshit.

"Alison. Can I call you Ali?"

"I prefer Alison."

"Alright, Alison." Bolivia put a hand on my shoulder and started leading me into the lot. "Let me talk to you. Alison, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something, doll. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine."

"Mm, I see," I said, looking about and spotting Bumblebee roll in. I smiled, then looked to Bobby again. "I think I get what you mean."

"Of course you do. Doll, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy." He pointed to one of the women sitting in a yard a few houses away. "That's my mammy. Hey, Mammy!"

She flipped him off and I had to bite down a laugh. I'll admit, that had been one of the funner bits of the film.

"Ooh, don't be like that," Bobby said, trying to play off the moment. "If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch. I tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" He gave an awkward laugh and we moved on to walk around Bumblebee. "Well, over here, every piece of car a woman might want or need."

I looked Bee over, wondering what he had done to get so filthy. "This ain't bad," I said. "A little dirty, but he's got racing stripes."

"Yeah. It got racing- Yeah, what's this?" I heard Bobby act confused about Bumblebee, but I ignored him as I slipped into the driver's seat, though not before wiping it down with a cloth I'd picked up in Dad's car.

"Feels good," I said, wiggling a bit in the seat and wiping the dirt off the steering wheel. It uncovered the Autobot symbol, and I smiled at seeing it. "Well, hello there," I said, setting my hands on the wheel. I could, if I concentrated, just barely feel a pulsing, like a heartbeat, or should I say, sparkbeat. "Bumblebee. That's your name." The way I said it, Bobby and Ron probably thought it was just me deciding on the car, but I could feel a faint stalling in the pulse and my chair shifted slightly back. I smiled and looked up at Bobby, who had just started his spiel about the "semi classic nature of the car" and "custom paint scheme".

"The paint's faded though," I pointed out. "And it looks like he's been sitting in a garage or barn for a while, so how do we know if everything is alright with him?"

"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Bobby looked up to Ron. "Five grand."

"No, I'm not paying over four," Ron said. "Sorry."

Bobby looked back at me. "Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car."

"You said cars pick their drivers," I reminded him in protest. I knew I'd get Bee anyway, but I wanted to put up a bit of a fight for him.

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." He started walking to the Volkswagon and I pouted, running a hand over the steering wheel before I got out.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there," Ron said, pointing across the lot.

"Who wants a Fiesta when there's a Camaro available?" I asked no one in particular, watching for what Bee would do next.

"This is a classic engine right here," Bobby was saying about the Volkswagon. "I sold a car the other day-" Bee slammed his door into the Beetle and sent it crashing into the stand of oil. I couldn't resist a giggle as Ron went to help Bobby.

"No, no, no. No worries," Bobby said. "I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!"

I was still next to Bee, and I could hear his radio start up as Bobby went to show off another car. I covered my ears and ducked down just before the windshields all exploded. I heard Bobby and Ron shout out, though of course none of us were hurt, and when I looked up, I could see several thousand dollars of property damage done. But it served its purpose, as Bobby quickly turned to Ron and held up four fingers. "Four thousand!"

The paperwork took maybe twenty minutes to sign over, and like that I became the owner of an Autobot. Was that technically slavery? Let's call it guardianship and leave it at that. I told Ron of my plans to pick up Miles, and we split ways, he heading off to home. As I went over to Miles's house, which was in the back of the neighborhood near the park with the lake, I tried to think of how to deal with Bee. I didn't want to act completely clueless, but I also didn't want to flat out say I knew what he was. Probably the best way would be to get him to reveal himself. Well, only one way to find out.

"Well, I have to say you're a real steal. I mean, I said your engine was probably gonna be as crappy as your paint job, but I could tell you had something really nice under this hood. You're actually running better than my dad's car, and he babies that thing so hard."

Nothing. Not a response.

"I mean, I guess there is something different about you. I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy, but I could have sworn, when you were parked, I could feel a pulse and a connection. It's almost like you're alive." We were coming up on an intersection as I said this, and I felt a small jolt as we started to slow down. But my foot wasn't on the brake yet.

"You are! That was all you!" I said. "So you are alive! I thought there was something different about you. You made the car windshields explode, didn't you?"

He was quiet for a minute. -Guilty as charged,- he finally played for me.

"Sweet!" I smiled. "So, what are you, a robot? A ghost haunting the car? An alien?"

-Two outta three!-

"Okay. I'm going to go with robot and alien, cause an alien ghost haunting a car makes just about no sense, and I'm not sure a robot can even be a ghost. But what are you doing here?"

-You don't seem scared.-

"I've always thought there was life out there, and hey, you've not driven off with me or done anything since I figured you out. You can't be that bad, can you?"

-Don't shoot! I'm one of the good guys!-

"Okay then, can you tell me what you are?"

-Classified.-

"Really? Well, can you tell me your name?"

-You already guessed it!-

"Bumblebee? Is that it?" His engine gave a purr, which I took for yes. "Alright, Bumblebee, tell you what. I promise, I won't reveal you to anyone, but you gotta tell me about you. Please? Deal?"

Bumblebee was quiet for a bit, then -You drive a hard bargain, but alright.-

I smiled. "I'll drop in the garage later tonight and you can tell me, okay? But, make sure you lay low with Miles, okay. He'll probably be in here as much as I am."

We pulled up to Miles's house not long after that, and after he stopped gushing over how cool Bee was, we went back to my place so I could quickly change into shorts and a t-shirt. Then we took Bee to the coin-operated car wash and gave him a good scrub down. It took almost two hours, during which Miles and I got soaked as we played as much as washed, but Bee was as gleaming as he could be as a faded old Camaro, and the way he played the radio after we dropped Miles off seemed to suggest he liked it. When I got home, I left Bee in the garage and told him I'd be down after Ron and Judy went to bed, before heading in to finish my chores and my homework.

After dinner, I went to my room to wait for Ron and Judy to go to bed, and started thinking. Tomorrow, in the movie timeline, Sam would go to the lake, hook up with Mikaela, then be freaking out as Bumblebee pulled his disappearing act, chase after him, and get arrested. But I already know about it, so I could just skip to getting the glasses to Optimus. But then Mikaela won't be there for Bumblebee at Mission City, which will probably still go down just because it will. So I gotta find a way to hook up with Mikaela at the party. It made my heart flutter a bit thinking of it. And if I could get Simmons to talk with Optimus about the AllSpark, maybe Mission City could be avoided, or at least delayed enough that we stood a better chance. I'd have to see what happened.

Ron and Judy went to bed a little before midnight, and I waited an hour to make sure they were asleep before slipping out of my room, creeping down the stairs and out to the garage. "Bumblebee," I sid as I came in. "It's me." I didn't dare flip on the light, and there wasn't much moonlight, so the garage was fairly dark.

Bee turned on his headlights and I could see him a little better. He was still in car mode, but once I made sure the door was closed behind me, he shifted into robot mode. Even after seeing the transformation so many times onscreen, it was still awesome to witness in reality. One he completed the transformation, he knelt and played over the radio -How do you do?-

"Whoa," was all I could say for a minute. "Um, I'm good. So, umm, can I ask why are you here now?"

-Classified. - Gotta ring up the man upstairs- Bumblebee told me.

"'Man upstairs?' Is he your boss?"

Bumblebee nodded and held out something to me, a round disk that I figured was his beacon, from the grill on the front that held the 'Bot symbol.

"Oh, you need to signal him, from space I suppose." I pretended to think for a minute. "There's a junkyard not far from here, enclosed area but enough open ground and high enough a signal should be mostly unobstructed. But we can't go tonight," I added quickly, since it looked like he was going to transform to set out. "It's too cloudy, and it'll take nearly an hour to get there, plus however long it takes you to send your signal, and get back. I'm already up too late on a school night as is, I don't need Mom finding out I pulled an all nighter. Tomorrow is supposed to be clear, and we can go either right after nightfall or after Mom and Dad go to bed."

-You're really gonna help a stranger? - You're bringing Armageddon down on our heads!-

"Well, yeah. I mean, I don't think you mean harm, and if you do, I'll probably be the first to die, so I won't have time to feel guilty, right?" I gave a sheepish grin, which I hoped worked to convey my 'innocence' to the dangers of the situation. "So tomorrow works?"

Bumblebee thought it over, then nodded. - Tomorrow is only a day away .-

My smile grew. "Great. I gotta get back in the house, before Mom wakes and freaks out. Will you be okay sitting in the student lot until I get out of school tomorrow?"

Bumblebee nodded and we said our good nights. I made it back to bed with no incident, and lay there for a few minutes thinking over what would be happening over the next few days. Somethings were already in motion and unstoppable, but maybe a few changes could be made. I'd just have to wait and see, but I couldn't help but say a small prayed to Primus or whoever was out there that things would go well.