Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Rachel. If I owned Rachel I would be arrested for hostage.

Camille's POV

My head was against the window of our car. Rachel was next to me, doing exactly the same. We were special twins. The only things that made us different were our eyes (Rachel's are brown while mine are jet-black) and my freckles. In fact, we were so special that we had our own telepathy.

"Something wrong Cammie?" she asked (telepathically).

"I'm gonna miss Los Angeles. I'm gonna miss Nicky and Millie. Do you think Mom and Dad made the right decision?" I telepathically stammered.

She grinned and winked at me.

"At least we're away from those bitches at school!"

Me and Rachel burst out laughing. Our parents stopped talking and stared at us. They chuckled and went back to talking.

"On the news they said that giant robots saved the city." our mother said.

Me and Rachel burst out laughing again. (it's pretty annoying after awhile)

"Yeah right!" Rachel giggled.

"Detroit and giant robots?! That's stupider than the time I dared Rachel to stick her tongue to a electric line!" I giggled. My parents shrugged and looked at the road.

Secretly I hoped karma didn't come and bite me in the ass again.

"Hey sis? Don't you wear anything other than that?" my sister said telepathically while pointing at my clothes.

I looked down. I was wearing a navy blue tank top under a black sweater, jeans, and black boots. Several people questioned whether I was Goth or not since I also always wore black chokers and wrist bands. I shrugged.

"Look who's talking! You need lessons on creativity!" I retorted.

Rachel was wearing a white t-shirt under a yellow hoodie, white capris, and tennis shoes. She also wore the usual gold hoop earrings and anklet. She stuck her tongue out at me. We both started giggling like idiots.

My parents pulled up to a nice little apartment building. Me and my sister climbed out and got all of our stuff. When we walked into the apartment the ground started to shake.

Me and Rachel ran over to the window and opened it. When I looked outside the first thing that went through my mind was…

Damn! I hate karma…

Rachel's POV

I nearly fainted.

Outside were the robots me and my sister had so selfishly doubted.

"Everyone out now!" my dad screamed.

As always, I obeyed my father. But just the same me and Camille disobeyed him too. We ran out but not without throwing something at one that had one large optic.

Camille gave him a raspberry as we left. (not the yummy kind)

Once we were outside I looked around for my parents. As I was looking around I didn't happen to notice the one we just pegged throw a large green 'bot at the apartment. I watched in horror as my new home came crashing down.

"Mom! Dad!" Camille screamed as the building fell.

I fell to my knees. A common habit of mine when I became overwhelmed with emotions. So many emotions. Fear, grief, anger, sadness, rage…

Rage.

I slowly stood and nodded to Camille. Our secret sign to spring into action.

She nodded back slowly and reached behind her. I did the same.

When our hands returned to the front she was holding eight shuriken while I carried a pair of sai.

"Let's do this…" she whispered telepathically.

Without even acknowledging my twin I raced ahead. With all the strength of my rage I stabbed one-eye in the foot. I twisted them then hopped back. I grinned when I heard a pleasing swoosh from my sister as she threw her shuriken.

The small metal stars embedded deeply into his optic. He gave a blood curdling screech as an oil like substance dripped out.

All the 'bots stopped fighting and stared at him.

A small yellow mech pointed at one-eye (probably no-eye now) and mumbled; "Nice job Prowl."

A black and gold mech whispered back; "I didn't do that."

Camille made a humph sound. "I did it! I just don't get credit anymore!"

All the 'bots then proceeded to stare at us. I quickly registered which ones were bad by matching one-eye's insignia. I glinted my sai menacingly at a purple one. He yelped.

"Decepticons, retreat!" he yelped when Camille mock threw her shuriken. I giggled at his weird accent.

Then I remembered our parents.

"Cammie! Can you reach them?!" I shouted. Our telepathy has worked on other family members before and it better work now.

My twin sister shook her sadly after trying several times.

"Wait! Your parents were in the apartment?!" a little girl panicked.

I hung my head sadly and nodded. I could feel my eyes well up as I dropped my sai. The very sai my parents gave me after me and Camille had finished our martial arts training.

"I'm sorry Rachel. Th-they're gone…" Camille whispered as her green streaked brunette hair shielded her jet-black eyes.

"Damn it all! I came here for a better life and now it's screwed!" I cried.

Everybody except Camille stared at me. The big green guy lumbered over.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to…" he stammered sadly. I shook my head.

"I know it's not…" I whispered with a small smile. An older red and white mech came over and kneeled down. He gave an intense stare to me and my twin.

"You okay?" he said. We nodded and looked each other over. There didn't seem to be anything wrong besides the crying, why was he asking. At that moment a blue and red 'bot walked over, concern and pity written all over his metal face.

"But there's something wrong with your head?" he said while pointing at us.

Me and Camille felt our heads then glared at him when we realized what he was talking about. The little girl burst out laughing while everyone else stared at her in confusion.

"Sillies! It's hair dye!" she giggled.

It was true. Camille had green streaks in her short brunette hair while my long brunette hair was streaked blue.

The small yellow and the black and gold 'bots made an 'oh' movement with their mouths. I chuckled slightly.

"I guess Mom was right when she said there were giant robots in Detroit? I shouldn't have doubted her." Camille sighed.

The others started moving like they were talking to each other telepathically. Camille walked over to the girl.

"Pardon my French but… What the hell are they doing?!" she not so kindly asked.

"They have these com link thingies that they use to talk to each other." Camille nodded then walked up to the black and gold mech. She smirked evilly then kicked him with a round house kick. He yelped and glared at her. She smiled back innocently.

"Spill or it's your pretty little glasses next." she said with an innocent tone and same innocent smile.

The previously threatened 'bot gulped and looked at the blue and red mech. He must be the head honcho. Said honcho smiled down at us.

"If you have nowhere else to go you can come with us?" he offered softly. I looked to Camille.

"Should we?" I said telepathically.

"It's either that or become kick ass hobos!" she cheered. I sighed and looked back up to head-honcho.

"We really don't have a choice." I mumbled. His smile grew.

"I'm Optimus Prime, the leader of these Autobots." he said motioning to the others.

He then went into a long explanation about the Autobots and Decepticons. When he was done I did a double take to make sure Camille was awake. She was thank god.

"An introduction would be nice." she grumbled.

"Alright. This is Sari Sumdac." he said while motioning to the girl.

"And Ratchet. He's our medical officer." He pointed to the old red and white mech.

"That's Bumblebee." The yellow mech waved to us.

"This is Bulkhead." The large green bot smiled softly.

"And last but not least Prowl." The black and gold mech that my twin sister had threatened just nodded. He looked like a ninja. I'd have to talk to him later.

"I am Rachel Jensen Wilson, black belt in almost every martial arts." I boasted. Camille elbowed me.

"The name's Camille Lancer Wilson, I'm a black belt too." She puffed out her chest making her boobs look bigger. She quickly realized what she was doing and blushed. I chuckled.

"You're so weird." I whispered.

Camille's POV

When the introductions were over we started gathering our stuff.

I was secretly trying to find a sign my parents were alive. I heard a sickening crack and looked down.

I was standing on my father's lifeless hand.

I screeched my loudest causing everyone to run to me. Rachel ran over and covered my jet-black eyes. I didn't take death very well. I could hear rubble being moved as the Autobots found my parents' bodies.

When Rachel uncovered my eyes everyone had transformed. Sari had decided to climb into Bumblebee. Rachel had started getting into Bulkhead.

I looked around, desperately trying to find who took my stuff. I soon found it strapped onto Prowl's motorcycle form. I smirked and sauntered over.

"What's up ninja-boy!" I giggled. I heard him sigh then gasp.

"How did you know I was a ninja?" he challenged. My smirk grew.

"Takes one to know one!" I cheered. Without another word from him I hopped on.

"Now drive or I kick you again!"

I felt him shudder before he sped off.

After awhile of being slapped by my own hair I decided to start a conversation.

"So what type of martial arts do you do?"

"Circuit-Su"

"Is it cool?"

"Define cool."

"Get a dictionary."

Prowl let out an annoyed sighed.

"Can you teach us?" I mumbled. That seemed to perk him up.

"I guess I could tutor you."

"Awesomeness!" I squealed. Then I got another evil thought.

"We're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of oz!" I started to sing.

"Shut up or I swerve into Bulkhead."

"I'll be quiet."

Sorry if it's short. Rachel is actually my frined from school's character. She's my co-author. Don't ask how we came up with the middle names.

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