Fugitives

Chapter 6-Static

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro and Takara. I am merely taking them for a short spin.

CRACK.

They would find them, and they would die. He couldn't run far or fast enough. He wasn't strong enough on his own to take two ancient, powerful Seekers. Only with the help of his twin, Kup and Ultra Magnus had he managed to hold them off once before, and only then because he'd manifested a second ability, resulting in the death of Scourge's Sweeps. He wasn't about to try it now, not with the human in tow. He'd only used it once, and he'd burned everything. . .

Maybe if he transformed they couldn't find him? He was fast. They could hide. He wouldn't leave his charge, either. Speaking of, he panicked, wondering if the human child was still with him. Rodimus looked around, tension ebbing slightly as he noticed the boy picking himself up out of the dirt. He watched him stand, cursing, coming his way.

The Autobot transformed, hoping the human would take the hint. The boy stood there, unmoving.

"Get in if you want to live," Rodimus said.

"What?"

"Get in. Now."

The driver's side door opened on its own. Spike stared, unsure.

He got in.

"Where are we?" Spike asked.

"I don't know," Rodimus answered "I'm not about to transform. And get rid of your communication device. They can track us with that."

"But. . ."

"No arguments. Now. Throw it out the window," he said.

Spike complied. Rodimus backed up, satisfied with the crunch of the phone beneath his wheels.

"My aunt is gonna kill me," Spike said. "Who were those guys after us anyway?"

"I doubt that," Rodimus said. "Because those two 'guys' will probably kill us before you have a chance to contact your family."

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Lennox ran into the communications center, followed by Epps. Optimus was already there, staring at the screens, Prowl beside him.

"What's going on?" Lennox asked.

Prowl turned, staring down at the humans.

"Space bridges opening and closing," Prowl said. "Two, possibly three, but we can't be sure of the third."

"Where?" Lennox said.

"Just outside Tranquility, Nevada," Prowl answered. He waited for the gravity of the situation to sink in.

"That's Sam's home town," Lennox said. "Get him in here now."

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Spike didn't come home on time. He wasn't answering his phone. Judy Witwicky looked at the time on her phone, sighed, taking one last look out at the empty driveway. The first night they let the kid out of the house on his own with his drivers license and a car, and he's late. She took a deep breath. Spike was probably out cruising around, and he'd pull in any minute with some lame excuse about forgetting the time. Wouldn't he?

Her nephew knew what was riding on his agreement to follow the rules. He messed up, it would be serious. No car, no phone, no license, no freedom. Just work and the four walls of his bedroom for the entirety of the summer. But she was starting to worry. And finally, her phone rang. She looked down at the phone in her hand, her worry changing to real fear when she saw the number.

Hands shaking, flipped open the phone.

Maj. Lennox. Not a good sign.

"Yes?" Judy said.

"Ma'am," Lennox said. "Look, for now, everything's OK, but we need you to keep an eye out for. . .uh, anything unusual."

"Like our friends from out of town?" she said.

"Exactly," he said. "We've got a couple of teams on the ground in the States right now, and we're diverting one from Texas. They won't be there until morning because they don't have weather clearance. Also, we're sending Sam, Leo and Bumblebee your way. They won't be there for at least a full day, day and a half at the earliest."

"Major, thanks for letting me know," Judy said.

"No problem."

And the call was over.

She sighed, trying Spike's phone again, getting his voicemail. She left another message, walked up stairs. She would deal with her nephew in the morning.

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