Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this fic. Except Maple. And the plot, obviously. Tai belongs to Tatyana Witwicky, Fantasy belongs to fantasyaddict101, and Transformers belongs to Hasbro.

NOTE: Fic includes swearing, romance, Tai's rules, Decepticons, random moments, quotes ("I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND!"), and a very pissed off Medic. If any one of these results in extreme laughing fits and/or injuries, I take no responsibility. Especially for the last one. ;)

Prepare, readers! You're about to get Simmonsized!

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The wind whipped at the 18-year-old girl's hair. Tatyana found herself stood on a very steep hill, and had to steady herself to stop her feet buckling and resulting in her rolling down it and into the darkness below. She silently thanked her increased balance that had come with her new heritage.

Her eye and optic tried to locate something within the fog that seemed to be forming in front of her. Why was she here? Where was everyone else?

"Hello?" She called out into the thick mist. Why was nobody nearby? Where was her father or Jazz or Barricade or Sam or any Autobot/human?

A tall silhouette appeared within the fog. The fog cleared, and Tai swore it looked like her father. Only black. And the optics were a startling blood red.

An evil chuckle followed. A sword came out. The sword went straight for her…

"Tai-Dye!"

Tai jumped about five feet in the air, and fell off the bed in a heap. She stared at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to figure out what that dream had been about. Why had that robot looked like her Dad, Optimus Prime? And why the hell did it have such a problem with her that it saw the need to stab her?

"Tai?" Sam asked again, clearly annoyed at not receiving an answer the first time.

She came to her senses as she sat up and looked at the door to her room. "What's up, douche?" She called in response.

"Some chick's ringing your cell phone. Says she wants to talk to you."

"Name?" Who could possibly be ringing her at this time?

"Uh, hold on…" There was a muffled conversation, before her cousin's voice came again. "Fan… Fantasy…?"

Immediately Tai jumped to her feet and almost knocked the door down. She grabbed the phone and placed it to her ear. "Oh my God, Fantasy!" She screamed, causing Sam to wince and clutch his ears. And mentally slap himself. How the hell did he forget Fantasy? Not that he'd admit it, of course.

"Oh my God, Tai!" A female voice shouted happily in response. "I haven't heard from you in ageeees! Do you know how long it's been? A year. Almost… But still, a year! That's a violation, Tai. A violation."

"I know! I'm sorry! I've been really busy!" Tai responded to her high school friend. Hah, busy was an understatement. "And I mean stupidly busy. But I can't tell you unless I get clearance from… people…"

"People?" Fantasy asked curiously.

"Classified."

"Whoa, you got yourself in the FBI or something?"

Another voice, though a bit quiet, sounded in the background. There was a click, indicating the phone was on speaker. And also indicating Fantasy wasn't alone.

"Tai, what have I told you about blowing stuff up?" A second female voice teased playfully.

Tai's grin grew wider. If that were possible. "Maple! And I wasn't blowing stuff up! Heck, people were trying to blow me up!"

There was a screeching sound in the background, followed by what sounded like sirens, and a very inappropriate curse from Maple.

"Bloody rozzers ruining my day." She grumbled. 'Rozzers' were Maple's term for the Police. Tai had yet to find out why she called them that. Perhaps it was a British term, since she was from England.

"We're in a hurry, you know!" Fantasy agreed. "We gotta save Tai from the authorities!"

"What's with the weird tattoo anyway?"

Tai stopped dead. Weird tattoo? She looked at Sam. "Where's 'Cade?" She mouthed.

"Rec room." He mouthed back. So it wasn't her Guardian. There was only one other Police 'Bot that she knew. And she had a feeling he'd startle her two friends before she even had chance to introduce them to her family. This was gonna be fun.

"What does it look like?" She asked.

"Weird face. Wide eyes. Open… is that a mouth? Looks like it…" Maple replied through gritted teeth, as if she was concentrating on pulling away from the Copper.

"Well, I can only suggest you pick up the speed. I gotta get going. Need to talk to my Dad." Tai said, before going to move her finger over the end call button.

"Dad?" Fantasy asked curiously. Tai bit her lip. Her two friends knew that her father had died. They sure as hell didn't know her real father was in fact a giant alien robot.

"Uhh, I mean, step dad!" She quickly corrected herself.

"Tai, are you sure that address of yours is right?"

She nearly fell over with shock. They were coming to the base!

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"Daaaaad!"

Optimus Prime looked up to see his Techno-Organic daughter standing in the doorway with a very stressed look on her face. He sincerely hoped she wasn't on her menstrual cycle. That would mean doom for just about anyone within the area. Again. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Tai bounced forward onto her father's extended palm, and paused as he lifted up and places her on his abnormally large desk. "Problem. Big problem. No, HUGE problem. And I'm going to be killed for this. I am." She replied, sitting down with her legs crossed.

"Now, Tatyana. I wouldn't allow your death. You know that." The Autobot Leader tried to convince his daughter. What had happened to make Tai like this? "Tell me what's wrong."

Tai took a deep breath. "Two of my high school friends are on their way to the base." She stated. "And as if that wasn't bad enough, Prowl is chasing them, probably for speeding."

Silence met her words. Optimus paused, considering what would happen if the two friends of Tai managed to get to the base. And what with Prowl already trying to get them to stop…

"If I can call off Prowl, that solves one problem." He started. "But then there's the problem of introductions."

Tai nodded, trying to think of how they could introduce themselves without Fantasy and Maple completely freaking out. That would be a disaster, since she doubted she'd stay in one piece if they started asking her questions.

Sam poked his head in. "How about we try and stay in alt forms this time?" He suggested.