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Micheal bayverse: Oc takes Sam's place. But doesnt want to be involved at all and plans to make it so she isnt. Fate says fuck u.
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Kye was confused when she woke up. A flurry of things were different from what she was used to. For starters, instead of being greeted by her cat in the morning a nasty little chiwawa greeted her. “No thanks, we prefer cats.” She thought as she cautiously picked up the animal and deposited it on the floor.
“Kye! Hunny get up!” A woman's voice called from through the house. Second,Kye lived alone, so who the hell was screaming at her to get up? Kye sat up fully and looked around the room, by all basic and stereo typical standards this was a ‘boys’ room. Definitely not her room from home. Wherever that was.
Standing up she looked at her body, thinner then she remembered. But that didn't really matter in the long run. She noticed she was wearing dark long soft pants, pajama bottoms. On her top she was braless, given that she didn't have boobs, that was normal. She wondered if her scars were still there, as she lifted her shirt. Yep still there. Dropping her baggy black shirt down, she turned towards the door. “Ok here goes nothing.” She mumbled as she left the room and ventured down to where the voice had spoken before. Entering the kitchen, she saw a woman, humming at the stove cooking something, her red-ish hair bouncing around as she moved.
At the counter sat an older fat man, dark brown hair short stature. Slowly drinking a cup of coffee. “Hey there kiddo.” He spoke.
“The hell?” She said quietly.
“Kye Red Witwicky! Is that anyway to speak to your father!?” The woman turned, angrily pointing a spatula at her.
“Wow” She raised her hands in a I surrender fashion “Sorry, Mom..? I just was thinking about something. Didn't realize I said something out loud.” Kye said, not sure if that was her ‘mom’.
“Oh, ok. Sorry sweetie.” The woman said with a smile going back to her cooking.
‘Witwicky?’ Kye thought to herself, as she moved around the kitchen going for some coffee. She desperately wanted and needed some. Lucky no one protested at her getting some coffee, and to top it off they even had her favorite creamer.
“I'll be right back.” She said softly as she carefully went back to ‘her’ room. ‘Ok, research time. Who, what, when and where?’ Plopping down at the computer she tapped a key, hoping that there wasn't a password. There wasn't, but the only thing on the screen was an ebay page with the cringiest name she had ever seen, “Ladiesman217”. Yikes, looking over the page she had to stop and rub her eyes. The page was offering a pair of old broken glasses.
“Ladiesman, old broken glasses...Witwicky…” She spoke out loud gathering her thoughts as they raced across her mind. “Holy Shit!” She exclaimed. ‘I’m in the bayverse of transformers?!?’ She thought panicky as she started pacing back and forth in the room.
A knock at the door drew her attention up. “Hey kiddo, remember our deal. You bring me two thousand dollars and three A’s and I'll pay for half your car.” The man,dad, said.
She paused, “Oh yea, I remember our deal, but I can't remember if I got the two thousand or not..” She said, trying to lead him in to answering the hidden question for her. “Ya, you got the two thousand and two A’s. Todays the last A you need.” He said with a half smile on his face.
“Right, the….”She stopped to think “family history report is due.”
“Yup, bring me an A today and we will go get you a car. Kay, kiddo?” He asked.
“Yep! Got it! Have you seen my backpack?” She asked.
“It's right there.” he pointed to the blob on the end of the bed, with a confused look.
“Oh! That's where it was, it blends in.” She laughed sheepishly. ‘Dad’ Hmphed and left, leaving me to my own panicking. Grabbing the bag she opened it and dug through it. Pulling out all of the old tools, papers, and the glasses. “Haaaa” She sighed “I hate presenting things.” She pouted.
“Kye sweetie, Breakfast!” ‘Mom’ called up. “Coming!” She responded. Throwing everything back into the bag, then digging around for some better clothes. Still keeping the all black theme.
Heading to eat, she started forming a plan for the day.
First she needed to take down that ebay page. She did that after she ate, took her a bit though. Because by the time she had finished, she was rushing out to the car where her ‘dad’ was waiting.
Next she attempted to remember the story Sam had told when he was in her shoes. So she asked the man next to her to help jog her memory.
Third, where the fuck where her classes.. She started dumbly at the front of the building till someone suddenly slammed an arm next around her shoulders. A shaggy haired head, with a young face popped in next to hers. “Hey Man how's it going!” He asked happily. Kye stared at them confused “Miles..?” She tried.
“That me!” He chirped. Looking at her, he thought something was off. “You ok man? You look a little lost.” He asked.
“Yea! I'm just nervous about my presentation today, I’m kinda forgetting where the hell my class is?” She said nervously, a hand rubbing the back of her head, the stubble from her fresh undercut feeling smooth but prickly. Miles bursted out laughing barely managing his brokes words of “Com’on man, I'll show ya.”
He walked her to class. “Here ya are.” “Thanks Dude.”
Entering the room, Kye suddenly remembered why she hated highschool and why she was so glad to get the hell out of it. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the annoying people and judgmental people. She hated them. Lamey she stumbled to her seat, she thinks. No one corrects her.
Time skip because yall know the story
She had gotten the A. It was easy really. Mr. what's-his-face didn't really seem like a great teacher if she was being honest
Slowly she made her way to the man in the green car that had driven her here. Holding the paper out for him “Here ya go, One last A.” He grabbed it from her as she plopped down in the seat shutting the car down. “Alright, alright.” He said, handing back the paper. “Lets go.”
We drove for a bit before he pulled into a car lot for Porsche's. “I got a little surprise for ya.” He said snickering to himself.
“Oh really?” She deadpanned at him. Laughing at her words he picked up speed as he pulled into the actual car lot of where she was to get a car today. Reaching in her bag, she grabbed the glass, and carefully put them in her hoodies pocket.
Elsewhere slightly
Bumblebee had finally tracked down this “Ladiesman” Just before he had taken down his profile on ebay and had been following him and the other human for a bit. Seeing them pulling into a car lot of older framed cars, Bee quietly drove himself into the lot, next to a car that looked like his previous alt mode.
With Kye (I'm going off of memory here so it might be a bit different)
Kye was barely paying attention to the man as he laid an arm around her shoulder. She moved to shrug him off, when she spotted the camaro in the lot.
Final part of the plan. Dump the glasses in Bumblebee and hope he doesn't ask questions.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth right?
Walking forward with the two men, she walked up to Bumblebee “This is nice.”
“Ya, it sure is. Hey wait a minute, what?” The car salesman called out to his employee about something.
Kye was focused on one thing, dumping the glasses. Opening the door, she sat down slowly in Bee’s seat. Looking around at his interior, eyes glancing at the disco ball and the smelly bee that said “Bee-octh” She chuckled at that. “I alway did enjoy that little bee hanger of yours.” She spoke softly so only Bee could hear her as she wiped the crud off the autobot symbol on the steering wheel. Her smile faded a bit at the symbol, remembering back to the movies. “Do you have a glove compartment?” She asked the air, a small click to her left alerted her to the compartment that had fallen open.
Grabbing the glasses and leaning towards the compartment, she gently placed them inside. “Ok, let your team know you have the glasses.” She whispered. The car actually jerked a bit at her words this time. She breathed a laugh as she gently closed the glove compartment.
Sitting up, she tapped the wheel with both hands. “I don't think this one it, let's try a different one?” She asked the men.
“Sure thang kid!”
We moved to the next one over, “Drove this one all the way from Alibamy!” He said proudly tapping the roof of the car. She blinked at it a few times, before laughing to herself. “Looks like Bee’s old alt mode!” She whispered pointing a finger under her arm at the camaro. Schooling herself, she turned towards her dad. “Can we extend the deal? If I bring you another two thousand, and another A, can we try a different used car lot, where the cars aren’t falling apart just sitting there?”
Her ‘dad’ Looked at her “What do you mean? You were complaining a few days ago about how badly you wanted a car.” He was clearly confused.
“I changed my mind, I can go a bit longer with walking, if it means I don't have to drive an even bigger road hazard then these suckers.” She grimaced.
“Alright, alright. But I better not hear a single complaint.” he said, shaking a finger at her as they walked back to their own car.
Crisis averted. She thought smugly as she walked away. But oh, she was so wrong, it would catch up to her.
That night
That night several reports had been filed about an absurdly bright light being shone into the sky, displaying a weird face image. Like the batman symbol. As Bumblebee contacted Team Prime, letting him know that he had the glasses and of the human's strange behavior. Prime inturn ordered him to stay close.
Next morning:
Kye had gotten up early for once on a weekend, fully intending to spend the out and about. She wasn't from around her and she wanted to check out the shops and stuff, plus she needed to find somewhere to work. Grabbing a glass of milk and a bagel, she gave the rat his one pill. And left out the back door circling to the garage where her bike was stored.
Setting off she plugged in her headphones and Jammed to some beats as she enjoyed the mundane life of a teenager again. She looked everywhere as she moved her head basically on a swivel. The scenery had become familiar as she rounded a corner, seeing the huge crack and bump in the sidewalk she slowed to avoid it. When she met eyes Mikalya Banes. Giving a tight smile she continued biking away. She got a bit away before she had to stop at a crossing waiting for the traffic to finish going by, when a cop car pulled up next to her. She had a habit of staring at cop cars. So that's what she did, but oh boy, she wishes she didn't. Written on the side of this cop car was Barricade's famous words “To Punish and Enslave.” fitting if you think about the history of cops, not so fitting these days however. The decepticon symbol sat in front of the door inside a badge shape. The light turned white for her to continue, so she did. She stepped on it, if you will, pedaling as fast as she could.
Glancing behind her she saw Barricade following, ignoring the traffic around him as he flicked his lights on and came for her. “Oh Shit, Oh shit , Oh shit!” She screamed out of breath, and she swerved off the open road into an old building, trying to find a place to hide. Barricade followed, speeding after her. Catching up to her he transformed into his root mode and knocked her off her bike. Sending her flying into the windshield of an abandoned car.
The landing knocked the air out of her, causing her to gasp and squirm off her back. Two giant metal hands slammed the car next to the sides of her head. Scaring the shit out of her as she looked up at the decepticon in front of her.
“ARE YOU LADIESMAN217?” He yelled. She didn't answer. “Where is the item 2214(?)? Where are the glasses!?” He demanded.
“I DON'T HAVE THEM! “ She squealed, shimming backwards as much as possible from him.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” He demanded again.
“I LOST THEM!” She yelled back as she finally moved dodging underneath his arm and took off running. “Argghhhh!” Barricade Screamed after her “GET BACK HERE HUMAN!”
“NOPE, Nope, Nope nope, No thank you! I'm quite fine over here!” She screamed back, running blindly away from Barricade. A screeching of tires alerted her to another vehicle approaching. Looking around she spotted Bumblebee in his alt mode driving towards her. Shooting over towards him she screamed “Bee! I am so fragging glad to see you, but we gotta go! Barricades here!” The door popped open, and she jumped in as Bee took off away from Barricades rapidly gaining form. It didn't take long for Bee to lose him or Barricade just gave up; she wasn’t sure.
She sat quietly in Bee’s alt mode, her thoughts catching up to her. “Damn it, I was hoping to avoid this!” She cursed under her breath.
“ Hi there! Names, Bumblebee, But, You know that, Don't you?” Patched voices from the radio asked.
“Yes, but it's hard to explain, I’ll tell you when everyones here, since I doubt I can get away now that Barricades found me.” She sighed, hoping Bee would leave it at that.
“Coming tonight, Sweetheart!” He said, seeming almost happy as he picked up speed a bit.
“Hey Bee? How attached to this alt mode are you?” She asked an idea popping in her mind.
“Not much, why?” He asked, slowing a little.
Smirking, she answered “Let's go get you a nice clean and sexy alt mode!” Pointing out the window at the car dealership. The car chuckled at her words.
Time skip brought to you by
I just realized that this scene goese from mid morning to midnight?
Bee’s front gently broke to the gate open to the closed area, pulling forwards towards the center near the fountain. Getting out of the car She asked why they were here, a simple message Bee responded with “Time to meet the Gang!”
Looking up she saw five, count ‘em five, balls of fire falling from the sky. “What the? I thought there was only supposed to be four coming?” She asked looking back at him while pointing up a confused look on her face.
“ Change of Plans!” Bee chirped.
One of the fiery balls landed not far from where they were watching as the others split off and disappeared from sight. Jogging over to the flaming dirt trail, Kye watched as the Mech stood, looked at her and proceeded to run away. Kye gave a hard laugh and wave at the Autobot.
Checking her phone, She saw that it was currently nine pm, two hours till eleven. She had time. Skipping back to Bee, in his new shiny alt mode, she hopped inside, driving off to meet the rest.
Pause, hammertime! Jk, Autobot POV.
Bee was absolutely confused yet intrigued by the human he was sent to find. She had handed in the glasses and told him he could tell his team. So she knew about the autobots as well? But she also chose to not be involved more?
Radioing Prime he reported the most recent update and asked Prime for his orders. Up on the Autobot ship, the group stood and discussed a new plan of action. Prowl insisting that he should come on, this femme presented a change to his statics and he needed to be there to calculate them.
Back to Kye, cus this POVs are hard for me to write.
P.s, Ratchet is TFP style, And Jazz is still the same car model as the movie, but with white red and blue colors, and the 4. Cuz that's hot. :) also Prowls his G1 bit. :)
Driving into the same dark alleyway as in the movie,Kye stepped out of Bee as five vehicles surrounded them. Bee pulled back and off to the side, as Optimus’s blue and red, flamed peterbilt semi form pulled in front of her. Ratchet’s white and orange form to his drivers side, Jazz, Ironhide to his passenger side and Prowl following up the rear behind her. They all waited a moment before transforming. She loved the Bay movies for the sole reason of seeing the transformation bits, even the sounds were the same.
She couldn't help but stare in awe of them. Seeing it through the screen was one thing, but in person was way more awesome.
“Hello, Young one.” Optimus said as he knelt down to her. Her vision snapped to him. She was not prepared to talk to Prime at all. “I believe we have much to discuss.” Op added before she could gather her thoughts.
A bright green light filled her vision followed by a tingling feeling. “Ah! What the?” She whispered yelled out loud, covering her eyes.
“Ep! Quit your whining!” Ratchet ordered. “There's nothing to strange with her scans, she appears to be normal. Except for the fact you appear to be missing your breasts, which for female humans is uncommon.” Ratchet hummed. Not looking up from his scans.
“Really? That's really the only thing you could think of commenting on?” She deadpanned. “And for your information they were surgically removed, via my request!” She yelled back “I hate boobs.” She whispered that last part, a pout on her face.
“This is illogical.” Prowl growled up from behind, annoyed by our unrelated conversation. (A/n: Lemme know if you caught that reference :} )
Kye turned to look at him, looking him up and down, he looked the same as in G1, but more...realistic? Kye guessed that that's the term most appropriate for the situation.
“First I'm sure you may know us, but allow me to introduce us. I am Optimus Prime,” Op said, Kye nodding long, gesturing to his sides he introduced the rest “This is our Chief medical officer, Ratchet.” Ratchet nodded down to her.
Op gestured to his other side towards Ironhide. “This is our weapons specialist, IronHide.” Ironhide popped out his cannons and pointed them at her “You feeling lucky punk?”
“Ironhide!” Op scolded.
“What? I just wanted to show her my cannons.” Ironhide defended.
Chuckling Kye chirped “Nice cannons Hide, You’ll have to show me how to use them sometime.”
“I like her.” Ironhide said quietly with a smirk on his face plates.
Shaking his head slightly, Op gestured to Jazz. Kye may not have wanted to be involved due to her own laziness and not wanting the responsibility. But that didn't mean that she didn't love the bots. Jazz in particular. She had physically stopped herself from jumping in excitement and fangirling on the spot. She had held back pretty well, but this was becoming too much.
“This is one of my second in command, Jazz.”
“This looks like ah cool place to kick it!” Jazz said as he flipped around landing on an old abandoned car. “How's it humming?” Jazz winked at her. Kye stared wide eyed at Jazz, ‘That's ratchets line?’ She thought, confused. She could feel her ears heating up, in a blush. Lucky her hair covered them.
“My other second in command and chief strategist Prowl.” Op said. Kye turned and looked at the mostly white bot. Both nodding as a greeting.
“And finally our scout and your guardian, Bumblebee.”
Bumblebee did some fight moves as a song lyric played from his radio. Laughing Kye, playfully said hi to bee, who whirred back at her.
“Ok, ok.” Kye started up, “I guess I should fill ya’ll in, on how I know things that I shouldn’t”
Optimus nodded and waited for her to speak. Taking a deep breath, she began.
She told them of her universe, where they were nothing more than a series of movies, cartoons and comics ment for children but had fans of varying age ranges. Ironhide huffing that a war was not something for sparkling. Everyone agrees with the mech.
Optimus and the bots fill in any details of this particular reality.
After a while her phone began viderating in her pocket. Pulling it out she saw it was a call from Ron.
She looked up to the bots and said "Just a moment," before answering the phone "yes?" There was a beat of silence. "About that…" she started again. Pausing for Ron to get in a word. "I'm going to be heading back soon, it's just that there was a…..small accident. And the officers wanted my statement. And it took a bit. " she said, waiting for Ron's response. "No! No it's ok I'll get the officer to take me back." She said, glancing at Prowl.
"Ok, ok. Thanks, Ill be back soon.. Bye." Hanging up on her side of the call, she put her phone back in her pocket.
"I think its best if I go now. You have the glasses so you should be all set.. Hopefully." Kye said quietly.
"I still believe it best if you have a guardian, the decepticons know of you. And you will be in danger." Optimus said.
Kye sighed heavly at that "Well I told Ron an officer would be taking me back. So If its alright with him, Prowl could. " Bee whirled protestingly. "Sorry Bee. But I dont have a car. And you'll be harder to explain the Prowler." She said letting Prowls nickname slip.
"My designation is Prowl." Prowl growled from behind her.
"Very well then Prowl will accompany you home." Optimus ordered.
Prowl nodded and transformed down, popping his passenger side door open for me. "Bye." Kye said giving a little wave to the bots. And genlty getting into Prowls seat. His door closing besides her, seat belt sliding down across her, buckling her in. Before pulling out of the alleyway and headed to her new home.
Pulling out her phone she looked at her photo's. She didnt know how, but her current phone from her reality traveled over with her. But connected to the witickys phone service which allowed her to make calls. But no data, yet.
"I have noticed you communications device is different then others." Prowls voice spoke from the radio, jolting her out of her trace.
"Ah, yes. This is my phone from my reality. Some how it came with me." She said slowly, not looking up.
"Ah, I see." Prowl responded akwardly. There was a long beat of silence before someone spoke again.
"Prowl?"
"Yes?"
"I understand me being here and telling you all of my universe and giving the glasses so soon has changed some or all course of events. But.." Kye started, pausing to gather her thoughts.
"But?" Prowl questioned.
"Look, " she swollowed "me being here has undoubtly changed the events this was ment to take. But just in case I wanna mention something."
"Yes?" Prowl, supraisingly gently asked.
"During the moive for this...universe. Jazz gets killed. Torn in half by Megatron…" kye said, sad almost. Unbeknownst to her Prowl had his comms open, so all the autobots could hear them.
"How does this happen?" Prowl pushed genlty.
"The battle takes place in a place called Mission City. At first Starscream attacks injurying Bee. Megatron arrives before Optimus does, so while Ironhide and umm, Ratchet are fighting, ahh Tarn? I think thats his name. Jazz moves off to engage Megatron on top of a building. It was working till Megatron got a grasp on him. Jazz didnt give up though, he kept saying "You wanna a piece of me?!" Till Megatron responded with "No! I want two!" And preceded to rip him in half." She finished quitely as Prowl quietly rolled to a stop at the back of the house.
"Like, I understand things may go differently! But im just asking if you see that happening, try and help him please??" She pleaded. "Jazz has always been my favorite character, and while he does not die in all the versions. I still hate seeing him die! Makes me cry everytime." She finished with a whisper.
"Very well, should I see a simlair situation regarding Jazzes life, I shall do everything within my abilities to help him." Prowl promised. "We have arrived."
"Thanks for the ride back Prowl. And incase we dont meet again.. Be safe." She smiled sadly. "Tell the rest too." She added as she got out, walking towards the back door, she barley heard Prowls voice from behind her. "They already know…"
"The end"
(A/n. I really wanna end it here, so unless a large amount of yall disagree. Thats it. The end :))
Chapter 2: Chapter 2.
Summary:
Supraise?
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After Prowl had dropped her off, she bee-lined for her bed. Falling back onto her, she heaved a sigh. Unsure of how to feel.
She should feel relieved yea? Relieved that she just avoided getting drag in the middle of a giant alien war. She said her piece, and warned the bots of what was to come. So why? Why did she feel so.. so uneasy, so guilty.
~~~~~~Outside~~~~~~
“Your orders Optimus?” Prowl asked over the comms.
“Stay near by her for now. And keep watch. We will contact you when we have located the Allspark” Optimus responded.
“Yes sir.” Prowl moved always from her home, but close enough he could watch with out being noticed.
Parking and turning off all his lights, and engine. He sat quietly and watched.
~~~~~~~~back tp Kye
Sitting up, Kye mind had one thought. A quote, from the very movie she was living.
“Fifty years from now when your looking back in your life, don’t you wanna say you had the guts to get in the car?” She quoted. Then laughed lifelessly at the words.
“Damn it. SO much for staying un-involved.” Growling she stood and began rummaging around the room. Grabbing her bag, and stuffing it with some tools and clothes.
Once she grabbed what she needed she turned towards her closed bedroom door. Hand pausing on the knob, as she gave a shaky breathe. “Cant believe I’m doing this. Ugh ok. Here goes nothing.”
Opening her doors she quietly made her way down stairs.
Getting out of the house may be an problem, after all the living room and the front room was an open layout. She could sneak out the back, she thought. Lost in thought, she barely noticed the repeated ringing of their doorbell.
~~~~Front door~~~
Ron grumpy approached the doors annoyed at who ever was repeated ringing the door bell. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He called as he reached the door.
“Hello?” Ron asked opening the door. ON the other side stood a tall middle aged man, wearing black shades, and dressed in a black suit asked.
“Are you Ronald Witwitcktity?”
“Its Witwicky. Who are you?” Ron corrected.
“We’re the government. Sector seven.” The man held up a badge.
“Never heard of it.” Ron said confused.
“Never will. Your daughters the great-granddaughter of Captain Archibald Wickity, is she not?” The man demanded to know.
“Its Witwicky.” Ron corrected again.
“May I enter the premises…. Sir?” The man asked as he stepped forward. Ron taking a step back.
(“Ron, there’s guys all over the front yard.”) Judy said from inside the living room.
“What the heck’s going on here?” Ron demanded as the sector seven men came inside.
“Your daughters, a suspected party of a national security matter.” He informed the confused Witwicky.
“National security? What for? She couldn’t have done anything!” Ron defended.
“We’ll see about that.” THe man said as he surveried the house, looking for the Kye probably.
~~~~Back by kye~~~`
Coming back to her senses, her eyes widen in shock as she heard Ron answer the door, and talking to him. Simmons. The pedo, the guy way to obsessed with his job.
Flattening herself against the wall, she made her way towards the back door. Sure enough, those men were everywhere. Maybe if she made a run for it…… no. If she went with them, she would have easy access to the cube… yea. That’s a better plan.
Turning around, she headed towards the living room. Dropping her bag, since she probably wont be aloud to keep it with her anyways. She entered the living room.
“What going on?” She asked feigning confusion.
“Your name Kye, kid?” Simmons asks.
“Yes… Why?”
“I’m going to need you to come with me..” Simmon stated.
Ron stepped in before he could continue. “Hold on! Your not taking her anywhere. Somethings fishy’s going on here.”
“Yeah, There’s something a little fishy about you, your daughter, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here.” Simmons sassed back.
“What operation?” Ron demanded, offended. Judy picking up the chiwawa.
“That is what we are going to find out.” Simmons added. Another man approached from his side. (“I think direct contact.”) She barely heard the man whisper.
She only had one thought. How did they find her? She hadn’t called about Bee. She didn’t have the glass up for that Lon-, She cut her own thoughts off. The glasses. The same way Barricade had found her. They had the information that Frenzy nabbed, sure enough they’d look into it as well.
“Kid, Step forward” Simmons ordered.
Stepping past Ron and Judy, Simmons held up the meter thingy. The beeping increasing rapidly.
“Bingo! Bag em and tag ‘em!” Simmons order and he swung around and walked about. Agents coming over each grabbing an arm, they pulled her and Ron and Judy out into the yard. When a regular uniform cop showed up.
He approached her quickly as he gently pulled her from the two agents. “What goin//g on here?” The officer demanded./‘
?Simmons immediately stepping over arguing with the officer.
Now this was really off script, who is this? She thought confused, as she turned to look at the man. He had light brown hair color with almost a reddish tint. Bright blue eyes. And a blank expression.
Pulling her back against him, with an arm placed on her waist protectively. Pulling away she twisted trying to get a good look at him again, when she noticed his name tag. It read ‘Prowl’.
“Prowl?!” She whispered loudly in shock.
He glanced down at her. “Do not worry. They wont take you.” He quietly reassured.
“No! Prowl, let them take me.” She argued back. He looked at her confused.
“They can get me direct access to the allspark!” She went on.
Prowl looked lost in thought for a moment before back off. “Very well. I will inform the others.” He said as he released her. The agents from before grabbing her again and dragging her off to the SUV. Closing her in before they began to leave. Her gaze is not leaving Prowl. Praying to primus that this would work.
Not know as they went, Soundwave was tracking them.