Key-

"Someone speaking Cybertronain or Gods (Allspark/Primes/Prumus/Unicron) speaking in dream."

"Twins speaking in dream or in another language (French and Spanish)."

::Twin bond.::

"Normal"

"More than one person talking."

:Comm-Link or Personal Radio:

Name: Text Messages

Times-

Nanoklick - Second (One Second)

Breem - Minute (8.3 Minutes)

Joor - Hour (6 Hours)

Orn - Day (13 Days)

Stellar Cycle - Month (7.5 Months)

Vorn - Year (83 Years)

"Hello twins."

"RAY!"

"Oh, thank Primus you found us!"

"Where are we? We've been wandering around for hours now!"

"That is a little hard to explain twins…"

"Ray, why are you calling us twins?"

"Yeah, we're not twin."

"Things are more complicated then they appear. You're both going to need each other if you wish to survive."

"Ray Primo, you are sounding like a fragging crazy person."

"I agree with the dimwit."

"OI!"

"You will see in time. Stay safe, both of you. Your Granfather would have my aft."

No one can tell me that the world we live is a simple thing to look at and just know. The world may have gotten smaller to us with exploration, but there are still things out there that are unexplained.

I find family is one of those things that you can know but never fully understand. I've known mine for years and it seems I haven't known the full weight of what it means to be a Lennox.

No one can tell me I fully understood my family.

No one can also say that dimension jumping is not possible any more either. My best friend Ben, and I know this is possible through personal experience on both of those.

One minute were riding down the forest road up to Ben's parents cabin for a summer vacation with both our families and the next thing we know there's a glowing circle of blue and green light directly in front of us. How we kept our bikes up as we went through and without nearly crashing onto the other side I don't know.

After coming to a full stop on my motorcycle, a black and white accented 2011 Kawasaki KLX 250S, I took my first glance at our new surroundings. No longer were we on a lesser used road in the North Caribou of British Columbia, but instead, we'd found ourselves in the middle of a suburban area. Right beside me Ben sat on his own bike gapping at the change in scenery from behind his helmet. I couldn't see his face, but after knowing him since I was six, I'd learned to just read his body language when I couldn't see his face.

Sitting on a white and black accented 2001 Suzuki GZ 250 Marauder, Ben's head was swinging from one side to another, trying to take in everything around him.

"Alright, what the fuck was that light and where the fuck did it spit us out!" Ben had asked. I gave a mental sigh as I watched started to go into a hysterical outburst, growling about how it was probably somehow the twins fault or some other nonsense. I was scared as well but I couldn't let that take control of me. Rule One of Family Training; if you panic, less rational decisions are made and lives are put in jeopardy.

"Ben!" I said. I leaned over and I smacked his helmet. He calmed down enough to scowl over at me. Or at least I felt the burning gaze more than saw. This place seemed familiar but why I couldn't put my finger on it. I found my answer a moment later. Down the road I could hear engines, lots of engines and as I turned I spotted them.

"Ben look!" I pointed down the road at the convoy of vehicles that were driving down the road. In the lead was a yellow Camaro with black racing strips, the next was a big blue with red flames Pelterbilt semi-truck. Behind that was a lime green Search and Rescue Hummer H2, a black GMC Topkick with customized smoke stakes followed by a silver Pontiac Solstice.

"Please don't tell me it's true." Ben whined, he took of his helmet revealing the handsome face that got most girls to take a second look. He had dark blue eye and dark brown hair with lighter highlights that weren't dyed. A little stubble on his chin with a goatee made his high cheekbones and muscular build complete. The goatee made Ben look a lot older than his seventeen years but he didn't care, and I can't remember a time when he didn't have it since he was fifteen. His eyes turned on me with a mock glare as he ground his teeth.

"I'm not letting you wish for something ever again. You always seem to get us into some form of trouble when you wish for shit." He said, his voice flat. I took my helmet off, a wry look on my face as I looked to where the familiar vehicles had disappeared off to.

"Well no use dwelling on the fact mon ami. I say we follow 'em. It's not like we don't know what will happen anyways." My voice was pretty gruff with its French accent. You see I'm French Canadian and as such my family speaks both English and French. Ben learned to speak it so he can understand me when I get annoyed, mad, or I go into a rant, which is basically all the time.

"You had to wish we were in the Transformers movie before we left your place didn't you?" He growled poking my the middle of my forehead. It's true, before we left I had been reading a Transformers Fanfic and wishing I could be in the movie, I didn't think that would happen though.

"Hey! I didn't know it put us in the fragin' movie! You can follow if you want mon ami but I for one want to go have some fun. Good thing I brought those fireworks." Okay, so you probably are wondering how come a seventeen year old is packing pyrotechnics on her motocycle. I have two words for that answer; Summer Fun.

Since we'd gotten our N's, Ben and I wanted to meet up at my grandfather's ranch so we could then go up to the cabin together since we hadn't been able to see each other much since we moved apart three years prior. As it so happens, my family left before us by about three hours and forgot the fireworks.

Grandma Austin insisted that we wouldn't have as much fun without them so I resigned to taking them on my bike.

But any ways, let's get back to the fact that the first five Autobots to arrive on Earth just passed in front of us and Bens answer.

"Yeah right, let you go off to find trouble in the Bayverse? Not a chance in fucking hell." He scoffed, stated putting his helmet on over his head and starting his bike up. I did the same and we were off. Roaring down the road, it didn't take much to follow the five obnoxiously out of place vehicles, nor was it hard to find Sam's house after they turned into an alley.

:You got a plan?: Ben asked. He seemed to have calmed down and sounded almost giddy.

:Do I ever have a plan?: I asked back. As we got closer to the alley we stayed on the main road so we ended up stopping in front of the Witwicky house for a moment. The houses and road were pretty quiet, the odd noise coming from a house but no one seemed to be around to notice the two motorcycles and their riders. :I can't believe we're actually here right now!:

:Ow Moony, my ears.: Ben whined, reverting to the shortened version of my code name; Moonchaser. We used those names when we were pulling pranks or just causing mischief in general when we were younger. Ben's was Sunrunner but he allowed me to shorten it to Sunny. :Why must you always yell?:

:I didn't yell. I barely raised my voice. Now come on, they might catch us here. Plus, they might also have very good hearing. Don't need my yelling to catch unwanted attention.: I growled playfully, before gently driving away from the house. About two blocks away we stopped at a park and pulled over once more, not a moment later, the ground shock below us.

"Ratchet hit the power line." We said in sync as we took off our helmets. We both laughed at and we said jinx's at the same time only to glare at each other and continue on until Ben faltered. Five minutes had passed since the shake and the road seemed pretty

"Now what do we do? We can't just sit around and watch the whole time. Neither of us are that sneaky that we can get into the Dam." Ben pointed out.

"We watch and wait until we can strike." I said firmly. This choice was probably going to kill me but what the fuck. I rather kill Decepti-scum than to let them take over the world, even if it's not my own. A moment later, a whole bunch of black SUV's with flashing lights went by the park.

The fun starts! I thought gleefully, as I pulled out my phone and chucked it at Ben. He caught it and quickly started looking for the bridge where Bumblebee would get caught.

This was going to get interesting fast.

Rewritten and uploaded February 10, 2016