Woot my second fiction. Yay. Still Transformers, no Lucy or Riley in this one though. Their sequel is coming really soon though. Tehe. Hope you enjoy.

Someone call for a Mechanic?

;Oh My Gummi Bears

I started counting the trees. Yes, counting trees. How boring is that, but there was nothing else to look at. The red GMC envoy roughly turned the curve, throwing my sister and I into the air momentarily. We plopped back onto the seat roughly, my younger sister complaining about how long it was taking. Dad was driving us, well me, to camp. I'd gone to Camp Victory for over seven years since I was almost eight, and though the lake smelled funky and the air conditioning wasn't that great I still loved it there. The best part was Mr. Terrins; he owned a little shop in the back near the horse barn. He was almost seventy four years old, but he could work an engine like a pro.

So when I wasn't doing something or taking my horsemanship class I was there, watching, learning all I could about cars, planes, or anything else. I wasn't sure why but this kind of thing always seemed interesting. I guess you could call me a geek in a way, but don't say that to my face. I'll kick your tail to kingdom come buddy. If I could play tackle football then I could basically do anything. Or at least that's what I originally though. When the bumpy paved road turned into a even bumpier dirt road that's when I got excited. For two and a half months I would basically eat, sleep and breathe Camp Victory. Without my sister, Miranda, or my dad. Mom…well she was always with me. She'd died four years ago; she had a heart attack at the age of thirty six. And the last thing I heard my mom say to me before she died was…Prime.

Whatever that meant.

When we pulled up, I could already smell the lake because well our Envoy didn't have air conditioning, so the windows were almost always down.

"Welcome to Camp." Greeted Yannie, she was a LIT here. Great Person. I loved her to death. This was gonna be her last year here at camp, if I remembered what she told me last year correctly.

"Hey Yannie." I smiled.

"Bells!" She leaned in the window to hug my neck. She'd called me Bells since the first time we'd met. I suppose it was because the fact my name was Isabella. I had a lot of pet names. Bells, Bella, Izzy. All me. She let me go and pointed to the far side of the camp.

"Sorry Babe you got cabin eight this year." She frowned. Great. All the way at the end of the world. I put on a smile, but clearly it was fake.

"That's alright." I replied. She waved us on through after promising to talk to me soon. Dad drove farther down, almost trying to hit every pothole in the road.

"Geez it stinks." Miranda complained. I was so thankful that I was getting away from her for two months. I let dad help me unpack, he made my bed while I put things away in the little drawers of a armoire. When we'd finished, he hugged me kissing my forehead.

"Be good Izzy, you hear me?" He smiled. I nodded trying not to cry. It was hard to say bye to dad since he was the only family I had anymore, besides Miranda…if you could count her. He left me alone in the cabin, and I finally had enough composure to step out and wave bye as they disappeared down the road. I retreated back to the cabin, sinking onto the bottom bunk that was mine. The door then cracked open slightly. A shy face peered in, and she waved.

"Hi." I tried to be polite. I couldn't see her all that clearly because the light bulb was flickering strangely. She stepped inside, swinging the door wide.

"Izzy?" She asked.

"Paige?" I asked her.

"IZZY!" She squealed coming to hug me tightly. We'd met last year out on the swing set, we'd both been a little down that day. Inseparable since.

"Paige! It's great to see you again." I tucked a loose strand of black hair behind my ear. She smiled, as I backed up to get a look at her. No wonder I didn't recognize her at first, she had gotten taller. Not as tall as me yet, but that might change this year.

"Have you heard?" She asked, as animated as ever.

"No what?"

"Grandpa got hurt. He won't be coming back this summer." She quieted. I gasped. Poor

Mr. Terrins. He couldn't live without his mechanical work.

"Oh, he asked me to give you this," She tossed me a small silver key. It was the shop key.

"He said you'd know what to do with it. He told me to tell you to have a good summer." Paige would know, since they were related. We kept talking, letting the day slip from our fingers only really coming out for orientation and supper, and my horsemanship class.

And when we finally headed to the shop, it was getting really dark. I could see millions of stars from right there outside the shop. They were so beautiful, and not something you saw everyday. Or at least not where I came from.

Something flashed across the sky, bright, fiery. And intriguing. Paige flipped on the light, breaking my little trance. We had to be back at the cabin by ten, and it was only 8:50. So we had a little while yet.

But I couldn't pull my mind from that fiery streak, not even when I started working on an old Rabbit's engine for an old man down the street.

"Hand me that ratchet would you?" I mumbled absent mindedly. When cold steel didn't slap into my hand I looked up.

"Paige?" I glanced around. She was gone.

"Izzy…you'd better come and take a look at this." She was by the door. I could see something bright, shadowing her. I was careful not to trip, but I hopped over a table and was there looking out into the night. Something was in the horse pasture. Something big, and smoky. We looked to each other, nodding only once.

"Go back to the cabin." I ordered. She understood, plus she had her own issues about horses. She was desperately afraid of them. She wouldn't go ten feet near the horse pasture even if it was empty. Strange wasn't it. The horse barn was just yards away; as I sprinted down to see if Ms. Christine had let all the horses out.

Luckily she hadn't but the only ones there were Diamond, a huge paint that I couldn't clamber onto just yet, and Phoenix, an unrideable mustang that she was training. So riding a horse out there was out of the question. It was fine, except I'd just wasted energy getting down here. I jogged as fast as I could through the dark, using the moon as a guide. That and the small crater in the earth.

Holy Crow. I tripped only once, but that was enough. I'd forgotten about the electric fence, so I just got the crap shocked out of me, good thing it was a low voltage but despite the numbness in my abdomen I hobbled along.

Then I was there, standing over the crater and it creator. A giant robot.

Oh…my…gummi bears.

A/N;

Pretty good no? Who do you think it is? This idea came from me, because well I just got back from a weekend retreat at my camp. It was great, had a mini snowball fight and it never snows there. I'll tell you how we did that next chapter if you want to know. It's was great, and yes I based the names and locations of my real camp. Yannie, Paige, and Camp Victory and the shop all exist. They are real people. ) Yippie!