Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (set sometime after ROTF Movie verse) Annabelle Lennox is sixteen and excited about getting her first car. What happens when the first car turns out to be an Autobot? Especially one that's new to the whole Guardian thing.

"blah" – Normal human speak
"blah" – Cybertronian speak
'blah' – Comm. Speaking
blah – thinking
Blah – flashbacks

There's a First Time for Everything
By Yami-Yugi3

Chapter 14

The next day at after school, Prowl was sitting in the parking lot, taking a nap cause Annabelle was with Sheniqua and Keisha. Her parents along with Ray and Monique Epps had made arrangements with the school for her. All her classes, including lunch and homeroom, were with Keisha and Sheniqua. She was protected at all times this way because Prowl was still playing the role of her boyfriend. Prowl sighed contently as he nap in his true form in the parking lot of the school. Annabelle's excuse for Prowl not being around was that he was studying and wanted to give her some alone time with her friends. "That's so cute, that he got all upset about what happened," said Keisha.

"Yeah... I didn't think he was the emotional type," said Sheniqua. "Besides," she added as she lowered her voice to a whisper, "being the Second in Command makes him seem like he'd be tougher than that."

"Well, Uncle Hide is a softie sometimes. Same with Op-...I mean, Boss Bot."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. You're lucky Anne," smiled Sheniqua. "Dad doesn't have any big friends. You're getting them all to like you."

"But your dad works for my dad."

"Yeah, but we don't have any living with us... It's not the same," sighed Keisha.

Annabelle giggled. "You can take Jazz." Jazz clicked from his place as her back pack.

"Really?" smiled Keisha. She went behind Annabelle and reached to take the backpack off.

"Sure," Annabelle laughed. Jazz clicked and held close to her. "That is, if Jazz wants to," she added as she took the back pack off. She made sure no one was looking and slipped the bear head off a bit. "You're too cute to give up." Jazz nuzzles into Annabelle. Annabelle smiled.

They were so busy they didn't see the cheerleaders headed outside and towards the parking lot. "We'll get that little tramp and her stupid boyfriend too."

"There is her car." one said.

"Let's destroy it," grinned the leader.

"I have some eggs I borrowed from Home Ec."

"I have my lipstick." said another one.

"And I have some paint from the football posters." The leader smiled. They looked around for Annabelle, but she was going back inside with the girls to exchange her books.

"Okay girls, now is our chance."

The one with the lipstick wrote whore, two timer, and bitch on the windows. The cheerleader with the paint wrote love 'em and leave 'em a few times. She also wrote almost virgin as well. The leader with the eggs waited until they were finished. "Step back girls. Now's the fun part." She handed out handfuls of eggs to each of them. They started to chuck the eggs at Prowl, which broke and stuck to his frame. The leader laughed and got out her keys. She scratched loser across the hood a few times and then threw eggs at the scratches. Prowl wince a bit in his sleep since the scratches did hurt a bit. He shrugged it off, until the eggs started eating at his armor and getting into the scratches. He slowly woke up, unsure what was going on. The cheerleaders laughed at their handiwork. Prowl soon saw them standing in front of him.

"Hey!" He winced as the egg started getting into sensitive areas from the scratches. The paint started to cake dry and get itchy.

"Hey, that sounds like Prowl." one of the girls said "I bet he's near by."

"You bet he is! He's right here! What did you do to me!" The cheerleaders look confused. "You younglings are in BIG trouble! You better answer me!"

"What's wrong Prowl? Where are you? Are you hiding in the car?"

He growled. "You're looking at him." Prowl couldn't take it anymore and transformed.

All the cheerleaders screamed and gasped. "It's monster!" They all ran off, still screaming, and running pass Annabelle and the Epps girls. Prowl sighed and transformed back.

"What was wrong with them?" Sheniqua asked.

"PROWL! My car!" Annabelle shrieked. The girls raced out of the school and towards the parking lot where Prowl sat. Prowl moaned, transforming having made things worse. Annabelle ran over. "Oh Prowl, look what those mean girls did to you!"

"...I need...a wash rack...immediately..."

"Okay hang on, we'll get you home to get you clean up."

"...Need somewhere...closer..."

"How about the car wash in town?" Keisha suggested.

"Yeah," agreed Sheniqua. "Those powerful jets and soaps should help."

"We'll help."

Annabelle got inside Prowl. She waited for the girls to get into Sheniqua's car. She let Prowl start his engine. "It's alright, Prowl. Hang on," she spoke soothingly. Prowl moan a bit. Annabelle rubbed the steering wheel. "It's okay."

"...I...I'm not going to...die... It's just...irritating...and a bit...painful..."

'We're gonna get you all clean up Prowler.'He sighed irritably as they drove along the road to the car wash.

They soon pulled up to the car wash. Annabelle pulled him into an empty stall. "You guys have dollars?"

"...Dollars...?" Prowl asked confused.

"To turn into quarters to run the cycle of the equipment." Sheniqua and Keisha dug into their purses. The three of them managed to get several dollars out, both in change and in bills. They made quick work getting quarters. Sheniqua and Keisha put the quarters in as Annabelle grabbed the water jet first.

"...Is it warm...?" Prowl asked.

"I'm sorry, Prowl. It's probably going to be cold." Prowl was unsure now. "He's sensitive about the temperature of the water." Annabelle explained to her friends.

"Well, that egg is going to eat at him if we don't get it off."

"Prowl, you got to endure it, okay." Annabelle said.

"...Alright...I suppose cold water is...better than...this..." Annabelle smiled and turned on the water. She made sure to get into every nook and cranny, squirting off everything she could. Prowl tried not to move even thought the water was too cold for his liking.

"I know, Prowl...its okay..." She managed to get everything off but the egg.

"...I-It's itching..." Prowl said.

"I'm trying. I got the paint off. Keisha, put more quarters in."

"Switch it to soap," added Sheniqua.

"Yeah that might work." Annabelle squirted him down with the soap, which was warmer. Prowl sighed a bit, happy that it wasn't as cold as the water was.

Annabelle smiled. "Alright, I've got what I can. Keisha, switch it to the brush. Sheniqua, I need you to put the quarters in." Annabelle put the water jet away and grabbed the brush. Once the quarters were in and the brush started to foam, Annabelle worked to get the egg off. Prowl moaned happily as she scrubbed. "Well it's slowly coming off."

"Good," smiled Sheniqua.

"Egg is murder to get off."

"You're telling me..." sighed Annabelle. Sheniqua put more quarters in as Annabelle continued to scrub. Annabelle's cellphone rang and Uncle Hide flashed on the screen. Annabelle put the brush in one hand and answered it on the other as she clean Prowl. "Yeah?"

"What's talking you so long, Anne?"

"I'm sorry Ironhide, we're cleaning Prowl at the car wash."

"Why? Why not bring him home? He was clean when you left for school this morning anyway."

"The cheerleaders threw egg all over him, scratched him, and wrote all over him with paint and lipstick."

"WHAT!" Annabelle could almost hear his cannon whirring.

"...Its okay Ironhide, I scared them off..." Prowl said.

Ironhide growled and did his best not to curse in front of Annabelle. "Well, come home as soon as you can."

"We will once we get Prowl cleaned."

"Alright."

"Bye Ironhide." She hung up the phone and went back to getting the rest of the egg off.

It took a half hour more, but they finally got Prowl as good as new. The scratches were the only thing she couldn't get off. "I'm sorry about the scratches, but at least they're clean.

"It's okay. My self repair systems will handle it."

"Good," smiled Annabelle. "Thanks for your help, guys," she smiled at the Epps kids.

"No problem. That's what friends are for." Annabelle waved goodbye as they got into the car and drove off.

"Okay let's go home." Annabelle said.

"Yes..." Annabelle and Jazz got into Prowl and headed home. Prowl was much happier on the drive home.

Once at home, Prowl transformed. He stretched his door wings out happily. "Looks like someone's happy," smiled Ironhide.

"Yeah, having egg on you is not fun..." Prowl said.

"I wouldn't know." Ironhide growled and fired up his cannons. "Now, where do those cheerleaders live..."

"Ironhide, I took care of it." Prowl said.

"You scared them off, for now. They need a good scare and some bruised afts."

"Oh I scared them off good." Prowl said with a smile.

"Yeah, screaming like little girls," laughed Annabelle.

"I'll find out where they live myself... I need to punish that Johnathan boy anyway..." He walked off down the driveway, cannons whirring. Annabelle chased after him, mortified by the repercussions but also trying to stop him.

"Ironhide!" Prowl watched and decided to sit under a tree for a bit.

"Nobody hurts you or Prowl!"

"Please! Don't do this!" she said, trying to keep up with him.

"What's going on?" Barricade asked as he came out of the shed.

"Ironhide is just mad." Prowl said.

"About what?"

"Ironhide! PLEASE!" Annabelle said as she clung to his leg. She held on for dear life as he walked. "PLEASE!"

"Some cheerleaders threw eggs at me."

"They did what?"

"Barricade, don't you dare..." Prowl started.

"But no one hurts my baby brother." Barricade growled.

Prowl placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. I handled it. Let it go."

"Fine, but still..." Barricade sighed.

Annabelle came back with a happy smile on her face. "Got Ironhide calm down?" Prowl asked her with a smile.

"Yeah, he just takes things very strongly." She said.

"That's Ironhide for you."

"He's just a cute, overprotective softie," she smiled.

"I heard that!" Ironhide yelled back.

"Don't take it so hard, Ironhide." Prowl said with a laugh. Jazz and Barricade joined in too.

He came over with a growl. Annabelle went over and hugged his leg. "You're just so lovable..."

"Yeah Ironhide, you may be a terror to Decepticons but you are just so lovable off the battle field." Prowl said with a smirk.

"It's nice coming from Annabelle, but if either of you two say that again I'll blast those smiles right off your faceplates."

"Sorry Ironhide." Prowl said as he tried to hide his smile. Ironhide huffed but he couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Well, hopefully we shouldn't have anymore problems," said Barricade.

"I'm pretty sure we won't." Prowl said.

"Yep," smiled Annabelle.

"Everything's back to normal," said Ironhide. Jazz clicked sadly again.

"Oh...Sorry Jazz..." Annabelle said.

"I'm sure Ratchet will have your body done soon." Prowl said.

"If I remember correctly, he was supposed to go in for testing a few weeks back when that bird got him."

"Oh yeah almost forgot about that." Prowl said.

"I know! This weekend when I visit the base, you can get your body back." Annabelle said happily. Jazz looked up at Annabelle happily. She scooped the little mechlet into her arms and hugged him. Jazz hugged her back.