Hey everyone! Welcome to the second chapter. And firstly I have to say WOW, and thank you for the great feedback :) You guys rock. I find myself thinking about this story more often each day, and though I'm still not sure of it's ultimate direction, I do have at least a few plot twists in mind. Also- I've had to make up a few of the Fast and Furious' character's surnames, as none were provided in the movie as far as I'm aware ;)

So, without further ado, enjoy the next chapter of Doomsday Clock!

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Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Dreamworks

The Fast and The Furious © Universal Studios

All recognisable characters belong to their respectful owners.

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Jesse's mind stumbled over the events that had just unfolded. He looked blankly, dumbfounded, at the remains of the car that were scattered like entrails across the road and grass verge. Large craters had been left in the wake of the fireball, that was now surrounded by most of the other vehicles.

"C'mon, lets get you down from there." One of the soldiers lowered the pick up's tailgate, and the two confused civilians climbed down.

Esme's face was wrought with dismay. She looked questioningly at both of the soldiers.

"Then you tell me just how two civilians got down this road!" The dark skinned soldier was shouting into a radio.

"I'm Major Lennox, this…" he gestured to the shouting man. "… is Sergeant Epps. We work for a classified department of the special forces." Lennox spoke as he took the two aside. "What you've witnessed tonight…well. You down right shouldn't have witnessed it. Turns out I have a bunch of monkeys workin' for me…" He mumbled the last part of his sentence. "Now, we need to take you to get de briefed about this, as it's a matter of national security."

Esme and Jesse exchanged confused looks.

"Hang on-no, I….what about my car! I'm supposed to have that thing back at the garage by 11! Oh my god…my boss is going to kick my ass!" The blonde woman pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling loudly.

"There's nothing we can do 'bout that. You're just gonna have to tell your boss you had a little accident." Sergeant Epps spoke up as he walked over to them, grimly looking in the direction of the obliterated car.

"I'll lose my job! And it's all your guys' fault!" Esme tossed her hands up in frustration; Jesse nervously fidgeted, occasionally glancing at the fireball- which was no longer on fire.

"I'm sorry young lady. We just can't do anything about it." Lennox puffed.

"You could write me a letter or something! Jesus…"

"Did you fail to hear the words 'national' and 'security' in his li'l speech just now?" Epps gruffly retorted.

"I-!" Esme was cut off by a loud humming that lasted only moments. She looked over at the fireball, mouth gaping. Between the hummers and trucks that crowded it, she saw what looked like a huge metal orb. "What the hell is going on …?"

"Uh, look. I'm afraid you need to be taken to-"

There was a shout, cutting off the Major's train of thought.

"Bluestreak, no!"There came a gruff, bellowing voice from amongst the trucks.

The soldiers turned their attention to the mob of vehicles, staring in horror at the sight before them.

There was a long, awkward silence from both groups.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE THINGS!" Esme erratically yelled, clinging to Jesse's upper arm. The two looked mortified.

There, in the midst of military vehicles stood a great black robot that seemed to be trying to halt a smaller silver robot from moving.

"Oh frag, now look what you've done!" A very gruff, deep voice bellowed from the black robot as he delivered a swift slap to the back of the silver robot's head.

"Oww. No need for that 'Hide. Primus…do you know how long I've been cooped up like that? I just needed to stretch my legs…"

"What are you doing! Bluestreak, we said no transforming until the perimeter was clear- and it most definitely is not clear!" Lennox hollered at the top of his voice and gestured wildly at the two civilians.

"…oops? I…I'm sorry?" The little robot clasped his metallic hands together and averted his gaze.

Frantic banter filled the air as soldiers scurried to their posts, attempting to secure the perimeter and whatnot. Esme and Jesse stood in awe at the sight before them. Epps looked exasperated from where he stood next to them.

"You know, four years of this and not one plan we make runs smoothly…." Epps muttered.

"C'mon, you better get in here." Lennox sighed, opening the Hummer's door to them.

"Sir… I…I still need a car to take back to my garage. If my boss finds out one of his orders got taken out by a flaming robot thing he'll think I'm both crazy and a bad employee. Please…I need my job, you have to understand."

"Can't you just buy a replacement car? I mean…you're part of the government- and if this is a matter of national security, you should be willing to do everything you can to keep it quiet." Jesse said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Young man, do you realise we are in recession right now? Government needs it's money." Epps shot back.

The blonde man sighed, letting his eyes trail once again to the fray of robots and frantic looking soldiers. Though, what happened next sent his mind spinning.

The silver robot began to change shape, parts shifting and contorting into another form…the form of a silver GTR. His eyes grew wide at what had just happened.

"How did that thing do that!"

"What?" Epps and Lennox questioned in unison.

"It changed into Esme's car…what the hell man…!"

"Oh…ssshhit." Epps' face fell into his palms.

"My...wait what?" Esme took a few steps in the direction of the transformer. The wind blew her hair about her face in gusts. Both the robots that had been standing there moments before were now changed back into vehicles. Her face was a picture of confusion and worry, that mixed with one almighty adrenaline rush.

Sergeant Epps and Major Lennox began shouting again, running into the fray of robots and soldiers.

A ringing phone caught Esme's attention. It was Jesse's, he swiftly answered. The blonde woman stood watching tiredly as Jesse conversed with whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yo, yeah we…we're fine. No…why? I don't know, don't know when we'll be back. We uh…we got…lost, yeah that's it. Just a bit lost. Don't worry 'bout us. Okay, call you when we're headed home, bye." The conversation was brief and to the point.

"Was that Dom?" Esme asked.

"Yeah, he was asking where we were." Jesse looked down at the young woman. She was on the brink of angry tears, he could tell. "Hey…don't worry ok?"

"I'm just so annoyed! I'll loose my job if I don't take a car back! Ugh…" Esme threw her hands up in frustration again.

"I'm on the case…c'mon, you're about to see Jesse Calloway barter like never before." He flashed a quick wonky smile at his friend, and led her over to where the 'vehicles' were receiving a good telling off.

They quietly walked up behind Lennox, who was sternly talking to the Topkick.

"I expected more professionalism from you 'Hide! Seriously!" The Major waggled his finger at the truck.

"Lennox, I-"

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings!"

"Sir, there's-"

"What if there were kids around?"

The Topkick suddenly revved and tilted to it's left, turning it's lights on. Lennox suddenly turned to face where Emse and Jesse stood, cautiously observing the vehicles surrounding them.

"Oh. Why are you over here?" He grinned sheepishly.

"I got a proposition for you." Jesse began, quickly continuing before Lennox had any chance to object. "You let us take that thing back with us." He pointed at the GTR. It's engine revved now and then, doors swung open and closed again, as if it were fidgeting. "Just one day, one day, and we can bring it back. We can make it look like it got stolen. That way- Esme doesn't get blamed for damage to the car or lose her job." There was a pause. Lennox's face was devoid of emotion. "Come on, help her out here." Jesse urged.

"You want me, a respectable Major, to give you, John Doe, a highly classified being from another planet?" He said blankly.

"….yes." Jesse replied. Esme smacked her palm to her forehead.

"I can't do that." He turned to Emse. "You'll have to tell your boss the car was stolen tonight."

"But sir, I'll get blamed for it. I was the last one on the premises, if I were to tell him that I'd…" She sighed noisily, becoming aggravated. "You know what, forget it. Either way I'm going to get my ass handed to me. Keep my fucking car."

"I'm sorry miss. My hands are tied." The Major sighed, walking off toward Epps.

There was a sudden awkwardness in the air as the looming black pickup sat quietly in front of both Emse and Jesse.

"For the record," The truck began speaking, causing Esme to jump a little. " you would have regretted taking Bluestreak for the night. He wouldn't have shut up."

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