Hidden Spark

Chapter 11-Arrival to Earth

I sat up in bed and looked at the clock, 00:40 am perfect. I slowly crept out of my room, opening the door and sneaking outside. I walked up to the familiar Camaro and patted the roof. "Hey Bee, you awake?" I whispered, and there was a very quiet roar of the engine.
"Good let's go." I whispered, climbing in. He drove of and that's when I heard Sam behind us. "Shit." I cursed.
"Keep..going?" Bee asked, and I nodded in the mirror.
"Oh, God. No no no no no no no no no no! Hey, that's my car! Ohh- No! No no no no no no. Dad, call the cops! Where you going with my car, buddy? Where you going? Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I'm in pursuit! Right? I need all units, the whole, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!" I heard Witwicky shout on behind us. 

Eventually, we reached an area which was practically a tip, but nobody was there so it would be ok. I unhooked the wolf chain from the mirror and got out. Bee instantly transformed and I looked up at him. "It's good to have you back, but how do we get Sky back?" I asked, hanging the chain from my finger and holding it up. He pointed at me and I got the message, letting the energon flow through my blood. "Come on Sky, come back to us," I whispered as a blue spark shot from my hands and into the wolf charm. It started to grow and within seconds Sky stood tall. "Lexie!" He ran to me, and I fell to my knees hugging him. I let go and wiped my eyes, looking up I saw Bee shooting out a blue light. "What's he doing?" I whispered to Sky.
"Guiding them here."
"Who?" Sky didn't reply, instead he turned around as we heard loud barking and clattering. "Sam."
"Make me back into a keychain, hurry!" Sky told me. I nodded and changed him back. Bee transformed, and I hooked Sky back onto the mirror. "I'm not getting in, he'll ask questions." I told Bee, and I felt his concern. "I'll be fine, I'm an alien remember?" I laughed, and ran towards Sam's screams.

"No! No! No! No! My God. No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog! Oh my God. Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa! All right! Oh! No! No!" He was stood on a barrel and the dogs snapped at him. I ran over and got their attention running rapidly in circles. "Anytime now." I muttered, and just on cue, Bee drove through the wall. I jumped up next to Sam who panicked even more. "Okay. Please, please don't kill me! I'm sorry! Take the keys! I don't want them! Car's yours!" I held in my laugh as he threw the keys at the ground, then I heard the sirens.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Listen, listen, listen. Good, you're here." Sam let out a breath of relief as we both walked towards the police cars. Then I noticed the look on the officer's face, "let me see your hands!"
"No, no, no, no! It's not us." I protested.
"Let me see your hands."
"The guy's inside!" Sam shouted. I played along, knowing that the only man inside, wasn't a man at all. "Shut up! Walk towards the car. Put your head on the hood." The policeman handcuffed us, and I glared at Sam, who then returned the look.

Soon, we found ourselves sat with Ron, being questioned in the station. "Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up." Sam was saying.
"It just stood up? Wow. It's really neat. Okay, chiefie. Time to fill her up. And no drippy-drippy. What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?" The officer held up a cup and I scoffed.
"We are not on any drugs!"  
"What's these? Found it in your pocket. Mo-jo. Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mo-jo?" He held up the small box of pills.
"Those are our dog's pain pills." Sam stated and Ron backed him up.
"You know, a chihuahua. A little..." Then Sam spotted the gun.
"What was that?" The officer noticed.
"Huh?"
"You eyeballing my piece, Fifty Cent? You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you. I will bust you up."
"Are you on drugs?" Sam leant forward as he asked, staring directly into his eyes, and I couldn't help but snicker. Well shit.