Unforeseen

Chapter 25

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 25

There were a lot of things I had come to expect in life. So when a blue motorbike appeared outside Jessy's house without a rider a day and a half later, I was hardly surprised to find out she was alien. I wasn't even surprised to hear she was an Autobot. I was, however, alarmed to discover she was Ironhide's ex-girlfriend.

"Get on," she commanded.

"No thank you," I quickly turned and headed back to the house. So much for taking a walk.

"Need I transform?"

That stopped me dead. "You wouldn't dare."

"Your government has an uncanny way of covering us up, remember?"

I cursed silently. She was right and I couldn't even pretend to deny it. "What do you want with me?" I had returned to Texas to get away from these beings and yet they seemed to think that was their opportunity to stalk me. And out of the eleven or so Autobots working with my uncle, why did the ex-girlfriend one have to find me? "Why can't your kind just leave me alone?"

"Why are you so arrogant you won't even listen to those trying to help?"

Hadn't I been the one to call Ironhide arrogant just the other day? And wait, what right did she have calling me arrogant when she herself was bring pushy about something that did not even concern her in the first place. "If you want Ironhide so bad you can have him. I'm not interested." Something about the statement sent my insides awhirl.

"Would you shut up and get on."

"Motorcycles terrify me." I wasn't lying, but it was a lame excuse.

I could almost imagine her rolling her eyes. "If I had any intention to harm you I would have done so already. I'm not going to crash myself for your sake."

There was really no arguing that fact, even though I wished I could. Part of me actually wished Ron was here to deal with her, but when I thought about it, he might have sent her himself. "Where do you intend to take me?"I took uneasy steps towards her.

"Somewhere offering privacy."

I groaned. That undoubtedly meant she was going to transform. Perfect. I really should have just stayed inside and tried to fix that stupid porcelain doll the cat broke. I probably wouldn't have been able to do it, but it would have kept me from running into this crazy female robot.

"You still haven't told me your name," I grumbled, swinging my leg over the seat.

"Chromia," she answered before taking off at a reasonable speed.

"You realize there's a helmet law in Texas for those under 21?"

"Quite whining."

It had been worth a shot. I did wish I had sun glasses or something though. Riding on a motorcycle without cover wasn't all that fun, but at least Chromia was kind enough to keep it below thirty.

As the houses were lost to trees and nothing but nature surrounded us for several miles she began to slow. I recognized this place. My heart plummeted. It was where my friends and I had been the day of the tornado.

I practically leapt from the seat when the bike stopped. Chromia transformed quickly and nimbly and much to my surprise she was only about two feet taller than me. One of her wheels had taken the place of legs and the other was mounted behind her head. A rather formidable gun made up her left arm.

She rolled her eyes, "your anxieties isn't very becoming."

"Excuse me," I muttered before walking past her. What did she expect from me when she had a gun that was half her size? "What do you want to chide me about?" Knowing my luck, when this was over I would have to walk all the way back to town.