I realize my home is pretty run down. Just makes it home for me. Of course, I still try to fix it up. Mostly the house. I'll start the garage when a little more money comes in. Meaning my tax returns.

I was nailing the last of the wood on my newly built porch. I just need a few more boards and it'll be finished.

I packed up my tools and started for my over sized, rundown garage. When I got up to the door, I saw that the bolt and chain was broken and the door was slightly cracked. I poke my head in a little. I didn't see anyone in there. But the black and red Mercedes is new. No way it's mine. I can barely afford to paint the powder room.

I went up to the car, the doors were apparently unlocked, so I opened the passenger side one and started to dig through the glove box, looking for a registration form or something to identify the owner.

There was nothing. It was completely empty.

Then alarm started blaring and I backed up. Then the door slammed shut and the whole thing started shifting form.

It's a Transformer. It's a freaking Transformer.

He had a helmet on like a samurai's and some wires made a small beard at the bottom of his face. He resembled a samurai almost completely, actually.

He was shouting something at me and groaning in pain at the same time. He pulled a sword out and aimed it at me shakily, holding his side with his other hand. “Ningen ni todomaru.”

I backed up and got on my feet, holding my hands up slightly. “Easy, I can't understand what you're saying.”

“Stay back!” He says a little louder.

There was a glowing blue liquid coming out of his wound, slowly covering his fingers.

“You're wounded.” I say softly, getting a little less tense.

“It's none of your concer…” His blinked hard. “Con…”

I raised an eyebrow a little. He shook his head out and sucked in a breath. “It's none of your concern.”

“Well… You're in my home, you're bleeding out… And you're on the run. I think it is my concern. What's your name?”

“Tell me yours.” His hand shook a little more.

I nod. “My name is Chloe Myrtle. I'm a mechanic and a construction worker. You're in my home. You're safe now.”

He nodded slightly, still shaking. “My… My name i-... Is…” The sword slipped out of his hand and he fell backwards, going completely limp.

It was his wounds. The one on his side was still bleeding out. I grabbed my tools and started to patch it up, getting some of the liquid on my clothes.

It was about a half hour before he came back around. I heard him groan slightly when I was starting to clean the liquid off of his hand so I could patch up an open cut in his palm. I was careful, knowing he could still be jumpy.

He stiffened a little, but didn't move. I finished after a couple of minutes and sighed. “I got all the ones I could find, big guy. You should be fine.”

He took his hand away from my reach and looked at it closely, narrowing his eyes a little.

“Relax, I didn't install a virus or anything.”

He still inspected a little longer, then nodded with a sigh. “I must thank you. But it is not a great one.”

“Wouldn't dream of one.”

I started to pack up my tools. “You still haven't told me your name.”

He didn't respond

“I mean, I can't just call you Transformer, or Big Robot Guy. You gotta give me something.”

“It is Drift,” he finally says.

“Well, Drift, if you don't remember, seeing that you passed out right after I told you, my name is Chloe Myrtle.” I closed the tool box and went to push it up on the shelf. “You're in my home. You're safe now.”

It was silent for a little bit.

Then he finally spoke up. “Why are you helping me?”

I paused for a moment. “Because you need me to. I doubt anyone else will.”

He didn't say anything.

“And… I'm on your side.”

His optics widened a little, as if he hadn't heard someone say that in years.

He probably hasn't.

“You're safer with me than you are on your own. Your safe now.”

I saw him smirk. “Thank you, Chloe.”

“Don't mention it. Now let me ask you this.”

He leaned in a little.

I looked at the door. “How the hell did you get in here?”

He chuckled softly.