A/N: Alright, here's the last chapter. I do apologize if it's on the short side but I didn't really have much to work with here. Anyways, I just wanted to take a moment and thank all of my reviewers. You all mean so much to me. From those who have been with me since the beginning to those who are just tuning in. It's you who have made this possible :) So, enjoy.


Chapter 13: Letter

It had been two weeks since I had been released from the hospital and Mom and Dad seem to be in total "over-protective-parent" mode. They never let me out of the house unless one of them were with me and Sam couldn't take me anywhere with Bee. I guess they don't like the idea of having an alien robot and their children in the same sentence, let alone in the alien robot's car form. I haven't been able to hang out with Bee either, let alone his 'other' form. I wanted to ask questions about it, learn about it. I guess it's the experimenter's part of me. Heh.

Sitting down at the table, I scowled at the schedule on the fridge. It was Saturday, so that means my "big" pill was today. Dad came into the kitchen with the pill container. I groaned and sneered at the container, hissing when Dad came closer.

"Calm down, Jess," Dad just laughed and got me a glass of water while I fished out a pill from the evil bottle. They seem to make opening it "Jess-proof" so I usually had Dad open it for me, "It's just a pill."

"Just a pill my butt. They don't even have a coating!" I wailed, hating the fact that the horse pill didn't have a coating so it would go down easier. I took a large gulp of water, popped the pill in, and tilted my head back while I swallowed. The pill got stuck in the middle of my throat like it usually did. Coughing, I remember the first week I had come back. I had to take the damned pill every day and the first few days I had nearly choked on it. Shaking my head, I got out a bowl and some cereal, "Isn't Sam going over to Mikaela's today?"

Dad nodded and got out the orange juice and milk, pouring him a glass of OJ and setting the milk next to me, "He said something about a project. I don't think that's all on his mind."

I shuddered and looked at Dad, "Please, no images Dad!"

He just laughed and exited the kitchen. I sighed and sat down on one of the stools. Eating my cereal slowly, I looked out the window where Bee should be. He usually took Sam to school and then patroled the city in case of any Decepticon activity. I saw him return home a few times but Mom nor Dad never let me out of the house to talk to him, afraid he would steal me away. Shaking my head, I smiled as I remembered her exact words:

"Jess, he's going to take you away!"

"No he won't Mom, Bee's really responsible. I trust him with my life."

"Well, I don't. I swear, that car's got issues."

I don't think I've laughed that hard since god knows when. Just the look on her face coupled with the tone of her voice and the irony just made for a priceless moment. Shaking my head in laughter, I placed the bowl in the sink and grabbed my jacket, slipping on my flip-flops.

"Hey Dad, I'm gonna go check the mail!"

"Hold on, I'll come," I saw Dad get up. This was to much.

"No, please Dad. You and Mom have holed me up in this house for two weeks without letting me go outside if one of you aren't with me. Please," I pratically got on my knees. Dad sighed and contemplated it for a second in the doorway between the front door and the living room. Smiling, he nodded.

"Okay, Jess," I punched the air and smiled, opening the door and heading out, "Just be careful!"

I laughed and nodded, stepping down the steps and slowly walking down the path. The sun was blocked by a thick layer of clouds and I could smell rain, but I still wanted to enjoy the moments I had outside. The air had a bit of a chill in it, making me pull my jacket closer to my body. Walking onto the sidewalk, my mind began to wander on random things: the event that happened a few weeks ago, the Primes (who haven't visited me since that one encounter), my visions (which, thankfully, haven't returned yet), and other things. Getting to the mailbox, I put the key in the lock and turned it. Reaching in, I felt a drop on my hand. Looking up, I smiled as the rain began to come down harder. Pulling my hand out of the mailbox, I spread my arms out wide and lifted my face to the clouds, eyes closed, and spun in a circle. A laugh escaped my lips and I turned back to the mailbox. Dad will probably want me home since it was beginning to rain. Reaching back into the mailbox, I removed the mail contents (which was actually kind of heavy) and walked back home, hiding them in my jacket to prevent them from getting wet.

Walking into the house and removing my shoes and jacket, I walked into the kitchen where Mom was.

"Morning, dear. Is that the mail?" She questioned over my shoulder as I nodded and began to seperate them into piles. Handing the pile that belonged to Mom to her, I passed the one that belonged to Dad to him when he walked past. I turned to leave the kitchen when I felt Mom's hand on my shoulder, "This one's yours, Jess. It looks pretty official."

Scrunching my eyebrows, I turned around and took the letter. It was white and a standard sized letter but on the right corner was stamped "US: International Affairs" with an official looking seal. Blinking, I looked up at Mom and Dad who looked eager to see what it was. Shakily, my fingers tore at the letter and removed a thin sheet of paper. I began to read it.

'Jessica Samantha Witwicky:

We would like to congradulate you on being nominated and selected for our prestigious program for High Schoolers to travel the world and be involved in International Affairs. One of your teachers has nominated you and from your background in not only schoolwork but charitable work outside of school, you have been one of the few to be selected.'

My hands were shaking more and I looked up at Mom and Dad. Which one of my teachers would recommend me? Mom nudged my arm and I looked back down at the sheet of paper and read more,

'You will be given the opprotunity to meet with the worlds top leaders and experience what it's like to see the world through different perspectives and go through several programs that help you along your career path. There are different areas for you to choose: Military, Economics, Politics, and Religion. You will be debriefed on each area and you will choose two to go more in depth with.

Military- You will experience what it's like to be on the battlefield as a colonel. They will give you a step-by-step guide to surviving the battlefield as well as keeping your squadron alive. You will meet up with the some of the worlds top colonels and they will help you along and tell you secrets to surviving. You will be put through a similator at the end of the course to see what you have learned and if you are qualified to go more in depth with the top military ranks. Government paid.

Economics- You will experience what it's like on Wall Street and some of the world's top markets. We have experts to take you step-by-step in the worlds delicate balance of money and delicacies. You will see how mass gross products are shipped and factories carefully mapped out around the globe. You will meet with some of the worlds top marketing idols and they will give you some tips on how to build your own company successfully. You will be put through a similator at the end of the course to see what you have learned and if you are qualified to go more in depth with the worlds top markets. Government paid.

Politics- You will experience what it's like to write laws and be in with some of the top governments of the world. They will teach you organization and how to write laws while listening to your country. You will meet some of the worlds top leaders (presidents, kings, queens, etc.) and you will visit countries to learn about several different politics. You will also meet with governers of your own country and discuss issues you have with your country as of now. You will be put through a similator at the end of the course to see what you have learned and if you are qualified to go more in depth with world politics. Government paid.

Religion- You will experience what it's like to have power in not just politics, but in Religion as well. A lot of countries are ruled by religion instead of a strict government law so you will visit those countries and meet their religious leader. They will tell you about how they went on their spiritual journey and who their god is and why they do what they do. You will be put through a similator at the end of the course to see what you have learned and if you are qualified to go more in depth with religious affairs. Government paid.'

I took a deep breath, feeling myself getting out of breath. Mom and Dad urged me on, eager to hear more.

'You have also earned a letter from your government that they will pay for everything: your plane tickets, your food, the hotels. All expenses are paid.'

Dad seemed to be happy about that.

'This course will take you through your last two remaining years of high school and the summer. You will leave on August 31, 2007 and return August 31, 2009. No one is allowed to accompany you on this trip, it's a trip for High Schoolers only. You will join 3 other students from your country and you all will be chosen to be put in one of the categories. If you chose to not continue, you will be given a medal for completing the course and will be given $1,ooo,ooo dollars in college money. If you chose not to attend the course at all, someone else will replace you. It is your choice, Jessica Witwicky. There is a $100 fee but that is only a little price to pay for becoming: the person every military wants, the person people go to to handle their money, the person every country wants and fears, the person every religious leader wants to talk to.

The real question is, Jessica Witwicky,

Are you up to the challenge?'

Blinking several times, I don't think it's set in what they're offering. I think I vaguely remember Mrs. Hendricks talking about recommending me to something. She was a nice old lady with white hair and round spectacles. She was there for me when I didn't want to talk to my mom about boy or school troubles. Was this what she was talking about? Gulping, I gave Mom and Dad the papers. It was a lot to take in. Sitting down on the stool, I barely heard Mom and Dad excitedly talking about it.

What if I did go?

If I did go, I'd leave so many things behind. School, my friends, my family, Bee... Leaning forward and biting my lip, I thought about everything we had gone through and then just up and leaving him. I don't know what was between me and Bee, but there was something definitely there. Just thinking about him made my breathing hitch a bit and made my heart go a beat faster. Mom placed a hand on my shoulder and I jumped. She looked at me.

"Jess, what do you think? I think this will be an amazing experience for you!" She smiled. A small smile graced my lips.

"Let me think about it, kay? It's a lot to take in, ya know!" She laughed and nodded. A sigh burst through my lips and I walked upstairs to my room. Flopping down on my bed, I looked up at my ceiling.

What if I didn't go?

I'd miss out on a lot of things, I know that. I always liked knowing how things worked, including politics and economics. But I think if I went, I'd do Military and Politics. Perhaps I would be able to work with the soldiers from a few weeks ago. They were really cool. And if I didn't like it, I still got $1,ooo,ooo for college and bragging rights that I had been around the world. Sighing, I turned onto my side. It was all very compelling to me. And I actually wanted to go. But I didn't want to leave everything behind.

What should I do?

Shrugging, I decided to sleep it off. I turned over onto my side and drifted off to dreamland.


"Hey, Jess," I felt my brother nudge me. Groaning, I turned onto my side to look up at him.

"What is it, Sam?" A yawn over took me as I sat up, rubbing my right eye. Sam looked kind of sad, "What's wrong?"

"Are you really leaving?"

How did he know about that?

"I read the letter," he must've seen the look I gave him. The sun was beginning to set and my stomach growled.

"I don't know yet, Sam. Can we go get something to eat? I'm starving!" His lips threatened to curl up in a smile and he gave in, nodded, and stood up. I followed him downstairs. Mom and Dad had already set the table and Mom smiled when I came down.

"Well, honey? How are you feeling?" I shrugged, sitting in my chair.

"Honestly, Mom, I don't know. I feel fine physically but mentally, I'm a bit jumbled," Sighing, I put my forehead onto my left palm, playing with my food with the fork in my right hand. Sam sat across from me, Mom was next to me and Dad was next to Sam. They ate their food and conversed quietly and left me to my thoughts. I barely had made it halfway through my food when I put down my fork quietly and looked at my parents. I waited until they were done when I spoke up, "Mom? Dad? I've made a decision."

Sam, Mom, and Dad all looked at me, waiting.

"I'm going."

Mom looked ecstatic, Dad looked proud, and Sam looked surprised.

"Yay! My little girl is going to be a top world leader pick!" Mom cheered, spilling her wine.

"Oh, Judy! Look what you did!" Dad complained. They began to argue over Mom's "over-exciteness" when Sam got up and tapped on my shoulder, walking upstairs to my room. When we got in, he closed the door and looked at me worriedly.

"Are you sure about this Jess? After all you've been through?" He sat down on my bed. I sighed and sat down next to him, taking his hand in mine and squeezd it.

"I have thought about it Sam. I really have. I know how much it will hurt for both you and me when I leave and I know how hard it will be for me to say good-bye to Bee, but you have to think about the opprotunities for me Sam."

He opened his mouth but shut it as soon as what I had said sunk in, "I-... I guess I didn't think about that, Jess. I'm sorry but... I'm just a little upset about losing you and then getting you back just to have you leave again."

I smiled and bumped my shoulder with his, "Yeah, but look at it this way, at least you know I'm alive and kickin'."

Sam gave way to a small smile and bumped my shoulder back, "I guess. Good luck breaking this to Bee."

My face scrunched up. I knew that was going to be hard. He was the main reason my heart told me to stay. Sighing, I looked at my hands, "Yeah..."

Sam put a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, look at it this way, Mom and Dad are letting you out of the house!"

I gave a short laugh and looked at my brother, punching him in the arm, "Thanks, Sam."

He gave me a one-armed hug, "No problem, Jess. I think you should probably talk to Bee tonight. Mom and Dad will probably won't let you out of the house until the day you leave."

Nodding, I hugged my brother once more and walked downstairs and snuck out the back door. Walking over to the yellow Camaro in the driveway, I smiled when the door popped open. Sliding into the drivers seat, I heard the radio buzz to life.

"Hey, Jess. Long time no see."

I laughed and patted the steering wheel, "Yeah, well, my parents are in 'over-protective' mode lately."

"Can you blame them?" Shaking my head, I rubbed the steering wheel absently, "You okay Jess? You seem... distracted."

"Bee... We need to talk."


A/N: please do not kill me! please do not find out where i live and torch my house! i promise this will have a happy ending- err, happy beginning? it will be explained in the sequel. I will leave you all now with one last question (one that I desperately need an answer to)

What should the title of the sequel be?

I suck at titles so I really need your help here guys! anyways, i love you all and i will have the sequel out soon! until then:

BENEVENUTI :)