Author's note: This is my first story that I've actually finished. Post RoTF Movie-verse.
DISCLAIMER: Of course, I don't own any of the Transformers or Mikaela or Sam. :/

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"She's coming, she's coming! Come on! Hurry!" Sam screeched at the top of his lungs, his eyes transfixed on the slender figure that was menacingly approaching the car that Mikaela was attempting to hotwire. His screams were lost with Leo's, who was panicking and yelling in the backseat. As Alice grew closer to the vehicle, her face began to disintegrate into silver and a tail snaked out behind her. Sam's mind was still retracing the events that had transpired in his dorm room--when Mikaela had walked in on him and Alice and as he tried to call her back, his voice had been cut off by a long sharp tail around his neck that flung him painfully into a wall. How the once beautiful blond bombshell his dormmate lusted after transformed into one of the horrifyingly powerful creatures he remembered fighting against two years ago. Although smaller than the other Decepticons he'd seen, she still packed enough firepower to obliterate Princeton's library. Sam began to worry that he'd never graduate from the college his dad was willing to pay so much to get him into.

He was brought back into reality by a insanely loud cracking noise of the windshield and a groping metal hand that reached for him. The car sprung to life as Mikaela grabbed ahold of the steering wheel and began off to a roaring start. Alice clawed and scratched at Sam, attempting to stay on the hood of the car. The window to Sam's right burst into hundreds of shards of glass and he let out another scream as silver claws caught ahold of his shirt with no intention of letting go. The car swerved but Alice held on, attempting to pull Sam out of the passenger window.

Mikaela's malice grew, "All right, bitch. Kiss this." Without a moment's hesitation, she slammed the Saturn into a lightpole which threw Alice off the hood. The metallic figure crunched and sparked beneath the wheels of the car as they pulled away. Mikaela's anger drained as she began to register the fact that the Pretender was gone for good and nobody else would be sitting on top of Sam anytime soon. Little did they know that that was only the beginning of all of their problems.