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(Chapter 2)

Samantha smiled as she tapped the opal necklace with her wand, "Interesting." To the right of her, a notebook floated freely while an enchanted quill wrote down her thoughts. "This definitely isn't a simple charm… or… is it more." Leaning her head back, she tried to theorize what the opal necklace actually was. The magic it radiated was quiet, but when touched had the ability to kill a giant. 'Okay, next test.' Turning around, she walked to the other side of her bedroom and grabbed a gold rod, more commonly known as a probity probe. It was used to detect dark magic. Walking back to the opal necklace, she waved the rod cautiously and felt it vibrate. The closer she got to the large opal in the center, the stronger the vibrations were. 'So the curse is in the opal but has a bleeding effect to the rest of the necklace.'

It was times like this, Samantha relished her job. It might seem tedious, but working with dark artifacts was always fascinating in her eyes. It also made her feel valid when developing a counter-curse, but that was laborious. The field of spell-craft wasn't something you do in a day. "Alright, that seems like enough for today." With her wand, she gave a flick and the necklace graciously laid down in its box. Without looking, Samantha set the probity probe on top of the box her father gave her. The second it came in contact, the rod was shaking as if there were an earthquake. Quickly, she grabbed the rod again and lifted it off the box, she had a bewildered look on her face. "What was that?" Cautiously, she lowered the rod back and felt it vibrate. She did this twice before deciding to remove the lid.

Leaning over to look into the box, Samantha tried to see if she'd accidentally dropped anything inside. Before emptying the contents of the box, she put on a pair of special gloves. The effects of dark objects were always unknown, and she wasn't about to take chances. Grabbing the papers first, she set them apart, then started on everything else. With the contents of the box laid across her desk, she grasped the probity probe. Slowly, she waved it over each item. When she got the glasses, the rod was on the verge of breaking from the amount of dark magic leaking from it.

Samantha's eyes widened, 'I put those glasses on.' Her body was filled with fear, who knows what dark spell or curse was placed on these glasses. Running to the mirror, she looked over her face trying to see if there was anything wrong. 'Wait… dad said he put on the glasses too.' Glancing back at the table, she felt uncertain about the glasses. Who knows what dark magic was concealed in those glasses. Some magic could take years to activate. She'd unknowingly broken her golden rule, never touch dark artifacts directly. "I should have known not to touch this stuff. Stupid, stupid, stupid." She hit herself on the head. "Okay, think… if I ask Dad, he might know, and if he doesn't, he'll freak out." With extreme caution, she picked up the glasses with a metal clamp, using magic to levitate it wasn't always safe. Looking towards her closet, she opened the door to reveal her massive lab.

The lab itself had a series of glass pedestals lined up, each holding rather ordinary-looking objects. Each item contained some form of dark magic that could kill someone if not appropriately handled. The cases were enchanted to keep anyone, besides her, from opening them, and keeping the magical artifacts contained. Outside of the cases, were a few different tables on either side of the room. Some had books, while another had a skeleton's hand, mounted on a plaque. The ceiling was gone and instead replaced by the sky.

Samantha walked to an empty case and placed the glasses inside. Closing the glass door, a few runes appeared on the wooden frame before disappearing. "Glasses sealed, check. Now time to investigate."

(Later that Day)

Ron smiled as he placed the rubber hose in the ground, Samantha had decided to help him in the backyard. As a father, he appreciated teaching her how to do housekeeping. "Enjoying yourself, Sammy?"

Samantha wiped her face, she'd been digging up small trenches throughout the yard, "Do I have to answer?" Sitting on the grass, she sighed, 'This is worse than when he taught me how to clean his car.' To get her father to talk about the history of those glasses, without him knowing, she had to regress herself to this. Working and sucking up to her father. "Hey, Dad, maybe later I can wash your car for you." She gave an innocent smile.

Ron raised a brow, "Normally, I wouldn't want anyone touching my baby. But… since you know how clean I like it, alright." When it came to his car, he considered it his most prized possession. It was so prized he had never even taken it to a car wash, he didn't want it to get scratched.

"By the way, I was going through that box you gave me. Just out of curiosity, where did your granddad get those glasses?" Samantha bit her lip, 'That was vague enough, right?'

Ron didn't look up as he covered the plastic hose, "Don't know. My Dad didn't tell me much about the stuff he gave me. Just that it was your great grandfathers." He poured some more soil over the rest of the hose, "Sammy before I forget. Your mother wants to talk with you when she gets home."

Samantha grimace, "Oh, please don't tell me she's giving me 'the talk'… she's already told me five times." Judy always tried to bring up embarrassing topics about sex and worst of all… masturbation. She once started this talk during dinner, and her Dad's face was as red as a cherry. Looking up, Samantha saw her father's face was slowly turning pink.

"Young lady, I thought we agreed never to talk about that."

Shrugging, "You're not the one talking with Mom about it. But, thanks for the warning, Dad. I'm gonna get started on the car. Do you know where the bucket is at?"

Ron nodded his head, "Garage, top shelf, left side."

'Note to self. Never move something, just ask Dad.' Maybe it was all guys, but if you don't move something, they could point out exactly where it is.

Heading to the front of the house, Samantha snapped her fingers, a small spark appeared from her fingertips, and the garage opened. "Bucket… bucket… where are you?" She scanned the top shelf.

"Hey, you're Sam, right?"

Samantha jumped out of her skin and spun around, a girl with tan skin was standing just outside her garage. "M~mikaela?"

She tilted her head a little, "We know each other?"

"Ya… we had first grade together. And Second… and third." Something clicked in Samantha's head, "Wait, if you didn't know me, how did you know my name?"

Mikaela scratched the back of her head, "I heard what happened at the lake with Trent."

"Oh."

"I just wanted to come by and say sorry. I know Trent can be an ass sometimes."

Samantha rolled her eyes, "Sometime?"

"Trent is a great guy, he just… has some issues." She couldn't really judge her boyfriend, especially with her own past.

Samantha took a deep breath before responding, "You know what, I'm sure that he might be. I don't know what he's like when you two are alone. But with me, I'm not someone he likes."

Mikaela nodded; she actually thought she'd be angry. "I just thought I'd come by and apologize. He had no right to grab you like that."

"Well… thanks." An apology from someone was better than none in her mind. "So, how is his nose?"

"Broken, but he deserved it for touching you." Mikaela smiled, "Let's just say I gave him a long 'talk' for how he acted." And that talk involved using a wrench from her shop.

Samantha didn't know what to say. She and Mikaela rarely talked, and she was dating Trent. She actually thought Mikaela was another stuck up girl. 'Guess I was wrong.' Samantha stood up on a chair and grabbed the bucket, "If you did, then maybe I should make sure you're always around so you can give him 'talks' whenever he miss behaves."

Mikaela laughed, "Oh, he's in big trouble. If he picks bothers you again, just let me know. I may not be a great talker, but I know which tools hurt when they hit a guy's junk."

For the first time, Samantha broke out laughing. "I'll keep that in mind."

"If he really acts out, I give your boyfriend permission to punch him in the face."

Samantha stopped her laughing, she had a confused look on her face, "Boyfriend?"

"Ya… the guy who beat up mine."

"N~no, no, he's not my boyfriend. Actually, I don't know who that was. He just helped me out."

"Oh… well, good." Mikaela had a nervous look on her face.

"What?"

"It's just that, the word around the college is the guy who punched Trent was your boyfriend."

Samantha looked mortified and embarrassed, "No! I mean, he was friendly enough to give me a ride home, but we aren't dating. Again, I don't even know him."

"Got it, you know what, forget I said anything." Mikaela seemed embarrassed for bring the subject up. "Well I should go, I've got a car that needs fixing. Uh… say if you ever have car troubles, feel free to come by my Dad's shop, we'll give you a free tune-up. It's the least I can do."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Samantha watched as Mikaela got on her motorcycle and drove away. As she walked out of the garage, Samantha felt off, 'Since when did the neighbors get a Porsche?' A silver Porsche was parked right in front of her neighbor's house.

(Across the street, Beforehand)

Jazz smiled as he turned up the radio, "Man, if these humans keep pumpin' these tunes out, I ain't ever leavin'!" He was so caught up in the music that he didn't realize the human femme he was supposed to watch finally came out. Nor did he see how she opened the garage without touching a remote. The Autobot was pulled out of his fun when he saw another human get off a motorcycle, she was approaching the Witwicky girl. 'Scrap, when did the femme get there?' He's dozed off before, but not like this… blasted Earth music. It was so addicting. Having been on the ground for about two days, Jazz was the first bot to take recon on the femme. As for the other Autobots, they were getting accustomed to their new environment, but mostly. Learning how to drive with these apparent laws for the road. Within three hours of arriving, most of them had gotten this so-called 'ticket' for going too fast. Then, to make matters worse, they got in trouble for going too slow, and Bumblebee got another ticket for parking too close to a fire hydrant.

As so, Optimus demanded they all learn the human's rules of travel on the road. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe despised it. They have yet to find a road that allowed them to go faster than 60 miles. Though Sunstreaker has been complaining about everything since they arrived. As for Prowl, he had his alt-form ruined by human teenagers. They had graffitied his door wings. Something about 'f-the police,' whatever that meant: and Prowl still had yet to remove it. His door wings were sensitive, and he refused to have anyone touch them, Sunstreaker included.

As for Ironhide and Ratchet, they're learning the concept of parallel parking. It was ridiculous! What reason does a mech have to put himself between two lifeless protoforms? Ratchet got a ticket for not being close enough to something called the cub, and Ironhide was too close to the other car. Finally, Optimus got his own ticket for not making a wide enough turn at an intersection.

And last but not least, they got citations for not having license and registration. Earth was a strange place.

Jazz turned the music off in his alt-form and attempted to listen in on the human females. 'Let's see what these little femmes are up to.' Optimus made it clear to report any mention of the glasses. Meanwhile, Sunstreaker was insisting they should just steal them. If the femme does exist, then they could take the glasses. Optimus was against this. She was the only person who knew their exact location.

Listening in, Jazz hummed softly as the human girls talked about some guy named Trent. 'Now what kinda guy puts his hands on a femme?' On Cybertron, there was a difference between attacking a warrior femme and a civilian. This human femme was definitely a civilian. When Mikaela said the word boyfriend, Jazz felt confused. 'Never heard that word before.' Dimming his optics, he looked up the human's definition of the word boyfriend. When his optics came back online, his faceplate burned. 'Oh, oooh! Little warning pretty femme.' The concept of a boyfriend or girlfriend didn't surprise him, it was virtually the same on Cybertron, but… he did too much research. He saw a few pictures of humans interfacing and felt embarrassed.

When Mikaela left, Jazz tilted his side mirror to get a better look at Samantha. 'Huh, a femme with a nice complexion like that ain't taken yet?' She may not be cybertronian, but it was easy for him to imagine her facial structure on a femme's body. Involuntarily, Jazz shivered and found the idea strangely appealing. 'I think my processor's gotta' glitch.'

A few minutes passed before the human came back. This time she was pushing another car up to the driveway. 'What's the little femme up to now?' A small gust of wind blew past her and over towards Jazz. Immediately, his servos locked up, and his spike hardened behind his interface plate. 'Primus! What is that!?' Opening his intake valve, the foreign scent made his body burn. Jazz tried to comprehend what this fragrance was, but he couldn't. He'd never smelt something this soothing before. 'Is~is that coming from the femme?' What he saw next caused his processor to go into overdrive. The femme began washing the car.

She took a sponge and dipped it in the bucket, and started on the hood. Beneath his alt-form, Jazz clenched his denture. Just then, Optimus's voice projected from his comm-link, "Optimus to Jazz. Have you located the human?" Optimus was currently looking through Samantha's legal records, and there wasn't much on her. It's as if she faded from existence after the age of ten. There was a strange sound coming from the other end of the comm-link, "Jazz? Have you located Samantha Witwicky?"

Jazz grunted in pain as he watched Samantha scrub the car's tires. The strange but remarkable scent was growing stronger. 'I've never been able to clean that part of my frame… Primus that looks good.' His spike jolted in pleasure. A soft but soothing growl erupted from his throat.

"Jazz? This is Optimus, do you copy?" Optimus was growing worried, why was Jazz growling?

Pulled out of his strange haze, Jazz jolted, and his car horn went off. 'Scrap!' Samantha had jumped from the sound and looked at his alt-form, but quickly brushed it off. Jazz grunted before responding, "Sorry, OP, my comm was on the fritz." He wasn't about to tell Prime he nearly overloaded. "I've got my optics on the femme… the tiny little femme." The last part, he huskily mumbled out. The wind was starting to die down and with it that enchanting scent.

Optimus couldn't understand the last part of Jazz's sentence, "I've gathered some new intel of the femme. I need you to come back. I've sent Prowl to watch over the human." Optimus was surprised when Jazz's vocal processor jolted.

"N~na, I got this Prime. Besides, Prowl told me he's still learning how to drive on the road. I ain't got a problem looking after the femme." Jazz couldn't believe what he was saying. When Optimus told him to do something, he did it without question. 'F~frag… that scent. Primus, I need more of it.' In all his eons, Jazz had never heard of a scent causing his processor to go into overdrive, or his spike to ache.

Sadly, Prowl's voice appeared over the comm-link channel, "I will take it from here." He parked right in front of the Witwicky household. Samantha was so busy cleaning her father's car; she didn't notice the white patrol car parked out front. Across the street, Jazz growled… he didn't want to leave yet. That scent was too much, and he needed more of it. Prowl noticed Jazz hadn't moved, "The human will be safe under my watch. I will report any of my findings, sir." Jazz and Prowl were actually close friends, but technically the silver-mech was a higher rank than him.

Jazz finally gave up, "Y~ya, I'll see you later, Prowl." Activating his holoform, he started his engine and drove off.

(Five Minutes later)

"Done. Ugh! All this hard work to ask about those glass~what?." Samantha blinked when she noticed the white squad car parked a few feet away. 'How long has that been there?!' Though it wasn't the car itself that surprised her, but the spray-painted graffiti on the side door. Setting the bucket to the side, she walked over and leaned down, "Some people have no respect." She ran a finger across the paint, she didn't even notice the car was shaking like a leaf. "Well, the paint hasn't fully set in yet… I guess I can do the officer a favor." He was probably in one of the neighbor's houses.

Walking back to grab the bucket and hose, she grabbed the sponge and delicately ran it across the door. 'This is a lot of paint… huh… is the engine running?' The car felt like it was on because of how much it was shaking.

(Prowl)

When Prowl saw the femme approach him with a bucket and hose, he didn't know what to expect. However, as soon as she started washing his door wing, he felt like collapsing. For a brief moment, when the sponge touched his wing, he was afraid it would hurt, but instead, it felt soothing. The femme was being very cautious with cleaning his wing; he couldn't suppress his grunts of pleasure. Praxian wings were extremely sensitive.

Tilting his mirror, he watched her scrub away the spray-paint off his wing. 'G~gah! Primus, my wing, please!' It had been so long since someone handled his wing with such tender care. Prowl felt his optics roll into his helm, he froze when something sweet hit his nose. 'What is that?' Opening his olfactory sensor all the way proved to be his undoing. His spike quickly hardened and demanded the same service as his wing. Prowl tried to hold still and turn off his sensors, but the sensation was too much.

When Samantha stopped her scrubbing, Prowl felt as if his processor would short out. Sam looked at her work, "Good as new. Huh, I've never seen that before." There was a strange symbol that had replaced the police insignia. It was red and looked like a robotic face, it was hard for her to describe.

'I~is she finished?' Prowl's right door wing had gone numb with pleasure… he needed more. As Samantha packed up, she heard a strange sound from the other side of the car. Walking around, she gasped. The other door was worse than the right one. Not needing anyone's permission, she began cleaning the other wing. Prowl gave a silent prayer to Primus as the femme scrubbed his opposite wing. 'I had no idea humans could be so gentle.' He never allowed anyone to touch his wings, but this femme made him experience a pleasure he hadn't felt in eons. And adding to it was that alluring scent. It was clouding his processor. She pressed harder with the sponge, causing his spark to jolt. For eons, Prowl dedicated himself to his work, any Autobot could tell you that. His personal time was never spent for himself; he did everything for the Autobot cause. However, having this femme pleasure him, made him question his workaholic behavior, 'Yes! Primus! A~ahh!' behind his interface plate, his spike was on the verge of breaking out. He wanted to grab his spike and pleasure himself while she scrubbed his wings.

Samantha grabbed the hose and got the last of the spray paint off. "I can't believe someone would spray-paint a cop car, especially such an elegant one." When she pressed her hand against the door, she quickly pulled away. It was vibrating and felt like it was on fire. Brushing it off, she grabbed the bucket and started packing up. Glancing back at the car, she noticed certain parts were still wet, 'I shouldn't do this, but…' She glanced around and slid her wand out. "extergimus aridam" the tip of her wand lit up. Sliding it horizontally, the wand gave a wheezing sound. In seconds the squad car was dry.

Prowl's processor crumbled as an invisible wave washed over him. His entire frame shook as the water vanished. 'P~primus.' He quivered in ecstasy. 'W~what did she do to me?' He saw and heard everything she did, but he couldn't explain it. Running a quick scan over his frame, he was shocked to find the water that had drenched him was gone… not a single drop. And his scanners were well equipped. 'Must… inform Optimus… grr~' But that would have to wait. His body had locked up from the pleasure, and his spike was seconds from breaking out of his interface plate. As for his door wings, they lost all sensation. Were the femme to come back and touch his wings again, he'd likely overload right there.

By the time he calmed down, the streetlights had turned on. Shifting into gear, he briefly glanced back at the human's home and drove off. Ratchet was going to hit him over the head with his wrench when he tells the medic what happened.

(Elsewhere)

Soundwave growled as he drove through the streets. Ever since his encounter with that human femme, his processor had been teetering on the brink of insanity. That sweet scent she made was gone. Even Rumble and Frenzy had growled a little agitated from the lack of it. However, their reaction was far more innocent than his. Nevertheless, that would have to wait, he still had a mission… perhaps after he finds his master, he could take the human?

Arriving in a dingy alley, Soundwave pulled next to a police car, "Soundwave: Found intel. Rumble: Needed."

Barricade grumbled as he opened his passenger side door, Rumble got out of Soundwave and waddled his way over to the other Decepticon. "Let's find our master and leave this wretched planet. These humans annoy me." However, Barricade found his vocal processor shutting off when he heard Soundwave growl. While he'd never admit it aloud, Barricade was more frightened by Soundwave than Megatron. At Least with his master, you could tell where you stood. But Soundwave… he was not an easy mech to read. Worst of all, he was taking care of one of his cassettes. Not even Starscream would watch over them. If something were to happen to either Rumble of Frenzy, they'd find themselves torn apart. Soundwave may be the communications officer, but he was a dangerous foe to Autobots or Decepticons.

When Rumble got into the passenger seat, Barricade closed his side door. 'What's that smell?' There was a strange aroma coming from Rumble, but it was weak. "Where are you sending me now?" Instead of getting a response, Soundwave projected a screen across his optics. He saw a massive blue plane with writing on the side, "Air Force One?" Again, Soundwave didn't respond. Grunting Barricade drove off towards his new coordinates, all the while trying to figure out what that strange scent was.

Soundwave watched Barricade drive off with his mini-con and growled; he's been doing it a lot lately. "Frenzy: Mission" The mini-con jumped in his seat, Soundwave hardly sent him or his brother on missions. If it were his choice, Soundwave would keep them locked in his alt-form. But he couldn't protect them forever. Once Frenzy calmed down, a photo of a familiar femme appeared on the front windshield. "Frenzy: Reconnaissance on Femme." Soundwave had taken the liberty of doing research on the human femme, and strangely, he didn't find much. This Samantha Witwicky seems to have disappeared after the age of 10, and her records haven't been updated since.

Frenzy felt ecstatic as he saw the femme. "Frenzy like femme. Femme, kind." And she gave of the most comforting scent. It reminded him and Rumble of Soundwave only… different. The mini-con couldn't explain it, all he knew was he felt safe around the femme.

Soundwave growled in approval, "Femme: Soundwave's / Frenzy: Study human / Human ours." That brief interaction of having her in his alt-form was too much. He needed the scent this femme produced, otherwise, his processor might implode. After explaining his plan to Frenzy, he drove off towards the femme's home. Once he finds his master, he'll gladly take the human as his reward.

(Two Days Later, Tranquility College)

Samantha groaned as she got out of her Mom's car. "Mom, why are we here?"

Judy smiled as she got out of the car, "I thought it would be nice if we hung out. You know, have some girl time."

"At the college?"

"It has so much to offer. Who knows what we'll find." Judy grabbed Samantha's arm and pulled her along.

Samantha gave a pathetic sigh, 'So that's why we're here.' Her mother wasn't a difficult woman to figure out. "Mom, just because you show me classes here doesn't mean I'll go to college." If she went to college here, then it'd be another reason to keep her around.

"Now Sammy, how could you think so poorly of me, your own mother?"

Biting her lip, Samantha refused to speak her mind. The last thing anyone wanted was to see a grown woman cry because her 'baby' won't stay. For the next two hours, Sam let her mother pull her towards different booths. Clearly, trying to spark some interest in a college course. Anything related to technology was the least interesting to her. 'I don't have the brains to do that math, and magic is far easier.' Why learn how the universe works; when she could cast a spell and alter it.

"What did you think of that engineering booth? Does my little girl wanna become a mechanical engineer? Electrical?" Judy was beaming with hopeful eyes.

"Sorry, Mom… not my cup of tea."

"Come now. Who knows, you might actually like working with technology."

Samantha rolled her eyes, "I'm not against it. But you know how magic works with technology. They two don't like each other." Electronics tend to short out and catch fire, and it was too much of a hassle to enchant any type of electrical device. Just the process of enchanting a car to fly or turn invisible could take days, if not weeks.

"You know what, why don't you just explore. I'm sure you'll find something you enjoy, sweetie. I'm gonna go look at the culinary department."

"You're hoping they're making food and giving it away, aren't you?" Sam gave her mother a smirk.

Judy waved her hand, "Of course not. Now go have fun." With that, she went off towards the culinary department.

With her mother gone, Samantha chuckled, "What happened to our mother-daughter bonding?" Looking around, she shrugged, "I guess I can look around a little." For the next fifteen minutes, she walked around, and as expected, nothing caught her eye. Yet, she soon noticed a somewhat large crowd near the parking lot. Deciding to see what the commotion was about, her eyes widened as she saw the two Lamborghinis. Both were the same model, but they had different paint jobs, one was red while the other was yellow.

"Who's car do you think it is?" One girl asked.

Another girl with blond hair fixed her shirt, "Not sure, but I love guys who have style."

Samantha rolled her eyes, 'At this rate my eyes are going to roll out of my head.' Looking at the cars, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Like someone was observing her. Biting her lip, she studied the vehicles, "I think the yellow one looks better. The finish is cleaner, and it has less dirt." Nobody was listening, but she just felt like voicing her opinion.

(Sunstreaker and Sideswipe)

: THEY'RE TOO CLOSE!: Sunstreaker yelled out through his bond. They had followed the human under Optimus's orders, but now Sunstreaker was starting to regret it. There were a bunch of humans gathered around him and his brother.

Sideswipe could feel his brother's anger seeping through their bond : Calm down. Don't tell me your afraid of a few humans.: Though in his defense, most people compliment his paint job and not Sunstreakers.

: I'm not afraid of a few fleshlings. Stupid race… they don't know what a good paint job is: Sunstreaker clenched his dentures as more humans gathered around.

One guy with black hair elbowed his friend, "Who ruins a good car with yellow?" Sunstreaker felt a circuit pop under his frame.

The man next to him chuckled, "Right? What do you think the paint job is called… daisy yellow?" Sideswipe shook, these humans were going to die if they didn't stop. His brother was nearing his breaking point.

:Stupid...Humans.: Even Optimus knew not to insult his paint job.

Before he lost control, a single voice caught his audio receptor, "I think the yellow one looks better. The finish is cleaner, and it has less dirt."

Involuntarily, Sunstreaker yelled out through his sparkbond :SEE! At least someone fragging gets it!: But went silent when he realized what he said.

Sideswipe was laughing, : That doesn't sound like someone who hates humans.:

:Shut your fragging processor!:

:Learn to take a compliment. Besides… it looks like the human we're supposed to watch, is the one who said it:

Sunstreaker didn't respond. He knew who said it, but was too proud to accept a compliment from a human… even if she's the only one with a good sense of taste. His paint job and finish put every car in this lot to shame.

Sideswipe watched as Samantha walked away, :Who knows, maybe she'll wash us like Prowl. Gotta say that femme knows how to clean a mech.: When Prowl came back to their hideout, a storm drain fifteen miles outside of town, they were shocked to hear what had happened. Supposedly, the femme decided to wash his wings. While nobody mentioned it, Sideswipe was sure he saw a bit of lubricant leaking from his interface panel, but this was Prowl. He probably didn't know what interfacing was. What everyone had noticed, however, was how strange Jazz was acting. He looked almost… jealous when he heard Prowl had been washed. Lastly, there was a peculiar scent lingering around the two.

:Pfff~Like I'd let that human touch my armor. I'd sooner rust than let her touch me.: Sunstreaker huffed.

:I don't know, Prowl looked like his processor got reset.: Sideswipe wanted to see what was so special about getting cleaned. :Maybe we can find out what was so great about this scent Prowl was talking about: They didn't hear much since it was a private talk between him and Optimus, but apparently, the femme had an intoxicating scent. Jazz had been mopping ever since and kept volunteering to look after the human.

When the crowd finally disbanded, the twins began their search for the human. And to their relief, she wasn't far off. She was sitting on a bench reading a book. Strange, she doesn't have a backpack, did she get it from a booth? Samantha was lost in her little world and didn't notice the two Lamborghinis from earlier. Sunstreaker sighed :How long do we have to follow this~ gah!: The yellow mech locked up when a familiar scent hit him. It was the same scent on Jazz and Prowl; only this time, it was extremely potent.

: What's wrong?: The wind shifted, and soon, Sideswipe felt his processor freeze. 'Primus, Prowl wasn't kidding.' No surprise, he and Jazz wanted to watch over the femme. This scent truly was intoxicating. Sideswipe felt his frame slacken, his spark pulsated.

:F~frag… is that the femme?: Sunstreaker didn't know he'd spoken through their bond. Apart of him wanted to deny that this joyous scent came from the human she… she was human! They're blood bags, they shouldn't smell nice.

Before the twins could drone on scent any longer, Optimus's voice broke through their comm-link, "Sunstreaker, Sideswipe. Have you discovered the location of the glasses?"

Sunstreaker growled at the interruption, "No. Now, what is it, Prime?"

Optimus frowned behind the comm-link, "Sunstreaker, you would do well to address me properly." Of all the mechs on his current team, Sunstreaker was starting to wear on his last good circuit.

Sideswipe spoke up, hoping to save his brother from Optimus's wrath, "No, sir. We uh~we haven't found anything yet." It was hard for him to speak. The tantalizing scent was making his processor melt. Off to the side, his brother grunted.

Sunstreaker clenched his denture as his spike hardened from the fragrance. :D~dammit, Sideswipe, stop that!: Since he and his brother shared a spark, they also shared in each other's pleasure. And he refused to feel like this because of a disgusting Earthling. Everything about them was repulsive. He adamantly denied that what he was feeling was from his own processor, it had to be Sideswipe.

(With Sam)

"Sammy!" Judy called out while waving her arm. Samantha covered her face in embarrassment, people were looking at her.

"Mom, you don't have to yell." She said while her mother sat down next to her.

"Has my little girl found anything exciting? If not, we could head back to the culinary department, they have the best food."

"Mom… please… just stop. I don't want to go to college." Samantha fiddled with her fingers, "If I was going to do any post-education, it would be at Hogwarts."

Judy brushed her statement off, "You know enough magic. Why not 'get down' as you kids say, and experience the college life?"

"Because I don't want to dedicate my life to technology, cooking, or liberal arts."

"But, you love cooking."

"Ya, with magic", Samantha responded. Unknown to Judy or Sam, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were confused about what the women were talking about… what was magic? It was hard for either mech to concentrate, the wind had died down, and now they were left trembling.

Judy sighed, "C'mon, Sammy. You might like it."

"Can we not talk about this? Look, I wasn't going to tell you this because it was going to be a surprise but… I'm staying for another year."

As expected of her mother, Judy wrapped her arms around her daughter, "Oh Sammy, I knew you'd come around. We're going to have so much fun!"

Sunstreaker rolled his optics, :This femme is annoying.: His scanner was focused on Judy.

Sideswipe chuckled, :I don't know… she seems nice. C'mon who wouldn't want to keep a femme like that around?: A soft growl erupted from his vocal processor, :Especially with a scent like that.:

:Has your processor glitched? She's a human!: Sunstreaker did his version of a gag, : They're such a primitive species. And what fragging human stays with their parents at her age.:

Focusing in on Samantha, Sideswipe hummed softly, :The femme sure doesn't look happy.: She actually looked quite miserable, at least from what he could tell. Quickly, he gave a sniff of the air and grunted… he couldn't smell the femme anymore. He was almost tempted to drive onto the grass and get closer.

Samantha sat there with a blank expression as her mother hugged her, 'Ugh… I should have kept my mouth shut.' She then wormed her way out of her mother's hold, "Dad said he'd buy me a car if I stayed another year… not that I need one."

Judy wasn't phased by what she said, "This is perfect. You know it's about time you learned to drive."

"Seriously?" She looked at Judy with a shocked expression, "This is Dad we're talking about. He'll take me to the cheapest car shop in town."

"No, he~" Judy stopped mid-sentence and thought about what she said, "Okay… probably." Even she knew her husband was cheap. "But it will be such a great experience."

"How is buying a cheap car a great experience?"

"You'll have to learn how to manage it. You know… changing the oil, and~fixing the doo-hickey under the hood. I don't know what it's called, your father takes care of the cars."

Samantha got up and brushed her pants, "I'm gonna go for a walk." If she stayed and tried to comprehend her mother's logic, she might literally go insane.

"Alright, I can see you want to be alone. But I want you back home before the street lights are on."

"Mom, you do know I'm not a little girl anymore, right?"

"I know, I just worry."

Samantha gave her mother a look, "But you're not worried about setting me up with a random guy?"

"It's not a random guy. I think you'd like Trent, did you know his father just bought a beach-side house in California."

"I'll see you later, Mom." She quickly turned and walked away. 'I guess she didn't hear about what happened at the lake. Who am I kidding, she could see Trent hitting me over the head and still see him as an angel.' Though something about what her mother said did surprise her, 'How can his family afford a beach-side house in California?' They were rich but not that rich. 'Isn't Trent's Dad a cop? And his Mom is a realtor.' Stopping in her tracks, she thought about Trent's family, 'How exactly is Trent's family getting so much money?' Rolling her eyes, she sighed, 'Who cares. Why am I even thinking about that jerk?'

Stepping into the parking lot, Samantha noticed the two Lamborghinis from earlier, 'When did these get here?' She looked over the cars and smiled. Strolling over to them, she noticed they were shaking, 'Did the owners leave the engines on?' She stood there looking at the cars and noticed something. "They forgot to pay the meter." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out some loose change and started putting it into the meters. "With cars like this, they could probably buy the meter." It's not like she needed the money anyways. And the last thing they'd probably want would be a $200 ticket.

Sunstreaker was confused as he watched the human, :What is she doing? What's a fragging meter?:

Sideswipe dimmed his optics :Haha! I guess we owe the femme.:

:I don't owe her anything. Now what's a meter?: He dimmed his optics and looked it up. :Are you fragging serious!? You have to pay for a parking spot?: Sunstreaker huffed as he watched the femme pay for him and his brother. She was saving them from getting another ticket and from having some human cop put his sticky hands all over him. The last cop who gave him a ticket had greasy hands and smeared his windshield. It took him hours to get it back to a perfect shine.

Sideswipe smiled as he opened his olfactory sensor :See I told you all humans aren't bad. This one smells lovely, and she's paying for us.:

Sunstreaker shivered in both ecstasy and anger. Samantha's strange but alluring scent was driving his processor into overdrive, and he hated it. : She's a human. They're all selfish and gross.: Though… this one didn't look as greasy as most of the humans he has seen.

After putting the last quarter in for the red Lamborghini, Samantha froze. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a truck pull up next to the yellow Lamborghini. "Fuck me." She muttered out.

The black truck's window rolled down, "Well, well, well, if it isn't Witwacky." Trent leaned out and glared at her. His nose was slightly swollen from when he got punched the other day.

"It's Witwicky." She huffed out. Looking back, Samantha noticed her mother was no longer at the bench, 'Of course, she leaves when he shows up.'

Trent got out of his car, "You've got a lot of nerve showing up here. Especially with what happened at the lake."

"I wasn't the one who sat on someone else's car."

"Your boyfriend broke my damn nose." He marched in front of her and glared down.

Samantha glared at him, "He's not my boyfriend. I don't even know who he was."

"Oh, ya? Then why did someone see you get into the car with him after you left?"

"He offered me a ride."

"Mhm~what are the odds some stranger gives you a ride?" Leaning on the meter, Trent smirked, "I guess if you aren't his girlfriend, then you've at least got to be sleeping with him."

"W~what?" Samantha shook her head, "No, I'm not! How can you jump to a conclusion like that." She wasn't entirely surprised he was acting this way. Trent was a stereotypical bully.

"Please save the innocent act for someone who cares. Now hand it over." He opened his hand.

"Huh?" She glanced around, "What are you talking about?"

Trent rolled his eyes, "Change, you airhead. For the meter."

"I don't have any change."

He pointed to the two Lamborghinis, "I just saw you pay for these two. Now c'mon I've got places to be."

"I don't have anymore."

Off to the side, Suntreaker and Sideswipe frowned as they looked at the boy. Why was he picking a fight with a femme? Even Sunstreaker found the human male to be bothersome... the femme did pay for him.

Trent huffed, "You'll pay for two Lamborghinis and not for me?"

"Yes." She replied. "Why don't you go to the student parking lot? It's right over there." She pointed to the lot across the street. "I mean, you are a student, so it's free."

Trent didn't say anything and smirked… that was never a good sign. He adjusted his football ring, "Alright, I see how it is. Well… since you're willing to pay for these two. Why don't you also pay for this since you're so courteous with your money."

Samantha watched with worried eyes as he walked in front of the yellow Lamborghini, "What are you~" She gasped at what he did next. Using his football ring, he dragged it hard across the hood of the car, leaving a jagged scratch. Trent lifted his ring and blew on it. Samantha felt her jaw drop as she looked at the scratch mark, "Why did you do that!?" Whoever owns this car was going to be furious.

Sideswipe gasped at what happened. :S~sunstreaker?:

The yellow mech was frozen, his processor trying to comprehend what had just happened. :He… my… did he just?!: He started shaking.

Samantha stood in front of the hood, her hands covered her mouth. "Trent, Why would you do that!?" She asked again.

Trent got into his truck and smiled, "Hey, you've got money to spare for them. You shouldn't have any problem getting that buffed out, or this." Samantha's heart dropped when he started his engine. As he packed up, he turned the steering wheel. An ear-piercing screech made her freeze. The stubbed spikes on the front of his truck scraped the side of the Lamborghini.

Running over to the side, Samantha's eyes widened. The entire side of the car was damaged. She was so shocked that she hadn't realized the car was quivering or that the engine had reeved.

Trent rolled down the passenger side window, "See ya later, Witwacy. Tell me how this goes." Honking his horn, he drove off towards the student parking lot.

Samantha stood there with her jaw dropped. "I can't believe he ruined this car."

Meanwhile, Sunstreaker felt a few circuits in his processor explode. : I'm gonna crush that fragging human!: Tilting his mirror, his rage reached a new level as he observed his side. It was going to take hours to buff it out and fix all the dents.

Sideswipe was trying everything to calm his brother down, :S~sunstreaker you need to calm down.:

:MY FINISH IS RUINED!: His brother shouted through their bond. The waves of anger coursing through him brought his energon levels to a boil. Adding to his rage, the human femme ran her hand across his door. :GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!: His hatred for humans had now reached a different level. Not even the scent this femme made could calm him down… though it did help a tiny bit. Despite his rage, having her touch his side made him feel weird.

Samantha sat there, crouched down, and ran her hand across the door. Glancing around, she checked to see if anyone had seen what had happened. "I hope nobody sees this." Reaching into the sleeve of her shirt, she pulled out her wand and aimed it at the door. "Reparo." The tip of her wand lit up, and an invisible wave hit the door. Samantha watched and listened as the metal bent back into place, and the scratch marks faded away. In seconds, the door was back to normal, as if nothing had happened. Walking to the hood, she flicked her wand again before quickly putting it away. The scratch on the hood faded away. Looking around, Samantha looked nervous, "God, I hope nobody saw me." She quickly jogged away, leaving the two mechs confused.

Sunstreaker had stopped his shouting when he saw the femme pull out a stick. At first, he thought she was going to scratch his side, but instead, she did… he wasn't exactly sure. He saw the tip of the stick light up and then felt and watched as his door was fixed. :How did she~?: Then the twins watched as she repaired his hood.

Sideswipe's optics flickered as he watched the femme from his sensors :What the frag was that? How did she do that?:

Sunstreaker just stared at his side. He was confused by what just happened. How did the human do that? His anger was now starting to settle and was soon replaced with confusion. As the twins sat there trying to figure out what had transpired, they shivered when they got one last whiff of the human's scent. Explaining this to Optimus was going to be quite the conversation. However, before that happened. Sunstreaker wanted to pay this 'Trent' and his truck a visit.

(Later that evening)

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker returned to the Autobots temporary base. Which was a massive storm drain that had since been cut off from the main line. Thankfully, it was high enough for them to transform, and the smell wasn't too horrid.

Optimus stared at the twins as he listened to their report. "I do not understand."

Sideswipe sighed in irritation, "She fixed Sunstreaker's door. Sunstreaker said she pulled out a stick, muttered some word, and the next thing we know, his door was fixed."

Ratchet was off to the side, scanning Sunstreaker. "Whatever she did, didn't leave any damage or trace."

Sunstreaker growled as Ratchet touched his side, "Are we done?"

Optimus shook his helm, "I'm not sure what to make of this. But I want us to be cautious around this femme." From Prowl's report earlier, he had a similar experience with the femme. How a human was able to instantly fix Sunstreakers' armor? It didn't make sense. He was going to have to do more research on humans. As Optimus tried to understand what had happened, he sniffed the air. As a Prime, his sense of smell was better than most. 'What is that?' It was coming from Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Opening his olfactory sensor fully, he sniffed the air. The fragrance was barely there, but it made him lick the roof of his mouth with his glossa. Optimus shook his head again, what was he doing?!

Sideswipe looked at Optimus, "We also smelt something from the femme, and it uh~" His faceplate heated up, "It smelled really good. Like a femme during her mating cycle only… a million times over." He could take a thousand cybertronian femmes in heat, and they wouldn't even come close to the scent of the human.

Ratchet scoffed, "Impossible. No femme, especially a human, could make a scent that strong." Jazz and Prowl made similar claims, but he had yet to believe them.

Optimus looked at the mechs around him, "Have you learned anything else about the femme?"

This time Sunstreaker spoke up, "Ya, apparently she's getting a car from her creator. Didn't look that interested if you ask me."

Optimus gave a deep hum. This could work in their favor, "Did she say where she would be receiving her car?"

Ratchet immediately caught onto Optimus's plan, "Optimus, you can't be serious?"

The Prime nodded, "These are desperate times Ratchet. And we must know the location of the glasses."

Sideswipe spoke up, "She mentioned her father would buy 'from the cheapest car shop in town.'"

Optimus nodded, "Then we must find where the femme and her creator will purchase their new vehicle."

After gathering the other Autobots and explaining his plan, Sunstreaker immediately voiced his disapproval. "Not happening! I'm not changing into a broken down scrapheap with the hopes the femme chooses me." She might have fixed his armor, but that didn't mean he'd allow her to drive him. 'If the femme hadn't even approached me, I wouldn't have gotten scratched in the first place.'

Optimus turned to Sunstreaker, "We are all going to change our forms, Sunstreaker." Even he was going to have to find a rusted up truck to transform into.

Ironhide huffed, "Why not send Bumblebee or Sideswipe. Frag, send Prowl and Jazz to do it. They're so adamant on watchin' the femme." Jazz and Prowl looked away, their faceplates were heating up. Were they that noticeable to the others?

"Enough," Optimus' voice had a sharp tone, "This isn't up for debate. I expect each of you to find a form appropriate for our setting." Turning, Optimus left the storm drain and transformed. Hopefully, they could all find a form appropriate enough for a cheap car lot. If one of them was able to be chosen by the femme, their chances of finding the glasses would increase exponentially. As Optimus drove along the dirt road, he tried to make sense of the twins' report. How had the femme fixed Sunstreaker's frame without any form of advanced technology? Even with Ratchet's own equipment, it would take some time to fix a mech's armor.

Finally, there was one more thing on his processor. What was that strange scent? It made his frame feel… different. Like when he was once with Elita-One. His frame had shifted uncomfortably, and dare he admit it. His spike had slightly stirred to life. But that feeling quickly vanished. Perhaps this war was starting to wear on his processor. He was a Prime, and it had been eons since he's even thought about interfacing. But there was something about that scent that lightly dwelled in the back of his processor. Maybe he should take an evening to patrol around the femme and see precisely what his fellow Autobots were talking about.

That would have to wait. For now, he needed to find a new alt-form.

(Author Notes)

P~few… and that is it for chapter 2. I hope all of you are enjoying the story so far. Hmm… I wonder what Soundwave has planned with his little mini-con. And primus! What did Sunstreaker do to Trent's truck!? Find out next time :D

And Optimus… I wonder how our loving Autobot leader will react when he smells this mysterious scent from Samantha.

Also, please forgive any grammatical errors or miss use of words when describing cybertronian body parts. And should anyone know a grammatical error that annoys them please don't feel like a stranger, if you notify me I will gladly fix it. For examples: if I put their instead of there. I'll gladly fix it. Sometimes this little errors slip past me XD.

(Review Response)

SonataDeiMorti: Hello! I'm glad you think this story will turn out well, that actually is a great boost of confidence. I hope this story is still interesting. From my personal experience, when reading stories, you usually get hooked within the first two to five chapters.

FunSizedCynic: I know what you mean about Sam's character. I always found the constant shouting and screaming to be annoying. So my version of Sam won't be as much a screamer... but hopefully, I've nailed that somewhat of a resentful personality for the parents. Especially Judy and her overprotectiveness. And as you can see Sunstreaker is definitly a sociopath... I wonder what he's going to do to Trent's truck.

FlightOrFight: Awww~ I'm glad you like it! I know that feeling of discovering a story for the first time, and you left awake. And slowly, all you can think about is that story XD. At least that is how I feel about certain stories.

JustAReader240: Yay! It's so great to hear from you! I'll do my best to make sure you like the story.

Alyssa Namikaze Uchiha: Ghihi! Is Judy my interpretation of Nezu from my other story... perhaps (¬‿¬) What can I say? Judy seems like the type of mother who would want to hook her daughter up with the boy from down the street. Also... Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing style. I'll admit, sometimes I feel nervous about how I write. But I have to remind myself that every author writes in their own unique way.

Ghouly-Girl: I'm glad you enjoy the reverse harem so far! I'm a sucker for reverse harems. And frankly, I feel there aren't enough out there, especially within the transformers universe. Hopefully, I can keep myself motivated when writing this story. Because one thing I've noticed when writing. If you're not motivated, writing becomes a task, and it lacks that sense of creativity. And getting the next chapter out takes forever!

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gemava: Ah... you can never go wrong with the G1 transformers. I always felt that Soundwave, and all the Decepticons from the movie-verse were poorly done. When they made the film Bumblebee (2018) that is what I wish we had gotten in the first few movies. And is Bumblebee going to be a camero or a beetle? Hmmm... Well what author would I be if I told you flat out (CLIFFHANGER!) ε=ε=ε=┏(゜ロ゜;)┛ (please don't kill me!)