A/N: First and foremost I'd like to thank my wonderful Beta (my first Beta. OMG.) for Beta'ing! So: Thank you rainingfire!

Second, I have just recently got into the world of Transformers (not mine) and I'm basically a n00b, but I'm doing my research!! And I'm trying to watch the good ol' shows around my schoolwork. SO BE GENTLE in the reviews if you are going to flame me!!!!

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What's any normal boy of 18 supposed to do when they have a car? Scratch that. What's any normal boy of 18 supposed to do when they have a super intelligent, giant, space robot with a kick ass stereo system that is secretly disguised as the sweetest looking fifth generation Camaro you could gaze upon? The answer is drive.

Sam Witwicky gently held onto the wheel of his beloved car, the windows rolled down and the blast of warm air hitting his semi-perspiring face. It felt wonderful. It was now summer vacation, and he had not a care in the world now. Five months ago was a very different story. What with saving the world and all.

Now Sam's only worry was picking up Mikaela for tonight's movie on time. They had been going steady now since the faithful day at Mission city, and Sam couldn't be happier. Okay okay, being with Mikaela was almost perfect… To Sam, an empty road with no destination and his faithful companion Bee was more then heaven. He could talk to his guardian about everything and anything, and it also helped that Bee could tap into the satellites and pick up internet connection. It was rather interesting writing emails with Bee, or checking out the weather… listening to his favorite songs from his cds that his mother constantly used as coasters for her beverages.

Bee's engine purred happily as they ripped down the empty highway. The threat of a summer shower showed in the dark clouds floating towards them. At least Sam wouldn't make out with Mikaela on top of his hood tonight. Bee found it irritating. Not so much the Sam part, but the girl squishing her fleshy body against him. It wasn't that he hated Mikaela, she was a great girl. She was funny, and she knew a lot about cars, plus she made Sam happy.

Since Bumblebee had become Sam's guardian, he had spent whatever time he wasn't with Sam familiarizing himself with humans, and the best way he could observe was to scout the internet chatrooms. It was the only logical option to obtain further knowledge on Sam's species. It wasn't that he didn't get a lot of information out of Sam, but Bumblebee didn't want to bother the boy too much when he had the basic information of the human race stretched out before him on the World Wide Web. Upon his searching, he had skimmed many tales of jealousy and could only describe his emotions towards the relationship between Sam and Mikaela as such that. He was jealous… and it confused him. An intelligent being such as himself was supposed to overlook such feelings and not let them cloud his better judgment, but he found it becoming harder to suppress. And this was beginning to upset him.

Sam felt Bee rumble bellow his fingertips and he glanced down at the Autobot's radio in question, "Bee… something up?" His gaze flickered to the side mirror and then rear, as if expecting to see a police vehicle; they were going a tad bit over the speed limit.

In answer to Sam's question, Bumblebee's radio whizzed to life and Sam relaxed visibly in the seat. If Bee was answering with radio-bits, then nothing was wrong.

"-I'm feeling Yummy head to toe. You see me. Ain't got no patience so lets go. You see me.-" Gwen Stefani's Yummy song started playing over Bumblebee's speakers making Sam laugh and shake his head.

Sam relaxed against the seat having been spooked slightly for a second there. He couldn't afford to get a ticket, and he couldn't afford to be late again for his date with Mikaela. With a nod to the beat, he tapped his fingers on the wheel and glanced down at the radio, "You think it's about time we head back?" Sam asked glancing at the rear view window checking to see if it was clear to merge a lane towards the off ramp.

Immediately the gear shifted and the speedometer flew up in answer causing Sam to be thrown back against the seat and let go of the wheel, surprise flying across his features. "Ok ok! A little bit longer… just… dammit Bee! We can't go over a hundred! Go down!" The speed dropped down to 90 and stayed there, Sam's heart rate slowed down slightly as he got over the jolt of speed.

Biting his lower lip, Sam wondered why the sudden tug back onto the street. If Bee didn't sense any danger, assuming this because he didn't tell Sam when Sam asked a moment ago, Sam could only come to one conclusion: That Bee didn't want him to go on the date with Mikaela, and thus was going to keep going and not turn around. A frown twitched to life on Sam's features as he tried to figure another reason why Bumblebee had done that.

Sam shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, "Something is up Bee… you gunna tell me?" He asked, breaking the silence.

Bee's engine picked up speed again and the radio crackled in response.

"-Come on we're leaving everything behind. You know that sun is shinning, we'll keep driving. Doesn't matter where.Cuz we got that open highway, beating our way. As long as you are there, yeah we can go anywhere.-" Bee replied with Jesse McCartney's song, We can go Anywhere, which made Sam laugh again.

Sam glanced around before taking the wheel in his hands and was handed back control, "What's another ten minutes? We can always speed back right?" With that being said, he pushed the gas pedal down to the ground racing down the stretch of highway.

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Mikaela nodded and rolled her eyes. Crossing her arms she glanced over her shoulder as if checking for something she dropped before turning her angry gaze back at Sam, "So you're half an hour late because you got pulled over by a cop. For speeding. How fast exactly were you going." Her gaze slivered over to Bumblebee who replied by rolling up and down his windows in a bored manner, as if trying to look innocent.

"Um…" Sam rubbed the back of his head and smiled weakly under his girlfriend's gaze, "Maybeoverahundred." He replied quickly.

"Maybe over a… Over a hundred?!" Mikaela's hands dropped to her sides loudly, "Nice. I got a father who's on house arrest and a boyfriend who likes to race down highways… we're going to be late for our movie. You know that?" She frowned and walked over to Bumblebee, reaching down she made the throw the passenger door open but found it had locked a second before, "Haha. Very funny Bee. Let me in. I want to go see my movie."

Bee's engine roared loudly as if a growl making Mikaela stand back and hold up her hands.

"Bee! What the hell is wrong with you? Mikaela just wanted inside!" Sam walked over to his Camaro and glared down at it, shock covering over his features.

Bee drove away slightly so his tail-end was facing them and pouted. Sam rolled his eyes and quickly apologized to Mikaela, "Maybe he doesn't want us fighting inside him… remember last time, when we had that argument about… Um… I can't remember. Anyways, he was in a mood for quite a while after that."

"You wouldn't drive me to the mall with a girlfriend of mine. Well, BEE wouldn't." She turned her annoyed gaze onto the yellow vehicle, who continued to pout, his radio turned on and the ground trembled with the loud beat.

"Great, now he's upset… okay, let's work this out. I'm sorry." Sam turned to Mikaela who was checking her watch for the second time in a minute.

"Yeah, well… I'm just a little on edge. Dad's old habit is dying hard you know…" Biting her lower lip, she gazed down at her bracelets that jangled when she moved, "He's not behaving, even though he promised. He'll probably end up back at jail at this rate, and I told him I wasn't going to lie for him again… but… he says I will. You know. Again, old habits die hard…" She shook her head and laughed bitterly. Bumblebee's radio cranked down and the car backed up slowly to his original spot, his doors quickly unlocked and both the passenger and driver's doors flew open in invitation.

Mikaela smiled down at the Autobot before sniffing slightly and holding onto the door so she could climb in. Sam's hand stopped her and she turned around to receive a short but sweet kiss.

Sam pulled away and smiled before walking around and sliding into the driver's seat. The doors slammed loudly on their own accord but were ignored.

Mikaela dug through her purse and flipped open her cell phone, with a frown, she deleted a few numbers and stuffed it back into her bag, "Our home phone convos are being listened to by the FBI… and he's been using my cell to call some of his old buddies who got out of jail a bit earlier then him. He's a bastard… I should just chuck this thing out the window."

Bumblebee rolled down the window making Sam and Mikaela laugh. Mikaela tossed the phone out the window into the street up ahead and Bee shifted into Drive and ran it over happily. As the window rolled up, Mikaela thanked Sam and Bee for everything before silence fell inside the Camaro. Sam's gaze flicked from the road onto Mikaela, who was resting in the seat beside him.

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'He deserves a damn ticket… or his head blown off…' The radio inside the cabin of the cop car crackled quietly. It had been five months. Five months and not a word. Not to mention all that damage he had to fix himself. Five months of not talking to anyone. He missed his loud mouthed little companion, but it was no big loss the company could always be replaced. He found tailing humans on the freeway and making them nervous to be rather fun. Static picked up before everything went quiet again. Not one transmission since Prime's broadcast to the galaxy. The fool broadcasted it to any Cybertronian within reach… He just hoped a Decepticon would hear it and come down to help him destroy the annoying Autobots. He had not shown up at Mission city due to a blown tire when driving through a construction zone on the freeway. What a wonderful excuse, he could see telling Megatron that. He would get a cannon blasted up his tailpipe for that one. Spotting a girl on her cell phone driving a dark red SUV, he had found a new human to tail. His sirens remained off as he shifted into drive and the Saleen S281 Mustang Police vehicle drove quickly after the girl.To punish and enslave… zipped away with the black and white colors.

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Bumblebee stopped at the red light his engine rumbling in a bit of irritation. But the two face sucking teenagers inside didn't seem to notice. As soon as it turned green, Bee punched the pedal to the floor only to throw on his breaks as a SUV came barreling through the intersection, a cop car right on its tail. Bumblebee ignored the loud protests inside his cabin as his headlights caught sight of 'To punish and enslave…' Quietly he sat there, not making a sound and hoping the cop wouldn't notice the bright yellow Camaro.

If he did, he didn't stop to tackle the Autobot, but kept pushing the SUV in a teasing manner. Bee's gear shifted as soon as the police vehicle was out of sight and quickly spun the car around and drove away from Sam and Mikaela's house.

"Bee! You're driving the wrong way. We live back that way!" Sam turned in the seat and pointed behind them. He had given up on trying to steer the car for Bee had a mind of his own now.

Sam gave up trying to steer and glared at the wheel in front of him feeling a bit frustrated towards his guardian for not informing him why he was driving away from their destination, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" He demanded as he turned to glare down at the steering wheel.

"Out of the city. I have to make a call to the others. That police vehicle was a bit too familiar for my liking…" Bumblebee replied quickly his gear shifted again automatically as he picked up speed, "And no, I can't drop you two off. I don't want you leaving my sight." Bee finished before Sam could even think about asking. He didn't want Barricade finding where Sam lived and attacking him or using him to get to the others… if Barricade was alive… he could have sent out a signal. But Optimus had assured them that he had been listening twenty-four seven and nothing had come in or been broadcasted in five months.

Tearing around a corner, Bumblebee charged onto the freeway and zipped dangerously through traffic before switching onto a special station that he had helped Jazz set up for emergencies before the Mission city incident.

'Sir, I've got asituation here. Requesting an emergency meeting of all Autobots…" Bee broadcasted hoping he was far enough that Barricade didn't pick up the signal and hear the broadcast.

'Does this situation require my assistance at this time?' Optimus replied almost immediately.

Bee tore down the highway putting further distance between them and the Decepticon, 'Negative sir. But animmediate emergency meeting is required…' 'Very well. I shall call for one immediately then. You know where we meet.' With that Optimus ended the transmission.

Shutting off the radio, Bee drove in silence, Sam and Mikaela watching the road ahead of them, not daring to question the Camaro. They could tell by the way he swerved through traffic that he was upset. Sam thought about asking another question but opted for silence. They'd find out soon enough.

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Optimus pulled into the grassy clearing and parked. Bumblebee was talking to Ironhide, while Sam and Mikaela glanced at one another with worried gazes. Transforming into his humanoid form, Optimus Prime approached the two Autobots and humans and crossed his arms, his mechanical features frowning down at his friends, "What's going on. Is anyone hurt?"

"Negative Optimus." Ironhide's voice growled and a smile formed on his lips, "I see you're still in one piece…" Sam's gaze flickered onto Bee and received a roll of eyes and hand that waved it off. He figured it was Ironhide's version of 'Good to see ya buddy'

"It's Barricade, Sir." Bumblebee quickly informed him, "He's alive. He looked almost as good as when I fought him… Apparently a cannon to the faceplate and a few ripped wires wasn't enough. Next time I'll…" His voice strained slightly as anger radiated throughout him. He had failed to take down the Decepticon before, and he had done it again. He had let Optimus down.

Optimus approached the young Autobot and placed a hand on his shoulder giving it a very light squeeze, "You showed compassion for your enemy. It's… commendable. Your main objection was to obtain the glasses not destroy Barricade."

Bumblebee shook his head and glanced down at Sam. He knew that there would be consequences for his mistake. He would never forgive himself if Sam was harmed because he carelessly left his opponent alive.

"If I had been there, I would have jumped the piece of scrap. He's probably just waiting for us to come along to spring on us… even though you said he didn't see ya, I think he was ignoring the three of you. He didn't want to show himself…" Ironhide rolled his optics, "Parading around town chasing humans around is really lying low. Damn Deceptic…" Ironhide trialed off and gazed behind Optimus as the rest of the party came. His optics brightened in complete surprise as his facial features stiffened in shock. Bumblebee copied his expression while Optimus just stood there with his arms crossed, his stance showing that he had known about this little surprise.

"Surprise bitches." A familiar voice rung from behind Sam and Mikaela. The two humans quickly spun around to see Prime's Second-in-command Autobot waiving at them.

"J-Jazz?!" Sam broke the silence, rushing forward with Mikaela and the two other Autobots. Ratchet quickly slid in front of Jazz, his features a bit grim.

"Please. I must press upon you how fragile Jazz is right now. It took me a long time to piece him back together. If it were up to me, I would have kept him locked in the garage until he was stronger, but he insisted on coming." After a mechanical sigh, he rubbed a hand across his dim optics in a tired manner, "I'd like you to refrain from touching him too much, I'd also like to vocalize that his processors are not running at a hundred percent. If he moves around too much he'll probably need to be built an entirely new body and this planet lacks a few vital resources that I would need to complete that." With that being said, he stepped aside and watched, just in case he was needed. Raising his arm, he punched buttons on his data pad located on his wrist and looked over numbers quietly. There was a forty percent chance that Jazz's structure would collapse upon itself if he took a hard hit from an enemy. Ratchet calculated ways to cut that chance in half quietly as he kept an eye on the others.

Mikaela and Sam gaped at Jazz in complete surprise.

"Jazz…" Bee's voice smiled, his electric blue orbs bright with shock. After a moment of staring, he quickly put down his face-shield hiding his features and crossed his arms in front of him.

Ironhide was having a hard time keeping his cannons from charging. He wanted to blast the damn bot to pieces, both him and the medic.

Jazz heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head, "Yo. You all should be happy that I'm still kickin' it. I mean shit… I'm not scrap metal! No smiles!?" With that he made to break dance on the ground but the dark gaze of a silent promise from Ratchet made him slowly return to standing and tap his foot in irritation slightly, his arms crossing in front of his chest gently.

"I believe their reaction is acceptable. It's quite a stress seeing someone after such a period of time once you have just gotten over grieving. They believed you were permanently decommissioned…" Ratchet spoke up as Optimus walked over to the group.

"Dammit… If you weren't in such a sorry shape I'd blast you in half with my cannons…" Ironhide vocalized his feelings in a stone cold manner. He opted for folding his arms in front of him to add to the attitude.

"Bring it on. I'll whip your slow ass." Jazz joked as he uncrossed his arms, pointing to himself proudly.

"No… Can't. Doc's orders…" Ironhide growled loudly before pulling out his cannons and pointing them at Ratchet, "I can blast your sorry tailpipe though! How dare you hide this from us!!"

Ratchet calmly gazed over at Ironhide, his optics dim showing that he would need to recharge in the near future, "I was unsure if I could repair him. I would have hated to have informed everyone of the slightest possibility and had it result in upsetting everyone further when I failed to repair our companion."

Ironhide took another minute to point his cannons at the old doctor before putting them away and grunting, "I guess."

"So, we were called here for?" Ratchet asked, crossing his arms.

"Barricade is alive." Optimus informed Jazz and Ratchet with a frown, "My only guess is that he'll be after this." Opening his palm, he held up a shard of the Allspark that he had retrieved from his fallen brother and enemy, Megatron.

"Shit Optimus, what the hell happened to the Allspark?!" Jazz gaped at the shard, an important artifact from their race completely destroyed save the piece that Optimus had in his hand.

"I thought that was destroyed with Megatron." Ironhide growled, gazing down at the Allspark.

"Negative…" Optimus closed his hand and crossed his arms again after placing the shard in an empty compartment in his wrist.

"Wait, but… that's just a little sliver… That wouldn't do much would it?" Sam spoke up drawing the attention down to him.

Bumblebee quickly shot into explanation before anyone else had a chance to, "Remember when I made the Allspark compress into that small cube? It still kept its power. This small sliver… it's… well." Bumblebee shook his head slowly, "It can still be used, even though it's only a small piece, it still holds the same power, and it can be used to fix fallen Decepticons."

"Fix?" Mikaela spoke up, "…it couldn't bring back Megatron could it?"

"If Starscream returned, and found out this was still here, he wouldn't hesitate to take it. But not to bring back Megatron. He is probably the new leader of the Decepticons. He never liked Megatron, and he never got along with him." Ratchet answered her with a frown, "I guess we are back to protecting that from the Decepticons, correct?"

Optimus nodded, "I'd leave to hide it, but I know no matter where I go, I'll be hunted down and this seems like a good place to hold our ground. We have friends here that can aid us if needed." He optics brightened slightly as he turned to gaze up at the stars, "I want Sam under watch as well as Mikaela. Ironhide I'd appreciate it if you would watch Mikaela for me. I'll be in touch, but I'll be laying low until Barricade decides to make a move… perhaps accidentally reveal if Starscream has returned."

Bumblebee glanced over at Sam, his face-plates raised and he glanced over at Jazz, "Don't worry Jazz, you'll be back in action soon. Just get a good recharge. Primus knows you deserve it more then any of us here…"

Jazz's inner mechanics churned loudly.

Ratchet turned his attention back to Optimus, "Are we going to be assembling here again? Perhaps we should meet more often, to give reports…"

Optimus nodded curtly, "Yes. Since Barricade is driving around, I would like to see you all every three days. Try not to travel alone, and keep your com links open just in case."

Sam nodded and turned to gaze at Mikaela who glanced over at Ironhide with a small smile. He knew she wasn't going to enjoy being babysat by a trigger-happy Autobot. And he knew Ironhide wasn't going to be happy at all babysitting anyone. But none the less, he transformed and opened his passenger side door for Mikaela to climb into. If Optimus wanted him to watch over the young female, then he would until he was given further orders.

After saying goodbye to everyone with Bee, Sam climbed into his Camaro and shut the door. His parents were going to be completely pissed. It was two hours after curfew. He needed an excuse and fast. As soon as they hit the freeway, the rain started to fall. Water splashed off of Bumblebee's windows and Sam squinted to see the road. It was pouring.

"I got it Sam." Bumblebee informed him and took over driving, "You just think of a way to get out of trouble with your parents. I'm not going to crash myself as an excuse to get you out of trouble, so don't even suggest that." Bee informed him as he slowed down slightly and concentrated on driving.

"Damn. That would have been easy. You could have banged yourself a little and I could have made a few cuts and bruises for a bit of convincing. Oh well… uh… traffic and weather conditions. There. Done." Sam crossed his arms and frowned, "Do you think Barricade knows where I live?"

"No. I don't. But I think we should lay low for a while. I should probably stay put in the garage and you in the house… no driving." Bee's voice pouted as he shifted gears and sped up a bit.

Sam sighed heavily, "Damn Decepticon. Ruining all of our fun." With a smile, he closed his eyes as thunder cracked loudly outside. Absentmindedly his hand stroked his armrest only stopping when Bee's purring engine intensified slightly, "Oh. Sorry…" Bee's purr fell back down with his speed, none the less the seat beneath Sam warmed ever so slightly.

Sam frowned and rubbed his chin as he gazed ahead into the rain before quietly replying, "…I think we should gang up on him and kick his sorry metal ass."

Bumblebee chuckled slightly over the radio, "We're too good for that. We don't believe in jumping others… that's cowardly."

Sam shook his head, "You do what you gotta do sometimes…"

His hand began petting the armrest again absentmindedly, and Bumblebee quickly drowned out his purring with the radio. Concentrating on Sam's hand, purring like a cat getting an affectionate scratching behind the ear, he continued driving. No matter how good this felt, he couldn't shake the guilt and worry that clouded his thoughts. He prayed Starscream stayed away from Earth. He just wanted to drive with Sam, he didn't want the boy in anymore danger. He didn't want Sam to get hurt. He didn't want to disappoint anyone if he let Barricade escape from a fight alive again. And he especially didn't want Sam to think he was a bad choice of a guardian. If he couldn't defeat scrap like Barricade, how could he possibly stand a chance protecting Sam from Starscream?

Sam broke the silence as they neared his home, "What was up with you earlier Bee? You were acting a bit strange towards Mikaela…"

Bee fought back the urge to play a handful of songs and turned the radio up making Sam's hand shoot out and turn it off.

"Bee. Be serious." Sam said sternly.

Bee remained silent, noticing Sam's hand was still on the stereo system, as if waiting for a reply. With a sigh, he pulled into the driveway, "It's not that I dislike Mikaela. I just don't think she appreciates you the way you should be. Nor do I think her public display of affection with you is appropriate. She also takes advantage of you at times…" He replied quietly as Sam hopped out and opened the garage quietly.

Sam wanted to go back and kick Bumblebee's tires yelling at him that he was wrong, that Mikaela was perfect, and that she treated him wonderfully. But deep down he knew that Bee was write. Bumblebee never lied. And he had started noticing that Mikaela was acting a bit superficial towards him. She did ignore him slightly when she was around her friends, and she ogled more muscular men as they passed by. He loved her, and she loved him, but… it made him wonder if this thing between them was real, or just something to pass the time. He'd think about what Bee said later.

The lights in the house were on, he didn't know why he was sneaking around. None-the-less, he crawled back into Bee, and the door shut silently. It was pouring outside and humid as hell, the air was crisp and clear inside the cabin and the temperature was perfect.

Bee turned off his headlights and rolled into the garage and sat with Sam in silence, "I believe your parents are going to be upset. You don't think they'd excuse you if they found out I was a robot?"

Sam laughed and raked his hands through his wet hair as he closed his eyes and stretched against the comfortable seat that seemed to hug him, "Yeah right. I can see it now. Mom. Dad. This is my friend Bumblebee, he's a super kick ass robot with guns and if you make him mad and take me away from him he'll ruin your garden and mess with your alcohol while you sleep."

Bee squeaked and hummed happily before shutting off his engine smoothly, and opening up his door for Sam. Sam sighed and slowly got out of his precious vehicle, "Dude… Easy for you, you just have to sleep here in the garage while I get yelled at. I'll try and sneak out of my prison later to play with you." The door shut and Sam left quickly after shutting Bee in the garage.

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"It's almost one in the morning young man!" Sam's mother Judy shot a glare at him over her tequila as he stepped into the kitchen soaking wet.

"Sorry. Bee-" He quickly caught himself, "Its because I was driving with Mikaela and the weather got pretty bad on the freeway, so we had to drive safe and slow… and then there was traffic." Sam replied apologetically.

"You apologize to your mother Sam, she thought you were dead! I don't want to hear excuses!" His father barked loudly as he set down his empty drink onto the table.

The apology for being late seemed to suffice Judy for the moment. After a moment of silence she asked slyly over her drink, "… so how was it?" Her eyebrow raised and wiggled slightly, "Did you and your girlfriend…" She held up a hand and clawed at the air with a smirk and waggle of her eyebrows.

"…Mom! I didn't have sex with Mikaela! Thanks." Sam groaned as he ran a hand down his face, "You don't ask your kid that. You tell them not to have it!" He paused to mumble how weird she was sometimes under his breath.

Ron rolled his eyes ignoring his semi-drunk wife.

"No, Weird is driving all day and night, not having friends, and skipping dates with your girlfriend." Ron frowned as he crossed his arms.

Mojo walked down the stairs leg completely fine now. His tail wagged as he approached Sam and nipped playfully at his shoelaces in his usual greeting to his master.

Sam bent over and scooped up Mojo, pointing at his Dad, "I have a thing called respect towards Mikaela, she's not just a piece of…" He trailed off at the look his mother was giving him, "You know what, no. I'm not having this discussion, you should know this all ready. I'll go and ground myself in my room for the next day, save you the trouble of doing so."

Judy stood up and stomped her foot, "I don't want you driving around for the next week."

"Ok." Sam shrugged as he walked up the stairs, as if the punishment was nothing.

"I'm locking the garage tomorrow Sam." Ron barked loudly.

"Ok." Sam shrugged as he continued climbing the stairs. He could still go sit with Bee. He just couldn't take him out. Which was fine. A talking car was kick ass enough. His hand scratched Mojo behind his ear and he walked into his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Placing Mojo down, he stripped his shirt and kicked off his pants before crawling into bed and gazing up at the posters on the ceiling. He really didn't want to repeat the entire Mission city incident. But if Bumblebee needed him, along with all the other Autobots, Sam wouldn't hesitate to risk his life for them. They never abandoned him, he'd never abandon them.

Lightning flashed outside the closed window causing Mojo to jump up onto the bed with Sam and peer out the window. The last thing the little Chihuahua saw was a black and white vehicle park just across the street in the rain before Sam picked him up and placed him back onto the floor.

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A/N::Gaspy:: A cliffie! Oh noes! Review if you want more. What kind of reviews? Tell me what you liked, what made you laughed, what you'd like to see. Please don't flame me. ::nervous laugh::