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AN: Yes, I know... Update "Lost" don't make a new story. Couldn't help it, but I could not put it on here and therefore not given anyone anything to read. Couldn't type anything on "Lost" today and I haven't had time at school to do it. This one is following the first movie so far. You are warned so don't complain about it. I've only been typing this for 5 hours non stop... It won't leave me alone to do anything else and I am still typing it up. This was suppose to be a one shot too. Well enjoy!

A beat up yellow with black racing striped 1976 Chevrolet Camaro rolled down the street. If one looked closely they would realize that the car did not have a driver, but in the light afternoon traffic, it went unnoticed. The car drove around the block doing what it did best, scouting the area.

The not-a-Camaro landed on the organic world weeks ago, it was sent to look for an artifact called the Allspark. Unable to find it, it decided to use the information the residents of this planet screamed at each other; it was easily accessible for the cybertronian. He didn't find anything of interest to his cause -lots of other interesting things though- and he was about to head back to the desert to leave this little planet undetected.

Stopping behind a convertible car with two human males talking in the front seat about getting a new car, the yellow Camaro picked up a faint trace of Allspark signature appeared on his visual display. Quickly following the green car till they park their car in a used car lot. Seeing a chance the Camaro circled around and pulled into the lot and parked between two other cars.

Scanning the humans he found the younger one was the one with the Allspark radiation. As the boy walked up to him, checking him out, the not-a-car felt anger that the human would judge him, but then the boy lightly skimming his fingers across the hood as he walked over to the door. The Camaro barely stopped itself from rocking on its wheels. When the boy climbed in, the cybertronian took a full scan of the human even as it molded the seats to the warm body. The soft innocent but sensual touch against the Autobot symbol on the steering wheel made the alien car's spark pulse and seconds before the car started to purr the boy stopped. It brought the scout back to reality.

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers!" The boy was arguing with the human owner of the cars. The Camaro agreed with this statement thinking that yes, it had picked the boy.

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Get out the car." The owner motions to the next car over, a decrepit yellow VW Beetle that has seen better days, "Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut."

The boy's parental unit also points out an alternative car, "There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there."

Upset the boy gets out of the Camaro, "No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." Angry at the fact that the boy did as told and got out, the not-a-Camaro opened its passenger door and banged it into the VW Beetle knocking into an oil rack.

Quickly the owner exits the Beetle to examine the damage, "No worries! I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" While he waits for this Manny person to come work on the car he moves on to another car across the lot, "That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabammy."

The Camaro wasn't going to let the odd human boy slip away when he was so close to getting to stay with him for awhile not to mention that the slight radiation of Allspark energy the boy radiated was the closest the scout has come to finding the Allspark so the boy should be kept close. The alien car turning on the radio and blasted a high pitch sound and shatters the glass from the surrounding cars. "4000," the owner says in shock. The disguised alien was excited as the human boy climb back into it's interior.

The parental unit came over to the window, "Buckle up Sam, you know how your mother can get, drive carefully."

"Yeah, yeah. I know dad." the boy connected the seat belt to the buckle and the car molded the seat to the boy again trying to get use to the feeling of a warm body in side itself. Letting the boy drive but keeping sensors open to where they were going, the cybertronian looked up the boy using the world wide web. Pulling up an eBay account after using facial recognition; pulling up the glasses the Camaro found what it had been looking for this whole time it had been on this little organic planet.

The disguised alien hadn't been sitting on the driveway long, but when bored time moves slowly, even for beings that live much longer than the organics on this planet. The boy drove fairly smoothly for someone young and should be reckless by human standers. The Camaro found it didn't mind the boy sitting in him, but he did mind the boy not being in sight.

Turning scanners to the house and scanning it for the boy the car sank on its wheels as the boy headed out of the house. Controlling the urge to open the door and usher the boy into the interior. Tuning into the argument the boy, Sam was having with his family as the boy continues on to his car. His femme parental unit, mother, shouts after him, "I want you home at 11:00! Please, for the love of God, drive safely. Seat belt on!" Almost eagerly the car looses the seat beat for the boy and molds to the curve of his body. Pealing out of the drive leaving a cloud of dirt and exhaust in their wake.

The boy drives by a house and another human climbs into the car. The two humans exchange greetings and the new one, Miles, slams the door. Intently the disguised car wants to throw him out, but stops the urge as that would give him away. Driving to a lake party the boys get out. The cybertronian watches Sam and his interaction to others of his own kind. He comes back to the car and so does the other boy. Sam kicks the boy out and drives up to the girl that he interacted with earlier. The radio in the Camaro suddenly comes on and plays a song clip 'Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?'

The Camaro finds it funny to hear Sam slip up and try to correct himself. Thinking he messed the human up enough so that the girl Sam obviously likes keeps walking. When that doesn't work the car seems to stall out and the radio does its possessed act as the alien couldn't help but try to communicate again 'When I get that feeling – I want sexual healing – Sexual healing'

"No, no, no. No. Come on!" Upset that his new car is having problems on the first drive out, Sam apologizes to the human femme. "Sorry, I'm just working out the kinks. You know, it's a new car." 'When I get that feeling – I want that sexual healing' "This radio is, like, you know... It's an old radio, too, so..." 'Sexual healing' "Look, this isn't something that I, you know... I can't get this radio to stop."

The car shakes, letting the humans think it's from the rough terrain when in reality it was in laughter. The girl gets out and pops the Camaro's hood, making it hiss steam in anger that she would touch him. The boy gets out and looks under the hood; stopping his speech to stare at the shiny engine. "Woah." The car preened at the human's expression and decided the girl could be driven home without any more incidences. After collecting the girl they drive her back to her place and get back to the house before time, but the alien had a problem with letting his human -yes, his human- out. The human only thought the door was stuck because he mumbled something about WD40.

His human was following him on a bike. It was amusing. To be honest he hadn't had this much fun in awhile. He sent a message to Optimus Prime in his normal form, allowing the human to view him. Glancing over at the human he sees he is being chased by dogs. The 'bot transforms and chases after the boy and saves him, but he throws his keys at him and runs off screaming about Satan's Camaro. The cops pick the boy up and the Camaro followed at a distance.

When the boy gets back home the car pulls into the drive thinking the boy would calmly approach him, but the boy takes off on a bike. Of course the alien takes off after the human. Just as Sam flipped his bike in front of that girl, a decepticon signal. Speeding up to chase the boy he gets blocked off as Mikaela road in front of him. Engine growling in response he turned a corner trying to get ahead of her. He got there just in time to knock Barricade sideways. After stunning the disguised police cruiser, the yellow robot ran at the human that was running away from him jumped in the air and transformed into his alternative form around the human.

Sam screamed as he found himself tossed in the air only to blink in confusion as he looked around the interior of his car that wasn't a car. "What do you want from me? You want the glasses too? Is that it? I can get you the glasses, just don't kill me! I... I have a dog and a mom and my dad... you know my dad..."

As the boy rambled on the car fastened the human down with the seat belt. Humans were fragile and he didn't want to hurt his human. He took off to an abandoned car lot and hide. Sam was smart enough that he quite down, thought his heartbeat was still too fast to be normal. Barricade passed them and stopped then started backing up. Quickly, Satan's Camaro -as he had been dubbed- reversed and passed the backing police cruiser. Moving quickly he dumped the human on the pavement and transformed, blocking Barricade from getting the human. He attacked, both 'bots refusing to use their cannons or guns. Only relying on hand to hand to keep the humans from checking on the sounds.

Frenzy went after Sam as the Autobot was busy fighting Barricade. "Don't hurt the boy" Barricade data burst to the minicon as he tried to take out the Autobot. Meanwhile Sam ran screaming and almost made it to the gate of the lot before the minicon pounced him and dragged him to the ground. He instantly understood why Barricade didn't want him to hurt the fleshly. Just touching him made him want to rub against him much like those organic cat things. The only problem was that the boy kept kicking at him and Frenzy ended up taking the boy's pants with him when he tried to restrain him.

Leaping up, Sam ran for his life, half thinking he was going crazy, 'cause there was no such thing as giant robots. And if there was, what would they want with him? The little pointy robot chasing him was knocked far away by the yellow one. Approaching the Camaro-bot, Sam questions it, "Can you talk?"

In response, the cars radio begins playing, 'XM Satellite Radio...Digital cable brings you... Columbia Broadcasting System...'

Sam, "So you... You talk through the radio?"

'Thank you, you're beautiful. You're wonderful, you're wonderful,' the car broadcasts while applauding and pointing at Sam in confirmation of his stated question.

Sam, "So, what was that last night? What was that?"

Flipping through the radio waves the Camaro replyed with 'Message from Starfleet, Captain...Throughout the inanimate vastness of space... Angels will rain down like visitors from heaven! Hallelujah!'

Sam frowned, "Visitors from heaven? What... What are you, like, an alien or something?"

The robot points at them then transforms back into his car form, 'Any more questions you want to ask?' and opening his door for him.

Mumbling to himself, Sam says, "He wants me to get in the car... great."