AN: I just drabbled. Woops. Thanks for the reviews!

Miles and Sam sat in the dining room of the Lancaster household on opposite sides of each other. Sam's chair was turned towards the tiny TV that rested on the countertop, the brunette teen flicking mindlessly through the channels in an attempt to find something good. A plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice sat untouched beside him. The blonde teen sat with a Sudoku book folded in his hands, a yellow pencil hanging out of his mouth as he chewed lightly on the end.

Miles knew something had been bothering his friend. About three months ago he had disappeared for two weeks and had come back with the hottest girl in school hanging on his shoulder and a brand spanking new Camaro. Throughout that time Sam had been withdrawn, and now that it was summer the blonde teen had been hoping to try and rekindle their friendship. He'd even gone to Sam and said just that, called him out on his bullshit, and the brunette had agreed completely.

In the end, their friendship was more important to Sam than whatever had had him drawing away in the first place. Despite how well they'd been doing, the brunette had still been jumpy, and Miles had finally caved and invited his friend over for a sleepover. Back in middle school sleepovers had switched from a childish nature to a serious nature: they were no longer for playtime, but they would only occur when one of them either had something big to tell… or one of them knew the other had something big to tell and they wanted them to spill.

Only once had someone else entered on their sleepover arrangement and that had been Mikaela. A month ago the girl had invited herself and Miles over to Sam's parentless house, Ron and Judy off to visit some cousin of Ron's, and the girl had broken up with the teen with Miles as a buffer should he take it hard. Surprisingly, Sam hadn't, and they'd spent the rest of the night arguing over stupid things, throwing popcorn down Mikaela's tank top to piss her off, and then getting their asses kicked by her in every single game they played.

It was a fond memory, but Miles hadn't bothered to try and get the girl over to his house despite his own parents being gone for the weekend. It was evident that whatever had happened to get them together was what had nearly driven Sam and himself apart, and the blonde teen was a bit selfish, too. He didn't want the girl to steal his thunder in helping his friend deal with whatever had been driving him crazy.

So Miles had invited Sam over for a sleepover. And Sam had accepted, knowing full well why he was being invited over in the first place.

"Do you remember that?" Sam asked.

Miles dragged his eyes away from the Sudoku puzzle he'd been pretending to try to solve to cover up his attempt at solving the brunette, hazel irises locking on to the TV screen. He couldn't hear the audio, Sam had muted it, but along the bottom the headline was "Mission City Being Rebuilt".

"Yeah," Miles replied, taking the pencil out of his mouth to do so. "A pretend terrorist attack by a group of Islam-extremist haters or some bullshit, right?"

"It was giant robots. From space."

Miles snorted, going back to the puzzle and actually bothering to fill in the first few blocks. Then he realized Sam was staring, and he glanced back up, surprised to see one of the more serious looks he'd ever caught his friend wearing.

"Seriously?" The blonde asked, the disbelief in his voice ringing in his own ears.

But they'd been friends for so long that he knew Sam's tells by now, knew when his friend was joking, and Sam was banking on that. Sam knew that Miles would believe him.

"They're called Cybertronians," Sam continued, brown eyes searching his friend's face for something. "They can hide themselves as cars, maybe a few other things. My Camaro is one, his name is Bumblebee. Their leader—well at least one group's leader, is a giant Peterbilt with flames on the side."

Miles stared at his friend in shock, mind struggling to believe everything he was saying. Silently, Sam got up and left the table, bare feet padding silently on the linoleum as he left the blonde in the kitchen. After a few minutes the brunette returned, a laptop in hand, and he opened it up and typed in the password.

The blonde stayed quiet as the brunette turned the laptop around so it was facing him, walking over and leaning next to him on the table. On the screen was a picture, pulled up from Sam's files, and the brunette himself was in it, along with Mikaela. Also in it was a large robotic frame that towered over the both of them, almost completely yellow except for blue eyes and two black stripes. Next to it was a robot that dwarfed the yellow one, mostly a dark blue except for the lighter blue eyes and the reddish orange of the flames.

A Camaro and a Peterbilt truck in robot form. Sam's car.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Miles muttered, awed.

Next, Sam hit the arrow key, the computer bringing up the next file. The next one happened to be a video of said Camaro transforming from the car into the robot, and Miles was sure the video didn't do the robot any justice. He was also completely sure that this was a real thing now; it was entirely too elaborate and well made for Sam to be lying.

"So," Miles said slowly, suddenly feeling that if he had been standing up he might have gone weak in the knees. "Nice to finally know what's been bothering you so much. Nice to know… Well, this, I guess. What made you finally tell me?"

"I want to seduce him."

The blonde just nodded, hitting the next arrow himself to see what else there might be. It took flipping through two more photos, one of what looked like an ambulance and one of a GMC truck, before the words actually registered. Hazel eyes turned to stare into brown ones, one set serious and the other beyond surprised.

"Can he even have sex with you?"

Sam frowned, expression turning thoughtful. Miles watched with a certain amount of dread in him, because it had to be serious if Sam'd not even thought about the sexual aspect, despite his choice of 'seduce'.

After Sam's rather impromptu introduction of the Autobots, Miles had to then be introduced and initiated onto base. Of course, the brunette claimed that he just couldn't keep the secret from his best friend anymore, and that Bumblebee had just given off one too many odd cues for the blonde not to be suspicious in some way. The only reason Sam even told Will about letting Miles know in the first place was because he wanted Miles to help him with Bumblebee, though.

Miles wandered if stranger things had ever happened to someone because of their best friends, sitting on an uncomfortable plastic chair. He'd been taken around for a tour of the base, but had been ditched in the Medbay when the Autobot leader had returned from base after an extended mission of some sort.

The only one who'd bothered to stay with him was the same person who'd been in the Medbay in the first place; the medic seemingly sulking. Sam had informed him that Ratchet had been less than pleased at the Prime's decision to leave on the mission on his own, and Miles supposed that was why the medic had stayed behind in his Medbay despite everyone else going to go see the Prime.

"Do you have any questions, Miles?"

The teen could appreciate that the medic was trying to make things a little less awkward between them, but he hardly doubted it would be fixed that easily. But it did present him with an opportunity that Sam had been looking for.

"Can you have sex with humans?"

Ratchet looked taken aback, "I'm honored, I assure you, but-"

"Not with me!" Miles amended quickly, trying his best not to sound as horrified by the thought as he felt.

"Then why ask?" Ratchet returned, seeming to be honestly confused about it.

Miles decided honesty was probably the best route, "Sam and Bumblebee. Er, well, just Sam, actually, because I've no idea how Bee feels about him, but, yeah."

"Oh, I've been hoping for that to come to fruition!" Ratchet sounded just a bit too happy, Miles staring at him oddly. "Ironhide said I was full of it, but a medic always knows his men. So is that why you're here, then?"

"Yup."

"I suppose we'll have to work together and see what happens, then, young Miles."

Miles wasn't sure what Sam had signed him up for. Meddling medics, giant alien robots, best friends wanting to get with another species… his life had taken a drastic turn for the odd.