Chapter 1: Introduction.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC.
Hey all. I suppose some of you may remember my old Transformers story. Yeah well this is the new one which stays true to the story and includes Sam and Mikaela. Hope you all enjoy and I look forward to your feedback. It feels good to be back in this topic.
School was done and MacRae was quick to pack his stuff and get outside to wait for Sam who was to go to the car dealership with his father. He would be hitching a ride with them as he had already handed his own car money to Ron Witwicky for safe keeping and he prayed that even the cheapest dealership had something good to buy and within his budget.
"First car. Been waiting for this since I've had my license" Sam said, making the Brit jump a little.
"God, don't scare me like that" he said with a grin. He was the same age as Sam with short, spiked hair, a lithe yet toned build and his face was handsome, features sharp and defined. His green eyes were like emeralds in the sun and were as gentle as him. "You and me both, mate" he said as they left the school. "You did get the A, right?" he asked.
"Scraped it. A- but that is an A" he said.
"Knowing your father he'll want to check" he said and chuckled at the glare that was thrown in his direction.
"My father isn't always-" but he was cut off by the 'seriously?' look. "Yeah you're probably right. I'll have the car but all I need is the girl" he said and the Brit sighed.
"Sam, I'm going to put this short straight and to the point. Mikaela is going out with Trent. The one who is a royal pain in your arse" he said.
"A guy can dream can't he?" he asked rhetorically.
"You can dream about the girl and about avoiding the hospital if he finds out you're making these ridiculous attempts at wooing her" MacRae said as they reached outside with the other students, a green car waiting outside.
"Hey dad" Sam greeted as he moved the seat forward to let the Brit in. "I got it" he said.
"Let me see" the older man said and the Brit barely suppressed a chuckle as Sam looked back with a glare and he settled for giving him the 'I told you so' look. They were in the all clear and before long were on the road. They drove up the entrance to the Porshe dealership where Sam made a big assumption.
"No, no, no, dad! You didn't!" he said excitedly.
"Yeah, you're not getting a Porshe" he said and both the Brit and Ron began to laugh whilst Sam gave a blank look.
"You both think that was funny?" he asked.
"Yeah" was the response in unison.
"Did you really think I'd get you a Porshe for a first car?" he asked as the pulled up to the used car dealership belonging to Bobby Bolivia and the Brit couldn't help but raise an eye at the clown who looked ready to have a heat stroke at any moment.
"Gentleman. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs" he said with a small laugh and the Brit put on a false grin. "How can I help you?" he asked.
"Well my son and his best friend here... looking to buy their first cars" Ron said.
"You come to see me?" he asked.
"We had to" he said, sullen at his fathers little joke.
"Well that practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B" he said with a grin and shook hands with both.
"Sam"
"MacRae" he introduced. "I'm going to take a look around, see what I can find" he said, and began his search, but it wasn't long before his attention was caught. A silver 1963 Corvette Stingray Coupe stood out from the rest, the paint was a little faded but easily sorted and the leather interior was nice also. He opened the door and climbed in, the seat appearing to meld to his shape and on the steering wheel was a strange if not cool looking symbol. "How much for this one?" he called from the car.
"Well considering the obvious classic nature of the car and the interior, I'd say four and a half grand for it" Bobby said, walking over to it.
"I'll take it" he said. He climbed out and collected the required amount of money, and he had at least five hundred left which he would keep for a rainy day. "I'll sort out the paperwork and wait here for you" he said, heading inside. Later, as he was signing the paperwork, a large explosion of shattering glass had him panicking and he rushed out to find every car, except a yellow and black Camaro and his Corvette, completely windowless. Sam got his car for four grand that day.
(Later)
Both cars were sat on the driveway and the two teens were upstairs, the Brit sat on the one visible seat in the room with Mojo in his lap. Sam was busy talking to himself, and then practised talking to a girl, obviously meant to be Mikaela.
"You are so sad" he said in amusement.
"Whatever" he said and Mojo jumped off his lap and onto the desk where Sam had his pain pills. "I know you get wasted off this things and if you piss on my bed again you're sleeping outside. No more. Crackhead" he said, and both of them left the room and into the Witwicky yard.
"Ah, Sam why can't you follow MacRae's example and use my path?" he said and the Brit chuckled after giving them a wave and waiting in the car on the driveway. Sam pulled out and they left, only stopping to pick up Miles along the way.
The lake was busy when the pulled up outside and much to the dismay of the three friends, Trent was already there and his attention was focused on all of them.
"This is going to be a bloody nightmare" he said, removing the gloves that protected his hands from the leather which was boiling in the sun. He closed the door and locked it securely, stepping next to Sam whilst Miles immediately went ahead and climbed the tree.
"You know, I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, right?" he asked and the Brit cringed. He remembered when he was tackled by a few members of the team and had to leave the field and he had hoped that Trent had forgotten about it.
"That wasn't a real tryout, that was research for a book I was writing" he said.
"Oh yeah, what's it about? Sucking at sports?" he asked and the Brit glared slightly.
"Haha. No, it's about the link between brain damage and football. No, it's a- it's a good book. Your- Your friends'll love it. You know, it's got mazes in it and, you know, little coloring areas, sections, pop-up pictures. It's a lot of fun" he said and MacRae couldn't help but chuckle.
"That's funny" Trent said, advancing on him. MacRae went to step between them but Mikaela beat him to it. Trent turned and spoke with his friends whilst Sam coerced his other friend out of a tree and chastised him.
"MacRae, head back to my house. You're spending the night" he said.
"You're sure?" he asked and then he turned to find that Mikaela was walking. "I suppose I was wrong. Miles, I'll drive you home. Good luck Sam" he said with a grin and left with their tree climbing friend.
(Later that night)
He mainly sat upstairs and watched TV whilst he waited for Sam to come home, Mojo sound asleep in his lap and he was not far behind. He woke when the door opened quietly and Sam stepped in, a large grin across his face.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Better than expected" Sam said, gently taking Mojo off of the Brits lap and setting him in his own dog bed.
"Translation, you're in the friend zone" he said with a small grin. He pulled out a futon beneath the bed and set it on the floor, grabbing a quilt and spare pillow as well.
"Not permanently my British friend" he said, settling on his bed whilst MacRae settled on his. "But my car's acting up" he said and his eyebrow raised. "The radio plays on it's own and even played romantic ones when it broke down on the Lookout. Then I discover, from Mikaela as she's a grease monkey like her dad, that my car has a really powerful engine" he said.
"Strange. Quite the coincidence that it broke down on the Lookout mind. Bloody awkward" he said, laughing slightly.
"Just a little bit" Sam said and flicked through the channels before settling on the news.
"In other news, SOCCENT Forward Operations Base in Qatar was attacked and destroyed. It is said that no one survived the attack. Defence Secretary Keller issued a press release from the Pentagon this morning" the reporter said.
"What the bloody hell?" MacRae said.
"At this time, we can't confirm whether there were any survivors. Our bases worldwide are, as of now, at DEFCON Delta, our highest readiness level. We're dealing with a very effective weapons system that we have not come across before. But our prayers are with the families of the brave men and women who were lost in this attack" the Secretary said.
"Must have been one hell of a weapons system that destroyed that base. It's huge" MacRae said as the weather rolled. Sam merely hummed and agreement before flicking the TV off, and they both settled down for the night.
(Following Morning)
Ron shook MacRae awake and his eyes shot open at the urgent look on his face and he noticed that Sam wasn't even in the room.
"He's in prison. Found him in the dump suspected of stealing his own car" Ron explained and he got up straight away, dressing in a sleeveless, zip up top and jeans and hastily chucking on a pair of green walking boots.
"How the bloody hell so you steal your own car?" he asked.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough" he said.
(Police Station)
"Look I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I'm been. It just stood up" Sam explained to the officers as the other two stood off to the side.
"It just stood up. Wow. It's really neat. Okay, chiefie. Time to fill her up. And no drippy-drippy. What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?" he asked, and he looked to the Brit. "What about you?" he asked.
"Hey I slept all night" he said defensively and the officer held up his hands in piece.
"I'm not on any drugs" Sam said.
"What's these? Found it in your pocket. Mo-jo. Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mo-jo?" he asked.
"They're my dogs pain pills" he said and the officer didn't seem to believe him or his father when he explained what dog it was. MacRae took out his phone, having taken a picture of the dog not long after the dog had injured himself.
"This is him" he said, handing the phone to him. "He suffers pain from time to time as it's a recent injury" he said and the officer handed him back his phone, finally accepting the truth. After a threat from one of the officers for looking at his gun, Sam was cleared to go. They got back, Sam's parents had headed out. "You're sure your car had hijacked itself and turned into this?" he asked, pausing on the video as he looked at the large robot.
"Positive" he said, pulling out the milk. They both heard an engine and they both looked out the window to see that the car pulled up on it's own and Sam dropped the milk. "Dude, I think now would be a bad time to tell you that your car just went without a sound" he said as they both moved away from the window. "I told you so" he said, sharing a scared glance with the Brit.
And I'll stop here. The run down of this is basically it's all three films with my OC. Dialogue from characters will be altered slightly for my OC but at other times it remains the same. And if you haven't figured out who the Corvette is, you'll find out soon enough.