-1Something's Happened to Mikaela

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro, I'm just playing in their sandbox for a bit.

Dedication: To the 7 killed in car suicide bombs over Christmas and Boxing day, including President Benazir Bhutto of Pakistan, who stood up for Democracy.

Pairings: Sam and Mikaela

Summary: Mikaela is kidnapped by someone who wants to split her up from Sam, and Starscream gets in on the act too.

In celebration of the Recon toys, marked like our Metropolitan Police cars.

Mikaela arrived at the bottom of her steps. It was 7.28 p.m. she noted on her cuffed watch and she was going out with Sam at 7.30.

It was pouring with rain and she was glad she had a mid-blue waterproof Goretex lined windbreaker jacket on and a navy blue sweat jacket.

She wandered along the sidewalk to the main road. She didn't like doing this, he wasn't really late yet, but she felt impatient.

A grey shape loomed up behind her out of the rain, with a big blue badge on it.

Oh no, it was happening again. She was being pulled in. Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled in disgust.

Surely they hadn't found another fixed-up stolen car.

The window slid down and the officer inside put an arm on it. He spoke in a pleasant voice.

"Hi Ma'am, I believe you can help us, I'm investigating the case of a stolen car that has been taken to the police pound. Are you Mikaela Banes, daughter of Colin Banes?" Her eyes widened with emotion. This one knew her name, and her Dad's.

"Yeah."

"As it's smashed up, the owner has decided not to pursue the case.

"I've come to speak to you about your father. His parole board sits in 90 days, should be a forgone conclusion, you seem to have friends in high places. Wanna see your juvy record and his wiped out in two keystrokes on the police computer?"

It seemed unimaginable, but it had been asked for and with what she'd seen in the last few months it was not impossible.

"O.K. but make it quick, I've only got two minutes."

The voice changed, becoming harsh and inhuman, as the car door shot open:

"Get in the car!"

Recognizing the voice, her eyes widened in fear and she began to sweat.

She had no choice, for it mounted the sidewalk, blocking her into the cul-de-sac. She began running along the sidewalk. He edged forward to the side of her building.

"I said Get in the car!"

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Sam came up to the table where she was with 3 girlfriends and Trent. It was Saturday, it was sunny, she wore her little denim skirt and a loose half unzipped short sleeved white jacket with black piping down the front.

"Where were you last night Mikaela?"

"I was there at 8.00 pm."

"You said 7.30."

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Anyway, I was there and you weren't!"

"I arrived on time, drove around looking, and you weren't there. It was pouring with rain."

"Yeah, you think I'd hang around long in the rain waiting for you? In O. K. Corral here?"

"I even went up your steps and asked your Mom where you were. She said you'd gone out."

"Yes, well someone else came along."

"Someone else? We were meant to be going out to dinner!"

"Well, I decided to go to a party instead. With someone who was there! Who understands what it's like to live in a dangerous area and not always stick to times! Someone who likes parties rather than candlelight dinners! Someone who's had to work and save and not lead such a dangerous lifestyle, and not look so stupid in public!"

"Surely you don't mean him?" He pointed at Trent who was wearing his big annoying smile.

"Why shouldn't I? Sam Witwicky, you are so dumped!"