Title: Tranquility? Not So Much.
Author: AnimeDarkside
Rating: PG-13 for language and crude humor
Characters/Pairings: nothing special, except the canon Sam/Mikaela
Warnings: contains spoilers for the movie, original characters and silliness
Disclaimer: Transformers is copyrighted to Hasbro and Dreamworks. However, The Sky Is Falling, plus its characters and plot, all belong to me.

I wrote this on a whim. xD It's an crossover with my original series, The Sky Is Falling, which I have yet to even finish writing. Lol. You may feel a little confused about who's who, but everything will be explained. I originally posted this on the tf2007fun LJ.

It was a complete accident. Or, that's how Payton later described it. In all actuality, it wasn't that much of an accident as a little goof. She had promised her friends that she would not stray far as they wandered the tiny shops of the city, but she had quickly forgotten her promise while taking in the sights. A road trip across the country had seemed like an ideal way to relax and enjoy the summer before senior year. However, the ideal soon melted into a disaster once Payton realized that she was completely and utterly lost.

"You have to be kidding me," she moaned, fumbling with her pockets. Not only was she lost in the middle of Nevada, she had forgotten her cell phone in the car. She looked around quickly and grimaced. She had no pocket change and there weren't any payphones near by. "Man!"

She wanted to kick something, but she had a feeling that wouldn't help her any. She looked up and saw a parking lot. It was for a classic-looking diner and many cars were parked there. Slowly, Payton got an idea.

"This technically isn't stealing," she murmured to herself as she skirted across the road and towards the parking lot. She looked around warily and once she was sure there wasn't anyone near, she rushed into the line of cars.

The models and colors meant nothing to her. She quickly peered into the windows and sighed every time she saw locked doors. She hesitated over doors that were unlocked, but frowned deeply when she saw empty seats. After several minutes of fruitless searching, Payton groaned and leaned back against a car. Perhaps she should just stand in the middle of the streets and hope that Leo found her…

A sudden sound snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned around, shocked. The car she had been leaning against—a shiny yellow Camaro—gleamed back innocently at her. Payton's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Suddenly, something caught her eye.

"Aha!" she cried, kneeling down. She grinned happily inside the window. On the passenger seat lay a cell phone and even better, the door was unlocked!

Looking around carefully, Payton touched the door handle. She felt strangely nervous about touching the strange car, but her worries were batted down by reason. Gently, she opened the door.

"No alarm," she whispered, thankful. She stood up and opened the door all the way. She gave one last sweep around the parking lot and when she was sure no one was watching, she slid into the seat.

Payton was no criminal by any means, so as she carefully turned to face the passenger's side seat, she could not help but feel increasingly uneasy. All she needed was the phone and even then, only for a few minutes. She picked up the phone and sighed. Next to her, the door slammed shut.

Yelling in surprise, Payton flew to the other side. She gaped at the door and shouted, "SHIT!"

The door, sleek in its own regard, remained still and silent. Payton stared with wide eyes at the side and gulped. She slowly sat back up and eyed the door warily. It remained unlocked, but the incident had made all her hairs stand up on end. Exhaling, Payton picked up the cell phone and turned away from the door.

Come on, come on, she muttered mentally to herself. She quickly tapped the familiar number out on the keypad. Corey, please tell me you have your phone on…

The dial tone blared back and Payton groaned. The stupid moron who owned the phone hadn't paid his flippin' bill that month! Angry, Payton threw the phone back onto the seat and shifted around again. She didn't have time for this. She had to—

Payton stared at the door with a blank expression as unseen dread filled her chest.

The silver locks slid shut.

Those passing by were left to wonder why the brunette in the Camaro was kicking at door as if in some sort of mad frenzy.

& & & MEANWHILE & & &

The human had to be mentally deficient. No one could just go up and STEAL him, Bumblebee swore. He had waited patiently as the human had hovered nervously next to him and then carefully open his door. He had not actually intended on letting her slide into the seat, but something about her seemed different. Her touch was not the same warm clay-like feeling he got from most people. It was icy and almost electric. It was…strange.

"Shit," he heard her mutter as she played with Sam's mechanical device he had left on the seat (he briefly remembered it was called a cell phone and was used for communication.)

Bumblebee was now stuck. He couldn't transform with the stranger sitting inside him. Sam and Mikaela were still on their "date" as they called it and he knew he couldn't just drive through the building to find them. After a moment, the girl made a sound of frustration and threw the phone away. Bumblebee knew she was about to leave the car.

So, he locked the door.

It wasn't like he had any interest in the child. She seemed overdressed with make-up and accessories. Her hair was streaked with unnatural shades of blonde. She was, as Mikaela once described a fellow classmate, materialistic looking. She also had a foul mouth and no respect for other people's property. However, Bumblebee did know one thing: she had broken into someone else's car and that was illegal on Earth. If he let her just slip off, Sam would not be able to report the incident to the authorities.

"HOLY SHIT!" the girl shouted, leaping back across the front seats again. She stared in horror at the door. "Not this shit again!"

Again? Bumblebee briefly felt curiosity rise in him at her bizarre choice in words. However, he was distracted painfully when the girl began to kick furiously at the door.

"No time for this!" she growled out between clenched teeth. She sounded more angry than afraid. "One freaky-ass possessed car in one life-time is enough! Come on!"

Bumblebee, as much as her mutters were curious, started to become annoyed. He quickly adjusted the dials on the radio.

"Back off I'll take you on, Headstrong will take on anyone, I know that you are wrong, headstrong to take on anyone, I know that you are wrong, If this is not where you belong…"

The girl shrieked again and was pressed against the seat in open horror. She stopped the infernal kicking, at least.

"Oh man," the girl said, fear evident in her voice. "This is so not cool!"

Bumblebee wanted to laugh, but knew he was being cruel. It did get a little boring playing chauffeur all the time for two teenagers, though. He shut the radio off and fell silent. The girl stared at the dashboard. Suddenly, she glared angrily.

"Oh, you think you're so smart, huh, mofo?" she said, her voice growing louder. She raised her hand threateningly at the steering wheel. "Well, I hate to burst your bubble, you cheap hunk of scrap, but I'm not falling for it. If you think you're the first sentient piece of metal I've ever met, think again!"

Okay, now THAT was attention grabbing. Bumblebee felt his spark chill. None of the other Autobots had ever mentioned any other human besides Sam, Mikaela, a few government and military officials and the Lennox family knowing about them. Perhaps she was just exaggerating…but it was too specific. If no Autobot had made contact, then there was only one other alternative.

His engine roaring to life, Bumblebee shot backwards out of the parking space and quickly turned around. The girl shrieked in surprise and fell over again at the sudden movement. She looked up, her hair a mess.

"DAMN IT, THIS WASN'T WHAT I MEANT!"

Bumblebee ignored the girl's angry shouts and tore out of the parking lot. A Decepticon informant was unheard of—they hated lesser species and especially the humans. However, Bumblebee would take no chances. It had only been six human months since Megatron had fallen. The notion of a new uprising was not impossible by any means.

I must reach Optimus and the others, he said to himself as he took off down the street. They must know about this human—this could be a serious problem!

TBC for now. Payton is such a funny kid. She may seem "materialistic" but she's really down to Earth…her constant screaming notwithstanding. Bumblebee's worry is well placed—Payton is from a science fiction world just like Bee and Sam…plus flying toasters. Yes! Toasters!

Song Credits:
Headstrong, by Crawling in the Dark