Author's Note:

Before anyone reads this I want to warn you. This story is purely fan made and so not everything is going to be accurate to the movie-verse, G-1 verse, etc. I am only building this off of a love for the movies and series. So forgive the errors in facts, characters, etc. As I said, this is purely fan made with Hasbro's characters. Also, there will be a lot of jumping around between time lines.


POST REVENGE OF THE FALLEN/PRE DARK OF THE MOON


"Hey, hey, what are ya doin'?" Wheelie shouted as Mikaela stuffed him into the cage.

"Shut up!" she snapped, grabbing Brains by his fiber optics and throwing him in as well, hurriedly shutting the door and snapping on the padlock. Even while she was convincing, she felt the eyes on her as she set the cage into the box and taped it shut, wishing she could mute their protesting voices and curses they shouted up at her. "Shut up, shut up! I'm sending you to Sam!" she snapped, slapping the box with her hands before dropping into a crouch beside the box and gripping the sides of it, leaning her head against the side of it while the miniature Autobot converts continued to rant. She slapped the side of it again but this time her face screwed up into an emotional mess similar to when she feared for her life and the lives of the others in Mission City.

She couldn't tell them, she had to get them out of there. Sam had a place in Washington D.C. he could keep them safe since he was much closer to the rest of the Autobots than she was now that he told everyone she dumped him. But that was how it was supposed to be; otherwise everyone would have been in danger. Not that the world would ever be out of danger. The fact was that Mikaela couldn't do anything to tell them what was happening, and she had to convince them she didn't want to be a part of their world anymore, otherwise…

Pushing herself up, she rubbed at her eyes briefly, fighting off the weakness and hardening herself as she was used to doing. Since Sam brought out her real side, Mikaela didn't play the part of trophy wife to anyone and always spoke her mind and opinion whenever she needed to but this time, this time she had to rely on her previous years of acting like everything was fine and she was an idiot all over again. Sighing, she kicked the box for good measure and drug it onto the trolley, tilting it back and rolling it out of the garage where she handed it over to one of the guys, slapping a handful of bills onto the top. "Mail this off for me, will you?" she glanced up at him briefly before walking around them and going to one of the cars to pour over its contents and hopefully, keep herself from bawling her eyes out like a wimp.


Decepticon POV


The human girl has sent off the traitors Wheelie and Brain to the boy Sam Whitwicky and thanks to her efforts to push away Whitwicky; the Autobots had fallen from contact with her. Well, that was all well and good; they didn't need the human female anyway. There were more pressing matters to deal with and while she might have thought she was saving them by breaking contact from them, they would always be able to find the Autobots and their human allies again. Soundwave made sure of that.

Starscream found the efforts of Mikaela Banes laughable. She was just a human, hardly worth the time to even step on. All she did was bring them all together closer into an area they could all be destroyed in. That is, if Megatron would make a move and destroy them all. Unfortunately, their escape from Egypt resulted in little accomplishment and while they found assistance in the slobbering Igor to keep the hatchlings they saved alive, their army was still scattered across the wretched rock. Megatron was not making his move and neither was he sharing his plans even though he spoke of having them to himself and vaguely to his underling.

Such were the lives of the Decepticons…


POST DARK OF THE MOON


"Hello?"

"Sam?"

"Mikaela?"

"Yeah, it's me."

There was a sudden clatter on the other end of the line and Mikaela rose an eyebrow at the sound but after a brief scuffle on the other end of the line, Sam's voice returned. "Wow, I haven't heard from you in a while."

"I know, but that's kind of understandable, Sam. I was a bitch the last time we talked." She ran a hand over her hair, sitting down on her couch as she stared at the newspaper her father had left behind during his visit.

"Yeah, that's true. But, you know, you were dumping me hard and brutally at the time but hey, that's understandable." He rambled, showing that he was nervous but Mikaela ended up smiling at the receiver anyway, shutting her eyes and picturing him in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest to try and look like he was cool and collected but actually appeared to be hugging himself.

"I saw you on the news. It's different not being there when these things happen. It almost feels like it's all not real until you see Decepticons driving through the streets." She opened her eyes, recalling the patrolling alien vehicles rolling through the streets while she did nothing but make sure her dad was safe and hide out with him in the garage among the broken down vehicles and spare parts. The entire time they passed through she knew that somewhere the Autobots were fighting them in another battle that tested the mettle of each machine and human involved. And then she saw the news, watching the Autobot shuttle lifting off from NASA and shooting into the skies. The sight of it brought tears to her eyes as she watched earth's final hope fly away and then Starscream appeared, blowing it out of the sky.

Mikaela wept that day. She cried for hours, unaware of the Autobots hiding within the booster rocket and splashing down into the Atlantic where they made their way stealthily up to Chicago to take the battle to the fortified city of Decepticons. She didn't know until it was all over and the Decepticons fled the streets, proving that they had been beaten once more and all without her around. It was a harsh blow to know that she wasn't needed, and it didn't help when a newsteam caught footage of Sam running for a blond woman and embracing her. She shut the television off at that moment and did not turn it on again until recently when she turned it on once more to see Sam speaking at a press conference in Washington D.C. announcing he was the head of communications between the Autobots and the World Leaders.

"You look good in a suit." She commented, smiling again.

"Thanks. My girlfriend picked it out for me." He bragged. Mikaela shook her head slowly, sagging into the couch, "Sam, Lennox called me this morning. He said that they're holding a memorial service for Ironhide and the Twins. Optimus gave the okay that I could go but I wanted to make sure you didn't mind me showing up."

There was a pause on the other end of the line and a murmur of voices. Mikaela could imagine who he was talking to but pushed it out of her mind, waiting for him to give her the final word on whether or not she would be allowed to attend. Ironhide was a friend to her as well and she would honor his memory whether they permitted her on the site or not. She would linger outside of it and catch glimpses of it if she had to but so many Autobots had been sacrificed for their race's sake. She would honor them no matter how far out of contact they became.

"Yeah, sure, I don't mind. We're adults; we can handle it, right?"

Mikaela nodded, "Oh yes, of course. No awkwardness here. This is for Ironhide and the Twins, it isn't about us."

"That's right, it's not about us."

"Good…so I'll see you there then."

"Yeah! Yeah, I'll see you there."

She hung up first, sighing as she let her head fall back against the couch. For being the first time she talked to him since two years ago, she thought it went rather well. The jealousy was an issue but she knew how to suppress that. She held up her phone again, scrolling down through the numbers and dialing Lennox to confirm she was going. The soldier's voice on the other end was welcomed as she told him she would be there and he offered to send her a ride since she was one of the first friends of Ironhide since his arrival on earth.

After being told a time to expect her ride, she hung up with Lennox and pushed herself up straighter, picking up the newspaper showing Sam standing with the Autobots in front of the White House with the President and a few foreign diplomats standing with them. It seems that the Autobots were now considered a part of Earth and while the countries had leaders or diplomats, Sam would stand for the robots and make the communications between the officials since everyone knew he was their most trusted comrade.

Was Carly standing somewhere off of the photo looking on with other people at this moment? She shook her head, dismissing the green monster of jealousy and standing up; retreating to her room where she pulled her suitcase out from beneath her bed and started to pack for Washington. Whatever happens, she would be composed and deal with anything the Autobots might have held against her when she got there. It was pointless to worry about being rejected when Optimus had given his permission and no one ever challenged his word. Ever.


Morning came with a low rumble outside of the apartment complex. Mikaela was puzzled at the revving of an engine outside and went to the front door to find the source. She was surprised to see a familiar yellow Camaro sitting in the parking lot in front of her door. The sight of him thrilled her and she rushed outside to greet him but hallway through her jog she slowed to a stop, realizing the Autobot might not have shared the same feeling at their reunion. She stepped up in front of the car and slipped her hands into her pockets, looking at the windshield while the car idled before her.

"Hey Bee..." she greeted cautiously but as casually as she could muster. "You still angry with me?"

"Nah," the radio said, "I don't hate you…but it's been…really hard to…deal with it…all."

The familiar tuning in of different radio stations forming sentences with different voices drew a smile to her lips and she nodded, walking over and resting her hand upon the hood. "I'm sorry, Bee. Would you believe me if I said I did it for the best?"

"Well I may be off my rocker for saying this, but I believe ya." His radio quoted.

Mikaela turned and went back inside to grab her suitcase, shutting the door behind her and approaching the car, setting her things into the back seat and walking around to the passenger's side but Bumblebee held the door shut, opening the driver's side with an encouraging rumble. She grinned at the robot's memory and jogged around the front of the car; climbing in behind the wheel and wrapping her hands around it. "Thanks, Bee."

God it was good to be behind the wheel of a car for longer than three seconds. Mikaela recalled driving vehicles into the garage to work on them but they were never hers to drive. Bumblebee wasn't her car either, but here she was controlling the steering and pushing the pedal with her own foot while the car roared in approval with its computerized engine that practically made sweet music to her ears even when he used the radio to communicate with her during their drive. When she grew tired, Bee took over for her as a sort of hands free cruise control while she relaxed against the seat, checking out the changes in his interior since her last time inside. He updated himself with every passing year it seemed ever since people made fun of his previous 70's Camaro appearance. The muscle car look was good on him but she did think about his rusty faded body once in a while. That's where it all started after all.

"Whose gonna drive you home?" she sang quietly to herself but cut the words off when she was reminded of how tone deaf she sounded when she sang. "Sorry Bee, I'm drifting down memory lane, I think."

The radio scanned through and the song she had sung began to play as if the radio stations knew she would be thinking about it for him to find. The sound of the sappy old love song made her laugh and she stroked the passenger seat affectionately, patting it in gratitude while she shut her eyes and recollected that afternoon. She was walking along the side of the road after ditching Trent when he refused to let her drive and treated her like a trophy wife. She was striding home in a huff, annoyed and tired but within seconds Sam pulled up beside her in his "new" car with the coincidental song playing on the radio before she climbed in and Sam switched it off. It was amazing she still remembered it.

"Bee, how is he?"

The radio turned away from one song to another that started off with a whistle before the words began: "You know I can't smile without you…can't smile without you…"

Mikaela smacked the wheel and the car laughed with a sporadic buzzing sound and sped up a little more along the highway. "You're not funny." She said but smiled in spite of herself. "He's happy, isn't he? That girlfriend of his is pretty hot, so why wouldn't he be happy?"

The radio changed again, "Oh Marian, you had to go and get yourself kidnapped." Harrison Ford's voice grumbled through the speakers and Mikaela laughed.

"Oh come on, sometimes girls can't help it. It's hard to protect yourself from giant evil robots, Bee." Though she did want to chalk that up as Bee making a point, she never got kidnapped by the Decepticons. Sam was attacked by Megatron while she could only stand by and watch but she was never the one kidnapped. But Mikaela didn't know the story behind the kidnapping. The papers didn't cover that stuff. She only knew about it because the news mentioned it briefly before focusing on the couple's involvement in helping destroy the pillars with Optimus delivering the final blow. "You know what? You're right, she got kidnapped. But let's keep that between us." She nodded, frowning at the thought of the blond with the over-sized lips and thick neck. Well, Mikaela wasn't perfect but she could be a little mean to the woman she hadn't met yet in her own mind. She would play nice when they got there. "You like her too, Bee. Admit it."

Humming in response, the car slowed its pace a little and inclined the seat back for its human rider. She sighed, leaning back into it and staring up at the low ceiling. "Bee, I'm glad you're not pissed at me, but what about everyone else? I think everyone pretty much dropped me once Sam and I were done. You can't blame me for being scared if I ticked off several giant robots capable of stomping me into a grease stain, can you?"

Bumblebee offered a low rumble and she nodded her head a little, shutting her eyes. She didn't know if the sounds meant anything, but it sounded reassuring compared to the worries cluttering her brain. She knew that Wheelie and Brain wouldn't just watch her idly if they saw her around. They would definitely say something to her. Which was why it was a good thing she brought her torch lighter with her. Wheelie's eye may have been repaired but she could always take it out again.