A/N: I own nothing, except perhaps the slightly modified plot, Evie and a few other OC's dotted throughout the story and whatever fluff gets thrown around at alarming rates. I'd like to begin by saying My plan is to do all three movies, with time in between each to sort of buffer the huge time skips and you know...add more awesomeness. Lets face it, the movies we're pretty confusing and fast paced. Who doesn't want more Bumblebee love? or explanations about awkward things for Prime's sake.
Consider this a Semi-reboot, and I pray you enjoy it. I'll be interlacing lots of Transformers stuff from different sources, adding my own spin and by the love of coffee, Sam and Mikaela are gonna stick it out and end up back together no matter what. ( no offense to any Carly lovers, but two movies of those two and then a new female lead was a killer- plus she was a tad bit annoying.) Any other couplings will be announced later, but I'm leaning towards Bee/Evie...
Genesis
By Huldra Nix
There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.
-Alphonse De Lamaratine
The California sun heated her pale skin uncomfortably even as she fanned herself with a paperback book furiously. 'Sam, hurry up, I'm dying here!' she heaved a forlorn sigh and pushed her sun glasses to the top of her head. "Uncle Ron, can we please put the AC on?"
Today was an bad day to wear a black shirt, even if it did hang off one shoulder.
"That's a waste of money Evie, do you know how much gas it takes to run the Air conditioner? Gas just isn't the price it used to be." Ron Witwicky complained even as he wiped a bit of sweat from his balding head. "You should have worn sun screen." He noted, poking one of her cheek bones. "You're turning a bit pink."
"Aunty is right, you are pretty cheap." Evie clicked her tongue, ignoring his sunscreen comment as she gave her eyes a good rolling. "I can't believe Sam is already seventeen! I feel like it was just yesterday that I was driving him around and giving him advice about girls." which he ignored eighty percent of the time to her equal amusement and chagrin. 'I'm think I'm sort of going to miss chauffeuring him…' Remembering that doing so meant Miles tagging along dried the thought up quickly though.
"That was yesterday," Ron snorted, adjusting his rear-view mirror. "Think he got all three A's?"
"Touché…Sam's smart- and desperate for that car, so probably." Evie paused, rifling a hand through her hair; the golden strands caught the sunlight as she idly checked the ends for damage. "Oh, we're about to find out, because here he comes." She stated, dropping the hair and waving energetically. "Hey Sammy!" She cooed, beaming at him brightly. To her, he was and always would be the little brother she never had but wanted.
Sam groaned, throwing his head back. "What are you doing here? And don't call me that Va-nes-sa." He stressed the name in warning, watching as her nose crinkled in distaste. "Get in the back." He shooed her with the papers in his hands.
"Don't call me that! You know how I feel about that name..." She squinted her blue-green eyes to get a good look at the papers he was holding. "And miss the face of my Favorite guy's face when he gets his first car? I think not! Ooh I see an A-!" She sang, climbing into the back seat.
"There better be two more A's in there." Ron called, holding his hands out to see the proof.
"Two A's and an A-! So now, about that car dad…" Sam said rubbing his hands together as a grin grew across his face from ear to ear. He settled into the passenger seat and buckled himself in; his whole being was humming with pride and excitement. 'This is it.' He thought eagerly. 'This is the beginning of my adult life.' And he could not wait for it.
Ron shifted the car into drive, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, settle down…" he wondered where they got all their energy from, but then he thought of his wife and it all made sense. 'That woman is crazy.' And he loved her for it, usually.
The drive from his high school and out to where the car dealerships had to be the longest ride he'd ever taken, and it was only made worse by his Cousin's overly quiet behavior. When he turned back to look at her, all he got was an eye full of the paperback she was reading. "New book?" She was more than halfway through it.
"Uh-huh, I just got it this morning." Evie mumbled, turning a page and then another under a minute. "It's about Anthropological science fiction. It's actually pretty bland-not what I thought it would be at all." But it was something to read, and she was never picky about that. "Want to read it when I'm done?"
Sam shook his head furiously. "Sounds way to Academic for me, not everyone is a genius who can get into med school at age 16." for the life of him, he couldn't understand why she had to set the hurdle so damn high for everyone else in the family. It just wasn't normal, but hell he wasn't above reaping the benefits of having an on call doctor.
"It wasn't as great as you make it sound." Evie scoffed, shutting her book with a quick snap. "It was awful, all the staring and the rude people…I had no social life." Not much had changed to be honest.
"Getting a full free ride to one of the top medical schools in the United States? Cry me a river." Ron mumbled, wishing her ingenuity had rubbed off on his own kid just a little bit. He sighed dreamily at the thought of all the free money he could have been raking in.
"And yet, for all that education she's 21, and crashing at our place like a homeless person." Sam smirked, turning his head to glance into the back seat. "Oh come on, don't pout! Don't give me that face." The face where her eyes got all big and watery and her bottom lip tucked into a full blown sad face. "You know we love having you stay with us." And that was the truth. She was the closest thing he ever had as a sibling, and when she left for college he thought he'd die of boredom- or loneliness.
She'd been a part of his household life for three years, living with him, eating breakfast across from him, laughing and crying with him and at him and all of a sudden she just left one day for college way earlier then anyone had ever expected. It left an empty, vacant spot in his life. He never wanted to feel that way again.
"You're just saying that." Evie sniffled melodramatically, tilting her head up towards the sunny sky. "There's nothing great about being around me at all.
"Oh that's not true, I mean you helped me with my homework, and drove me places, and you make some pretty damn swanky food." Sam grinned, peering into the backseat.
"That's true." Ron agreed, nodding his head. "Not to mention the stitches after he wiped out on that skateboard you saved us a fortune. Speaking of food, you wanna cook tonight?" he asked hopefully.
Even though she was smiling, she couldn't help but play it up "Oh, I see how it is with you guys! Use me and abuse me. That's cold." She sighed, placing a hand over her head. "But…Since I love you all so…I guess I can take it, and no way! I made breakfast today, it's your turn."
"It was worth a try." Ron said, shaking his head. It looked like he would be grilling tonight. "Alright, I've got a little surprise for you Son!" He slowed down, taking a turn.
"What kinda surprise?" Sam asked suspiciously, his brows knitting in confusion.
The forest-green vintage car they were driving in pulled into a Porsche dealership, the shiny newly painted cars gleaming brightly. "A little surprise..." Ron said, snickering under his breath.
"No. No, No, No!" Sam punched the air excitedly, the Auto-magazine he'd been flipping through idly was pressed to his lips, fighting to hide the grin slapped across his face. "Dad, you gotta be kidding me!"
Ron laughed so hard he nearly drove them off the road. "I am! There is no way I'm buying you a Porsche! What are you, crazy?" a few more words followed, broken by his uncontrollable laughter.
The giggling in the back seat only incensed him more. "You two think this is funny? It's not!"
Amused that he even fell for such a setup Evie rolled her eyes. "I think you forgot who your dad was for a minute there Sammy, besides, who wants a Porsche anyways?" She preferred cars with character and history. 'That's why I have a 1981 CJ-7 Jeep.' And she loved the damn thing no matter how much gas it guzzled. It would take her just about anywhere she wanted to go, and the new paint job it was getting as they spoke was a testament to her adoration.
"Who doesn't want a Porsche? Besides you Evie. You're taste in cars in subject at best anyways. You own a BEAST." Sam complained still aching for one of the shiny, sleek, and hot off the line cars. "I don't even want to talk to you for the rest of the ride." He scowled towards his fathers. "That was not a funny joke at all." But Ron Witwicky was still yucking it up.
"That's only because you couldn't see your face! It was just a little practical joke." Ron chuckled, driving across the street. "I didn't think you'd be so sensitive."
"Don't worry, I'm sure we're going someplace decent." Evie patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. Unfortunately they pulled into the rather tacky lot of the place her uncle was planning to purchase a car from and she winced just a tiny bit. 'Oh boy…' Anything from this place was probably a disaster waiting to happen. 'Guess I'm gonna eat those words now…"
Sure enough, as soon as he laid eyes on the establishment Sam all blew up in the typical fashion. "Decent? Decent?! This is not decent!" Sam groused climbing out of the car, staring askance at the creepy, sweaty clown standing across the lot. "Here? What is this? You said half a car not half a piece of crap!" He accused, turning on his father.
Smiling sheepishly, Evie gave a delicate shrug. "I underestimated his cheapness." She said, falling back on her Uncle's legendary money grubbing ways, besides she couldn't always be right. "Be happy he's fronting you the other 2 thousand to begin with. Wheels are wheels." She chided, voice soft.
"At least someone knows how to be grateful. Why don't you take more after your cousin once in a while?" Ron shook his head, slinging an arm over his nieces shoulder. "Have I mentioned how much I love you today?" he asked the petite blond, ignoring the eye rolling his son was giving them.
"Ooh…Only after you ate all the bacon I made for breakfast. But I don't mind hearing it again." Evie teased, nudging the rotund man in the ribs. 'God I love this family.' She thought, her heart swelling with the feeling just a bit. They were crazy, loud and a little bit out there, but as sweet and supportive as one could ever hope for. She didn't know what she'd have done if they hadn't of come along when they had.
Ever the dramatist Sam carried on, shaking his hand at the row of cars in front of him. "Do you remember the movie, 'Forty Year old Virgin? That's this car here," he said, pointing at a dark green car to his left. "And this is one," He shook the flat of his hand at a white one "Is Fifty Year Old Virgin, do you want me to live that life, hmm?" Sam shuddered just thinking about it. 'At this rate Mikaela is never going to notice me.'
Ron tsked, shaking his head. "When I was your age I would have been happy with four wheels and an engine, besides no sacrifice…-"
"No victory, No-I got it! The old Witwicky motto..." Sam couldn't count the times he had to hear the damn thing. 'This is not turning out like I had hoped.' He sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Mumbling to herself Evie uttered a quiet, "I really don't think a car is going to have a huge impact on your virginity." A cool car wasn't going to make him any less sweaty or nervous around pretty girls. 'Honestly, that boy sweats like a pig when he gets all stressed.' And he always got stressed when it came to the opposite sex. 'Especially that Mikaela.' He'd had a crush on the dark haired girl since first grade and she still had no idea he even existed.
'Besides if having a nice car gets a girl to sleep with you, you really don't want to be sleeping with her in the first place.' Anybody that easy to get with was probably nasty anyways.
"You just wouldn't understand it's like a guy thing." Sam's hackles rose defensively. Trent had a cool car and Mikaela was head over heels for him. It wasn't a stretch to think if he had some hot wheels she'd notice him too.
"I'll take your word for it Sammy." Evie smiled blithely, glancing around at the cars dotting the lot. 'So glad I got out of high school early.' At least she was most of the time.
The car dealer came out wearing a hideous Hawaiian shirt. "Ladies, Gentlemen- Bobby Bolivia, like the country-without the runs!" He called clamoring down the steps to meet them.
Evie glanced around at Ron and Sam, eyes brows arched high as if to say 'Seriously?' Her thoughts seemed to be echoed on their own faces.
Still Ron accepted the overly eager hand shake Bobby Bolivia him "How can I help you?" The dealer asked, eyes a gleam.
"Well, my Son here is looking to buy his first car." Ron wasn't going to say it, but he was proud of his son, it seemed like just yesterday he was toddling about. 'Kids grow up so fast.' The thought brought with it equal parts relief and regret.
"And you came to see me?" Bolivia asked, flattered and all too eager to make a sale.
'You sound way too surprised.' Evie thought, watching the as Sam glanced off to the side miserably.
"I Had to." The teenage boy mumbled miserably and with no small amount of exasperation.
"That practically makes us family, call me Uncle Bobby B- baby!" The ridiculously dressed man said, holding out his hand to shake Sam's.
"Sam." Said the boy who was still not impressed but shook the proffered hand politely none the less.
"lemme talk to you." Bobby said, tucking the boy under his arm as he guided them around the lot. "Sam, your first enchilada of freedom is waiting somewhere under one of these hoods."
"Enchilada?" Evie mouthed to the heavens, nearly choking on her own spit to keep from laughing too hard. To her right she spotted an ostrich in cage and she nearly died a little on the inside. 'This place is as wacky as they come. It was borderline hill-Billy amusement park. 'Aunt Judith is going to get a riot out of this.' She literally had to walk away when the dealer started talking about his mammy before she busted a gut laughing.
She caught sight of a bright yellow Camaro sitting next to an extremely faded yellow bug. "This isn't bad." She mused to herself. "Actually, you look pretty fantastic, even with the faded paint." It practically looked like a dream compared to most of the things on the lot. It was a bit rusted in some places, but it had charm to it.
The tips of her fingers ghosted along the hood, tracing patterns in the dust and grime. "Racing stripes are pretty sexy." She hummed to herself.
The Camaro's hood trembled under her touch and worriedly she drew her fingers away, wondering if there was something wrong with the frame work. "That didn't seem good." Evie sighed, glancing at the car pensively. Still, she really liked it, and she had a feeling Sam would too. Running her hand along the side, she pulled open the door and slid inside, taking a good look around. The leather seats were a bit beat up and had a Retro feel to them, but what really got her interest was the Bee shaped Air freshener. The grumpy slated eyed it sported bearing down at her.
"Bee-otch? Cute." She giggled, giving it a little tap. There was no smell coming off of it, but a good essential oil soak would fix that up quick. It'd be a total waste to just throw it out and buy a new one anyways. "I want one for my car…" And the little disco ball was pretty swanky in her humble opinion. The lion bobble head on the other hand could go, it looked sad and dirty.
Running her hands over the steering wheel, she took notice of the grim caked in the middle, and wiped it away. 'A little greasy…' She thought, cocking her head to the side when she caught sight of the strange marking emblazoned on the metal plate in middle. "Must be custom…" It looked a bit like a face, but not quite a human one. "Hey Sammy!" Evie called, hanging out the window. "Come look at this one!"
The moment he set eyes on the car she could tell he was interested. 'Read you like a book...' Evie thought fondly, climbing over into the passenger seat preemptively.
"This one isn't bad." Sam admitted running his hands over the roof. "It's got racing stripes." Girls were a sucker for those.
"Yea it's got Racing stri-" Bobby paused, confusion leaking into his voice. "What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car….Manny, what is this? Check this car out!" The Hispanic attendant seemed just as confused and began shouting gibberish as Sam slid into the driver's seat.
"Feels nice." Sam whispered, nodding his approval.
"I knew you would like it." Evie stated, smiling softly as she patted him on the cheek. "It just feels right, huh?"
Sam nodded, glancing at the symbol in the middle of the steering wheel. "Yea…" something was just calling to him, shouting to him really.
"How much?" Ron asked, glancing at the faded yellow paint.
"Well, considering the Semi-Classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and custom pain job…" Bobby began to explain, hanging around the passenger side window way to close to Evie's personal space in the girl's humble opinion.
"Yea but the paint, It's faded!" Sam snorted, hardly believing what he was hearing. 'No way is he going to jack up the price.'
"But it's custom." Bobby Bolivia repeated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Its custom faded?" Sam's voice rose in pitch and Evie flinched at the noise.
Sam always got his dander up so easily- probably a trait for his mother's side of the family, but Evie liked to think she was a little…calmer than the two of them. '...Most of the time.'
"It's your first car, I wouldn't expect you to understand." Bolivia snapped back, turning to Ron. "Five grand."
"Nah! Not paying over four." Ron shook his head. "Sorry." He added apologetically, looking at the cars behind him. Either the price would come down, or Sam would have to pick a different car. Still, he wasn't going to look the boy in the face just yet so he could avoid the guilt gnawing at him.
"Kids, get out of the car." Bolivia demanded, slapping the edge of the car window next to Evie's head.
Evie scowled, number one the guy made the mistake of referring to her as 'Kid.' And he'd all but ordered her to get out of the car. 'I'm an adult damn-it!' So what if she had a baby face and barely reached 5'1. Just to be spiteful she crossed her arms and remained sitting even as Sam got out of the car bitterly griping about how Bolivia had told him cars chose their owners. Even the jape about Ron's legendary cheapness could not assuage her. 'What an asshole…'
"Now this one over here for four G's is a beaut." Bobby Bolivia spoke, tinkering around with the yellow bug right next to her. No one was really listening though.
Idly, she considered putting the last thousand down for the car herself. It'd be a good present and bribe material. "Sam, if you really want it, I'll put the last thousand down." She offered, ducking her head to see him outside the driver's window. Sam turned to look at her, his whole face aglow until his dad dashed his dreams to smithereens.
"No-no, Principles Evie, it's about principles. Four thousand was the agreement." Ron interjected, holding up a hand to stave off any arguments she might offer, he wanted his son to learn good values and responsibility. He wouldn't be able to do that if someone bailed him out of everything. "There's a fiesta over there if you want to look at it Sam. Its got racing stripes." It was a peace offering that did nothing to mollify his son.
"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes..." The disappointment on his face was killing her.
Sam climbed out of the car and shut the door. Watching with wide eyes as the whole car gave a jerk, and popped open the door his cousin had been leaning on.
The poor girl was nearly dumped out onto the pavement, but she had enough sense to grapple onto the dashboard even in her surprise The heavily faded car next to her was slammed in the door, nearly tipping Bobby Bolivia onto his ass. "Oh my god." She whispered, holding her hands up. "I had nothing to do with that, I swear." But she was a tiny bit glad it happened. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy though." She whispered under her breath.
"Its fine, it's fine." Bobby laughed awkwardly and began screaming for Manny and his cousin to bring a sledge hammer to knock the dents out. "How about that one over there?" he suggested, pointing across the lot. "That one's my favorite drove all the way from Alabamy!"
A strange garbled sound came through the radio, startling Evie out of the mental tirade she was launching against the dealer. 'Engines not even on…' She didn't know much about cars, but she knew enough to know that radios didn't play if the power was off, and the dials were turning, tuning through the stations.
"What the hell…" The dark haired blonde whispered to herself, unable to do anything but stare and flinch when the noise grew in volume and sound became painful to the ears. "Ow…" She had no choice but to cover her ears in an attempt to ward the noise off just as the windows of every car in the lot blew out, sending shards of glass everywhere.
'Well, every car except this one.' Evie corrected her mouth slightly agape in wonder and horror. "You might be pretty, but I think you have some major glitches." She tsked, tapping a chastising finger against the dashboard.
It seemed like the destruction of every car in his lot was all the incentive Bobby Bolivia needed to lower the price, in fact the man was out right desperate to be rid of the people and car that had darkened his dealership. The papers were signed, the keys turned over and Sam was the new and extremely proud owner of a 1977 Camaro, completely and totally unaware that fate was weaving a web all around him.
He had wanted a new beginning to mark his ascent into adult hood and he was going to get the ride of his life, but for now, blissfully unaware as he was Samuel James Witwicky simply settled into the driver's seat, his hands roving over the steering wheel eagerly. "Oh yea." The keys in his hand were warm from how tightly he'd been gripping them and he took a deep breath before sliding the heavily scored metal into the ignition and turning them.
The engine roared to life like music to his hears, the power flooding through the cars frame as he revved the engine boisterously. Even with the smoke spewing out the exhaust the moment was beautiful. "Hey Evie! Want a lift home?" Sam offered with a grin, inching the car closer to her and beckoned her with one hand. "Mi car es su car."
"It's actually 'Carro.' You should know that living in California." Evie corrected, pointing a disappointed finger at him as she absently waved a farewell to her uncle with the other hand. "I'll ride with you, but you're gonna regret saying that." She teased, opening the passenger side door and shutting it rather gingerly, worried that it would have another door spasm. Blessedly nothing happened so she put the incident out of mind. "Stop by the coffee shop and buy me a Frappuccino, pretty please?"
Sam grunted, thumping the back if his head against the headrest. "I said car, not money! and secondly I have no money. I am flat broke…actually about that thousand dollars…still on the table?" Evie snorted, raising her brows at him as if to ask him if he was joking or not. "Nope? I thought not." He sighed, hoping that he got another stroke of luck and his e-bay page had been hit up.
"I'll treat." Evie offered sweetly, a devilish smile gracing her naturally sweet face. "But you'll owe Me." She sang, twirling some hair around her finger. She may have looked all candy coated and delicate but she could be a devil like most of the women from his mother's side of the family.
"When don't I?" Sam asked, wondering to himself. No matter how annoying she could be he wouldn't trade her for the world. She'd saved him from a lot of face poundings over the years—unlike Miles who often incurred more for him.
Evie shrugged, conceding his point humbly. "I do take excellent care of you, don't I?" she preened and patting him on the head fondly. Ignoring the fact that Sam was rolling his eyes at her overly fond gesture, she focused on turning her attention to tuning the radio. Evie fiddled with the dials searching for a decent station, but the radio frequency was a bit temperamental and it took a while to find one. After a few moments she came across a grainy one, fact paced song came through.
" I've been looking for you forever baby we go
Together baby we go, we go." The heavily Auto-tuned voice sang out, accompanied by a jaunty club beat.
"So hows it feel to have your first enchilada of freedom?" Evie busted out laughing, pillowing her face into her elbow. She was going to be bringing that up for days.
"Pretty tasty." Sam bit back a snicker. "I kinda feel bad about all his windows though. What the hell was that about?"
Shrugging her small shoulders, Evie stared at the radio for a few moments. "Dunno, lucky break I guess? " She briefly entertained the thought that the Camaro might be haunted, because despite her I.Q she was highly superstitious.
"You think there's something wrong with it?" Sam asked, his voice edging on over protective. The car was already his baby.
'Boys and their toys.' Evie sighed, flipping her hand through the air as if to whisk away his question. "No no, but the whole door thing was pretty weird...and the radio?"
Despite Sam's insistence that the Camaro was simply sensitive or something as equally ridiculous, Evie couldn't shake the feeling that lingered over her bones. The feeling wasn't new to her, it always came around when something big was about to happen, and big usually meant bad.
In the next chapter, we get some Bumblebee perspective, whose excited for that? Its going to be an interesting challenge to write for sure. Also, finding songs for Bee is probably one of my favorite things about writing this.
Song List:
"Finally Found you"- Enrique Iglesias
