I Think That Car Just Stood Up by

Summary: A very ordinary girl falls asleep on her bed and wakes up on top of a dumpster, surrounded by robots that are as big as buildings. And, well, it all just goes downhill from there. She's loud, she's perverted, she's cheesy, she's a little insane, and now, the fate of the world it partly in her hands. God help us all. Sam/Mikaela, VERY SLIGHT Simmons/OC, Lennox, Prime, Bumblebee centric. Gift-fic for Katty Noir, aka Katty Sherman. My THIRD story featuring this girl. I love her :)

Rating: T for action/SCI FI violence, language, Katty's pervy mind, and a lot of innuendos.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers the movie, any of the characters, any quotes/song lyrics, or the songs featured at the beginning of each chapter. Katty is owned by herself, I only own this renidition of the story. THIS IS THE DISCLAIMER FOR ALL FOLLOWING CHAPTERS.


Waking up at the start of the end of the world,
But it's feeling just like every other morning before,
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,
The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour
And I started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

Chapter One: Apparently, Large Robots DO Have a Sense of Humor

School had begun just over a week ago, and the joy of seeing my friends everyday again had yet to wear off. Being in school, and learning, and especially waking up early, though, was already loosing its novelty. I'd gotten back from London about two weeks ago, and after that, everything here seemed… tame. The soft, homely accents of the south had nothing on the eclectic mix of languages in London, although, don't get me wrong, I was very much in love with American accents.

As soon as the bell rang, I was off like a shot, jumping out of my seat and grabbing back pack and running by my locker, throwing in several books and taking several out. The bodies of my fellow teenagers pressed all around me, chattering and laughing and arguing, all excited to be going home for the weekend, making plans, talking, laughing-

I slammed the locker shut and winced at the clang it made as I pulled my keys out of my purse, swinging them around a couple of times as I pushed my way through the throng of teenagers, resisting the urge to jab some of them with my keys so they'd get out of my way, and finally pushed open the doors to be hit with a wall of sunlight and heat.

I stood outside the school, blinking for a moment in the bright light, before shaking my head and making my way down the sidewalk and to my car.

"Bye, Katty!" someone called and I turned around in the direction of the voice, giving a half-hearted wave. Not that I didn't love my friends, but I was ready to be left alone, to hole myself up with my family for the weekend and take a break from school and all the drama that came with it.

I was a very sociable person, I thought, as I climbed into the soft leather seats of the car my dad let me drive, but sometimes, I just wanted to get away from people; to be left alone and spend time with my family and draw and write and basically just escape from reality.

I turned the key and the engine revved to life. I winced as a blast of hott air whooshed out from the vents and spluttered, blinking rapidly and shaking my head, much like a cat.

"Blegh," I said intelligently, adjusting the volume on the radio, as I pulled out of the parking spot.

It was bout a two-to-three minute drive from the school to my house, including getting out of this insane parking lot. I lived close, about two miles away, which was both a blessing and a curse.

I pulled down the curvy driveway to my largish, gray brick house, seeing two of my siblings (I had three, all younger) kicking a soccer ball in the front yard. After parking in the driveway and turning the car off, I grabbed my backpack and my purse and climbed out of the car, being hit once again by that lovely wall of Tennessee heat and humidity. Fun.

After hanging the keys on the coat rack, I made my way upstairs, dropping my backpack on the floor and shutting the door as soon as I was in my room. I was exhausted. I stumbled to my bed and collapsed on top of my covers, flip-flops and glasses still on, arms outstretched, and was asleep within seconds.

-

When I woke up, I thought for about five seconds that I was dreaming as I blinked confusedly, brow furrowed, trying to make sense of my new surroundings. You see, I was no longer on my comfortable bed. I was on top of a dumpster, which was not nearly as comfortable. And definitely not where I wanted to be.

I blinked several times, staring up at the night sky in confusion. There were buildings rising in my peripheral vision, and the dumpster was digging up into my back. It hurt. How the hell did I get here? Kidnap? Sleep walking? The Lock Ness Monster?

Okay, this was pretty freaking weird.

I heard voices coming from somewhere to my left; very, very deep, very sexy masculine voices.

Instantly interested and instantly wary at the premise of guys, I rolled onto my side- and gasped in shock, my eyes widening to the size of plates from behind my glasses, and then, just to make the moment perfect, I fell off of the dumpster with a loud swear and a louder crash.

-

Optimus Prime stopped speaking at the sound of a quiet, human gasp. He looked up- well, up from Sam and Mikaela, at any rate, which was not up much for him- just in time to see a wide-eyed, bespectacled blonde female staring at him before she fell off of the dumpster she was standing on with a loud swear.

Optimus blinked as Sam and Mikaela whirled around and Ironhide rose out his arms out of reflex, cannons whirling.

"Wait," Optimus commanded him, staring at the place where the female had fallen. Seconds later, they saw a flaxen head rise from the ground, groaning and muttering some odd words as she clutched at her head.

"Well, goddammit, that freaking hurt, damn, ow-" she swore, rising unsteadily to her feet, clutching her head and shaking it. Optimus blinked again. She was small, even for a human, standing at least a head beneath the Witwicky boy.

The Autobots all exchanged a look. They seriously doubted this short human would be a threat, but now that she'd heard them and seen them- well, it didn't leave them with many options as to what to do with her.

"Are- are you okay?" asked Mikaela, and the other female's eyes swiveled to them.

"Holy crap," she said, her voice stunned, straightening up, revealing her true height- very short. Sam and Mikaela exchanged a glance and the shorter female pointed a quivering finger at the robots.

"Holy crap," she repeated, staring up at them, something like awe in her voice, but no fear. Optimus crouched down to her level in a fluid motion, staring her right in the eyes. She stared back at him, her odd blue eyes wide and not very threatened as she took a step forward.

"Are you real?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she reached out gingerly.

"It certainly feels that way," responded Optimus as the human's tiny, warm hands came into contact with the metal of his face, her eyes staring up at him with wonder and curiosity. Her mouth was curving up into a grin, revealing front teeth that were just a fraction bigger than her others. Optimus scanned her face quickly, comparing her with pictures of other human females.

She would be considered attractive, by humans. Not like the Banes female, but this girl's features were fairly consistent with the human equivalent of "beauty". Long lashes, full lips, blonde hair, and the mammary glands that most males considered attractive were quite large on this female.

His vision made a kind of graph of her face, imprinting it into his mind as the girl studied his face, too, imprinting it in a different kind of way.

"Prime, what's going on?" growled Ironhide. Bumblebee burst out into song.

"Can you feel the love tonight, the peace the evening brings-"

Jazz laughed loudly and the female in front of him grinned widely, her cheeks flooding with color, indicating that she was embarrassed, for some reason.

"What is your name?" Optimus asked her.

"Katty," she replied. "Katty Sherman."

"Katty could be short for Kathryn," announced Ratchet, also staring down at the tiny human. "Or Katrina, or a variation of Kate, Katie, Kaitlyn-"

"Dude," said the girl in amazement, backing up from Optimus and staring at Ratchet, her messy ponytail sliding down her back as she stared up at the enormous green medic.

Jazz moved forward, the smallest of the robots, still a good ten feet taller than her. She craned her neck back to look at him, a look of wonder and elation on her face.

"Why ain't ya surprised to see us?" he asked, and she gave a short, cackling burst of laughter, shoving her hands into the pockets of her pants.

"The girl's heart rate indicates that she is shocked to see us-"

"Really?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm that the Autobots didn't recognize as she turned an amused gaze on Ratchet. Sam and Mikaela did, though, and exchanged a smirking glance.

"I mean, y'all are just robots the size of freaking buildings that can talk, no reason to be surprised, right?"

"Her hormone levels also reveal that she is on what humans call her pre-menstrual cycle," said Ratchet matter-of-factly, tilting his head and blinking down at the girl. She gaped at him and Sam laughed. The girl turned to him for the first time, regarding he and his girlfriend with a curious blue gaze.

"Sam and Mikaela, right?" she said, her grin widening. Sam stopped laughing.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, his brow furrowing. Mikaela just looked at the shorter girl.

"It's a very long story," she replied, her eyebrows rising and a disbelieving grin spreading across her face. There was a whirring noise as Ironhide revved up his cannons in a not-so-subtle threat.

"We've got time," said Jazz.

The girl laughed, raising her hands in a placating motion as she turned back to the robots.

"No, believe me," she said, grin and eyes widening and eyebrows raising. "We don't."

"We can go through the formalities later," rumbled Optimus. "For now, we must go to the boy's house to retrieve the glasses."

He turned a majestic blue gaze on the grinning teenager before him.

"I'm sorry, but you must come with us."

"Prime-" began Ironhide is his grumble of a voice, but Optimus cut him off.

"No," he said, rising to his full height. "She knows too much."

The girl gave a cackle of laughter as the bots turned back into cars.

"Dude, if you knew what I knew, your shiny lil' heads would explode."

Bumblebee's doors swung open. Sam and Mikaela climbed in and Katty stood in the street, looking at the cars questioningly. Bumblebee's back door swung closed, then open again, the meaning clear: Get in.

With a squeal, she obliged.

-

This was, without a doubt, the nicest car I'd ever been in. I squealed under my breath, rubbing the smooth leather seats.

"This is so sweet," I muttered happily. Mikaela turned to look back at me, fixing me in her intimidating blue-gray gaze.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice flat and her face misleadingly blank. Sam twisted around to look at me too, and I resisted the urge to make a crack about Shia Labeouf being freaking gorgeous.

"I'm Katty," I said. She gave me a quick smile, one that didn't reach her eyes.

"I- I don't care about your name," she said, still smiling. I grimaced inwardly. "I wanna know how you know about them," she finished, gesturing at Bumblebee. On cue, the engine revved happily, and I couldn't resist patting the seat, which vibrated, and I giggled.

Sam stared at me. "Are you flirting with my car?"

Bumblebee burst out into song again. "Girl can't help it, girl can't help it-"

"Journey," I said, grinning. "Nice."

"Seriously," said Mikaela. "How do you know?"

"It's a movie," I said flatly, and they both just looked at me. "Well, comics and a TV show too, I guess, but this is definitely from the movie."

"Okay, then how come we've never heard of it?" asked Mikaela, her voice hard. I shrugged, the seatbelt chaffing my chest as my shoulders rose and fell. Lights flashed past us, illuminating Sam and Mikaela's faces before throwing them back into darkness. It was a little eerie and very exciting.

"Dude, and hour ago, I was napping, and when I woke up, I was on a dumpster and surrounded by humongous, sentient robots. Your guess as to what the hell is going on here is just as good as mine."

"Prove it," said Sam suddenly, and my gaze swiveled to him.

"What?"

"It was a movie, so you know what's gonna happen to us, right?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Prove it."

I looked at both of them, and they looked back at me, their faces hard. My eyes flashed to Mikaela.

"Your name is Mikaela Banes," I said, my voice hard, and something changed behind her eyes. "You dated an idiot named Trent."

I felt like Benjamin Linus.

I turned to Sam, who had something akin to disbelief on his face. "Who you made fun of at the lake, the night you got Bumblebee. Your best friend is Miles, and you have a Chihuahua named Mojo. Your parent's names are Ron and Judy, and you got Bumblebee at a dealership owned by a man named Bobby Bolivia."

I stared at both of them, eyebrows raised, cackling in my head, but poker-faced.

"Is that enough proof for you?"

"Winner by a knockout! Nice one, Doc," said a southern man's voice, coming out of Bumblebee's speakers. I squealed excitedly, loosing a bit of the mystique I'd just gained. "Now, maybe someone can tell me just who or what this sonova bitch is!"

"Lost?" I asked excitedly, and the engine revved.

"She's good." A random voice echoed around it, something from a movie I didn't know.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea," I grinned, before blanching and staring at Sam.

"Holy crap," I said. "I am flirting with your car."

Bumblebee hummed happily.

"Do you know what's gonna happen to us?" asked Sam. I glanced up at him, at his sweat and dirt-streaked face and his big eyes and crooked nose, and thought that my friend would already be making out with him if she were in my position.

"Yep."

"Do we live?" asked Mikaela, her voice quiet and tense. There was a moment of silence in which Bumblebee played the Twilight Zone theme, attempting to alleviate the tension. I was the only one who laughed.

"I can't tell you that," I said, still laughing a little, and Mikaela's eyes narrowed angrily.

"Why not-"

"Cause if I tell ya yer gonna live, yer gonna end up get cocky and gettin' yourself killed. It's just a lot easier for everyone involved if I just… keep my mouth shut," I said, knowing full well it was impossible for me to keep my mouth shut for any extended period of time.

They both looked at me, their gazes hard and curious.

"How old are you?" asked Sam.

"I'll be seventeen in November."

"So you're a junior."

"Yeah. You guys are too, aren't you?"

They nodded and we sat in silence for the last few minutes of the ride. We'd entered a pretty nice neighborhood, houses and streetlight flashing past us.

Bumblebee slowed before pulling into an alleyway behind a particularly nice house. Sam sighed warily, staring at the house as Bumblebee unbuckled us. I made to open the door, but it swung open before I could touch it. That was very weird.

"Thanks," I said to the yellow bot, who hummed happily.

Sam ran a hand through his short hair, staring at the house apprehensively as Mikaela watched him. The rest of the Autobots pulled up behind us silently, and I stared at them. It was hard not to.

"This is gonna be fun," said Sam.

"Try to not get too excited, there," I said, grinning, and he glanced at me.

"You don't know my parents."

"Actually," I replied, raising my eyebrows, "I do."

Bumblebee hummed the Twilight Zone song again.

-

Sam commanded Mikaela and I to stay behind and watch the Autobots to make sure they didn't do anything too crazy. As he ran off to deal with his dad, nearly panicking, Mikaela and I exchanged a look. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on Bumblebee's hood.

"He's pretty hott," I said to her, grinning, gesturing after Sam. "Nice job."

"Oh, we're- we're not dating," she said, shaking her head but smiling a little.

"But you like him, right?" I prompted, grinning, and she rolled her eyes, still smiling.

"I mean- a little, I guess."

"Ah-HA!" I crowed triumphantly, pointing a quivering finger at her. "You two are freaking adorable together."

Bumblebee played 'Can you feel the love tonight' again, making me cackle and causing Mikaela's grin to spread.

It was about then that Optimus began to transform, pieces of metal clicking and rotating and moving places, completely random but completely connected, too. Mikaela and I watched, my jaw dropped comically, her just looking on with mild curiosity and interest. Once he was upright, standing at least thirty or forty feet, the other robots transformed too. Bumblebee lifted his hood gently, propelling me away from him, before, in just a second or two, transforming into a robot four times my size.

"Jesus," I muttered, craning my neck and staring up at the robot. Bee crouched down and, with a finger the size of my arm, prodded me, very gently, in the stomach, head cocking to the side.

"Hey!" I laughed, poking his finger in retaliation. "What was that for?"

He winked at me as Optimus freaking stepped over some trees. I could almost see Sam freaking out.

Before I could move, Bee wrapped his fingers around me, very gently, before stepping into the Witwicky's yard, me held securely in his warm, metallic hand. My heart was pounding and I wrapped my arms around his thumb, my legs kicking in the air.

"This is so much fun!" I hissed at him excitedly, and he made an odd humming sound that might have been a laugh before kneeling down and peering around the side of Sam's house, me still in his hand. Sam gave us a panicked look and I waved at him and Bee shushed him. Sam turned his back to us, and we could hear him talking to his father, half-jokingly, his voice barely suppressing a fanatic urgency.

I flicked Bee's fingers as we waited.

Bee suddenly started waving his hand around, making a slashing motion across his throat- apparently the universal sign for "hey, idiots, knock it off!" I couldn't see what he was making this sign to, as I was being clutched in the hand that was slashing through the air, clutching onto his thumb and trying not to scream or whoop as I flew through the air.

Sam finished talking to his dad and all but ran out back, Bee following behind him as the Bots emerged from the trees and Optimus accidentally squashed the path Ron Witwicky had made. I stifled a cackle and Bee vibrated with mirth, making me giggle even harder.

"Sorry, my bad," said Optimus.

"Oh, I… you couldn't- you couldn't wait- couldn't wait for five minutes?" said Sam, gesturing wildly. "I told you just to stay! Just to stay! God!"

Mojo came darting out from the house, yapping wildly, and Bee clutched me a little tighter, as though the over-grown rat could be a threat. Mikaela ran out from the alley, sweaty and exhausted.

"I told you to watch them!" hissed Sam, running over to her and grasping her arms. Bumblebee and I exchanged a smug look as Mojo yapped.

"You know what, they seem to be in a little bit of a rush-"

"Oh, this is bad," groaned Sam. "No!" he moaned, eyes widening, as Mojo lifted a tiny leg and peed on Ironhide's foot. Bee shook with silent laughter and so did I, crossing my arms on top of his fingers and resting my chin on them, my legs still dangling about fifteen feet off the ground.

This was AWESOME.

"Mojo! Mojo, off the robot! God!" Sam said exasperatedly, darting over to Mojo and yanking him off the ground as Ironhide lifted his foot, grumbling.

"Oh, wet."

"No, no, no, no, no easy, easy!" he said, cradling the yapping dog to his chest. I was cracking up into my arm now, to stifle the sound, and Bee was shaking violently from the hilarity of it all. It must have looked odd; a tiny blonde human with glasses and a ponytail being held by an enormous, yellow robot, both of them shaking with poorly repressed laughter.

"Hold on, hold on!" said Sam quickly, trying to placate the giant robot. "This is Mojo, this is Mojo. He's a pet of mine-"

Ironhide's guns whirred to life, light emanating from them as they clicked and whirled, honing in on the tiny dog.

"He's a pet," said Sam, panicked, backing away from the cannons. "Okay? That's all- if you could just put the guns away-"

The other cannon came up. I was hitting Bee's fingers now, my ribs almost bursting from trying to remain quiet.

"Put the- put them away. Please-"

"You have a rodent infestation," growled Ironhide, his eyes- optics- narrowing as he regarded the yapping dog. I gasped with laughter, since my own father compared small dogs to over-grown rats on a regular basis. It was just too good.

"A what-"

"Shall I terminate?"

"No, no, no, no, he's not a rodent, he's a Chihuahua!" hissed Sam desperately as Mikaela ran up to him. "This is my- this is my Chihuahua," he said, pointing at the dog. "We love Chihuahuas, don't we?" he asked as he turned to Mikaela.

I gasped with laughter, my eyes watering. It was just too damn funny.

"He's leaked lubricants all over my foot!" rumbled Ironhide gruffly.

"He peed on you?"

"BWHAHA-" Bumblebee wrapped a shaking but gentle finger over my mouth and I simply sat in his hand, cackling into the warm metal, shaking and crying with hysterical laughter.

"He peed on you?" repeated Sam, after glancing at me. "Bad Mojo, bad Mojo-"

"Bad Mojo," grumbled Ironhide.

"I'm sorry, he's got a male dominance thing-" said Sam by way of explaining he's pet's reaction to the building sized robot, sending me into fresh gales of laughter. "That's all it is."

"My foot's gonna rust," growled Ironhide as the cannons retreated back into his arms.

"Alright," said Sam, darting between Optimus' feet. Bumblebee followed, moving closer to the rest of the bots, me beginning to retain control of my lungs in his hand. "Okay, okay-"

He shushed them all, loudly, as they clanked around Sam's yard.

"Shut up and go hide!" he hissed.

"Just hurry," said Optimus in his low, rumbling voice. Is it possible to be in love with a voice? Because I think I was.

Sam snuck into his house from the back, Mojo still clutched under his arm. Bee and Optimus peered into the house after him before Prime growled, "Autobots, recon."

Bee crawled under the porch hood, peering into the living room, me still clutched gently in his fist as we watched his parents.

"Bumblebee, the females should assist Sam," rumbled Optimus. Bee nodded and pulled back. Mikaela climbed onto Optimus' hand and he and Bee raised the two of us up to Sam's window.

"This is fun!" I hissed at her, and she grinned.

Sam stared at us from his room, panicked and horrified.

"What? What is this?"

"Time is short," said Optimus as Mikaela crawled off his hand and I jumped off of Bee's.

"Thanks, dude," I said to him, and he winked at me.

"They really want those glasses," said Mikaela.

"C'mon," groaned Sam, rushing forward to give Mikaela his hand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna help you," she said. I just stood by the window, grinning and watching them.

"Please hurry," said Optimus.

"Okay."

I watched as the two of them searched frantically for the bag and as Sam's hysteria slowly increased. Something I'd noticed was that, under stress, Sam grew more frantic and Mikaela slowly turned to ice. It was cool.

"Are you gonna help?" Sam asked, whirling on me, his wide eyes frantic. I shrugged.

"Wasn't planning on it."

They both stared.

We heard an odd noise, a very odd noise, and rushed to the window, and I snorted loudly. There, in the yard, were five very nice cars, just sitting there. A small smirk crossed Mikaela's face but Sam just stared down in horror.

"This is what happens when you try to hide thirty foot robots in your backyard," I said, grinning.

"No. No, no, no, no, no! This isn't hiding. This isn't hiding. This is my backyard, not a truck-stop! Oh God," he moaned, turning away from the window as Mikaela and I tried to stifle our laughter. "Oh."

A few more minutes of searching later, and Prime was back at the window. Resisting the urge to hit on the thirty-foot, million of years old robot, I instead nudged Mikaela and nodded at the window.

"Sam," she hissed. "He's back."

"Oh, no, I can't deal with this right now. What?" he hissed at Prime, reaching the window. Prime looked slightly taken aback.

"Those are my mother's flowers," said Sam, his voice a little hopeless.

"Oops," said Prime.

"Okay, listen. You gotta listen to me. If my parents come out here and they see you, they're gonna freak out. My mother's got a temper, okay?" He was half-pleading with Prime, leaning out of the window, giving us a very nice view of his butt, which Mikaela and I were both enjoying.

"Are you staring?" she hissed at me.

"Yeah," I said, grinning. "Aren't you?"

Lord, that boy was fine.

"Keep searching," said Prime, his voice frustrated and exhausted.

"I need you to be quiet for five minutes," pled Sam. "Ten minutes. Okay? Please, I'm begging you. You got to- you're making a racket. I can't- I can't concentrate. You want me to look and I'm hearing-"

"Calm down, calm down," interrupted Prime.

"You gotta do something here," said Sam, gesturing at the cars in his yard.

"Autobots, fall back," Prime commanded, turning away from the window.

"Thank you," said Sam. "Please, for five minutes."

The Robots made their way out, Ironhide shoving Ratchet playfully.

"He wants us to be quiet," one of them grumbled, right before Ratchet went crashing into the power lines.

Everything went black. Sam and Mikaela and I exchanged a glance that was two parts horrified and one part very, very amused. And then, out of nowhere, there was a bright, blinding like that made us all cringe and blink.

"Oh, shit," said Sam, beginning to frantically throw things around his room. "Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!"

There was a knock on the door and he turned to Mikaela and I, his face horrified.

"Hide!" he hissed, and we ducked under a table, breathing quietly, as we listened to his parents from outside the door.

Sam opened the door as Ratchet turned his light away.

"What's up?" Mikaela and I heard Sam ask, his voice very casual and unconcerned.

"What's with the bat?" he asked.

"Who were you talking to?" came his father's voice.

"I'm talking to you."

"Why are you so sweaty and filthy?" asked his mother and Mikaela and I exchanged a glance.

"I'm a child. You know, I'm a teenager."

"We heard voices and noises and thought maybe you were-"

"It doesn't matter what we thought-" interrupted the father. "What was that light?"

They argued for a few minutes and Mikaela frowned and I grinned when Sam's mother brought up masturbation. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

There was another rumble as Optimus tried to hide and I grabbed Mikaela's arm in shock.

"We heard you talking to somebody, Sam, we wanna know who-"

Mikaela and I exchanged yet another glance, knowing that we would be discovered soon, thinking better now than never.

"Mom, I told-"

We stood up, and his parents stared at us, drop-jawed.

"Hi. I'm Mikaela. I'm a… I'm a friend of Sam's from school."

"I'm Katty," I said, grinning, and offered no explanation as to how I knew Sam. There really wasn't one. Judy was grinning excitedly, shaking Sam's arm and giggling.

"Gosh, you're gorgeous," she said, smiling from ear to ear. Sam stared at us unhappily, looking like a kicked puppy. It was a little too adorable.

"Aren't those just the prettiest girls?" Judy asked her husband, still grinning. Ron gave us an appraising gaze before grinning at Sam, too.

"They can hear you talking, Mom," mumbled Sam as his dad pounded his fist.

"Thank you," said Mikaela graciously, smiling politely.

"Thanks," I said, grinning like a shark.

"Oh! I'm sorry that you had to hear our little family discussion about-"

"Sorry we're bugging you-"

"Do you have my backpack?" interrupted Sam, not meeting Mikaela's eyes or mine.

"Oh! It's in the kitchen!"

Sam and Mikey and I all but flew down the stairs and into the kitchen, the parents following behind us, uncertain as to what was going on. Sam skidded to a halt in the kitchen, reaching over a bowl of apples to his backpack, digging vigorously through it before finally producing the glasses. I went to the bathroom.

"Your mom's so nice," said Mikaela, grinning, as we reached him.

"I love your family," I informed him, feeling much better after using the bathroom.

"I want you two to distract my parents while I slip out and give these glasses to them, okay?"

But there was no distracting needed, because at that moment, the doorbell began ringing, and it didn't stop. The three of us straightened up, staring in the direction of the living room. A wide, probably frightening grin spread over my bespectacled face and I fought very, very hard not to squeal.

"Simmons."

TBC...


"How Far We've Come" by Matchbox Twenty

A/N: So, another story featuring Katty Sherman. :) This story, though, features the REAL version, in all her pervy, crazy goodness, instead of the half crazed, gun weilding warrior woman that I created off of just a name. I'm having so much fun writing this, let me tell you. And seriously, Simmons guuuuh.

I've already got most of this written, so I'll upload chapter two once I get a few reviews. (not so subtle hint, btw :)). If you like LOST or King Arthur, go check out all my other stories!

Love, Sarah