CHAPTER 1

How did this always seem to happen around Sam?

It wasn't the first time Mikaela wondered this, thoughts frantic as she attempted to find a source to blame, somewhere to turn her worry and fear that was so strong it practically sickened her, and make it anger so she could get payback on the unknown force that pushed Sam into these dangerous situations.

She had known Sam Witwicky since their elementary school days. Truthfully she didn't exactly 'know' him until the day he had picked her up in Bumblebee and she had been forced out of her comfort zone to socialize with someone that wasn't 3/4ths muscle and 1/4 testosterone. He was the opposite of who she kept to, even as children. Sam had always been skinnier than other boys, had always been easy to cry and easier to push over, though despite this he had always had that sharp tongue and stubborn personality that had gotten him into trouble his whole life.

Mikaela remembered as children, trouble always seemed to find him. From bullies, to accidents, any form of trouble followed him. Now as a young adult it grew with him, going from simple beatings and jests from jocks to large robotic aliens trying to kill him for a map that had been imprinted on his great grandfathers glasses. It had almost killed him, she thought, and once he had recovered she had settled to break it off with him, convinced that it was not the relationship she saw working-especially since Sam needed protecting. She always wanted to find a man who could one up her, be just as ruthless and loving, not treat her delicately but not leave her helpless if in need.

She thought of how she had tried many times to break it off, but found herself unable to during those long summer days before Sam left for college. But she was glad she had spent so much time, even sometimes tense, with the brunet boy.

It had been a front row seat to see who truly owned the boys heart,after all, even if he didn't see it. His cluelessness in it all was adorable.

After he had thrust the Allspark into Megatrons chest, which had done' something' to him. She could sense it-and had been surprised when none of the autobots had voiced sensing the same. One night alone, Sam had mentioned something, but then had waved it off and refused to bring it up again.

Ignoring it she tried to be there for Sam while he worked through his difficult complex life. That was when a shard of the Allspark had fused with him the day he left for college.

Worried, Mikaela had went straight to his college, and only forgot momentarily for her worry for him when seeing him supposedly about to make out with a hot blond.

She knew it wasn't his fault. Sam was loyal, more so than she had been and she knew it, but she had directed all her frustrations in trying to leave the stubborn boy that summer into that one incident and left him.

Unfortunately what ever the ill ridden fate was that loved to follow Sam had spiked that night and it ended up the decepticons had tried sawing into his brain before Optimus Prime and Bumblebee had thankfully rescued them while she had stood off to the side feeling absolutely useless and frightened.

The night Optimus had died, and they had been hiding in some ruins of an abandoned building, she had tried to be there for Sam and had been surprised at his lack of response. It was the first time he had not sought after her arms, and had instead went to Bumblebee voicing his fear his friend now hated him.

It stung clearly in her mind, and lightened her heart as if telling her everything would be okay. The large yellow autobot had turned sad electric blue optics to Sam and had declared quite lovingly that Sam was his most important person. She wanted to know if Sam understood the level that Bee had said that on, but with everything that had been going on there really wasn't much time to talk about it.

But she remembered he had slipped away from sleeping with her under the stars to climb into the camaros back seat to sleep for the night.

It had been after he had died, after she had declared her love for him-she would have said anything for him to come back-, and after arriving back in America that she had firmly decided to break up with him.

They had road back in a tense silence and then at arriving at her house she had explained to him they couldn't be together.

He at first had cried, nodding silently and she had reached out to pat him, before deciding otherwise and going inside not looking back to watch the camaro speed away.

It had taken a week before that first tentative phone call. Awkward apologies, long silences had followed, and then someone said something and they were both laughing-she couldn't remember at what.

A few days later they went to hang out, and she had been surprised at the changed Sam. He was still sweet, still a bit quite, but she had sensed something different. And, later, Bee had agreed with her. Something about Sam was changing.

She had made him promise that if it got too bad he would have Bumblebee take him to Optimus to have Ratchet do a diagnostic on him. He agreed,but she should have known he was had been extremely tired since returning from Egypt, and sometimes rubbed at his chest, and joints as if in a mild pain. She was going to have a serious talk with him about it, wanting to know what was going on.

This is how they got into this situation. Secrets. Mikaela knew, as any woman knew quite well, secrets just equaled up to trouble. And with Sam, trouble seemed to come in the form of towering 20 story sized evil robots from outer space.

Squealing down the road she looked in the cracked mirror of the motorcycle making sure that the Decepticons were not following her. They had gave chase for about a mile before seemingly halting their efforts. She knew that had been a choice on their part-if they wanted to they could have killed her within a minute.

Ignoring the burn in her arm, which was barely keeping a grip on her motorcycle handle sticky with blood, she forced her vision to stay on the road. She needed Bumblebee. Both her and Sam had convinced him to take a night off saying they needed a night out together to strengthen their new relationship status as friends. It hadn't been a complete lie, it was hard to find footing when around the other constantly. Nothing against Bee, but she had wanted some breathing air to talk freely with Sam. Grudgingly Bumblebee had admitted he had been avoiding Ratchets checkup appointments, to which she watched in amusement as Sam chewed out a giant robot that towered several stories above him successfully making the yellow bot cringe. Sam apparently inherited his mothers temper and ability to chew out a god if he had to.

Bumblebee had ejected a small deceive from his arm, about the size of a dinner plate, before making it shrink down so that it was the size of a human palm. He had looked to Sam, saying gravely that if anything were to happen to push the button that lay in the middle of the yellow metal piece.

Sam hadn't even been able to reach for it when the attack had happened.

Before she knew it, he was throwing it to her with amazing accuracy, shouting for her to get help. She had nodded, seeing him run at a fast pace-even for him. When had Sam become so fast? She thought dimly, and when had he been able to throw anything with accuracy much less more than 20 feet away?

All but one decepticons had followed him,Barricade seeming to favor chasing her until she supposed he bored himself of the chase and he wasn't in her rear view mirror any longer.

Steadying her uninjured hand on the bike, she reached back with her bloody arm-not wanting to even think about the extent of the damage it had received- and gingerly pushed the button that was in her pocket with her knuckles. She was unsure if her fingers still had the dexterity to reach in the pocket and press the button. She didn't want to think about it.

She kept driving, until she felt herself loose control and flip off the highway onto the side of the road.

And that was were the Autobots found her, breathing shaky, multiple wounds littering her body. Ratchet demanded bringing her to base immediately for care.

Faintly Mikaela heard Bumblebee desperately searching the area for Sam, his Sam. Using the last of her energy she cracked open her one eye that would and lifted her hand-amazed at how that small gestured was able to gain the attention of the giants.

"T-they got him. At t-the park. De-decepticons,"she breathed in shakily flopping her hand down and her eye closed,"He-he was different. We didn't tell y-you. S-sorry."

And Mikaela passed out, more willing to do so as the feeling of tears pushed passed her lids.

The newest development of the autobots story on Earth had just begun.

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Heartspin:Hey so waddjya think? I had to have another version of my whole BXS relationship and this is another one of the stories I am writing for this couple. Lemme know what you think. As always, reviews are the fuel to my creative flame.

I know this chapter wasn't much, it was just there for clarification on the goings on and the slight change that I am working up to-which yes is BotSam.

Well hope you enjoyed!=)