(AN)- Welcome to my first ever fanfiction. I hope you enjoy the story I plan on weaving, and reviews are most welcome. Thanks for reading.

Sour Grapes

Chapter 1-A Cloudy Sky

"Mr. Prime. I trust you are enjoying your newly finished accommodations."

Optimus Prime stood before a large tv screen on which the face of Defense Secretary Keller was displayed. He gave a courteous nod. It had not been an easy or cheap task for the military to build a place big enough to hide Prime and his men. They had risen to the occasion, finishing the large base hidden beneath the earth within a month. "Indeed Mr. Secretary, my men and I are most grateful for your assistance in procuring ourselves a base that is equipped for our needs."

"Good, good," Mr. Keller said a bit awkwardly. Prime understood his nervousness. Humans were not used to conversing with giant robots from another planet. The relationship between the autobots and the U.S. government was being newly forged and was still quite fragile.

"What may I do for you today Mr. Keller? I assume you did not call just to check up on our living arrangements."

"Yes well, you recall the matter we discussed a few weeks ago? The need for there to be a human liaison representing the government and aiding in any needs you and your men may have?"

"I do."

"After some deliberation between myself and others I believe we've decided on someone."

"And are you sure this individual will be qualified to deal with such a…unique situation?"

"Yes, because he's already had experience with this matter. With the suspension of the Sector Seven program we've got people with quite a bit of knowledge that we don't want roaming about in fast food places or grocery stores. We've been working on finding other means of governmental employment for them."

"I see."

"Now I know your previous encounters with Mr. Simmons have not been of the most pleasant nature. He is not the most socially apt person, but he is loyal to his job. I believe he can serve you and your team well."

Prime was silent for a moment trying to tap into his diplomatic side. He did not like Agent Simmons. His sarcastic and odd nature was extremely off-putting. He knew the rest of his team shared this opinion. But he did not want to go starting disagreements with the humans when things were so new between them. The only choice was to make the best of things.

"If you believe that Agent Simmons is qualified for the position then I will of course trust your judgment Secretary Keller," he said in what he hoped was a sincere tone.

"It's settled then. We'll be sending Simmons down to you in three days. I'll be sending you all of his information momentarily."

"Thank you very much Mr. Secretary."

"Take care Mr. Prime."

The Autobot leader watched as the screen filled with words depicting the life of Reginald Simmons. A few facts surprised him quite a bit, but none lifted the heaviness of knowing what he was going to have to deal with shortly. All the optimism in the world wouldn't brighten this scenario. But as the leader he had to set a good example for the rest of his team. Squaring his shoulder and wishing he could disconnect his auditory processors for this, he prepared to go and share the news with his men. He was sure the reactions he was about to face would qualify as something the humans referred to as sour grapes.

"You know Sam, maybe if you cleaned this pigsty you call a room you wouldn't lose everything!"

Sam Witwicky glanced up from the mountainous pile of papers he was frantically looking through. He'd had his math homework all finished, one of the few times he'd ever completed a homework assignment and now he couldn't find it. He glared at the brunette who was currently knee deep in a pile of clothes he'd been meaning to wash for about three weeks. "It's not a pigsty Mikeala. It's organized chaos ok!"

Mikeala snorted. "Yeah, well your organized chaos is going to make us late."

Sam groaned and went back to his desperate search. "God," he muttered softly. "Could this day get any worse?"

"Ew, Sam what did you spill all over your history book? You haven't opened this up at all have you? I guess you didn't study for the test today since this book is unusable."

Sam stood up, his jaw dropping in horror. "The test is today?"

"I've only been reminding you all week," Mikeala said placing her hands on her hips.

Sam lifted his gaze to the ceiling. "That was a rhetorical question, not a challenge," he yelled to whatever deity had decided to make his life hell today.

After ten minutes he finally found his homework wedged in-between his desk and the wall. Mikeala breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god, can we go now?"

"Yeah, yeah. I didn't know you liked school so much Mikeala."

"I don't, but I don't want a strike against me for being late either."

The two teens thumped down the steps and headed out the front door. It had been a month, and yet every time Sam looked at the vehicle parked on his driveway he still had to suppress the urge to jump up and down screaming like a little girl. The glossy paint on his 2009 Camaro reflected the sun, giving the car an almost ethereal glow. He would never get over the pride of driving that car around and seeing the shocked and jealous faces of onlookers. And they had no clue that the awesomeness of his car went far beyond the slick paint and sick engine. Only he and Mikeala knew the truth; that the car was actually a sentient being from outer space that could change into a gigantic robot at will.

Sam unlocked the door allowing Mikeala and himself to climb in. He slowly went through the motions of putting the key in the ignition, but it was all show of course. Bumblebee was the one in control as the engine roared to life and the radio settled on a station. Sam put his hands gingerly on the steering wheel, miming the act of driving as the car pulled out onto the street.

"Did you find what you were searching for Sam," came a voice with a distinctly British undertone through the speakers of the radio.

"Yeah, thanks for driving me back home Bee. I'm sure playing chauffer to a bunch of kids isn't your favorite job." They had picked Mikeala up and been halfway to the high school when Sam had realized he'd left his homework at home.

"It was no problem at all. I had no other duties at that moment."

"I can't believe you actually did your homework Sam. Mr. Davis is going to drop dead at the sight," Mikeala said with a taunting smile.

Sam feigned offense. "I'll have you know that I am a very studious student Mikeala." The brunette rolled her eyes with a smile.

The day inside the prison that was called school passed slowly and painfully as usual. Thinking he was going to receive praise for doing his math homework, Sam was devastated to discover that he had done the wrong set of problems. As he probed his brain and did the best he could to dreg up the answers to the multiple choice questions of his history test, his gaze flickered to the window where he could see the student parking lot. Bumblebee stuck out like a sore thumb of course. This was probably boring as all hell for him, sitting on asphalt doing nothing all day. He wondered what his friend did to keep himself amused during the hours of school.

"Five more minutes," the teacher called.

Sam turned his attention back the mess that was his test. Essays…god could he find the words to adequately express how much he hated essays? He would bs them both of course. Really why did they teach history in school? If he cared about what the world had been like in the Stone Age he'd just ask his parents for crying out loud!

Thus when the bell rang and Sam headed out towards the parking lot he did so in less than jovial spirits. He wasn't a straight A student, but he could pull out a few A's here and there when he needed to. He'd managed 3 A's when it was what his father had required in order to get him a car. But he'd had a lot to deal with in the past month. Trying to find covers for all his secret rendezvous with the Autobots so that his parents wouldn't be suspicious seemed to be a full time job now. And he'd been stuck with the American government more times than he'd like to recall, signing confidentiality papers and such. With all that had been going on it had been hard to remember anything school related. Mikeala sensed his mood and did not dredge up the subject as they got into the car.

Mikeala kept Bumblebee stuck in conversation so that Sam was free to try and clear his mind. God he was so damn lucky to have her, and he reminded himself of that fact at least 20 times daily. Never mind that her ex Trent wanted to turn him into a bug like smear on the school floor, she was so worth it. With all the crap going on with getting the Autobots settled and promising the government they wouldn't tell anyone the truth he'd had very little alone time with Mikeala. With Ratchet's ability to read hormone levels he couldn't even think romantic thoughts about her when around the autobots. Not unless he wanted the alien medic to announce his lust to the whole freaking world. Super intelligent alien robots did have their disadvantages it seemed.

"Uh Sam…I know you're having fun perusing the dark and empty abyss that is your mind, but you're supposed to look like your driving remember?"

Mikeala's voice pulled Sam from his thoughts. "Oh, right."

"My sensors indicate that you are in need of recharge Sam. Did you not get an appropriate amount of recharge last night?"

"Ah, no Bee I didn't. I was up all night trying to do the homework that I didn't have time to do during the day because I had to meet with government officials and swear for the thousandth time that I wasn't going to try and out you guys."

"I apologize. This process is uncomfortable for all of us, but it shall pass in time." Bumblebee was silent for a moment and then sounded cautious with his next few words. "Speaking of uncomfortable, I have some news that Prime has asked me to share with you."

Sam suppressed a sigh. Bee's tone did not sound like it was going to yield information of a pleasant nature. "What's up?"

"If you'll recall, Prime and your government were discussing posting a human liaison at the base." Sam nodded his head and Bumblebee continued. "Prime received conformation today that they have picked someone for the position."

"Well that's good right?" Mikeala asked. "I mean I know he really won't be much help to you guys, but it makes the government feel more secure which in the end will better things for you guys won't it?"

"That is doubtful." Distaste colored the autobot's tone. "The man your government has chosen for the job is one Agent Reginald Simmons."

Sam's jaw dropped in horror. "Simmons? SIMMONS! As in the crazy asshole that practically kidnapped us?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Your Secretary of Defense feels that Simmons will adequately act as a means of communication and trust between our two factions."

Mikeala snorted. "Right because that creep is just loaded with social skills," she said sarcastically. He just oozes charm and charisma."

"More like he oozes fire and brimstone from the fiery pits of hell he came from," Sam added angrily. "Prime isn't going to let them do this is he?"

"Optimus wants to trust their judgment so that they will in turn trust ours. He says that Simmons is doing us a great service by uprooting his family to come and make residence in Tranquility."

"Oh yeah, poor Simmons I'm sure he...wait a minute…did you say family?"

"Indeed. Records state that he has a wife and daughter close to your age."

Mikeala balked. "Someone married him…my God. I bet his kid is just as nasty."

Sam shook his head in denial. "It's bad enough he's coming, but he has a family coming with him? There's a Mrs. Simmons and a mini Simmons out there in the world somewhere?! That's gonna keep me up all night man!"

"Believe me I share your dislike for this situation but there is nothing we can do. The decision has been made and Agent Simmons and his family will arrive in three days."

"Three days?" Mikeala repeated weakly.

"This day just blows," Sam muttered dejectedly.

"Consider yourselves lucky," Bumblebee said. "The three of us will only have to interact with him when we check in at the base. Prime, Ratchet and Ironhide must deal with him on a daily basis."

"Ha Ironhide will blow him to smithereens before the end of day one," Mikeala announced.

"I bet he doesn't make it through the first hour," Sam countered.

Mikeala groaned. "Simmons…here…God I don't think I can handle it. Any chance we can avoid going to the base at all from now on Bee."

A chuckle sounded through the radio. "I'm not suffering by myself; I'll drag you with me every time I have to go."

"That's cruel man," Sam said.

"Indeed, but I'm sure you'll survive. Mikeala, I believe this is your stop."

Sam hadn't been concentrating on the road at all, but there was Mikeala's house.

"See you tomorrow guys," she said as she unfolded herself gracefully from the car. Sam tried not to drool as her watched her long tanned legs carry her up the steps and through the door. He let out a long yawn and the car began to move again. "Man I'm beat. I'm crashing the second we get home."

"I'm afraid not Sam. You're supposed to help your father with the new water feature he bought for the backyard."

Sam winced. His father seemed convinced that he had the gift of a handyman inscribed in his veins. A thought which had been disproved on numerous occasions yet he stubbornly ignored. And he still had at least six hours of homework to catch up on. It looked like it was going to be another night of very little sleep for him. But hey…things could always be worse.

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