Bubblegum Under the Seat Summary: Barricade is left alone on earth with nothing but a wounded Frenzy and no hope for a future, but then he notices something strange about Sam Witwicky as he spies on him. Unable to get close enough he recruit the help of Miles. 2007 movie-verse. One-shot.

Disclaimer: If only, if only, the plot bunny sings.

Image: Bubble Gum by Mauve-et-g0ut

Rating: Teen.

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I welcome you to my chapter,

This life I have lived.

It's been hard and broken,

But at least I have lived.

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There are five great facts to the universe and here they are in the entirety of their importance. One is minimal and five being the most important at the present moment. Said facts are as follows:

One, the Earth was totally round.

Two, McDonalds is actually an evil aliens idea to take over the world by making all the people of the world fat and lazy so when they decided to invade no one would be thin enough to join the military and fight.

Three: there is a God mostly by fact that the whole universe was just created as his idea as a complex and ironic joke.

Four, that woman were an entirely different species whose only purpose in existing was to confuse him

Five, Sam Witwicky was his best pal since before he could remember and that they'd always be pals.

And those were all things that Miles Lancaster, aka Sam Witwicky's best pal since forever, knew were facts. Yet, now he wasn't so sure. He was so confused at the time being that he wasn't even sure about Oprah being a mobster queen anymore! But, despite all those great facts, Miles KNEW that Sam was his best pal and as such told him everything … the real question now was if the Earth was really round because Sam no longer told him everything.

Miles's skateboard hummed softly on the concrete as he made his way to the parking lot… he was still slightly pissed about Sam abandoning him by the lake the other day. Sadly for him, Trent decided that someone had to suffer for his girlfriend's un-girlfriend-like attitude and quote, 'You're the only dork in the five mile radius' … Yay, him and his bruised body. Then there was the small detail of Sam not calling him in the middle of the night to tell him how it went with Miss-Sexy-Thang that he gladly abandoned Miles for. Okay, he understood and accepted being abandoned for that hottie. He would have done the same thing. What he didn't understand, of course, was where Sam had magically disappeared afterward. He just vanished off this side of the planet, calling one last time to say his Camaro was evil. Miles merely thought he was pissed about the car breaking down or something, so when he called back later that day to ask if Sam fixed his "Satan Camaro" there was no answer. There wasn't even a grumbling threat from Sam's father about the bodily harm that would soon be done to him tomorrow morning for calling so later … there was nothing. In fact, when the teen had skateboarded over the current occupancy of the Witwicky's, the front door was wide open and no one was home … unless you call the guy in the black suit standing guard a person.

So it went on like that for a few days. Miles didn't return to the house to see if his pal had reappeared, because the dudes in black had noticed him and he really didn't want to find out what they'd do to him if they caught him. Probably make him wear rubber pants … oh, the horror. So Miles was left stranded … no pal … no info … no free car rides from the yellow piece of junk Sam had just bought, nothing! Of course that was one week ago … now he had his pal whom had shown up at school today. Yet, Sam was unusually distant, not ignoring, but like he had a lot on his mind.

Miles smiled as he thought of his pal. School was out for the day and now they had time to talk about whatever was on Sam's mind; plus, he had a ride home today. Confusion quickly spread over the teen's face as he entered the parking lot … where was the Camaro? It was hardly a car that someone could miss easily being it was so, he wasn't going to call it ugly because those racing stripes were pretty cool so he's settle with … unique.

Sam sighed heavily as the pain tightened in his chest … damn. He was so tired. That's all he ever felt nowadays. Between running from a giant death dealer, nearly falling to his doom twice, keeping his new girlfriend entertained, and making sure the Autobots were all blending in was exhausting. All he wanted to do today was drive Mikaela home and crash.

Well, that was the plan anyways.

"Hey dude? Where's your car? You're dad chuck it, because it didn't match with the lawn or something?"

Sam turned around to look at his brother in chaos, Miles. A smile couldn't help but slip onto his lips as his dorky pal stumbled off his skateboard with a loud thud. Miles: the guy who claimed to be a skateboarder extraordinaire, but couldn't keep on the board more than five minutes.

"What do you mean where's my car?" asked Sam stupidly as he leaned on Bumblebee's hood.

Miles shook his head like a dog and stumbled to his feet. "Knew you're dad ditched it. Man I was really hoping for a ride home today."

Sam gave him another questioned look as he leaned a little more on Bumblebee, still not realizing what Miles was rambling about.

Miles shook off the strange look his pal was giving him and turned his attention to the car Sam was leaning on. "Dude, look at these major pimping wheels. Who's rich daddy do you think bought it for them?" Miles quickly walked over to his pal and ran an envious hand over the hood. "Niceness."

The Witwicky tried to stifle of laugh … oh yah. Miles didn't know that this was the same car that it was last week. Only now he knew it was a transforming robot from the stars, but he was rather sure Miles wouldn't take that answer very well at the moment, so he settled with a simple answer. "What are you talking about? This is the same car it was last week. Got a new paint job … and new legs," whispered Sam under his breath, but Miles didn't notice this as he ripped open the door and flopped down in the passenger seat.

Miles had planned on snapping at Sam … he was fully blown on doing it too for leaving him hanging in the air with no message of where he had disappeared to, where he got those weird marks on his hands, and why his house was being guarded by the Men In Black, but those worries faded away as Miles ran his fingers over the upholstery in an almost loving manner. He couldn't help but hear a small rev of the engine. He looked at the hood and Sam who was still leaning on the hood, eyes big. The car wasn't on … hm, must have been another car he heard.

Once Miles had returned to his fingerly exploration of Bumblebee's interior, Sam gave the car a look and hissed under his breath, "Bee … careful. I'm not sure Miles is quite ready for whole 'my car is a giant robot from outer space' thing," Sam could just imagine Bumblebee rolling his optics, "I'll tell Miles later, promise … he just has a few rituals he does went entering a new car. You know things like changing all the set music stations, digging under the seats, counting how many cup holders there are, readjusting the review mirror, and trifling though the cubbyhole. You know stuff like that. Last time he was in you he was too excited about the party to do so … so just grin and bear it?"

A small growl came from the car's radio as Miles started too big under the seats, but he made no more objections. Sam tried not to laugh, but a small choke of humor couldn't help but escape him as someone spoke up behind him.

"Poor, poor, Bee; it seems Miles is going the whole ten yards with his new car ritual."

Sam couldn't help but smile as he stared at the lips that uttered those words.

Miles looked up and couldn't help but roll his eyes as he looked upward at the scene before him, so the rumors were true. Mikaela and Sam were going out or at the present moment, sucking each other's faces off. Miles watched for a moment more and couldn't help but feel a slight ting of depression set in his gut … was he ever going to get a girl friend. Once you get a hot ride like this … maybe, but still unlikely due to the fact that you're a dork extraordinaire. Wait … erase that thought; you'll be a virgin till the day you die, boy. You could get a plastic girlfriend though, but even then you might not get any action. She might deflate at the very sight of you.

The pang of irritation suddenly slapped him; even his own mind was against him. The teenager sighed and tried to complete his ritual. He just needed to do one last thing for luck. Miles glanced back up to make sure neither Sam nor Mikaela were watching. He was rather sure both would object, but no worries there; the sucking had just jumped to level three face-sucking as they leaned against the hood. Slowly, Miles gave one last suck on the gum in his mouth and pulled it out. He stared at the pink blob and then whisper, "A little gum underneath the seat and luck will follow in my steed."

Miles could have sworn that the car shuddered when he plopped it under the seat.

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Barricade knew many things… not the rules of the universe per say, except that only the strong survive, but still knew many things. For example, he knew the exact rotation of his tires as he stormed down the interstate. He also knew other things like the fact that Megatron and the others had failed. Oh Primus, how he knew, and he wished he didn't know. Now, Barricade was no coward, but he was no idiot either. He could tell that the battle was over the moment Bonecrusher had had his cranium crushed in by the Autobot leader. Okay, no problem. Out with the old plan of conquering the universe with human technology gone wrong and in with the new. Problem was both plans called for Megatron whom wasn't here anymore. So new plan was thrown out was well. The Ford found his tires rotating faster as he forced his body into a faster momentum … forget the plan. First things first, he needed to find his partner, as irritating as he was; he still had a sharp circuit board to him. Now how many miles is it to Colorado?

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The sound of grating metal echoed over what remained of the empty halls of the Hoover Dam as the 'bot forced his huge form through the tiny human door. The metal finally gave way and the decepticon tumbled inward. Barricade quickly regained his balance … it was un-Decepticon like to trip. Soon, Barricades' sensors quickly danced over the room as he search for his partner in crime. The transformer couldn't help it as a sigh escaped him as he found himself quickly picking up the small form of Frenzy … the body swayed lazily in his hand.

"Fool," hissed the larger 'con as he ran a finger over the chest of his motionless partner … he was really all alone now with no way of getting off this infuriating rock! Primus, why couldn't he have been a flying transformer? The Decepticon shook his head. No point in complaining now. Barricade looked at the being in his hand once more and found himself looking for the rest of Frenzy's head. He was going to give the little chattering pain a proper burial. He wouldn't let the filthy humans take the little bot's body the way they took the rest of the Decepticons' sparkless bodies. Yet, Barricade stilled in his searching … why should he care? Frenzy had always been a pain in his hood with his constant chattering and poking at his gears!

His thoughts didn't travel far thought when the cruiser caught a gleam out of the side of his optic. It was the rest of Frenzy's head. Despite himself, Barricade quickly picked it up and cradled it in his other hand as if it were about to break into a thousand pieces like glass. Did it really matter why he was doing this? Maybe it was just a forewarning of the loneliness that he was soon to suffer with a planet filled with nothing but Autobots and fleshies. That's why he'd bury Frenzy. It was a farewell to the last Decepticon he'd probably see for centuries since Starscream abandoned him here. In truth, he'd rather melt him down the insane little robot in the customary Cybertronian burial right, but they weren't on Cybertron anymore, were they? So, he'd bury his companion in the customary human ritual, even though the thought disgusted him. Anything was better than letting the humans have him. The only question was where?

… He'd decide later, because there was a sudden shriek of footsteps coming his way. It wasn't that he was afraid of humans or anything, but he knew that being seen wasn't in his best interest. He'd managed to stay off the radar for the past few days already. What was a few more centuries?

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Miles was not the king of patience. True, he could sit through a 24-hour series marathon of Scrubs and somehow not get off the couch the entire time, but for the most part he was not the most patient of teenagers. At the present moment he could take no more of Sam and Mikaela's face sucking and started to fiddle with the radio. He could swear it was possessed with the way it was whirling around to different stations. In the end he finally just slumped back into the seat and stared at the little disco ball hanging on the rearview mirror. He might have found bee-tch comical in any other setting, but the resentment he had been feeling towards Sam had suddenly returned.

Sam felt his inside tremble like electricity was jumping in his veins. Oh man … he LOVED having a girlfriend. It felt like a thousand little jolts of electrically were buzzing around in his belly and … Sam suddenly felt the electricity in his veins turn painful. He didn't even have time to wince in pain as he felt that energy explode into his hands making the burns on his hands sting as if they had been cut open with a dull blade. A muffled yelp escaped the girlfriend he was kissing and she pushed back her body convulsing against Bee's hood. Mikaela's scream was silent compared to the ripping noise of Bumblebee's engine under the hood as the car gave a violent shudder, which was then followed by another scream from Miles in the car as his body was violently slammed back against the seat.

… And suddenly the pulse was gone as quickly as it had came.

Sam felt his body tremble and the next thing he knew he had rolled off the transformer's hood and fallen to the ground. He flinched as his hands met the pile of glass that laid all over the parking lot. The boy stared at the glass that littered the pavement for a few moments as he took panicked and wheezing breaths as if he was exhausted. One more deep breath and the teenager finally lifted his heavy head to look around. Through dazed vision Sam was able to make out fellow students running from the scene while others ran to it scream things … probably enraged do to the fact that it seemed every car window in the block radius was gone.

"What just happened?" Came a groan from Mikaela as she slowly sat up on top of Bee's hood, her body obviously trembling.

The Witwicky slowly pulled himself up with his hands, but he nearly fell into the glass as he pressed weight onto the glass beneath him. His breath trembled as he quickly pulled his body into a sitting position to look at his hands to see why they were aching so badly. The glass didn't get in his hands that deeply did it? What he saw threw his heart into a sudden panic … the small marks he received from the Allspark were sizzling as if he had burned them all over again. Sam wasn't sure what to do, but he couldn't let anyone see! No! He wasn't sure why, but he knew this would just cause a panic … it wasn't anything important. Nothing important at all! He just had to hide it; hide it how? Bee or Mikaela were sure to notice! There was no way he could hide this! Unless … and then he slammed his hands into the glass that covered the ground. A pain filled whimper escaped the being but he pressed a little harder into the glass … he didn't allow his hands to be lifted until he felt the electricity in his arms disperse. He swallowed nervously as he brought his hands out of the bloodied glass. The little jumps of electricity had disappeared and were quickly replaced with blood. The teenage watched with relief as little droplets of red fell into the glass below … what had just happened? Sam swallowed nervously and looked around trying to see if anyone had noticed before he looked back at his hands. There was blood pooling from the dozens of cuts on his palms, but at least the glow was gone. It was gone… it was nothing.

Sam of course didn't get to dwell on what his self-mutilation for more then a moment as on scream floated through the static in his ears. He automatically threw his gaze to Mikaela, but she was fine, but a horror stricken look did cover her face as she stared at the interior of the Autobot. Miles was thrashing in the car … screaming! A panicked turning of gears came from the car and the door was suddenly flung open. The dirty-blonde stumbled out trying to pat the flames out that were on his higher shoulder and ready to eat at his long hair.

"I'M ON FIRE! HELP! HELP!" The human thrashed around trying to not burn himself. Probably suddenly remembering the stop-drop-and-roll he learned as a child Miles did so. To bad there was glass everywhere and the teenager found himself trying not to cut up his face in the glass and not get burned at he same time as the fire nipped at his hair –

SPLASH!

A gasp escaped Miles as he stared up at the form of Trent whom was gasping for air and glaring down at him. The bottle of water in his hand now empty. Wait! Rewind! He was just SAVED by Trent? Miles lips tried to open to say thank you but all that came out was, "Why?"

Trent straightened up and tried not to get a revolted look on his face as he stared at the blood dripping down the other's face. "For the ladies of course … can't help but fall for a hero."

Miles twitched slightly as he pulled himself out of the glass only to be shoved back into down by a female body that latched itself around his adversary's neck. "Oh Trent!" Cooed the cheerleader not even noticing the boy she'd push back into the glass, "You were so brave … like a fireman or something." She sloped a kiss on him and then looked over his shoulder. "To bad about your truck though."

The grin on Trent's face quickly disappeared and he ran over to his truck howling like a monkey. Miles sighed … okay, being used as a pawn by a jock: nothing new there but the whole jolt of electricity running though Sam's new car that was just … WAIT! SAM! Sam was on the hood and metal is a conductor!

"Sam!" croaked the teenager as he stumbled to his feet. He saw Sam leaning against his camaro just staring at his bloodied hands in a state of shock. Mikaela was sitting on the hood still … she seemed out of it. "Sam." Repeated Miles as he stumbled over to his pal grabbing the bandana out of his pants pocket and using it to cover his pals bleeding hands. He couldn't help but twitch as he touched his pal as he was slightly shocked. "Man, what the hell was that?"

Sam looked up at his pal and whimpered. "Don't know. Maybe it was an electrical charge from an underground wire or something." Sam whimpered … or maybe it was him. " … but lets get out of here Trent's coming our way. Probably going to blame us because my car is the only vehicle that not missing its windows."

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Bee wanted to talk, to question, hell to do anything then pretend to be a REAL car! But Sam had practically threatened his carbonator if he revealed himself to his pal or family before Sam thought they were ready … and at the present moment Miles was in the backseat nursing a nasty cut to the head. Speaking of wounds … there was blood dripping down his steering wheel. Should he take them to a human medical facility or maybe he should take him to Ratchet. The car quickly turned his wheels to the nearest Hospital only to have Sam yank on the wheels and hiss, "No. We have to drop Miles off … then se can go talk to our 'pals'."

The transformer silently complied. He didn't want Sam to hurt his hands more then they were already with his struggling against his steering wheel. He'd take Sam's pal home … speaking of which, there was his house now. Bumblebee couldn't help but give a rev of satisfaction. The sooner they got rid of Miles the sooner they could get to the outlook and talk to the others. Bumblebee wasn't sure what had happened but he knew it was bad and Sam came first so why was he putting up with this pain who put gum under his seat?

The transformer stopped his revving when he felt Sam slam on his breaks as they stopped in front of Miles house. "Listen Bee … I -

"Come inside guys … I'll get some bandages."

Both Sam and Mikaela gave a small jump when they say Miles staring in through the drivers window … when had he jumped out of the car?

"Sure … just let Sam park the car and we'll be right in." stated Mikaela nervously as she watched Sam's blood drip down the steering wheel. They'd talk to the Autobots after they got a few bandages.

Miles nodded and watched as his pal slowly got out of the car. Miles wasn't sure but he had a feeling that Sam knew what had happened at he school, that he was hiding something and not just that, Sam seemed to be hiding a lot … too much. Maybe he could get his buddy to tell him tonight what happened those days he disappeared or maybe where he got the new Satan camaro … anything.

Sam was halfway out of the car when a blaring horn made all the teens jump. Miles stared across the street where a Peterbilt was parked along with a black Topkick. Last time Miles check none of the neighbors drove a semi to work. Before the dirty-blonde could even go 'what?' both Sam and Mikaela were back in the yellow Satan car.

"Hey!" snapped Miles. "Where are you going?"

Sam's brown eyes widened for a moment as he stared at his pal and then he looked back over at the red and blue semi. He swallowed nervously before blubbering. "Nowhere Miles … I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"What! Wait!" Miles jerked on Sam's arm as he sat back in the car. "What's going on Sam? I'm your bud, your pal, your man till the end. … Why won't you tell me anything? What's going on? What happened in the parking lot? Who are the dudes in the semi and truck? Sam tell me SOMETHING!"

Sam swallowed and jerked his arm away from his old pal. It hurt him to lie to his best buddy … but it was to soon for the truth. "Miles … nothing's going on. Talk to you tomorrow." And with that the door slammed and the yellow Camaro pulled out of the driveway leaving Miles standing there with a look of pure desperation on his face as he watched the Semi and Topkick quickly follow after.

The skateboarder swallowed and pulled his hands into a fist. What happened to his BRO! His pal till the end! Sam was hiding something from him and he was going to find out what if it was the last thing he did!

XXX

Paw07: Yah! Time for paw's ramblings! First off, I was trying to make Barricade seem kind of evil, but I think I failed miserably. So sorry if he didn't seem decepticon enough. Also, if you guys like it so far tell me? If you think it's a bad idea please let me know as well. I don't want to be wasting my time nor anyone else's if this thing is a total eyesore.

Also … yah, the writing has a slight irritating flow to it, but I want to make it feel like a suffer dude writing so that you guys could get into Miles's character a little better. Don't worry, not every scene will be so out there.

Update July 2014: Sorry guys, I had to take down the following chapters. There were only like eight of them and there is no way I can start up this story again without rewriting it. Sooo … I'm just going to leave this as a one-shot for now and I'll try to get back to it later. I just hate leaving fics hanging like that so I'd rather have a one-shot than a fic abandoned. It's not the first fic I've done it to, won't be the last.