I Think That Car Just Stood Up by Teenage Anomaly
I met him out for dinner on a Friday night He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
He really got me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman
Chapter Two: Clap Me In Irons, Baby
The doorbell kept ringing, and eventually we heard it open, but we didn't enter the living room, just waited, listening to Ron and Simmons talk.
We ran into the living room and stared at them. Sam's eyes were wide and I was grinning like an absolute lunatic at the sight of Simmons.
"What is this?" asked Sam, bewildered.
Simmons tossed the bat to another man in a suit, grinning at the three of us. I was inwardly drooling and outwardly grinning.
"How you doin', son? Is your name Sam?" he asked, loudly, a wide grin on his face. Sam glanced from Simmons to his mom and back again. Mikaela was peering out a window, watching the various government agents and probably wondering where the hell our metal friends were.
"Yeah," said Sam.
"Well, I need you to come with us," said Simmons, still smiling, and Judy turned an angry glare on him.
"Whoa, way out of line," interrupted Ron, stepping in front of the three of us protectively as Simmons moved forward.
"Sir, I am asking… politely. Back off."
"You're not taking my son," said Ron, deadly quietly. Judy stood in front of Mikaela and I, blocking us from Simmons' view. Mojo began his yapping.
"Really?" said Simmons, sarcasm dripping from his voice. I was melting, I really was. "You gonna get rough with us?"
"No, but I'm gonna call the cops, because there's something fishy going on around here."
I stood on my toes to look over Judy's shoulder at Simmons. He just glanced at me before turning his almost black gaze back to Ron. I felt the urge to squeal.
He looked at me, he looked at me!
I have problems.
Judy was nodding vigorously and Simmons laughed. "Yeah, there's something fishy about you, your son," he gestured to each of the people and things he named with a pen, " your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here."
He put the pen back in his jacket pocket, raising his eyebrows. Maybe it was because I'd seen him in his underwear, but it was very hard to take him seriously.
"What operation?" asked Ron incredulously as Judy picked up Mojo. Sam and Mikaela both looked at me and I shrugged before turning my attention back to the so, so oddly sexy government agent standing in front of us.
"That is what we are gonna find out," said Simmons, his eyebrows raising even more.
Then the guy who played the guy in Sweet Life of Zack and Cody approached Simmons, looking serious, but it was hard to take him seriously as well.
"I think," he said, his voice quiet as Simmons leaned down to him, "direct contact."
I'd like to make direct contact with you, baby, I almost said.
Simmons' brow furrowed and he turned sharply to us, a very intense look on his face, before turning back to his colleague and taking a painful looking tool from him, before approaching us. Mikaela and I both grabbed Sam's hands, my eyes widening and hers narrowing.
Holy crap, I thought. I'm holding Shia LaBeouf's hand.
I had a hard time not dissolving into mad, hysterical laughter.
Judy and Ron moved closer to us, Judy clutching Mojo more tightly to her chest as Simmons' approached us.
"Son?"
"Yeah."
Simmons hesitated for a moment. "Step forward, please."
After exchanging a look with Mikaela and sliding out of our hands, he did so.
"Just… stand?" he asked nervously as Simmons raised part of the machine up to him. Ron and Judy looked at each other and Mikaela and I stared at Sam and Simmons, who was staring intensely down at the younger man.
The machine began making rapid, staticky beeping noises and Simmons glanced at Sam, shocked, and back down at the machine as the beeping sped up. I grinned.
"Fourteen rads," said Simmons, dragging the words out, his tone triumphant, an almost maniacal look in his black eyes. "Bingo! Tag 'em and bag 'em."
One officer grabbed Mikaela and Sam and the one from Suite Life grabbed me, slapping handcuffs around my wrists. It was stupid, but they made me feel awesomely hardcore. Man, I was LOVIN' this. I grinned up at him.
"Wassup, sexy."
He gave me an odd look, but said nothing as he pushed me out of the house.
Outside, it was chaos. Simmons was shouting orders and gesturing around(in a very sexy way) and men were crawling all over the Witwicky property.
"Sam! Do not say anything, Sam!" shouted Ron as he and Judy were led in an opposite direction. I was being herded after S and M in the darkness to a black car. Way to be cliché, government.
"Yeah," said Sam.
"Not a word until we get a lawyer!" shouted his dad. I twisted around to try and see him, but at that second, I was shoved into the car, sitting behind Simmons and next to Mikaela, squished next to a door. The cuffs pulled my shoulders back awkwardly.
The car started and a whole procession of black Sedans made their way out of Sam's neighborhood. Mikaela stared stonily ahead and Sam did too, though his face was a bit panicked.
No one said anything for about ten minutes as lights flashed past us and we made out way onto the highway. I kept glancing at Mikaela, but she said nothing, so I stared out the window.
"This is awkward," I said finally, and Mikaela glared at me as Simmons laughed.
"You think this is awkward? You ain't seen nothing yet, baby girl."
Yeah, giant robots and people from movies, that was totally nothing.
I couldn't think of a witty reply, so I said nothing.
"What's your name, kiddo?" Simmons asked me. The normally affectionate nickname was more of a mocking, condescending word when he said it like that, in his slightly accented, fast voice.
"Eunice Blanche," I answered, straight-faced, and he turned around to stare at me at the same time Sam and Mikaela did. I just blinked at him, doing my best "innocent church girl" impression. I always wore a cross, so it wasn't hard to pull off. He looked at me for a minute before his crooked mouth twisted into a grin.
"You're good," he told me, before hitting his partner lightly on the shoulder. "Isn't she good?"
"Exceptionally good, sir," said Suite Life.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby," I threw back at him, grinning, and he gave a delighted bark of laughter.
"I like this kid," he told his partner before turning back to face me, his face hardening.
"But really, what's your name?"
I said nothing and raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. It was hard to believe all this was happening. Simmons looked at me for another minute, appraisingly, grinning, before turning back to the front of the car.
"So," he said, loudly. "Ladiesman217." There was a sound of something being pulled out of a plastic bag as he turned back around to face us. "That is your eBay username, right?"
He revealed an open phone, the screen glowing a light blue, his eyes flicking over the three of us. Mikaela glanced at Sam.
"Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it," said Sam hurriedly.
"What do you make of this?" asked Simmons, raising his eyebrows. He pressed a button on the phone and it began playing a message.
"My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? And my-"
Sam stared at the phone, jaw dropped.
"Is that you?" asked Simmons, eyebrows raising more.
"Yeah, that sound like Ladiesman," said Mikaela, looking at Sam.
"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed." He looked hard at Sam, letting his words sink in. "Enlighten me."
"I'd love to, baby," I blurted before thinking, and promptly turned bright red, but still grinned at Simmons, who gave me an odd and slightly disgusted look.
"Well, here's what I said, okay? Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen-" Mikaela was looking hard at Simmons, her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed in a look that said, very plainly, "bite me".
"Really?" said Simmons.
"- from me, from my home, but it's fine now, because it came back!"
"Fail," I said, flatly, and Simmons' gaze swiveled to me as Mikaela stared at Sam.
"Well, not by itself," she said, looking back at Simmons.
"Well, no," agreed Sam hurriedly.
"Because cars don't do that because that would be crazy!" She erupted into forced, but very real sounding laughter, and everyone in the car laughed with her- except me. I just watched them, my eyes glued especially on the laughing (gorgeous) Simmons.
"That's funny," he said, after a few seconds of laughter. "That is so funny."
In about a second, the smile melted right off of his face, leaving behind a very serious expression, indeed.
My heart did a backflip.
"So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?"
Whoosh.
The smile slid off Sam's face, too, but more slowly. "Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T? No."
"Uh, it's an urban legend," said Mikaela. The two of them were pretty good liars.
Sector Seven, whoever they were, were a lot better.
"Yeah," agreed Sam.
"You see this?" said Simmons, pulling out a badge. "This is an I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge."
"Hey, I have one of those too!" I crowed joyfully. Simmons turned to look at me.
"Yeah? Where?"
"In my pants."
He stared at me and I stared back.
"Got somethin' you wanna say, Doc Brown?" I asked softly.
"You have problems," he told me, gesturing with his head to the words.
"Well, no shit."
"Right," said Sam, and I wasn't sure who he was talking to.
"I'm gonna lock you up forever," Simmons said forcefully, dragging his eye threateningly away from me.
"Oh god, you know what, don't listen to him," said Mikaela, her tone annoyed as she glared icily at Simmons. Simmons turned his eyes to her, a little surprised, and a lot irritated. "He's just pissy cause he has to get back to guarding the mall." She met his gaze evenly, no nerves or apprehension, nothing. She wasn't scared of him.
I leaned forward to inform her, "I love you."
"You, in the training bra, do not test me," Simmons shot back without flinching, staring at her unblinkingly. I looked at Mikaela's chest and whispered in Simmons' ear, loudly, "Dude, I don't think that's a training bra."
Simmons ignored me but Sam had to stifle a laugh.
"Especially with your daddy's parole coming up."
Mikaela's mouth opened slightly and Sam stared at her.
"What? Parole?"
"Oh, shit," I muttered, folding my arms over my chest, settling back against the seat.
"It's nothing," said Mikaela quickly, looking at him.
"Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing?" said Simmons, a smirk behind his voice. Mikaela looked at him and then slowly back to Sam.
"You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they- they weren't always his." She looked back at Simmons.
"You stole cars?" asked Sam in disbelief.
"Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along."
"She's got her own juvie record to prove it!" crowed Simmons at Sam, glancing at me. I stared back at him, hard. I liked Mikaela and didn't want him messing with her.
"She's a criminal," he growled, turning back to the other girl. "Criminals are hot." His eyes flicked downwards and Mikaela glared at him. I raised my eyebrows.
'So much for training bra," I muttered and, fast as lightening, his attention flicked to me.
"And you," he said. "Liiittle," he dragged the words out, tilting his head from side to side, his tone mocking, "Kaaatty Sheeerman."
"Dude, there's no dirt on me. Don't even try."
"Don't you wanna know how I found out your name?"
"Not really."
We stared at each other, and I grinned suddenly. "Who's in the training bra now?"
A smirk spread across Mikaela's face, drawing his attention back to her.
"It'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail for the rest of his natural life," he said, not noticing with the thingy began beeping. I did, though, and immediately craned my neck to try to see out the window.
"It is time to talk!"
"Awfully nice weather we're having," I grinned, moving my head back to look at him, and he stared at me just as Optimus grabbed the car by the front. The car skidded into a giant robotic foot amidst shouts and I grabbed onto Mikaela, whooping as we skid to a halt.
"Big, it's big!" shouted Suite Life.
Optimus reached into the car, shattering the windows, and grabbed the roof of the car, lifting us up. I screamed with joy.
"I can't see it, I can't see it!"
"Shift your weight to the front!"
"All right, all right!"
A blinding white light filled the car.
"Ooh, pretty."
We all shouted as the car rocked in Prime's hands, and I was clutching onto Mikaela and the seat in front of me for dear life.
The roof broke off and we fell about ten feet, shouting loudly. The car hit the concrete with a "clang" and a "thud" and the wind was knocked out of me. Mikaela was squeezing my hand so tightly I'd begun to bleed.
My heart pounded as I stared at Simmons' seat in front of me, breathing heavily. My glasses had slid down my nose.
"Holy. Shit."
The car settled on the ground, popping, as glass cracked and fell all around us. I had some pretty interesting scrapes and my butt was gonna be bruised tomorrow.
As our eyes adjusted to the sudden shut-off of the light, all our arms were raised above our heads protectively. Sam and Mikaela and I recovered the fastest, blinking up at Optimus' metallic face.
He tossed away the roof of the car like it was a leaf. Simmons and Suite Life stared up at him in wonder.
Sam leant forward to say in Simmons' ear, "You A-Holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend, Optimus Prime."
A grin spread across my face as I stared at up the sentient robot.
Simmons' gaze turned slowly from Sam to the robot and I watched him, grinning like a kid on Christmas. This was so freaking awesome. So much better than doing homework- even if it was almost midnight and I hadn't eaten anything for about twelve hours.
"Taking the children was a bad move," said Optimus as Simmons began to slowly rise. Suite Life cocked a gun at Prime and suddenly the remains of the Sedan were surrounded with men and weapons. I loved both. This was heavenly.
"Autobots, relieve them of their weapons," commanded Prime. The bots swung in like jungle men, soundlessly. Ironhide's cannons began whirring as the circled the men circling us.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa-"
"Give me those," Ironhide commanded. There was a sudden tug of magnetic energy, and the guns were ripped out of their hands.
Optimus crouched down in front of the car, staring unblinkingly at Simmons.
"Hi there."
'You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?" asked Optimus, moving closer to Simmons's face. I rose to my feet.
"Look, there are… S- seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't… communicate with you."
"Get out of the car," growled Optimus.
" All right," said Simmons hurriedly. "Me? You want me to-"
"Now!" barked Optimus, and everyone jumped.
"All right, all right. Get out. Hey."
I jumped over what was left of the door, my hands still behind my back, landing on the ground, my knees buckling before I straightened up and took a few steps away from the car.
"All right, I'm-I'm getting out," called Simmons to Prime. "I'm getting out. You see?"
They all climbed out of the car and I saw Mikaela begin to undo Sam's handcuffs.
"Very nifty, how you put us down without killing us-"
"The keys," I muttered to Simmons, standing next to him. He looked down at me, brows furrowed but eyes wide in disbelief and anger.
"What?"
"To the handcuffs."
He stared hard at me. "Why would I-"
"Now," growled Optimus, and Simmons looked at him, nodding.
"Okay. Okay."
Suddenly his big hands were on my bare arms, roughly turning me around so that my back was to him. It sounded like he was getting something out of his pocket before his hand clamped, surprisingly gently, around my wrist, the other hand expertly undoing the lock on the handcuffs. Optimus blinked at us.
"There," said Simmons roughly as the cuffs fell to the ground with a clatter. I pulled my hands together and rubbed my chafed wrists before turning around and staring up at Simmons.
"Sorry 'bout all this, dude," I said, looking up at him. He was pretty tall- almost a foot taller than me.
"Sorry about what?" he asked loudly, his voice dangerous and his eyes narrowed.
"What is sector seven?" asked Sam, his face hard as he approached us. I moved to stand by his side and Simmons glowered at me, looking almost betrayed. I just shrugged, and he turned to Sam but said nothing.
"Answer me!" snapped Sam.
"I'm the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!"
"How'd you know about the aliens-"
"What, exactly, is the function of a rubber duck-"
"Where did you take my parents?"
Simmons' head turned to all three of us as we spoke, ending on Sam.
"I am not at liberty to discuss it-"
"No?" Sam reached into his pocket and Simmons' glanced down at his hand but kept his own in the air.
"Hey, you touch me, that's a federal offense-"
"Is that a challenge?" I asked, grinning. Sam held up his badge, a glint in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.
"Do-whatever-you-want-and-get-away-with-it badge, right?"
We turned our backs on him, examining the badge. There was no information on it, nothing that would give us any clue as to… anything important.
"Yeah. Brave now, all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there."
"Where is sector seven?" asked Sam suddenly, straightening up at turning back to good ole Reggie.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" said Simmons flatly, looking slightly amused.
There was a "pop" and a "sproing" as Bee stepped closer to Simmons and peed on him.
I doubled over in laughter, clutching my ribs and slapping my knee.
"Hey-hey!"
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," commanded Prime, though there was a trace of laughter in his voice. I grabbed Sam's arm to keep from falling over and Simmons glared at me.
"Get that thing to stop, huh?" shouted Simmons, pointing at Bumblebee.
"We need to take out the humans," growled Ironhide, his cannons coming to life again.
"Nah," I said, looking at the government agents. "They've all got handcuffs. We can just cuff 'em together."
There was a moment of silence before Ratchet said, his voice surprised, "That might work, actually."
"I do have good ideas, every once in a while," I told him, grinning. Simmons stared at me.
"You gotta criminal past you neglected to mention?"
"If I did, you'd know," I said.
It took a little bit of time to get all the cuffs and the keys. The keys we threw into a pile, and we began cuffing the men together, linking several sets of arms around parking meters so that they couldn't make a linked getaway.
One of the guys had a gun that the bots had missed, a handheld, shoved down the back of his pants, hidden behind his coat, that we didn't catch until it was almost too late. I approached him to handcuff him and he stared at me, face blank.
"You gonna do anything stupid?" I asked warningly. He made no move.
I took a step closer to him and, before I could blink, he'd reached around and had pulled the gun in front of him. I dropped to the ground as the gun went off over my head and the Autobots all began bellowing and, out of reflex, I kicked up at the man's knee. My foot hit his knee with a crack and he fell to the ground with a strangled cry. Acting purely on instinct, I tore the gun out of his hands with my own and pointed it at him, my eyes wide and my hands shaking as I scrambled to my feet.
"That," my voice was shaking a little, but I was surprisingly calm, "goes under 'anything stupid'."
After that, we didn't have any problems.
All of them except for Simmons and Suite life were chained to each other when Mikaela approached Simmons, her face hard.
"Alright, tough guy, take it off," she said as she walked past him. I shoved the gun down the front of my pants after flicking on the safety and put my hands on my hips, watching him.
"What are you talking about?" asked Simmons, holding his hands out to the side in a motion of confusion, annoyed.
"Your clothes, all of it, off," said Mikaela, her voice hard. Sam straightened up and looked between the pair of them. Simmons stared at Mikaela in angry disbelief.
"For what?" he asked loudly. Mikaela just looked at him.
"For threatening my dad."
Sam stood behind her and watched, eyebrows raised. Simmons kept his eyes glued onto Mikaela.
I watched him pull of his jacket with a dirty grin. The man was fiiiiiiiine.
"Little lady," he threw the jacket to the ground, "this is the beginning," he pulled off his clip on tie and threw that away too, "off the end," he pulled apart his shirt to reveal the hysterical S- Seven tank underneath, "off your life." He shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it away before getting to work on his belt. I raised my eyebrows, grinning at him lecherously.
"You're a criminal," he said flatly, unzipping his pants. "Let's face facts. It's in your gene-pool."
He had very nice arms and hands. He pulled his pants down, revealing the most amazing boxers ever, and I couldn't resist a gleeful laugh.
"Those are nice," said Mikaela. Sam tilted his head to the side, squinting at them.
"Where's you get those?" I asked. Simmons was actually… well, he was very nicely formed. Like I'd already said, his arms and hands were orgasmic, he wasn't paunchy like some of his agents, and his pecs actually looked pretty well-developed. I examined him unabashedly, eyebrows raised.
"Get behind the pole," commanded Mikaela as he tossed away him pants. After giving her one last glower, he did so.
"This is such a felony, what you're doing," said his lackey. I rolled my eyes as Sam and I approached him. "Shut it, Suite Life," I said, pulling his arms behind his back maybe a little more roughly than needed. Sam handed me the handcuffs, smirking, and I clapped them around the man's wrists.
"I will hunt you down," Simmons said to Sam, who just looked back at him, unafraid.
"He'll hunt you down," said Suite Life, and I kicked him in the shin.
"I told you to shut up."
"Without any remorse," he said, louder, as Sam and Mikaela turned away. I grinned at him.
"Countin' on it, babe." I gave him a two-fingered salute before joining S and M.
"No remorse!"
Mikaela grabbed her jacket and we walked away, Sam wrapping an arm around both of us but holding Mikaela tighter.
We'd only just reached the Autobots when we heard the sound of approaching helicopters. I craned my neck up at the night sky.
"Optimus! Incoming!"
There was a dull grunt and a thud as Ironhide slammed a cannon into the ground, sending a pulse through the concrete and to the approaching Government Issue cars.
"Roll out," commanded one of the bots, and in a few seconds, they'd morphed back into cars. Every one of them except for Prime drove away, to the scene of the "crime". Prime knelt down, his hand extended.
"Up you get," he rumbled, and we all climbed clumsily into his hand, Sam looking over his shoulder. There wasn't that much room in his hand for all three of us, so I straddled his wrist, clinging to his thumb, trying to ignore the fact that I was straddling a thirty-foot tall robot.
He raised us up to his shoulder and we scrambled off his hand, finding anything we could to cling to. I grabbed on of his exhaust pipes and clung to it, my legs dangling over the edge of one of his shoulder plates.
"This is wicked," I said to Sam, who nodded.
Prime loped away, under a bridge, as a chopper flew over us, the searchlight following us through the night sky. I clung to the pipe and Sam with all my strength, staring at the ground below me as Prime moved.
He ran, stepping over cars, his big metal arms swinging, and I clung to him, wanting to close my eyes but couldn't as I stared, squeaking whenever his foot came a little to close to a car, holding onto him with all of my might.
The choppers were following us. I glanced over my shoulder to see bright lights and whirling rotors- they were much to close.
"Faster, Prime!" I shouted, and he sped up.
He turned the corner around a building and I saw water. My eyes widened.
"Hold on tight," grunted Optimus, and Mikaela screwed her eyes shut and Sam and I shouted, clinging to each other as, with a swing of his arms, Prime launched himself over the water.
I braced myself for the impact, but instead, I looked down to see that we were- flying. Well, not quite flying, but hovering over the water.
Once we were under the bridge, Prime grabbed the supports, scrabbling to raise his legs as the choppers flew close to us, almost detecting us. I was afraid to breathe.
"You alright?" Sam asked me, wide eyed. I nodded at him, my heart pounding, breathing heavily.
"Yeah. You?"
The bright light flashed past us, freezing us in place for a minute.
Optimus stretched his body between two supports, nearly horizontal, and I held back a gasp as I swung off his body, hanging on only by my hands wrapped around the pipe.
"Hold on, Katty," rumbled Prime quietly, his blue eyes focused on me. Too frightened to breathe, I nodded, gasping, my arms straining, my hands sweaty as I kicked at the air in vain.
"Oh my god, oh my god, not good-"
The other two could see whatever was going on, and apparently it made them anxious, because Prime muttered, "Easy, you two."
Grunting, swinging myself through the air, I turned myself around, changing hands on the bar, so that I was facing Prime's chest.
"Katty, here-"
Sam was leaning down, a hand extended. Heart hammering, I pulled myself up, groaning with the effort, and grabbed it. I was terrified.
"Okay," he said. "Okay, um, god-"
Before I could think about it, I grasped his forearm with my other hand, so he was now supporting all my weight. The fact that I was about forty feet over a very shallow concrete ditch didn't leave my mind.
I exhaled, looking up into Sam's eyes. "You got me?"
He nodded.
I scrabbled with my feet for the pipe I'd just been clinging on as Sam grunted with the effort of holding onto me.
"Got it!" I grunted, my feet settling on the pipe, taking some of my weight off Sam. He didn't let go of my hand and I pulled myself up, laying next to him on Optimus' back, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down my forehead.
"You okay?" whispered Sam.
"I'm fine."
And then, as if fate was laughing at us, Mikaela leaned over Prime's head a little too far and, with a shriek, fell.
"MIKAELA!"
Sam jumped after her, grabbing her wrist and pulling me down with him.
"SHIT!"
I wrapped my arms around a piece of metal protruding from Prime's chest, screaming, as Sam clung to my jeans with one arm, pulling one side of them down past my underwear, and clung to Mikaela's wrist with the other.
"Hold on!" I shouted down at them, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
I tried to wrap my arms tighter around the object while listening to Mikaela's screams, but I grasped something slippery and, my balance thrown, lost my grip.
"Hold on!"
"No!"
We fell through the air, twisting and turning, screaming, as images flashed through my mind.
Prime swung down, trying to catch us on his feet, and I hit the metal of his feet, hard, feeling something crack, before rolling off.
The concrete was coming, this was the end, I was going to die-
But at that second, just before death came, a warm metal hand wrapped around my waist and clutched me to its owner's chest as the robot hit the ground and rolled. I could hear Sam shouting and Mikaela screaming through the haze of confusion and fear.
"SAM!"
Sparks flew away from Bumblebee's body as he skidded along the concrete, his arms raised high. I clung to his hand and watched with wide eyes as Sam, clutched in Bee's palm next to me, clung to me and shouted.
He stopped moving and Bee released us. I stumbled off of his palm and onto the concrete, breathing heavily, my head pounding. I was clutching at Sam's arm and Mikaela ran over to us, and he immediately moved to her.
"Are you all right?"
Unable to speak, she simply nodded, gasping. I put a hand to my head.
"This is tough, y'all."
Choppers flew over us then, their lights trained on Bee.
"Stop! Stop!" shouted Sam. Bee charged in front of us, ready to take on the choppers, to protect us- but they shot out lines of some sort, trapping him, connecting to his body.
"BEE!"
"Wait! NO!"
The chopper yanked Bee's arm around and he stared at it, confused.
"NO!" bellowed Sam, raising his arms.
Another line from another chopped hooked Bee's right arm.
"LET HIM GO, LET HIM GO!"
And then lines, hooks, were flying in from everywhere, and Sam pushed Mikaela and I behind him, protecting us like Bee had done. A line hooked Bee's feet and he twisted to the ground, landing with a thud that shook the earth. He was making that high-pitched mechanical noise, one of distress, his big blue eyes on the three of us, a clear message in his over-sized, mechanical face- run.
He writhed on the ground, groaning, as Sam and Mikey and I whirled from direction to direction as black cars closed in around us. I was shaky, I was scared, I'd just survived two near fatal falls, and now, I was pissed.
"Let him GO!"
"No," said Sam. "STOP!"
The cars ignored him, closing in around us. We were all grabbing onto each other, bent halfway over, our posture defensive.
"STOP!"
"Get down on the ground!" shouted a men, through a megaphone, as several of them rushed out of cars, their guns trained on us. I stared into the bright lights. "Get down! Get down!"
The rushed us, and we quickly lowered ourselves to our knees, our shaking hands going up into the air, staring up at those men with fear and intense dislike.
"Wha- okay!" shouted Sam as they grasped our shoulders and literally forced us to the ground.
"Get off me!" I shouted when one pulled my hands behind my back. "Get the hell away from me-"
He reached underneath me and I almost had an aneurysm before I released he was just getting my gun. "Hey! Give that back, you bastard!"
"Look, he's not fighting back!" shouted Sam, desperately, and I craned my neck to look at Bee.
"Freeze it! Freeze it! Freeze it!"
"BEE!" Sam and I shouted together, writhing on the ground as they began to gas the bot. "BEE!"
The men who'd pushed us down in the first place us yanked us none to gently to our feet. My arms strained.
"Stop hurting him!" Sam shouted, struggling. Bee was on the ground now, writhing weakly, that heart breaking sound emanating from him. He looked up at us, eyes wide, a big, metallic hand, outstretched.
A wave of some unfamiliar emotion washed over me as I stared at Bumblebee, collapsing under the wires and the smoke, still struggling weakly. Men crowded around, shouting.
Sam fell to the ground beside me, staring at Bumblebee with wide eyes.
Before the man holding him could do anything, he was off, running at Bee as fast as he could.
"Go, Sam!"
He jumped on one of the men with a gas tank, pulling the hose away from Bumblebee, a look of anger on his face that I'd never see there before.
"Get them!" Mikaela shouted angrily, struggling against her own captor, but another man tackled Sam. They yanked him back to us as Bee slowly stopped fighting.
"No!" cried Mikaela as they dragged us towards a car. "Please-"
They threw us in a car and slammed the door, though it was opened again when they tossed Sam in.
"He's- he's gone-" Sam muttered, eyes wide. Almost in tears, Mikaela pulled him close to her.
There was a rapping on my window and I looked up to see Simmons grinning down at me.
My face contorted and I threw the door open, feeling very satisfied when it hit his face with a loud "thud".
He glared at me. "I am gonna make you pay for that, little girl," he said.
"And I'll probably enjoy every second of it," I said smugly, before slamming the door again.
TBC...
"Candyman" by Christina Aguilera.
A/N: Wow, you guys, thank you so much for all the reviews! It really means a lot to me and I'm glad you guys like this story as much as you do! It's super, super fun to write too. Much more light hearted than most things I've written, which is a nice change! I've actually finished it already, too! More than likely, I'll post a chapter every day. I'm gonna do one for ROTF too, but it might be a while, just because I don't know the movie well enough and I can't pause it sso I can write down a scene :). But more than likely, I'll do a short, funny, fluffy in between story while I wait for ROTF to come out on DVD.
Again, thank you so much for all the reviews! I really appreciate it! (don't stop. :))
Sarah
