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Sam, Mikaela and I got reacquainted with each other once me climbed into Optimus. We couldn't ride with Bumblebee, who attached to the back of Optimus in something called recharge, because he was missing both back tires and his entire back seat. Apparently, a decepticon named Starscream shot him and Ironhide with a few missiles that tore his legs off and tossed him into a nearby building. Po' thang and here I was snapping at him for scaring the crap outta me.

"So, Uh, how do you two know each other," Sam asked, kicking his legs upon Optimus's dashboard and resting his hands behind his head. The Peterbuilt jolted harshly running over pieces of rubble on the ground making me hiss out an 'Ah'.

"Sorry, young one," Optimus spoke threw his radio.

"S'okay, Optimus," I grumbled. Mikaela ran her fingers through my hair, my head resting in her lap with the rest of my body curled up on the seat. "To answer your question Sam, I go school with you guys."

"I've never seen you before though."

"That's cause I've got mostly AP classes except for Art and Physics. I had Physics with her as my partner."

Sam cast a surprised look at her. "I didn't know you had physics."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me Sam. Like I'm not airhead hottie—and don't act like you never thought that because in some point in time everyone did."

"Whaaat?" Sam's voice cracked and reached a high octave, making me snort at his bewildered expression and 'Kaela slightly irritated one.

"Okay, before Mikaela attacks you from across the cab, tell me how you two lovebirds got together," waggling my eye brows at Sam's blushing cheeks.

"If it wasn't for his car, we wouldn't be dating."

"Wait, what do you mean because of my car? And we're dating? When did that happen and why wasn't I aware of it?" Sam sputtered swinging his sneaker clad feet off the dash.

"Your car was smooth enough to take us out to a romantic lookout point and even start playing 'Sexual Healing' by Marvin Gaye. He had more moves than you did Sam," she hee-hawed placing a hand on his cheek, "and I thought that after I'd kissed you before this whole thing started we'd be together."

"Oh."

"Sam, you're probably the slowest person I know right now," I rolled my eyes, sitting myself up in between them.

"Well, s'not my fault I haven't had that many experiences with the opposite sex," huffing he crossed his arms across his chest.

"You shoulda came to me. I got a grip of friends who got the hots for ya," I shrugged, picking some dirt out from under my fingernail.

Sam visibly perked at the idea, "Really?" Then he remembered his girlfriend who was obviously livid.

"Oh boy," I mumbled not really liking the glare she was giving.

"Really," she hissed at him.

"Sam, Mikaela, and Dahlia, we have reached our destination." Optimus's doors opened up on their own letting us climb out. We were at the Hoover Dam located near the border of Colorado and Nevada. Optimus and the rest of the Autobots drove off into a hanger for loading and unloading large items. A cute solider by the name of William Lennox approached us.

"Don't get any ideas," Mikaela murmured, failing to had a grin. "He's married and has a kid."

I stared wide eyed practically beginning to shout. "That piece of hot ass has a—"

"Ssh," she pressed a finger to her lips giggling all the while. "I know that's what I thought."

"Evening, ladies, Sam," he greeted us with a warm smile. "Until we can get you guys back to your homes, you'll be staying in the bunkers set up by Sect—the military as will the Autobots and your parents," he said looking to Sam and me.

Sam and I both spoke in unison.

"You got my parents back from Simmos?"

"Wait, why the heck is my mom here?"

"Yes, Sam and they're fine. Dahlia, according to Ironhide, your mom was captured a decepticon but he killed it before I could do any damage to her."

"Is she okay?" if anything I knew my mom was probably having some sort of major melt down.

"She's more or less demanding that she's crazy at seeing giant robots trampling the city. Other than that, she's fine. If you follow me, we'll show you the area, you rooms and the cafeteria."

"Question!" I raised my waving it frantically. Will smiled amusedly at me giving a 'yes' nod. "Can we hit the cafeteria first because there's a party in my tummy and not a really good one."

Will chortled out a "yes" and lead us through to the entrance.

"Really, you're quoting Yo Gabba Gabba?" Sam whispered, as we followed Will towards a really large room. Autobots and humans alike mingled as if the end of the damn world almost hadn't happened.

"I thought I was quoting the Wiggles," I tittered.

"You guys seriously watch that show?" Mikaela butted in with her own snickers.

"Don't knock 'til you try it."

"So basically we've got the best they could offer: burgers, sandwiches, hot dogs, and corn dogs. Take your pick," Will told us once he came back over with a tray of food. He plucked a burger up and bit into it. "Once you're down come find me or Epps and we'll take you to your rooms." and with that he left.

Grabbing a burger, corn dog, and a pepsi, we found table next to some guys in suits, Ironhide and Optimus who were conversing deeply about...well probably something to do with birds since they keep mentioning something about a nest. Either way I wasn't paying attention to them and I tried to hold back a gag at Sam and 'Kaela making googly eyes at each other.

"Dahlia," Ratchet's gruff voice came from behind me before his hand scooped me up. The couple took the time to stop sucking face to my body wrapped around Ratchet's thumb. "It's time I attended to your wounds."

"But I wasn't done eating," I harped frowning at the corn dog—I'd finished the burger and the soda already—getting farther away from us as he left the room.

"I need to tend to you now," he argued. He walked into a another room, which I'm surprised had a big enough door to fit him or the other bots, placing me on a huge metal table where a white curtain cut it down middle of it. "You're scrape on your side is infected—no Bumblebee, this is not your doing."

"Bumblebee's here?" I watched Ratchet move the curtain back revealing a very worried 'Bee sitting on the opposite side if the table gurney chirping and whirring worriedly at me.

"He's been asking for you ever since I repaired his legs, which I need you to take it easy on them," he ordered the yellow and black Autobot who tried getting up. "Now, Dahlia need you to remove your clothing."

"What! I'm not taking anything off," I exclaimed wrapping my arms around myself.

"Relax, child. I can't help your injuries with your clothes on. Honestly, I don't understand what's with you humans and your phobia of nudity. Nothing to be ashamed of," Ratchet blathered to himself, gathering medicine and other stuff together.

"Fine," I grumbled, slipping off my jacket. Trying to tug off my my shirt was a problem. It kept getting caught on my elbows making me wince as my ribs moved to much. I growled at myself about to give up when the feel of warm metal pressed against my arms as the shirt slowly pulled off me. The shirt pulled over my face showing 'Bee's face; his blue eyes blinking down at me. I blushed under his gaze and a murmured a quick thanks and averted my eyes his. Ratchet rubbed salve on my side, which healed almost miraculously and only appeared as reddened skin. Leaving the room, he grumbled about humans never having the proper necessities around. I swear that 'Bee was checking me out. Strange thing was...I kinda didn't mind.

"You alright, sugarplum...heart rate's rising! We need to stabilize it!" 'Bee's radio blurted out different transmissions and sayings. He picked me up gently cradling me to his chest. "Need to get...'Hatchet!" he clicked and hummed frantically searching the bot that left the room a few minutes ago to go get some bandages.

"'Bee!" I laughed slightly, touching his metal cheek. Whirring, he made a cute little 'huh' sound that almost sent me into a fit of giggles. Aww, shucks. This guy was adorable. "'Bee, I'm fine. No need to call Ratchet. He's coming back," I uttered the susurration, patting the helm shield resting atop his head.

He nuzzled his large head against my hand softly, speaking with his real voice. "I'm sorry about picking you up today. I didn't mean to scare ya'," he apologized, gliding a big, long, and warm metal index finger under my chin in a soothing manner. Yeah, soothing was the contrary of what was happening to my body by his touch. But I won't say anything. You might think I'm a pervert.

"Actually, I should be thanking you," I breathed out and simpered. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead...so c'mere." Pulling his face slightly to mine, I laid a smooch on the side of his cheek and grinned at him after doing so. "Thank you."

In response, I got exuberant chitters and hums as his beaming blue eyes blinked rapidly with obvious glee. Rapid pants of heat burst vents along his body and his door like wings flickered back and forth. "You're such a cute little thang." He pointed to himself. "Yes, you, ya' little bugger," I teased. Lost in thought I pondered thinking about doing a replica of 'Bee and the whole Autobot team for my mom's gallery—if it was still there—when Ratchet's voice reached my ears.

"Dear, Primus, Bumblebee," Ratchet came stalking in and took me away from 'Bee, "I leave you alone for five minutes and you already manage to fry your vocal processors again. I don't even want to know how."

Ratchet rubbed more salve around my ribs and the bandages me up. "Speaking of which, your mother—"

"Dahlia!"

"Here comes that retched woman now," Ratchet harrumphed. 'Bee let me sit onto his hand before string me on the floor next my mother who immediately pulled away from my new bot friend and me into a fierce hug, despite my pained groans.

"Dahlia, honey, are you okay! I heard what the mean robots did to you!"

"Yeah and by you squeezing the life out of me ain't helping the pain subside. I'm fine mom," I pulled away from her as she smoothed out my hair.

"Sorry sweetie and where's your top at?" she questioned me with a threaded brow raised. 'Bee handed me my shirt on a finger. My mom yanked it off glaring at him before forcing it on to my body.

"Ah! Mom, what gives!"

"Come on, dear. We're leaving," my mom pulled on my arm, yanking me out the room. A worried 'Bee and an irritated Ratchet stared after us.

"Wait why are we leaving," I stumbled after her in the combat boots I wore, entering the bustling cafeteria. I didn't want to leave, especially of it meant the leaving the Autobots, Mikaela, Sam, and Lennox. They were kinda cool.

"Because these robots hurt you! If it wasn't for that idiot yellow machine—" the entire cafe had gone silent. Ironhide glared at my mother; cannons humming to life. Optimus looked on in disapproval.

"You hold on right there mom. If it wasn't for Bumblebee, I wouldn't be here!" I hissed lowly at her. I didn't want to make a scene but seems as if she already was.

"Listen to me Dahlia Kris Monroe!" Whenever she stated my full name, I knew not to argue with that tone. "I refuse to let these psychotic machines be around my daughter. We're going to go home this instant as if this never happened. I'm not going to let you around them or let them corrupt you like that yellow one almost did!"

"'Bee didn't do anything!" I snapped back at her.

"I'm not having this discussion," she said in a final tone. Grabbing my hands, she towed over to Will and Epps, demanding them to take us home. I signaled to them to tell her no but Optimus stepped in, Ironhide, 'Bee, Ratchet, Mikaela, and Sam following behind him.

"Will, Robert, do as the woman says. If she wishes to go home with her daughter, she may."

"We'll see you later, right," Mikaela asked, smiling.

"No, she be around you anymore. You're a threat to the society!" 'Kaela's smile dropped.

"Mom, you can't do this to me! They're my friends!"

"They're involved with those things and you will not be. Now, let's go."

My mom dragged me by the sleeve drawing me further away from my new friends with Will tagging along glaring furiously at my mother. I was sure he was upset about the way she treated the bots. Hell, I was too. Putting me in the military jeep's backseat, my mom walked around the car to get into the front seat when Will slipped me a piece of paper. "Coordinates to our new base, NEST, in Nevada," he whispered quickly as my mom sat in the front passenger seat. I nodded feeling a smile creep onto my face. It wouldn't be the last time I saw the Autobots. All I have to do is keep my mom out of the dark...

A/N: I'm not sure why but I don't think I did a very good job. And yet, I can't seem to change it. Oh well. Hope you liked it.

Review please:] It keeps my creative juices flowing!

-Squid:)