Linariel – Three reviews all were encouraging they really pumped me to get the next chapter up. Just to let you know this story will switch from different perspectives not all the time but a good amount of it. It's sort of you could say an experiment and it's not to often done. But don't worry I know where I'm going with this story I just like to keep people interested.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Transformers the credit for these remarkable characters goes to Hasbro and Michael Bay's team who produced the movie, and Dreamworks. I do however own all the characters that don't appear in any of the TF or any other show, movie, or book.

No Refuge

Adjusting Part 1

"…But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and provide new Guards for their future security…"

- The Declaration of Independence

"Good Morning to you, Good Morning to you…" Played the speakers loudly from inside the yellow racing striped camaro. It awakened its sleeping passenger that HAD been nestled in the back seat, dozing quiet comfortably. Struggling to sit up, Sam Witwicky glared daggers at the playful autobot. When nothing happened in response he sighed, and unbuckled his seat belt to hop into the front passenger seat.

In an instant a young man dressed in an almost sporty outfit, a leather jacket, with spiky honey blond hair, and almost unreal bright blue eyes, playfully winked at him. "About time you got up sleepy head. Another cycle and I might have had to pull my aft over and check on you."

Rolling his eyes obliviously not a morning person Sam grumbled as the seat belt instantly secured itself around him. "You didn't have to wake me up you know 'Bee. We aren't meeting the others till later this afternoon in…"

"Dallas, Texas." Bumblebee confirmed his human hologram flickering a little before stabilizing itself. "I know but Ratchet would have my aft if I didn't as he said 'make sure Sam only sleeps the proper amount of time for a human'"

"Well for a teenage boy such as myself we sleep in way later then this." the boy argued with a yawn stretching his arms slightly. He was a bit of a disheveled mess but who could expect anything else for what he'd been through.

"What's got you so down bud?" Bee asked noticing the way his human friend was slouched in his seat.

"I miss the others. Don't get me wrong Bee I enjoy our time together, hanging out. But I can't help missing Will, Sarah, Annabelle, Glen, Maggie, Epps, and most of all Mikeala." just thinking about his girlfriend made all the more reason to miss her, he didn't like to be separated. They'd been dating for a few months before his whole life went downhill even more so then when the autobots came to Earth.

"You will see them soon." the scout reminded his buddy.

"Still there's also the people we left behind…" Sam shrugged with a bitter smile. "But hey 'No Sacrifice, No Victory.'" the silence that followed after that lasted for at least an hour in a half till Bee noticed his charges vital signs spiking up. A soft moan came from his sleepy passenger. Sam rubbed his temples furiously trying to get rid of the pain that was building up at the back of his head. No, no, no, no, no not now… Finally he couldn't take it anymore. "Bumblebee." he croaked.

"Yes Sam?" his guardian replied instantly.

"Next gas station. We pass. Could we stop there? I need to get something." Sam leaned back against the seat knowing this was just a daily routine for him. He couldn't believe he was out of aspirin if this headache increased any more he didn't know what he'd do.

As soon as his guardian pulled over and the door popped open he started to exit out of the camaro but before he could get within three feet of it. The horn honked making him turn around nearly stumbling over his own feet.

Bumblebee didn't like the way he moved about it wasn't natural. "Sam maybe we should go to Ratchet, and get this checked out it could be serious. The only time you get like this is before you do something…" he whispered to him.

Sam shook his head. "No I'm fine, alright, just a headache. I don't need 'Hatchet right now." he dizzily made his way into the little store ignoring the chirping that came from Bee urging him to come back.

Trying to get his bearings Sam pushed the glass doors open, and trudged into the beaten up little supermarket. He needed relief soon or murder would pound through his skull again. He made his way over to the cashier, a tall nimbly teenage girl maybe a year older. She chewing on gum, blowing a bubble till it popped then repeating the process. Needless to say it didn't make him feel any better.

Finally she looked up from the magazine she had been engrossed in. Her nose scrunched seeing the scruffy bed head boy, with strange blue eyes. "You want somethin' kid?"

"Aspirin." he replied in almost a whisper. "Aleve, Tylenol, Ibuprofen whatever you got for headaches."

She rolled her eyes she didn't really understand why she needed to get it for him. But she decided to anyways. Good grief it looked like he'd collapse anytime now. Shuffling through she made her way to an aisle nearby and plucked a bottle of aspirin from it. She placed it on the counter in front of the boy then looked at him again. "Anything else sir?"

He blinked once squinting his eyes to focus on the counter. "Uh yeah a bottled water would be nice, thank you… Betsy." he added reading her nametag.

Betsy huffed and slid open the nearby ice chest, pulled out a bottled water placing it also on the counter. "That all?" she really hoped he wouldn't ask for anything else her shift ended five minutes ago, she needed to get going, then again her replacement wasn't here yet. To her relief he nodded. Ringing up his purchases she looked up to meet his still bright eyes, which she could swear looked like they were glowing. "That'll be 5.46."

Sam sighed and dug his wallet out of his jeans, depositing a crisp ten-dollar bill on the counter. When the cashier went to get him change, he knew he didn't have time to wait this. He could feel his head starting to pound more. "It's alright… Keep it." grabbing the outstretched bag he pushed himself out of the store and made his way back to his car.

Betsy stared after him then back at the ten-dollar bill. Was he nuts? He'd just blown off receiving four dollars and fifty-four cents in change. She would never do that if she could help it. Strange kid…Remembering how clumsy he had been she had noticed his drivers license with his name on it before he put his wallet away. Spike Chase. Odd name…

Sam slowly made his way back to car. The doors popped open allowing him to get in. Falling into the seat with a thud he bit his lip to keep from showing any discomfort. Hastily he unscrewed the cap from the aspirin, dumping a small pill into his outstretched. He had shook too hard though, a few ended up on the floor. He didn't notice at first unscrewing the water bottle cap he tossed the pill into his mouth, and took a swig of the drink. Gasping he let out a strange clicking sound before he leaned back into the seat. After a good few minutes he noticed the mess in on the floor, he shook his head brushing the dirty pills onto the ground outside. The seat belt snaked firmly around him, and the door shut on it's own.

The whole time his guardian remained silent. But his worries were increasing, he hadn't seen Sam this bad in a while. His holoform flickered on and he looked to him eyeing him carefully. "Are you sure you're not having another one of those spells?" he examined him. To his relief the teenager's eyes were back to the same milk chocolate brown they usually were.

"No Bee' I'm not don't worry about it." Sam forced a smile, and laugh to ease his friend, before patting the dashboard. "Nothing but a headache, humans get them off and on it's not big deal."

Truth be told Sam wasn't feeling too well. He wasn't that bad though, and he did not want Ratchet maternal instincts to kick in, thinking that he was damaged or something. He, and Mikeala received a first hand experience of intensive care under the medical officer's watch after Mission City. It was okay but he didn't really relish the idea of having it happen again.

It was true some scars still held pain. He would admit that much. The battle still had an effect on him even after almost a year of recovery and Ratchet's medical expertise he still felt aches at times. But he had learned to adapt, and was starting to recover. As Ratchet predicted though the effect of not only driving the All Spark into Megatron's chest, but also the falling off a ten-story building, and many other things had left him with cracked ribs, a concussion, and one too many stitches needed. It was a wonder that he'd even survived. But Samuel James Witwicky wasn't a quitter or a person to show off his pain. He had held it back most of the time not letting his guardian or his girlfriend see it. It was had been his problem after all not theirs.

That was then though this is now. Now we know what my problem is, and we're fugitives because of it. Five Autobots, and Eight Humans all on the run from the government, oh the bitter irony of it all just months ago they had been friends, allies with them, now they were their enemies. The groups split up in the day, and met at night then were on the road again, till they reached some place where they could stay for a while. A frown creased the boy's face he couldn't help but feel guilty for what happened to his friends. They had stuck up for him, and ended up in the crossfire becoming renegades.

As if reading the teenager's thoughts Bumblebee looked to Sam with a deep understanding. "Sam you know it's not your fault. They chose to help."

"But it's because of me they're doing it Bumblebee. I just sometimes wonder…"

"Was it right thing to do." the young autobot piped in.

"Exactly." Sam sighed gently relaxing into the driver's seat taking great care as he could to not let his sore back bother him. It will pass it always does. He watched the desert pass them by nothing but sand, and more sand to see for miles. The sun peeked up casually shinning through the window hitting him right in the eyes, making him squint till the glass tinted to make the heat rays not come in so violently. After a long time of nothing but silence the teen spoke up. "Why 'Bee?"

"Pardon?"

Staring down at his gloved hands Sam spoke again without looking up. "Why did it have to choose me?"

Finally after at least three hours inside a musty, over crowded, supermarket, Mikeala Banes and her partner had emerged into the daylight outside. Taking in a breath of fresh air the teenage grease monkey reveled in the familiar smell of carburetor fluid, and oil. She'd never admit it out loud but the scent almost always reminded her of her father, which made her kind of homesick. The sun soaked into her tanned skin letting her relax finally finding peace and quiet around her. Looking about the area she brushed a few strands of dark brown bangs out of her face as she scanned about looking for their guardian.

"Oh bother. Are you sure we have everything Mi- Amelia?" a rich Australian accent broke out into the peaceful silence.

Whipping her head around to look at her partner her oceanic blue eyes to fixed on a pair of soft brown ones of Maggie Madsen, she was practically her age maybe two or three years older. A little dazed from having been broken from her thoughts Mikeala finally nodded. "Yeah I don't think anything's missing if that's what you're asking…" then she looked at her friend again. "Mag-Abigail you didn't forget the diapers again did you?" she too was having a hard time remembering to use her fake identity in public.

"Now why would I ever forget that?" an amused smile broke on former analyst face. "We don't want to have a repeat of last time after all." she seemed to be trying to hold back a couple of snickers unsuccessfully as the fiasco came back to the two of them.

Mikeala couldn't help but giggle at the memory that came with that reply as she pushed the cart. Glen, and Epps were the only ones free to watch the infant. Having one being a military tech sergeant, and the other being an average young man that had lived at home with his mamma... it is safe to say they weren't prepared for the responsibility. They couldn't change her diaper the entire time because the lack of them and not thinking in their male brains to improvise. In the end the others came home to a smelly mess. "Poor guys. They just weren't cut out to take care of a baby."

Maggie snorted in an unladylike way, close to breaking out into fits of laughter again. "I'll say."

Turning her attention back to the parking lot Mikeala looked about until a familiar shade of color came into view. "Ah ha found him." she pointed out a yellow H2 Hummer parked between a black jaguar and a tan ford explorer it looked average enough. Good thing he decided to remove his flashing lights and label for the time being. Too many questions would follow if they were seen driving a search and rescue to the supermarket. Why Ratchet insisted on being the one to accompany them she still didn't have a clue.

As soon as they got within distance of the truck a man appeared in the drivers seat of a approximately 40 year old with graying brown hair and a bald top head. Dressed causally in average every day clothes no one would suspect he was a hologram of the infamous Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer, and big hulking mech. He looked to the two of them for a moment acknowledging them before he turned his blue 'eyes' to the groceries the two girls had collected. His optics turned to an unnaturally bright blue for a moment as he still stared at the items in the cart as the two of them approached.

There could only be one explanation for that and Mikeala knew right away what he was doing. A sinking feeling went through her gut suddenly realizing just why Ratchet had been so insistent on coming with them. That sneak... she let out a deep groan stopping in place a few feet away from their ride she fixed her eyes on their guardian. "Mr. Overprotective strikes again." she muttered.

This caught Maggie's attention. She looked to the teenager puzzled. Raising an eyebrow she whispered to her. "What? Why did you stop Mikeala?" completely forgetting to use her alias. "Aren't we supposed to be getting this stuff back to base."

"Maggie I don't think we're going to base just yet." Mikeala said with a sigh as she noticed Ratchet motioning them closer.

Maggie was about to ask why but Ratchet chimed in before she could say anything. "You two took quite a while."

Trying to avert his attention away from the groceries, she saw an ounce of hope that he didn't do what she thought he'd done. Maybe if we act natural he won't notice. Mikeala shrugged. "The list was really long Ratch'."

"And the place was packed." Maggie added with an exasperated sigh. "I just hope we didn't forget anything."

Once the girls finished packing the supplies into the back the hologram instantly vanished hummer's door opened on cue, allowing Mikeala into the driver's seat, and Maggie to take the passenger side.

/It seems everything is here. / Ratchet's voice boomed over the loud speakers once the door was shut, but it didn't really bother either of them since they were getting used to it. The two girls couldn't help but smile at each other feeling they were out of the deep end. Then in an instant his voice seemed to tone from mild to a serious one. /However.../

"Oh no." Mikeala groaned, he'd remembered all right.

Catching on Maggie muttered under her breath. "Here it comes."

Paying little attention to their words the seasoned medic went on. /I do believe that a decent portion of the organic fuel you have will sustain your kind but there is a certain amount that could be threaten to your bodies immune system. Henceforth they must be removed immediately. / The two let out another set of frustrated groans almost in unison but like before he seemed to pay it no mind he was used to this reaction. A list neatly printed out from his dashboard showing all the items they needed to return.

After a quick assessment of things, Maggie glared at the dashboard. "You are not taking away my cigarettes."

/Maggie Madsen as your temporary guardian, I will not allow you to cause damage your lungs that could result… /

"I know what could happen but to be honest I don't really care Ratchet." She huffed waving her hands in the air in frustration. "I need it."

I'm stuck in the middle of a fight between an angry young adult and a twenty-foot robot. Save me… Mikeala thought with a sigh leaning back to allow the two of them to continue their bicker contest. But soon she got fed up with it, and decided to intervene. "Maybe just one packet wouldn't hurt Ratchet."

/No and that is my final word on the matter, I look out for all of my patients' well beings. None of you are going offline from hazardous chemicals while I still have a spark to vocalize about it. /

Without a word a seat belt pulled around the blonds waist. Letting out an unpleasant growl Maggie kicked the dashboard. It didn't even bother the autobot but it seemed to annoy him, because the seat she was in leaned back on cue away from the compartment. Mikeala still couldn't get over the fact that her older friend was acting like a child. /Mikeala take everything on this list back. Then and only then will we be on our way to our destination. /

With a frown Mikeala tried to reason with him. "I know your trying to look out for us Ratchet, but not all of these things could really hurt us. Humans like to have more then just the basics."

For a long moment not another word was spoke while Maggie tried with no avail to get out of the seat belt, Mikeala waited for answer. She really hoped he would say yes it wasn't easy to argue with a giant robot, and Sam would be upset to find that they didn't bring him back any goodies. With the silence the teenager could only guess that he was accessing files to decide to make a decision. Finally he spoke up. /Very well, I will let you keep four items from the list but put back the rest. / Mikeala nodded knowing that was the best they were going to get.

She rummaged through the bags distributing everything that Ratchet deemed unsafe into bags. Maggie yelled out from the front. "If I can't have it at least save me a can of Pringles." An amused smile spread on Mikeala's face as she found the can in question and a few cases of Mountain Dew soda (Sam's favorite), along with some of the other favorites of the gang. Before she walked back into the store leaving the two behind. I just hope leaving them together won't be a problem.

/SLAG IT! MUST YOU TWO LISTEN TO THIS DEGRADING MUSIC?! / A very peeved weapons specialist roared over loudspeakers of the black GMC Topkick.

The older man who was casually touching the steering wheel looked at it helplessly with a shrug. "Sorry 'Hide it's Glen's turn to pick the station, I'd much rather listen to rock or even blues, instead of rap if I had my way." The music was irritating he had to agree with his guardian on that part but he'd made a deal with the young hacker and he wasn't about to break it.

/That's another thing why must he come with us? Wouldn't it be more proficient if it were just you, and I. Lennox? /

"Uh, hello, guys!" Glen Whitmann shook his hand in front of the steering wheel in both their faces. "Yeah, I can hear you both right now. You really need to get with it, Rap is the way to go!" he cheered moving about in his seat to beat of the music, as he tapped his fingers on the glove box.

The glove box popped open on whim nearly catching his fingers in it, making Glen have to pull back rather suddenly. /Do that again and I will teach you a lesson you will not soon forget Whitman. /

With a wave of his hand the African American let out an exasperated sigh. "Hey man, chill, don't worry about it. I forgot for a moment I apologize…" after a pause he added with a snicker. "Mr. Grumpy Truck."

The engine revved dangerously.

"Glen don't provoke him." Will said shaking his head then patted the steering wheel. "Easy 'Hide calm down. You know we couldn't do this without taking another person, those were Optimus's instructions. Besides we can' t take Epps I used to go everywhere with him in the past, someone might fit the pieces together, and figure out where the ex soldier is."

"And the rest of us while they're at it." Glen shook his head with a frown. " I still can't believe they did this. After all the autobots did for this country… no for the world… they still tried to control things. They even went after Sam." He scowled a bit at this comment for once in the day Whitmann looked serious. "I'm still not enjoying this being on the road almost every other week... we're missing out on so much."

/It's for your protections as well as ours. /

"Yeah well it's still not the greatest arrangement."

Will nodded he couldn't help but agree with him for once. Things were rough but they were already in this too deep. "Hey, hey guys. Let's get our minds back on business. We've only got six hours till we need to meet the others."

"I don't get why we mix match so much. I mean I usually ride with Jazz during this. But Optimus Prime assigned Will's family to him for the day."

/Jazz just better be taking good care of Annabelle and Sarah or Primus help me I will have his aft for putting them in danger. /

Will couldn't help but smile at the autobot's last comment. The big guy wouldn't admit it but he was getting attached to little Annabelle Lennox. It was interesting how she of all humans could make such a close friendship with the trigger-happy bot. If Annie ever got scared or provoked it set Ironhide off. He was like an Uncle to her. Uncle 'Hide… he laughed at the thought. In fact he was so caught up in memories that he didn't notice the scene they were driving into.

Ironhide he slammed on the brakes screeching to a halt. A huge line of cars had formed on the highway and both sides were blocked off. They had to drive right down the middle. Glancing out the window they saw shards of glass, bits and pieces of cars that looked to be char boiled in smoke. Three ambulances were there, emergency teams hurried about trying to gather up the survivors. They had come upon a scene of absolute chaos.

"What the heck?" Glen asked taking in the scene with confusion.

Will couldn't say a word it just was somewhat unreal, then again he had a feeling he knew what the cause of it was. As the line moved on they finally came up to a police car, hastily checking they were relieved to see the familiar words 'To protect and serve' on the side of the car. Taking a deep breath Will put on the face of one who had never seen this kind of damage before. "Is something wrong officer?"

The police officer looked up from his clipboard with a deep sigh, he looked exhausted. It was safe to assume they'd been on this since last night. "Nothing sir just doing a check out on all drivers passing through this area." He shrugged his shoulders trying to act causal. "There has been a bit of an upset." The man then extended out his palm looking at them expectantly. "May I see your ID sir?" Pulling out his fake ID the police officer checked it over then handed it back. "Thank you Thomas Chase." He looked to Glen. "Now yours." Grudgingly the hacker handed it to him. "Thank you Marcus Riggs." Taking a moment to file down their information the officer then looked up at the men and nodded. "Okay you're both clear to go have a nice afternoon."

With that they drove on away from the wreckage.

Glen gasped breathing in and out he'd been holding his breath through the whole ordeal. "What was that all about?"

"I'm not sure but I'll bet it had something to do with the decepticons." Will said not glancing from the road for a second.

/You are correct Lennox the area reeks of their signal. / Ironhide's voice held deep disgust, anger, and a slight bit of disappointment for not being there in time to catch the decepticon in the act.

"Do you think they know about Sam or any of us?" Glen asked with a frown.

"Let's hope not." Lennox replied with a worried glance back at the area they'd just left.

A/N – Hope that you guys liked that and didn't find it boring I promise it will get more exciting. Don't worry the other fugitives will come in soon enough heh I just well uhm this thing is already 4,234 words I think that's enough for one chapter

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