Title: Rising Sun, Falling Star

Author: BlueLunacy7

Chapter Warnings: Crude humor

Pairings: Sam/Bee

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, the any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in anyway, shape, or form. Basically, nothing you recognize is mine.

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Chapter 2: Never cry wolf

Even when liars tell the truth, they are never believed. The liar will lie once, twice, and then perish when he tells the truth. -The Boy Who Cried Wolf

It was a faded pink and grimy white, in some places it looked like steel wool and a baseball bat had been used on it as well. Some dumbass had painted it with house paint in an attempt to fix it up. The windows were too caked with dust and dirt to see the driver (not that there was one) and the plastic ice cream cone on top was cracked. All in all, the ice-cream truck didn't look dangerous and certainly didn't look like it warranted the caution Sam and Miles were giving it.

However, it did have the Decepticon emblem on it side, which definitely warranted caution, but when the truck pulled up in the driveway, Sam got a good look at it from the living room window. The Decepticon emblem was on the far right side of a thin dark purple background that stretched to the left where something was written in dark red, which made it hard to read. It looked like it said: SUCK MY POPSICLE.

Huh. Somebody had sense of humor. 'Might as well get this over with,' Sam thought as he decided to meet whoever this was and if they were a threat, see if he could get them to follow him out of this neighborhood.

"Sam, what are you doing?" Miles grabbed Sam's elbow when he opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch.

Sam didn't take his eyes off the ice-cream truck when he answered, "I want to know if it's a threat or not."

"A threat?" Miles asked incredulously, "It has the Decepticon symbol on it; that defines threat!"

"We ain't no Decepticons, bitch!" A voice called from the ice-cream truck that made Sam sink his teeth into the side of his mouth to keep from laughing. It sounded like freakin' SpongeBob SquarePants and hearing that voice say 'bitch' was hilarious but Sam didn't think the ice-cream truck/possible Decepticon or Autobot would take being laughed at well.

"We're the coolest of the Autobots!" A second voice called out fro the truck. Thankfully, it didn't sound like Patrick or Sam wouldn't have been able to keep his composure.

Sam knew there were new Autobots that he hadn't met yet. One of the rules the powers that be had given NEST was any new Autobot had be 'secured' and 'quarantined' at Diego Garcia and couldn't meet 'Civilian personnel', which Sam technically was, until they were 'authorized' to do so. He thought these rules were stupid but there were a lot of higher ups who wanted NEST disbanded and would use any screw up to do it.

"There are two of you? How does that work?" Sam asked as he stepped off the porch followed by Miles, "Wait, never mind I don't want to know. Why do you guys look like something a broke pedophile would drive?"

"It's called blendin' in," 'SpongeBob' stated, "like a ninja."

"Like a Beverly Hills Ninja." Sam said shaking his head, he couldn't help but smile, having mentally downgraded their threat level, "Well, you need to work on your ninja skills 'cause they suck."

The ice-cream truck actually seemed to sink on its tires as the other voice whined, "Aw man don't be hatin'."

"Does anyone else hear Pretty Fly for a White Guy playing in background?" Miles muttered making Sam laugh.

"Uh huh, uh huh," Sam said with a smile, "So who are you guys?"

"I'm Skids and this is Mudflap." The ice-cream truck broke apart as the two of them transformed into their bipedal shapes.

Thankfully, the new wards around Sam's house and yard were standard 'THNZ' wards also known as 'Think Horses Not Zebras" wards. They changed human perception a little, altering what they were seeing into what they expected to see along with subtle push of 'everything's normal'. As the witch who put them up explained it, most human don't expect to dragons, unicorns or this case Giant Alien Robots, so these wards would give them what they expected to see, not what was actually there. It was a bit more complicated than that and Sam didn't envy the witch that got to explain how the wards worked to the 'bots.

"We wanted to meet Bee's booty call!"

"Excuse me?" Sam asked as Miles started laughing.

"We saw the sex tape and wanted to meet the honey Bee's been bragging 'bout."

"Gotta say you're-" Mudflap said something in Cybertronian that Sam probably wouldn't be very happy with before continuing in English, "you know, for a squishy."

"Thank you ever so much." Sam muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as Miles literally fell down laughing. When Sam had confronted Bee about the infamous 'sex tape' which featured him in both his dragon and human form, he learned that in Cybertronian terms what Bee was doing was similar to a guy showing off a picture of his hot girlfriend in a bikini to his friends.

Sam also found out that Bee had shown it to some of the Decepticons as well in a sort of 'look at what I have and you don't! Nan nan nanna!' It was considered quite a compliment, but it still embarrassed the hell out of Sam.

"I can't breathe!" Miles cackled as he curled up in a ball on the ground, his whole body shaking with laugher.

"Get up, stupid." Sam nudged Miles with his foot, which only made him roll over and continue laughing.

"We need you to talk to Prime." Skids said seriously as he could, "He trusts you, don't know why but he does. There's some new big bad dude called the Fallen."

"The Fallen?" Something about the name echoed oddly in Sam's mind. He shivered as a cold finger of dread went down his spine, as if somebody just walked over his grave. Now there was a cheery thought. "Why don't you tell him if it's so important?"

"We tried but Prime is negotiatin' with some high-powered types for your government and nobody will listen to us." Mudflap said quickly.

'Gee, I wonder why?'

"They think were cryin' wolf but we ain't! We had to sneak out of the base to come talk to you and that ain't easy. Especially when old 'Hide-"

"Sneak out –wait, wait, wait, so you guys haven't been authorized to leave Diego Garcia?"

"Ah…no….we kind of broke out."

"Dudes," Miles said from the ground, "did you guys screw up."

"Somehow I think that's a constant state for them."

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Two hours later….

Sam wanted to take a nap, which said more than he would have liked about how he was feeling at the moment. Considering that half of the second story of his parent's house was destroyed and their yard was riddled with holes and all he wanted to do was curl up somewhere and sleep for the rest of the day.

Thankfully, the rain of destruction was limited to property damage. No one had gotten hurt.

'I knew this was going to be bad but I had no idea!' Sam thought, ignoring how heavy his body felt as he stomped across the once pristine lawn that was now filled with debris and still-smoking holes to where Skids and Mudflap were still trying to beat the crap out of each other. "Hey, Malibu's Most Wanted! Knock it off!"

"He started it!" Both chorused as they pointed to each other.

"I don't give a damn which one of you scrap-heaps started it, I'm finishing it!" Sam shouted back, trying not to think how much he sounded like his mother, "Get your asses in the garage before someone sees you and stay there!"

"You gonna make us, squishy?" Skids asked obnoxiously as he and his brother got to their feet and stood over Sam, trying to use their height to intimidate him.

After dealing with transformers like Optimus Prime and Ironhide who were around thirty-some feet tall, these two seemed rather short in comparison, so the intimidation attempt didn't work. Sam didn't say anything, preferring to let his transformation do the talking and thanking the Gods that the two slag-heads hadn't knocked the wards' anchors too far out of place.

"Uh oh…we in troub~le." Mudflap whimpered as he found himself face to face with an irate dragon.

In reality, Sam wasn't that much taller than the two of them but he was pissed and he didn't feel all that great and he wanted them gone. That made him seem huge and scary as hell, "You got exactly two choices:" he snarled in their faces, showing more teeth than necessary, "you can get in the garage under your own power or I can throw you in there!"

"We'll go…we'll go…" Skids said as he began to move in that direction, much too slowly for Sam.

"MOVE!" He bellowed. Skids and Mudflap knocked each other over as they scrambled to the garage as the sounds of the fire trucks grew louder, prompting Sam to quickly transform back into his human shape, which made him light headed. He had gotten faster at switching forms but it made him feel slightly dizzy if he was tired.

"SAMUEL JAMES WITWICKY!" His mother's voice split the air. Of course, this would be the time that his parents decided to return from there shopping trip.

"God, Goddess, whatever I did to piss you guys off, I'm sorry, okay?" Sam muttered to the sky as his mother stomped up to him, anger in every line of her body.

"Look what they did to my yard! My flowers!" His mother quite literally growled, her face red as she gestured to the partially destroyed house, "I cannot live with PSYCHOTIC ALIENS POPPING UP LIKE THIS!"

"Mom… ssh!" Sam said, making sure none of the fire fighters overheard them.

"Don't you shush me Samuel!"

"Judy, National Security honey," Ron tried to calm his wife, "Look, if we stay quiet, they're gonna take care of everything. They're gonna put us up in a nice hotel, all expenses paid. Just consider this the official start of our remodel...okay?"

"Fine, if the government's paying, I want a pool and a hot tub," Judy stated as she stomped away, "and I'M GONNA SKINNY-DIP AND YOU CAN'T SAY SHIT ABOUT IT!"

Sam couldn't help but comment, "Yes, let's traumatize the neighbors pass all hope shall we?"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" Before Sam could reply, Judy suddenly wailed as she looked in the front yard, "Oh God, there's more of them!"

"Chill mom! I'll take care of it!" Sam told her as he ran to the front yard, having caught sight of a familiar yellow camaro and black top-kick in the street.

"Bee, Bee, Bee." Sam repeated over as he 'hugged' Bee's hood. "God I've missed you."

"What will the neighbors think?" An airy falsetto quipped from Bee's speakers.

"Fuck 'em." Sam murmured, pressing his cheek against the warm metal, "Hmmm…you're so warm." He wondered if Bee would take it amiss if he curled up and took a nap on his hood.

"Poor Sammy's been going through withdrawal." Miles joked to Will as he got out of Ironhide, "His palms have calluses."

"Shut up, Miles." Sam snapped back before asking Will, "How was Shanghai?"

"Scenic." Will replied, completely deadpan, "If you're done humping Bee, what the hell happened?"

"The two idiots in my garage happened." Sam said as he straighten up after placing a small kiss to Bee's hood, "They call themselves Skids and Mudflap-"

"Those slaggers?" Ironhide interrupted, his low voice displaying his annoyance, "What are they doing here; they're supposed to be at the base."

"Well, they snuck out." Miles said, "You guys need to up security or something".

"They wanted me to talk to Optimus about someone called the Fallen." Sam scooted onto Bee's hood and laid down, feeling better than he had felt in the last few days, "Does that name mean anything to you guys?"

Recognition flashed over Will's face, "One of the Decepticons in Shanghai mentioned him."

"That doesn't sound good." Miles commented.

Seeing the way Will's eyes had flickered over to Ironhide, Sam knew he wouldn't give them any more info until they were in a secure place. "Not to change the subject, but do you think the bigwigs would object to me staying at the base for a little while? At least until I move into the dorms?"

"….Come on over, come on over baby….."

"Why?" Will asked, "Did your parents kick you out over this?"

"Please, I could've have been the one who set the house on fire and they wouldn't kick me out. I just thought it would be better if I was out of the way for a little while, you know give my parents some privacy when they're at the hotel." Sam replied, trying not to sound guilty, 'Since this was technically all my fault, the idiots were coming to see me.' "Besides it'll give me a chance to meet the other Autobots when their "quarantine" is done."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Will replied, "If it is, you can stay with me and Sarah."

"I don't want to put-"

"Sam, don't worry about it." Will gave him a look that shut him up, "Besides, Annabelle would be thrilled, 'Dwagon 'ides' whenever she wants."

Sam rolled his eyes at the mention of Will's two year old daughter, who had Sam wrapped around her tiny fingers and knew it, "Let me tell my parents what's happening while you guys get the idiots. I have to ask though, are those two morons really Elite members of the Autobot Special Forces Unit or they just full of it?"

Ironhide made a noise that sounded like a sigh, "They are member of Special Forces Unit but the Elite? Pssh, not even in their dreams."

"What are my chances of getting you to shoot them?"

"I'd prefer it if you didn't encourage the shooting of allies, Sam." Will scolded jokingly, "It makes bad feeling all around if you do that."

"I'm pretty sure we could say it was an accident, I mean it's Ironhide." Sam replied as he walked away to find his parents. "You expect things to randomly explode in his presence."

None of them noticed a beautiful black Lotus Evora a few blocks down, partially hidden by another car that seemed to be watching them.

It had no driver.

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Songs used: Christina Aguilera - Come On Over

So yeah, the 'Decepticon' Ice-cream truck was Skids and Mudflap. They do have the Decepticon symbol while they're an ice-cream truck so you can see why Miles freaked. And I like messing with you guys.^_^

In the movie, Skids and Mudflap don't seem to have a real purpose in Shanghai, so that's why they aren't there in this fic.

Thank you for reading,

-Bluelunacy7