I couldn't wait to update, so I decided to go ahead and go for it. I want to thank those who took time to read this. I'm glad ya'll enjoyed it. Thanks to the one reviewer for pointing out that I left a 5 off of Carolina's weight. Oops! Anyways, here goes. OH! And I want to mention that I changed her age. She's 26 now. And I was thinking….who would she sound like when she sang? Pam Tillis. Kinda young voice, but slightly mature. "Maybe it was Memphis." Is what she is well known for, by the way.

Title: Amarillo by Mornin'

Explanation of Title: "Amarillo by Mornin'" is a wonderful song that George Strait sings. I was going to title this "Amarillo Sky" which is by Jason Aldean, and I still might change it to that later. The setting for this story is obviously, Amarillo, Texas.

Summary: A new Autobot lands in Amarillo, Texas on a sharecroppers land. When Sam and the other's arrive, they find that they have a lot of explaining to do.

Notes: I do not own the Transformers, or Samuel James Whitwicky/Mikaela Banes. I do however own Carolina Hicks. And any affiliations to her.

Characters Involved:

Optimus Prime (also as holo!Optimus)

Bumblebee (also as holo! Bee)

Ironhide (also as holo!Hide)

Ratchet (also as holo!Ratchet)

Jazz (Later on) (also as holo!Jazz)

Sam Whitwicky

Mikaela Banes

Prowl (also as holo!Prowl)

Carolina Rangle Hicks

Age: 26

Height: 5'4

Weight: 125 lbs

Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde/ chin length

Eye Color: Light hazel

Pairings:

Sam x Mikaela

Mikaela x Sam

Carolina x (former boyfriend/dumps her at beginning of story)

Optimus x Carolina

Anyways, enough of all that. I'm sure ya'll are ready for the story. So here it goes…ladies and gentlemen..I present to you :

Amarillo by Mornin'

It all seemed a bad dream, one that she would wake up from and everything would be okay. Her land was on fire, and soon everything that she owned would be gone. She would own not even a damn dime to her name. Carolina tossed and turned in her sleep, having a silent fit. Everything was on fire, and she was helpless to stop it. She lived ten to fifteen miles outta town, and the nearest fire station was thirty miles away. They would never reach her in time. She was powerless again, just like she was unable to stop her father from dying, or her mother and brother's leaving her behind in this small backwater town.

Anger ripped through her and she felt a growl leave her throat. Hazel eyes fluttered open and Carolina shot strait up from the bed. She clenched the comforter in her hands and gazed around. Her room. There was black ash covering the walls and the stench of burnt wood filled her nose. She caught sight of someone scrubbing the baseboards. It was a dark-haired girl, giving off grunts of frustration as she tried to clean away the remainder of what had happened that night.

"Who are you?"

Mikaela jerked her head up at the sound of a feminine voice coated with a slight drawl. She stood and beamed at the woman in the bed. Carolina felt her eyes narrow at the brunette; she reminded her of the girls that she had gone to school with. The ones that were too beautiful for their own good and they felt that their only way to show their beauty was through tight clothes and a thick coat of make-up on their face. But she was not one to judge and she blinked as the pretty girl offered her a gorgeous smile and a tanned hand.

"I'm Mikaela Banes. I came here with the guys…do you remember? What happened last night?" The brunette had a sad tone in her voice, like she was talking to someone that had just lost a family member. Carolina felt a lump in her throat as she nodded and shook Mikaela's hand with a stiff arm.

"Why are you here?" She watched Mikaela's expression change from that of pity to a nervous look.

"Well I let the other's explain that to you. We put out the fire last night. It was bad but….we stopped it from getting to the rest 700 acres or so." With that Carolina breathed a sigh of relief. So, the fire had no taken all from her, she still had a good bit to grow on.

"Thank you. I suppose I owe ya'll everything I have to offer." Mikaela was thrown out of her daze by the sound of the woman's slightly husky voice. "Oh no! Its fine, actually we were interested in getting you back on your feet."

Carolina's brow furrowed. Why would they want to help her with that. Never mind, she had things that she had to tend to, questions could come later. Suddenly her eyes went wide. "What happened to…"

"Oh! Your guitar? I brought it in last night. That he said that you play pretty good." Carolina shook her head in distress. "No….my dog…..Shooter he's a chocolate lab, still a pup.."

"Ohh! He's outside. Do you want to see him?" Carolina flung the covers off of her and noticed that she had been cleaned of all ash and soot, and had been dressed in her night things. She glanced up at the other woman and honestly hoped that she had been to one to re-dress her. "I did that after they brought you inside. I figured that you had a lot of well..shit to wake up to this morning, so you might want to be clean."

Carolina couldn't help but smile, maybe this girl could prove her earlier judgments otherwise. "Thank you, I really 'preciate it."

"No problem. I'm just here to do what I can."

Carolina stiffly made her way to her dresser, one hand against the aching area on the small of her back. She gave a grunt when she bent to open the last drawer, withdrawing a clean pair of jeans. She didn't hesitate to slide off the silk shorts and don the pair of Cruel girl Wrangler jeans. When she shrugged the tee over her head she heard the brunette give a laugh.

Carolina turned and raised a blonde eyebrow. "Yea? Somethin' funny?"

"Nah. I just remembered your tattoo. I thought it was odd for a woman who works on a farm to have a tribal tattoo on her lower back." Carolina snorted. "Don't forget that I was once a teenager too. I had those mad fits of immature things I wanted to do. No offense."

Mikaela waved her hand absently. "None taken, I understand." Carolina pulled a tank top from the chair next to her bed. It was piled full of clean clothes. Thank God she had decided to do the laundry. She slid the white tank on her slender form and searched for a pair of socks while she chatted with the young brunette.

When the two females finally exited the house, a dreaded anticipation of what she was about to see filled Carolina's heart while a bad taste filled her mouth and her stomach churned. She began to follow Mikaela around the back of the house, hands stiff at her sides. She was scared of what she was about to see. There was a sudden barking when she rounded the back, and her eyes flew open. Shooter! The tall lab bounded across the ground towards her and practically knocked her to the ground when he reached her. She crouched low and accepted the dogs vigorous greeting. She hugged him around his neck and clung to the dog.

"Good boy. How's mama's baby today?" He eagerly licked her chin in reply and then took off towards the crops. He wanted her to follow him, she knew that dog well enough to figure out what he wanted. Where he ran off to there was the flow of music that reached her. Rock. When she got close enough she could decode the words. Scorpions "Rocking Like a Hurricane" filled the silence that reigned over her back fields.

What she saw next nearly gave her a heart attack.

There was the devastation of some of the crops burnt….this must be were they contained the fire. But that wasn't what shocked her. It was the sight of several shirt-less men working there. Several very WELL built shirt-less men working out there. Five in total. And for about five minutes, Carolina nearly forgot about Michael.

"Hello, heaven and thank you sweet, sweet Lord." She heard Mikaela burst into laughter the way she was watching the men, and her sudden expression. The brunette's laughter caught the worker's attention. When they turned, Carolina nearly passed out. She recognized the blonde, surfer looking boy from last night. He flashed a turnyourkneesintogoo smile at her, and she was sure if she had been seventeen again she would've fainted. Then there was a tall man, and from what looked like to be, the most muscular of them all. He had short, black, military cropped hair and she could see several scars on his face from here. His arms were HUGE! From the look of him, Carolina made the assumption that he was a soldier.

There was a shorter, black haired man as well. He reminded her of the surfer boy, more mature looking. Next to him was a man with graying brown hair. He was leaning against a shovel, foot crossed over the other. And finally there he was.

Her savior. Angel. Whatever you so wished to call him.

The sight of him impressed her the most. He had to be at least 6'6, towering over the others, but his height only a tad bigger than the scarred fellow. He smiled kindly at her, and THAT almost sent her reeling.

She turned around to face Mikaela and placed her hands into a praying position, closing her eyes and mouthing, 'Thank you God'. She heard the girl erupt into laughter again.

"Good Morning. We borrowed your radio. Hope you don't mind." That was the blonde, she remembered his voice. She turned to address him and nearly said out loud. 'You can borrow my bed too if you want, cutie.'

Wait…..WHAT? What was she thinking? She had a boyfriend. But, Jesus, she couldn't help herself. There was five, extremely hot men doing clean up duty in her back field. What would you do in this kind of situation? They were doing more for her now than Michael had ever done in their whole relationship.

"Are you alright, Miss Hicks?"

"Huh?Oh…yes, thank you. Its just a little……hotter outside today…more than usual." Literally.

"The temperature is currently 101 degrees. That is not unusual for this area, it is actually rather common." The gray headed man spoke this time. She blinked. "Oh well…maybe its just me then."

The blonde nodded and they all turned to continue their work. Carolina turned and fanned her face. Now, there was only one thing she had to see now, the real damage.

"Alright, Mikaela, take me to were it really hurt me." There was a slight hesitation before the younger girl answered her. "Are you sure? I mean…..are you ready for this?"

Carolina swallowed hard and nodded. "I gotta see it sometime, lets go." She had a feeling she was going to regret this.

Wohooo. She got to meet the holo!mechs. Haha. If you couldn't figure out which ones are which, here's the breakdown for you:

Blonde/ surfer looking young man: Bumblebee

Black haired/soldier older man: Ironhide

Black haired/ younger man: Prowl

Brown haired/graying hair: Ratchet

Brown haired/ tall her "savior": Optimus

Well, I like the way this is going. Review and I will be posting ASAP! Thanks. 