A/N: Wow...I take it there're a few Bee/Sam fans out there huh? :P Nice to hear such a positive response to the first chapter although the angst had me wanting to listen to AQUA just to feel happy again (or that music would have driven me insane).
So I was cruising Youtube and on my "recommended for you" section was a vlog entitled: Transformers 2: Worst Move EVER. And I did this thing 0_0? I watched it, and the two guys ranting was funny, but the searing hate I felt from them was, I think, unfounded. ANYONE who was a fan of Transformers knew the bloody movie was going to be nothing but loud noises, Megan Fox and WWE robots...so why all the hate? Yes there were unnecessary things like the Mom eating reefer brownies, the dogs humping and Simmons' ASS (scarred for life), but I thought the low brow humour and cheesy dialogue was cute. And never once did I think the Twins were a "racial stereotype". If anything I raised an eyebrow at Jazz in the first movie. I think some people just need to lighten up and start eating their cereal with 2% instead of moose piss.
Sam Witwicky: Project Anomaly
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters or storyline regarding the Transformers universe both comic/television and movie (2007/2009). They are copy written to Hasbro, DreamWorks, and Paramount Pictures. I am just a twisted individual with spare time on her hands creating a warped version of the franchise.
General Warnings: Language, graphic violence, torture, possible rape, explicit sexual situations between robotic and non-robotic life forms, and of course; Sam's neurotic behaviour.
Warnings for this chapter: Language and sexual situations.
"Normal Speech"
'Internal Thought'
"Cybertronian"
"-Radio Transmission-"
Chapter Two: "Party Crasher"
In which there are overloading robots and Sam starts to relive... puberty?
"In a cosmic sense, we've just woken up from a very long dream. Now, we have quantitative answers for where are we, what is all this, and...what time is it. You see, a man's telescope is the very essence of-"
Sugar.
Sam's hand right hand twitched towards his backpack lying at his feet. There was a strict rule that no food be present in lecture halls, but...
Sam's mouth began to salivate and that strange throbbing was back. At first, back at the military hanger, it felt like he had been watching a horror flick and the adrenaline was surging through him. He had written it off as excitement and stimulus from the battle, not giving it a second thought. Now, it was more like he had been running for miles and his heart was pounding in his head. Sam rubbed his forehead and felt the beads of perspiration gathering at his temple.
'Just great,' he thought grumpily. It wasn't bad enough he was craving a gasoline tankard of syrup or even better; a fifty foot cinnamon bun oozing with melted icing sugar, maybe even with a cream cheese filling...
"Dude!" Leo hissed nudging him in the shoulder. "You're drooling all over your textbook!"
Sam wiped his mouth hurriedly and used the bottom hem of his t-shirt to smear the residual saliva off the dampened page. He smiled sheepishly at his friend who only looked at him incredulously and went back to listening to the pompous lecturer-
"-who is a brilliant scientist and should be revered above God, Himself. But, I'm getting off topic. Every star in every galaxy is made of the same atoms, but these atoms constitute only about four percent of the substance of the universe. All of what we see is a trace constituent. Now we know how long we've been here, as a universe. And that is thirteen point seven five billion year, a number we have proven-"
False.
Sam grimaced as he chewed on a piece of sugar encrusted candy he had covertly swiped from the side pocket of his bag. He could taste the chemical imperfections, the artificial sweetener and fillers. He spat the chewed glob into his hand and looked for a place to wipe it. Finding none, he flicked it inconspicuously into Leo's open laptop case. He needed pure glucose. Carbs, he needed those too. A big fat, hot out of the oven, loaf of French bread, with herbs spices and garlic butter. Sam wiped another sluggish trail of spit, before anyone could reprimand him.
What was with him? Sure he'd had food cravings before, but this was ridiculous! Sam's left leg started to twitch up and down, a dull tapping filling the room. He bit the end of his pen as another throb pulsated through his body, seeming to originate from his heart. Was he having a heart attack? He frowned. 'I'm way too young for that.'
So what could it be then? He sporadically looked around the room for anything resembling information on the subject he was trying to analyze. The chalkboard held nothing, the text below him held useless (and misguided) data on the planetary bodies and physics. His eyes settled on the portable computer Leo was playing Solitaire on with a less than enthusiastic expression.
"I need to borrow that," Sam whispered.
"What? My laptop?"
"Yeah, just for a few seconds."
"No, man. I'm doing my notes, get your own," he frowned.
"Look," he hissed, grasping the curly haired boy's collar and dragging him forward until they were eye to eye. "I may or may not be having a heart attack and would just like to know if I can rule that little itsy bitsy possibility out! Okay?"
Leo's eyes widened. "You think you're having a heart attack, bro?"
"No. Yes. I don't know," Sam huffed, letting go of his friend's shirt. "I just need some info, okay dude?"
"Mr. Witwicky..."
Sam groaned. 'Not now.'
"Would you like to once again share your vast knowledge with the rest of the class, or am I safe to continue with my lecture?" Professor Colan asked snidely.
Before Sam could answer, Leo interjected. "No, sir, I think he's having a heart attack."
The seedy looking man was less than convinced. "I'm getting extremely tired of these little pranks." He smiled, as charmingly as he could to the young women seated in the first row. "Such activities reflect a malnourished and juvenile mind." The girls tittered.
'Malnourished is right,' Sam agreed. He threw his text and notebook into his backpack and stood up, looking at his astronomy professor. "I'm going to run and get a slurpie, you want one?"
Colen's face reddened. "Mr. Witwicky, need I remind you, you have a report due tomorrow, and since you're such an expert in the matter on cosmology, I'm assigning you double the word count. "
"So, you don't want one?"
"OUT!"
Sam sighed in frustration as he walked out of the campus convenience store with a grocery bag full of artificial sweets, soda, and potato chips. He gnawed absently on the straw of his slurpie, the cup's contents long gone. The pulsing was gone too, for the moment. Well, it obviously wasn't a heart attack because he hadn't keeled over on the sidewalk yet. Maybe he was just lacking sleep, nutrients, and peace.
He shrugged. It was probably just the past few months catching up to him. Getting a girlfriend, having a transforming car, an alien war, college. That could take a lot out of you. He groaned when he remembered the report he hadn't even started yet was now double the workload. 'Well scrap sleep. Looks like I'm going to be doing an all nighter.'
Out of the corner of the eye he saw a flash of yellow and looked up in surprise. His smile faded when he realized it was a convertible with three girls singing wildly too some pop song. Sam dumped the empty cup into a nearby trashcan and rubbed his arm absently. He missed that crazy chirping lummox. The look on Bee's face when he had told him 'no'...it hurt, but he just couldn't deal with it then, and he wasn't sure if he could deal with it now.
Regardless, he was positive that he couldn't live a life without the spunky robot.
Two blocks away, a yellow Camero with twin cobalt stripes sluggishly rolled down the street. There was minimal traffic except for the blonde girls who had whipped passed him, one pulling down the collar of her tank to show her cleavage. Luckily, he had bled a tint into the "windows" so they could not see the vehicle was unmanned. Bumblebee was vastly confused by human behaviour. Wanting to know why a human would display such skin to a stranger, he accessed a local WIFI connection and logged on to the internet, looking for any information on the subject. What he found were video feeds of something called 'Girls Gone Wild'. Naively opening the casts had been a mistake.
Humans. They had a completely backwards way of communication. They would vocalize one thing and the definition would be something of the polar opposite. No wonder there was so much confusion and conflict on the planet.
He refocused his attention on the task at hand. He quickly applied his brakes and swung into the nearest angle parking stall. Sam had stopped moving, seemingly content to lean himself on the streetlamp not fifty yards away. Bee's optic scanners activated and he gave a low warble in confusion as readings came in from his human. Sam always had exhibited radiation both from contact with the alien artefacts and the Transformers themselves, but they seemed to be elevated. The boy's internal temperature was an alarming 103.2 degrees Fahrenheit and there was also a high level of current electricity surrounding him.
What was going on? Bee thought it safe and not to mention protocol to inform Optimus of the situation. Sam was his primary concern and even though the boy thought it best that they be separated, the yellow Autobot was not about to agree.
.....Opening Com Link. Cybertronian ID required. Verifying...
.....Access Granted.
Scanning frequencies....Initial scan of two Cybertronian signatures...
Bumblebee frowned. Only two? His primary function was a tactical scouting unit and his scanners and sensory preceptors were the latest upgrade. It must be another storm at the N.E.S.T. site. His processor identified the two signatures as Arcee and Sideswipe. He opted for Arcee.
...Initializing transmission.
"-Arcee. I require a signal boost to Optimus. For some unknown reason, I cannot transmit the entire length.-"
"-No can do, Baby Bot. The big guy has me on a retrieval mission. Try Swipe, he should be more available.-"
Bumblebee sputtered angrily. It was just like that maddening bot to, as the humans so eloquently put, push his buttons. "-This is of the utmost importance, Arcee. Optimus must acquire this data on said subject.-"
"-I'm sure he'll be just fine. You can inform him soon.-" the other scout transmitted flippantly. "-After all, you're the one I'm retrieving.-"
The Camero cursed in his native tongue and abruptly ended the broadcast. He was in for it. No one ever noticed when he slipped away from base in the past eons, so why now? He chirped in annoyance and pulled out as Sam resumed walking. He was this boy's guardian, he should be guarding him, not sitting around in a bunker listening to the twins banter until he wanted to rip his audio processors out by their wires!
He leisurely pulled into the student parking as he watched Sam enter his "dorm" building. Wanting to spend as much time with the boy as possible, Bee surmised that it would be in both their interests if he went into stasis mode for the remainder of the day. Arcee would have minimal chance of picking up his signature, for the time being, and he would be allowed that much more interaction with Sam. Bee hummed peacefully at the thought of an extensive drive with his human.
"Hey, beautiful!" Sam grinned, opening his door to the site of Mikaela lounging on his bed. The mechanic was reading some sort of grease monkey magazine and she looked up with a scowl, but her chocolate eyes were smiling.
"You know what, Sam? I'm not some pet you can just leave in your room to come home to every night."
"Of course not," he agreed, throwing the bag of junk food next to his desk. "A pet loves it when their master comes home. Jumping up and down and giving wet kisses." His gaze landed on her moist lips which immediately twitched with suppressed laughter. "Yeah...that's hot."
Mikaela gave a burst of laughter and rose off the bed, greeting him with a hug and a serious kiss. "You know," she breathed, pulling away from lip locking a few moments later, "a pet likes to get her belly rubbed once in a while..."
"Whoa-" Sam grunted, fixing her with a wide eyed expression. The throbbing was back, but it had moved southwards.
The brunette smirked and jumped back on the bed, flexing her bare feet in a playful fashion. "You want to go out tonight?"
"Yeah! That'd be-" Sam stopped and groaned, falling into his desk chair and rubbing his forehead. "I can't. Just remembered I got like a bazillion page report due tomorrow for Professor Anal."
"You didn't start that yet?" Mikaela chided. "Sam, talk about procrastination!"
"'Keala you can go out if you want, I don't want you cooped up in here anymore." Sam grinned looking pointedly at her. "Besides, I doubt I'll get much work done with you hanging around 'bored'."
"I could help," she argued, scrunching her nose. "Besides, fresh air is overrated."
"You went out?"
"For about five minutes before the cat calls and 'hey baby's' started ringing. Seriously? Is it a guy's destiny to evolve from a prick in high school to a full blown cocksucker in college?"
Sam feigned horror. "Language, missy!"
"Whatever," she chuckled. She got off his bed again to rummage through the bag he had brought with him. She sighed, "What is this?"
"Food," he replied, getting up and immediately looking in it too.
"There's like a hundred pixie sticks in here!"
"And they're all mine!"
Mikaela sighed again as she watched her love interest scarf the grocery bag from her and begin to open all the neon straws, piling the sugar crystals in the middle of his desk. He turned on his lamp and began to divide the sugar into sections. Okay, this was just getting weird.
"You going to snort that if I leave?"
"Huh?"
Mikaela rolled her eyes. Never a dull moment with this one. Maybe she just needed a break from his behaviour. She walked over and threw on a sweater and slipped on her shoes. "I think I will go out for a walk, it'd be better if it was a drive." Sam's shoulders immediately tensed and she regretted her choice in words. "Sam, I'm-"
"Hey, it's okay. I know..." He refused to look her way and turned on his desktop instead, loading the internet and Word. "I got to get cracking on this," he smiled. "You sure you're going to be okay by yourself?"
Before she could answer, the door opened and Leo burst in, an angry expression plastered on his face. "What the HELL, man?"
Sam just stared, dumbfounded. "What the hell, what?" he asked.
"You just ditch class for the entire day, not saying a thing, 'cept 'I think I might be having a heart attack'?"
Mikaela raised an eyebrow, fixing Sam with a serious look. "Heart attack, Sam?"
"It was nothing really," he replied lamely.
"Yeah, nothing," Leo snorted. "Guy practically bites my face off trying to get my laptop, not to mention he drooled all over his desk and pissed off Colen." The older boy sank into his bed. "Nothing at all."
Sam fidgeted under his girlfriend's gaze. "Okay okay. So maybe I overreacted and slobbered on my books and didn't feel like listening to a hack! Doesn't mean we need to get so worked up." He absently scratched his arm as he felt a twinge. To top it off, they were both staring at him. "What?"
"How tall are you, Sam?" Mikaela asked abruptly.
"Huh?"
She deadpanned. "Let me put it to you this way, Mr. Clueless. If I looked on your driver's licence, what would it say under your height?"
"I don't know, five foot eleven I think, why?"
"No way, bro, you got to be taller," Leo stated, getting up and measuring himself back to back with the other boy. "I'm five-ten and you're taller than me by more than one inch."
"Whatever, are we going to sit around all night discussing a growth spurt or are you two going to let me get my stupid report done?" he asked grumpily.
"Okay, Chuckles, we'll go," Mikaela said, eyeing him. "Have fun, we'll be back around midnight to help you out. Sound good?"
"Sure," he smiled, leaning over and kissing her. "Bring me back some food?"
Mikaela groaned and tugged Leo after her.
Sam laughed quietly and inched his way over to his desk, looking at the PC with unadulterated hatred. "I so don't want to do this report..." And so an online game was started and lasted until eight pm. Sam glanced at his clock and swore, this was not going well. He now had twelve hours to complete this paper or he was sure his astronomy days were finished. Not to mention his credits this year.
He rubbed his head, trying to clear his vision. He couldn't be that tired, could he? Sam blinked rapidly as his eyes remained clouded and the computer screen began to twitch like static.
'Just great,' he thought gratingly, standing up and going into the washroom. He winced when the lights turned on, positive that 60 watts never hurt before. Pain immediacy pierced behind his eyes and he cried out clutching his head. A migraine, seriously? He never got those. He frantically felt for the light switch, turning it off and sitting on the cold tiled floor. What was wrong with him?
"SHIT!" he cursed, clutching his chest as the pulsating resumed. It felt as if his heart was pumping liquid fire through every vein and pore in his body. He was sweating profusely. He looked at the floor and his eyes widened as he saw clear red droplets falling from him. No fucking way. He was sweating blood. Sam groaned rolling onto the cool floor, rubbing his chest. This wasn't happening. The heat, it hurt too much.
Sam half rose and crawled on the floor out into the main bedroom, determined to call Mikaela. Something was horribly wrong.
'I need to call 'Kaela...I need to get..to a...hospital......I...need...'
Before any other thought could happen, Sam blacked out.
"Don't be afraid, fleshling. No harm will befall you."
Sam looked around at the empty nothingness around him. Occasionally there was a flicker of electricity, a spark to ghost a light into the dark around him. 'Where the hell am I?'
"You are with me and I am and always will be."
Well that was useful? Sam tried to follow the voice. It was mechanical for sure, but something about it was soothing, like the hum of an engine or the ticking of a clock. It was old, very old.
"Not yet, young one. Know this; you have always had a great destiny and that, in the end, will end my war."
Sam awoke with a start, he looked around him wiping his eyes of the sleepy haze. He was in his dorm, hunched over his desk.
'Okay....I swore I was dying on the floor a few seconds ago,' he thought. The alarm clock only read 12:13am. He glanced at the computer screen and his eyes widened comically. 'No way!' There on the screen, was a page on Astrological Cosmology. He glanced at the bottom left and his jaw dropped. 473 pages?! He scrolled amongst the pages, quickly glancing through the context.
"Well it's not bullshit, this is the actual facts, but how the hell-"
Sam groaned, grasping his chest again. 'You got to be kidding me!' The pain was back, but the steady thrumming beat was gone. It felt like he was touching an electric fence or he had stuck his finger in a socket. Jolts of current ran through his system causing him to violently spasm on the floor.
"Got...to get...help!" Sam gasped, crawling on the floor. He reached up and twisted the door knob, swinging open the door and inching his way out into the hallway. Luckily it was late at night and most of the dorm's occupant's had either gone out to get themselves piss drunk or...
Sam scowled as he heard moans and grunts coming from more than once adjacent room. Sure, he was spazzing out on the ground and his classmates were having a freak fest not twenty feet from him. Why not?
As soon as it had appeared the searing pain was gone. Sam coughed, holding his chest and repeatedly hit his head on the floor in frustration. This was bad. Just then, the cravings were assaulting his body once more. Only this time, it wasn't for something as structurally simple as glucose or carbohydrates.
Sam sniffed, there was something close, something he needed. He scowled, no it wasn't a smell. His hand outstretched, fingers twitching, feeling. There it was. He opened the door to his left, completely disregarding the couple who were otherwise engaged.
"Hey whoa, man!" the guy screamed, covering up and leaving his partner exposed. "Ever heard of knocking?"
"Justin!" the girl screeched. She stopped and eyed Sam her expression brightening. "Hey wait, is this that threesome you promised me?"
"What?!" Justin gaped. "NO, babe. I don't know this dude! And I was talking about another chick, not another guy!"
Sam frowned moving past the two and looking out the window at the parking lot below. There it was. His hand traced the glass teasingly, not noticing the flicker of lights racing under his skin.
...Systems Online.
Bee's optics flickered once and immediately scanned the parking lot and building entrance. His processor's were in overdrive with readings coming in about an unknown energy source. The Autobot warbled, confused. It was foreign to this planet, but the only thing he could recall outsourcing this much power had come from Cybertron.
The sound of a closing door brought the bipedal alien from his thoughts and he sputtered in surprise. 'Sam?' The boy was walking towards him, but his gate was...odd. It was cautious, yet direct. Regardless, Bee flickered his headlights in welcome at Sam. It had been so long. As he drew closer warnings were sounding regarding the readings coming from the boy, but Bumblebee was more concerned about the fact that he needed to rectify the situation with his human.
"-Why did you leave me? Why couldn't you just stay? Because my world is nothing without you-"
Bee cut off the radio as the beeping on his screen reached a new pitch. He began to reverse as electricity danced off his armour plating. What was going on?
Sam stopped in front of the Camero's hood, leaning over and running both hands along the cobalt stripes. Bee shivered as the current pulsated through his system, frying some of his circuits. It hurt.
Sam watched, in a daze as the vehicle began to back away, but not flee. What was wrong? Why was it leaving? He needed it. "What's the matter?" he whispered following the retreating car. "Don't go."
Bee stopped. The tone that request was asked in, he couldn't refuse, even if the boy was a walking electrical storm. The Autobot gave a low groan and dimmed his headlights, powering down as much as he could without completely shutting off. If Sam was going to touch him again it would be best if there was minimal self electrical discharge as possible.
"That's better," Sam commended, kneeling down and tracing the headlight with his index finger. The hunger was ripping at his insides, filling every nerve and fibre. He knew this as truth; if he didn't get what he needed soon, something bad would happen. His tongue flickered out, tasting the metal and shuddering at the cold smooth texture. It tasted, good.
'NO! We're not hurting Bee! Whatever you want you're going to have to get it somewhere else!'
'We need material. We need sustenance.'
'Yeah, well good for us, but we're not sucking on a Camero!' Sam watched through his own eyes as he began to mouth the headlight, nibbling on the rim and nuzzling the grill. 'Stop it! I am NOT making out with my car! No! Off!' To say he was going to freak was an understatement. Here he was trapped in his own mind (which would have been a scary thing regardless of the hostile mental takeover) while his body was currently stuck between either eating his friend or dry humping him.
And...Bee was doing nothing.
Oh yeah, this robot was a regular brain trust. He couldn't tell that something was wrong with him?
Bumblebee was confused. No diagnostic he ran was matching Sam's behaviour. He had obtained that what the boy was doing with his mouth was a signal of affection and Bee was more than happy to receive it, but then in off moments, he would bite his armour and exoskeleton and teeth it, which was a sign of feeding.
His confusion grew as the boy rose and once again teased his hood, pressing his lower body against Bee's grill. Sam whimpered, there was just hunger. That's all he felt and he needed this feeling satiated.
"-Frankly, I don't know what you're after and you're not about to give up are you-?"
'Ugh, Bee you moron! RUN!'
'Beginning material transfer...'
Sam watched in horror as Bee's plating began to disintegrate like grains of sand and flow into his fingertips. He heard the bot groan and turned his anger towards the life form residing in his head. 'Oh no, you aren't!'
Sam bit his lip willing the unknown presence out. There was no way he was going to harm his best friend again, let alone eat him with smile on his face. But it hurt, this ache. He needed this energy gone and fast. Why was he feeling so strung out anyways?
'Energy needed for initial transformation-'
'Shut up, shut up, shut UP! I don't want to hear from you. Get out!'
'Energy needed for initial-'
'Ah ah ah, NO! Out now! I don't want to hear it!'
Bumblebee watched as his human clutched his head , backing away slightly. He warbled in concern, inching forward until he was touching him again. The boy was in pain.
"I want this out now!" he growled. Sam reached out then, touching the yellow paint and gasped as energy flowed from him into the bot. All of a sudden, Bee's spark flared a ghostly blue and began to spin rapidly. The bot groaned again as a steady vibration thrummed through his system. Energy levels were spiralling out of control and Bee vented his systems, trying to relieve some of the pressure and heat building in his core.
Was Sam aware of what he was doing? Energy transfer was a primary action in interfacing, something he was sure, humans referred to as 'sex'. If this continued, Bee was sure he was going to overload and very quickly. He tried to reverse but to no avail. Sam grasped his hood, using his fingers like claws, not knowing he was outputting a magnetic force, keeping the bot in place. The boy hissed, breathing on the yellow armour as he began to rub frantically against the grated metal.
This felt so good. The friction was nearly unbearable and the pulsing current looping between the two felt like every nerve was experiencing an orgasm. Sam bit his lip drawing blood and moaning as the taste reminded him of the metal he had mouthed before.
"SAM!"
He looked up to see both Mikaela and Leo running up towards them, confusion and disgust written on their faces.
"Dude why are you humping your car?" Leo asked with wide eyes.
"Sam what's wrong, tell me!" Mikaela ordered, grasping his shoulder. She gasped, covering her mouth as she saw her boyfriend's skin. The exposed arms were...alight. There were glowing lights racing under the skin like currents, some stopping and flickering before moving along their path once more. The boy's face was twisted in pleasure and his breath unsteady. Mikaela shook him, trying to snap him out of it and get him off the car before something really insane happened.
Too late.
Sam screamed suddenly and a high pitched whine could be heard coming from the Autobot. Mikaela and Leo were thrown to the ground as a wave of blue energy exploded from the two. The brunette recovered first, getting up and running back to Sam. He was out cold, and Bee wasn't any better.
"What the fuck!" Leo screamed.
Thousands of miles away to the west of New York, the remaining Autobots and the N.E.S.T. team were gathered discussing intel and their next operations. Optimus suddenly stopped as his signature levels spiked alarmingly. There was a significant source of alien energy radiating east of their location "What-" he began.
"Sir!" a private called to Lennox. "We're picking up an unknown eruption of energy in the New York state. The readings are off the chart!"
Optimus glanced at his troops. There was only one thing they were familiar with that outsourced this type of power.
The Allspark.
A/N: A bit of a short chapter, I just wanted to cut it off there or else this would be a super long one and I've had an experience with the website cutting off my chapters if they get too long. Does that happen to anybody else?
Kate demanded I use lyrics from the song "Missing you" by 1st Lady for Bee's first song of the story. She says it's the perfect song for when Bee saw Sam dead in Egypt . Here's a link --- www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=pu6vV1p1y6I. I swear that girl is a mushy pile of fluff. Anyone feel that music influences your writing? Sure does to me. Don't ask why...but I was constantly replaying "Tambourine" by Eve when I was writing the Sam feeling up Bee part in this chapter. WTF me. 0_o' Ugh I don't know anymore. All I know is if it has a butt shaking beat, I dig it.
Review Responses:
Rubyswordmaster – A thank ya! I have a confession...the story controls me. I have minimal influence and I'm just a tool! I'm scared! I liked the movie too! That one line Bee said in the movie did almost make me cry. It was "You are the person I care for most in my life, and if there is anything you need I won't be far away." Tear jerker! Hope you liked this chapter! (:
Cocoa Jamboree- MUAH! The mystery continues. :3
jozs001- Thanks! Oh and don't worry, if I start slacking, Kate will cut off a toe every day I'm late. D:
Kemotolvm- Oh don't you worry, those warnings are there for a reason ;) It's going to be interesting writing bot on bot action. I can't really watch my vacuum cleaner hump my toaster and take notes, so I'll have to wing it. Hopefully it works :S lol. And there will be major Autobot and Decepticon interactions for Sam!
ryka phoenix- HA like stupid little human Sam can stay away from the mighty Bee forever!!! He shall lose that fight horribly XD. Hope you liked it!
KnucklesRedFury207.2- Lol I like your name. And no worries I have an evil task master with a cat-o-nine tails standing over me as I type. There will be plenty more. I don't control the story, but I'm aiming for up to or more than 25 chapters (:
CuriousDreamWeaver- Thanks! :D Yah, I don't get stories that start off with him being cool as a cucumber. Dude just went through a war, I'm sure there was at least some angst and trauma going on lol.
Shiny Ryuichi Sakuma – Glad you liked it and hope you liked this one. It had a little robot/human teasing going on lol.
Jane Pierre – Thankies! (: I'm actually impressed Sam is taking it as well as he is. If I went through all that, I think I would move to Hawaii and become a coconut vender :S
All right yo, I'm out. Thankfully the weekend is here and I'll get some good writing time in. I want to write at least three chapters this weekend so if I get busy next week, I'll have them ready to post and a certain SOMEONE won't poke my retinas out with a needle 0_o.
MEGxOPT 3
~Jenn