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2-E. T. phone home
The day went on as always: they went to work in the 'new car', gave Mojo his food, got dinner and watched some movies. Overall, it was a very normal day. Until the sun went down…
As Sam was still in the first stages of sleep she heard the rumble of an engine. A very familiar engine. In a light panic, she jumped up and ran to look at the drive from the balcony to find her car driving away. Her car! The piece of crap she's going to fix up the next day, since she had it off. Her car, the one with the engine worth more than their house!
She ran back to her room, immediately threw on a pair of her cargo pants (right over her pink pyjama shorts) and dashed out of the house, grabbing her mother's pink bicycle she'd left there and peddled her way after the distinctive yellow paintjob. Sam screamed at her sister to call the police, even if she knew that when Kim fell asleep there was no way to wake her up. If you didn't want to lose a limb, that is.
The chase had been short and the only reason she didn't lost the Camaro was because of its unique paintjob. Seriously, how could you not notice a paintjob that was a crossover between 'Bee Movie' and 'Kill Bill'?
Anyway, when the car finally stopped inside an old junkyard, Sam suddenly realised that following her stolen car wasn't a good idea. Carefully, as to avoid making any sound, she dived behind some of the trash, littering the area around where her car stopped, shivering in the cold Californian night.
Her mouth fell to the floor as she watched her car do what she could only describe as transform. Transform into a giant robot. A giant robot who could stand on two legs and walk!!
She didn't know why this shocked her so much: it (he?) had a humanoid shape, similar to a human male (...if it had any gender), and was probably able to do many things the humans did, maybe even better. If she was her sister, (which she was glad she wasn't), she would have enjoyed this moment, or looked at it with a child's curiosity. Of all the things she would expect to see, Sam hadn't been expecting the car to just… stand up!
It felt like her eyes were popping out of their sockets when she saw what it did next; the yellow robot shone a light from its chest up into the sky. Realising that she was now shaking violently at the sight, she had clumsily started to back away, muttering the words she laughed at when she was a kid.
"E.T. Phone home…"
She felt the need to do something she hadn't done in years. Sam wanted to hide under her sister's duvet. Like a baby, shaking uncontrollably, as Kim tried to calm her down.
However, as her mind didn't pay attention at what her body was doing, she hit a few metallic boxes, causing them to fall and make a loud noise. Sam froze. Not for the noise, but because the robot turned to watch in her direction.
She didn't know what to do. She felt like a lamb with its paws against the end of a cave, with a big, hungry wolf before her.
Trapped.
Sam didn't remember when her legs started to move again. She remembered her eyes watching the path before her as to avoid all the scraps on the ground, but her brain didn't record anything else.
Until she ran into a police car.
"What were you running from?" one of the policeman asked her, getting off the car.
"CHRISTINE, INDEPENDENCE DAY, THE TERMINATOR, MIB and E.T.!" Sam realized a little too late that she was talking with two policemen. Great! Now they'll think I'm crazy.
The two policemen stared at the thoroughly shocked girl and then looked at each other.
"Well, you forgot about ARMAGEDDON, missy." The other one mocked.
"You are under arrest." The first one spoke.
Kim was not too thrilled at knowing that her sister had been arrested. Sam was seated for questioning and Kim didn't like where this all was going.
"So... you mind telling me that again, lady?" the Sheriff asked as he annoyingly chewed gum in Sam's face.
"Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up." Sam said for the tenth time that morning.
The Sheriff sighed. "It just stood up? Wow. You some drug addicted or something?"
"NO!" Sam spat.
"Then what is THIS?! Found it in your pocket." he said pulling out an orange bottle. "Allium. Does this All—eviate your withdraw symptoms or something?"
"Those are our dad's." said Sam looking at the dumb man.
"Ha! So he's the drug user!" he pointed a finger at the ceiling in realisation.
"Allium is Latin for garlic. Those are garlic seeds. Our father is a gardener." Kim explained, exasperated.
"Oh." said the man looking at the bottle, then he put it away and put a hand on his forehead.
Sam was still shocked from what she saw in the junkyard, so her eyes accidentally fell on the Sheriff's gun. He noticed her stare, 'cause he said-
"What was that?"
"Hmm?"
"You eyeballing my piece, 50 Cent? You wanna go?" the Sheriff asked, leaning over to Sam.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked, utterly confused.
"Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you, I will bust you up." The other policeman near Kim rolled his eyes.
"Did you take those seeds thinking they were drugs?!" Kim whispered, dumbfounded.
"Look, Sam. I'm not one of those idiots, so you can tell me the truth." Kim said as they exited the police station. "I paid your bail, please, tell me."
"But I did." Sam groaned annoyed.
"Explain it to me again. And this time without sounding stupid." Kim challenged, folding her arms as they rounded a corner.
"Okay, the car came alive, and-and," she sighed, "it must be Satan's Camaro, or Stephen King's Christine! But no one believes me, they think I made the whole thing up and that I'm on drugs!"
"That's the most unbelievable story I've ever heard!!" Kim went past her.
When she didn't feel her sister beside her, Kim turned to see Sam nearing a police cruiser.
"What are you doing?! You want to get really arrested this time?" Kim asked as she ran to her sister, who was admiring the car.
"WOW! Since when do the cops have Mustangs?" Sam was caressing the indented 'SALEEN' lettering as she spoke.
"SAMANTHA. JADE. WITWHICKY. GET. AWAY. FROM. THE. POLICE. CAR!" Kim shrieked.
"Why? There are no cops around here. Besides, the cops owe us a compensation. It's thanks to you if they caught all those hackers."
"I think we should be thankful if we're not in jail."
"Whatever. It's the Government."
"Geez, you're starting to sound like Oliver Stone." Kim muttered. "Why does everything have to be a big conspiracy, anyway?" she asked herself while throwing her hands in the air.
When Kim turned again she noticed something unusual on the side of the cop car. There was a menacing-looking purple insignia on its door, and, instead of the usual 'To Protect and Serve' imprint on it, it had 'To Punish and Enslave'.
Before Kim could tell her, Sam hopped on the hood, continuing caressing it, "Wow, you're the most beautiful police car I've ever seen!!" She purred as she made herself more comfortable.
"Uh, would you like me to leave you two alone?" Kim asked wide-eyed. "Y'know? I dunno what's more disgusting. If you hitting on a car, or his ugly paintjob!"
Frustrated, Kim reached for her sister and dragged her away from the police car. "If you get arrested for this, I'm not gonna pay your bail this time!" Kim muttered.
"Party-ruiner!" Sam muttered back as she got on her feet.
Kim sighed, "Look, I don't know what happened to you in that junkyard, but you don't seem to be okay."
"No, I'm not okay, alright? I'm losin' my mind a little bit." Sam said frustrated.
"I'm going to work. You go home and relax, ok?" Sam nodded and they went on separate ways.
Kim didn't notice that the same police car her sister was hitting on was stalking her…
"Uh, Barrrricadecade?" Frenzy babbled on the front seat of the police car.
"Yes, Frenzy?" he asked, his voice still shocked from what just happened.
"W-what wwwas thhaat?" he asked, his four optics opened wide.
"I have no idea…" Barricade murmured. Then he started to follow the shorter girl.
What was that female doing? Thought the Decepticon. He didn't know for sure. Primus, he had no clue at all. And yet, he liked what the human female was doing. He almost blew a circuit to avoid making any sort of sound.
Why was he getting so much enjoyment from the warmth of a primitive and inferior organic being?
Although, organic or not, the female knew how to stimulate his sensor nodes. It was hard not to react to the attention.
Stop! You're a Decepticon! He tried to shrug off those pleasurable thoughts from his CPU.
"Why didn't you let me take the females?" he asked, trying desperately to stop the enjoyable thoughts.
"'cccause we want the mmmap, nnot the fleeeshlings." Frenzy babbled. "We need the sshorter one, alone." He explained, or at least he tried. "Follow her!" he ordered as the interceptor parked just outside the place where Kim worked.
I found the scene of Barricade and Malena in Our lady of blessed acceleration soooo irresistible! I wanted to do my own version. Read that fic: it's awesome!! Well, I hope you enjoyed it. And I know these two chappies were short, but don't worry: from the next one they are longer. C ya later!! ;-)