Warning: Crack, slight AU, post-DOTM, hinted gay, oil spills, fighting, gore, explosions, gore, cursing, brief sexual humor, major Spoilers, ect.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: This was why Sam hasn't gone back in time yet.

I tried so very hard not to loose it

I came up with a million excuses

I thought, I thought of every possibility

Haven't Met You Yet- Michael Buble

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Whenever Sam came home with another set of bruises, his family only thought about the accident, and well, hospitals.

But for his car, it was a completely new thing.

"Sorry you had to see this," Sam laughed as he applied some ointment on his broken skin, "I'll make it up to you, don't worry."

And he did, he spent the rest of the night cleaning him up.

Washing the hood, wiping down windows, giving a new paint jobs, and the yellow car was shinning and sparkling.

"Beautiful," Sam whispered to him, "Amazing," he continued, tracing patterns onto the side of the car, and then, abruptly stopped, as if he just got prickled by thorns, "Man... I'm losing it... I'm treating my new car as if it's..."

He sighed deeply.

"Alright then, I'll give you a new name..." he mumbled, "What about..." and then, his eyes lit up, "Megatron!" he cried out happily before cracking up in irony, "Then I might as well give you a pink job!"

If the car could, the car would probably frantically shake it's head no, but Sam new better than that.

"Don't worry, Megs," he whispered, "I'll protect you no matter what."

-The Following Day...

Judy doesn't know what happened to her son when he hit puberty, but she loves him, each and every part of him.

No matter what.

"Ron, this one is uneven!" she complained loudly to her husband as she angrily stepped on the steps of her lawn.

"Yeah, probably," her husband muttered darkly and she looked up as her favorite son walked out of the home.

"Hey, honey!" she called out as the kid walked over to the path, a grin on his face.

"Mom, why is Mojo wearing...jewelry?" he asked.

"It's bling!" his mother cried out, "Teenagers, you should at least know the difference..." the female sighed.

"Can I go to a party?" he asked nicely.

"Of course, just be home by 11, alright?"

"Sure mom," a quick kiss to the cheek and Sam walked by them, "Are you sure you don't want any help with that?" he asked, motioning towards the lawn.

"Nah, we got it," Ron called out, "Have fun!"

"I'll try," the male grinned, and began walking down the street.

"Honey, you're not taking the car?" Judy knew for a fact that the kid spent the entire night and half of the morning perfecting and beautifying the car in the drive-way, and it looked as though the car was begging to be taken out.

"Uh... Am I supposed to?" the way his son turned around, the half-terrified look on his face, as he gulped and forced a grin, "I'll take it now..." he said, sighing deeply.

Judy laughed happily. At least someone was happy, "Love you son! Drive safely, alright?"

"Yeah!" the whimpering call came out as he calmly started the car.

So far, so good.

"Seat belts on!" Ron called out, stopping from the gardening process, and the two watched Sam, pull out, a semi-smile on his face.

"Do you think he'll be arlight?" Judy asked quietly, watching a black puss of smoke burst from the back of the car before it smoothly rolled away.

A deep sigh fell out of Ron's lips, "He has to get over the incident someday..."

"Maybe it's too soon, or-"

"No, now."

A deep sigh rolled out of Judy's mouth, from her body and she turned back to the task at hand, begging whatever person up there to watch over her dear son.

As if something super bad could happen to him.

Secretly, Ron hoped that no one knew that he knew better than hope that something bad would happen.


"Hey Miles!" Sam leaned out the window to his old friend.

"Oh my god, you're ride is awesome!" he cried out, "Can I?" bright eyes sparkled at him and the teen nodded, as he jumped in, "Dude, you're way too awesome," he sighed dreamily.

The took a quick drive to the lake, and Miles gulped.

"Hey man, are you sure I'm invited?"

"Dude. It's a lake," Sam grinned, "Public Property," he said, "And next time, don't wear that, alright?" Sam sighed, "You should've worn a dark green or something.

"Yeah, next time, tell me that before we get here, alright?" the male groaned as they parked, "Holy shit! Mikaela's here!" he gasped.

"What of it?" the other teen shrugged, "Who do you think invited me?"

"Dude," Miles grabbed him and then, stopped dead as three girls, beautiful girls, walked towards them.

"Sam!" they all cried out as they flocked around him.

"Hello," he smiled, knowing that the women loved the innocent look, and it worked.

"Is the make-up okay?" one of the girls, with dark brunette hair asked quietly.

"Um..." Sam momentarily stopped and reached into his pocket to pull out some eye-shadow remover, and gently dabbed her eye, "You put a little too much," and then, he stopped dead, "You didn't put on any foundation?" he asked.

"Oh," the three girls stopped dead.

Sam sighed softly as he smiled before restating the facts about make-up, while helping each individual out.

"Wow, you're good," Miles gaped as the girls waved and walked off to their boyfriends.

"Witwicky, my man!" the call came as Miles began to climb a tree, and the pair looked over at the buff male walking towards them, a grin on his face.

"Trent," Sam acknowledged with a nod.

If Mikaela, his best friend of his, was really dating him, then he better suck up and get along with her with him as well.

"What's up?" he asked, "And why is he here?" he asked, motioning to Miles.

"He's here to climb this tree," Sam said easily, "And I just gave him the ride? Why?"

"No, I just thought he might be here to you know, cramp up everything here."

"No," the green-eyed one laughed, "No, unlike you, Miles can do something that doesn't make him look like a complete douche."

"What was that?" the male stepped closer, almost dangerously close before Mikaela rushed in between them.

"C'mon, stop," she said, rolling her eyes, "Get along, alright?" she demanded.

A low growl was heard instead, "Let's go, guys!"

Meanwhile, Sam sighed at his friend, "Are you alright?" he asked, and the male nodded.

Jumping out of the tree, he grinned, "Yeah, I know, all the chicks were watching me, it was amazing."

"Amazingly stupid," Sam muttered, "Let's hit, I don't like the smell of this place."

Receiving a funny look from the male, he shrugged and climbed in the back of the seat.

And then, turning around before climbing into his car, he smiled softly.

"We have a detour," he said as he climbed in, and chased after Mikaela, "Get in the back," he said.

"Alright..." Miles obediently muttered as he climbed through.

"Okay then," rushing over, he rolled down the window, "Do you need a ride?"

"What are you doing?" Miles gasped, "She's a fucking jock cocubine-"

"I have manners, and I like using them," Sam replied and then leaved over to talked to the girl, "Well?"

She smiled, "Of course Sam," and she climbed in.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod," Miles groaned.

"Just sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there," Sam called out as he turned to the girl he once loved, "Sorry, it's a little cramped, but better than nothing, right?"

He wasn't to allow her to go through anything like...

"I cannot believe this is happening to me," Mikaela sighed, "That I'm here..."

"Then duck, I think there's a blanket in the back that'll cover you up," Sam grinned.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," the girl laughed, "You know that."

A snort, "Hey, Iike that," Sam grinned, "You know, I think it's when you smile, it seems that possibilities open up, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so," she smiled, "So, what brought you around? You said no the first time around"

"A Janet and Liz needed help with some of the make-up, so they invited me," Sam said easily, "And then, this one," he jerked his head in the area where his friend was sleeping, "Was in a desperate state."

Another laugh as Mikaela nodded, "I can see that," she asked, "I still can't believe you guys are actually friends."

"...Is that a bad thing?" the male asked, almost puzzled by this.

"No, I mean..." she paused and then smirked, "I guess you're the kind of guy you need to talk to to understand. And when you do, you just don't know anything anymore."

"Really?" he was confused by all this, sure he knew a couple of people-

"Yeah, defineately," she said, "The one guy on everyone's mystery's list. Sam Witwicky."

"You think so?"

"Feels just like I don't try

Looks so good I might die

All I know is everybody loves me"

Chuckling at the choice of song, he grinned, "Does that mean that you don't know anything when your with me?"

"Sometimes," she laughed, "But sometimes, people need someone they could be stupid with."

A short silence, as the radio turned down, and the two settled with a comfortable silence.

"So, what's up?"

"My dad finally got out of prison," she said, almost sarcastically.

And Sam stayed silent, "Sorry, but butting in, but is it a left turn here?"

"No, a right," Mikaela said, "Don't worry about it... Well anyways, I really like car engine's and stuff right? But... Most guys, they hate it. Especially Trent, he just really hate the idea of a female being better and knowing more than what they love."

"...But isn't that a natural jealously?" Sam asked, figuring that the conversation was over.

"Really? Why that?" she was truly confused as she stared at him, who kept a clear look on the roads.

"It's only natural for someone to try their best for someone they love, to never look bad in front of them," Sam said through smooth driving.

"But that..."

"It's stupid, isn't it?" the male chuckled, "The way that those kinds of guys do everything and anything possible for their girl, and at the same time... It's nice," he whispered.

"...Are you alright?" Mikaela asked.

"Yeah, I was just remembering..." he said, "Oh, here's your place," he said, pulling up to a small house.

"Thanks Sam."

"No problem."

"No really," Mikaela said, "Guys like you should be appreciated way more than they are," she said, shaking her head, "And I'm glad that you don't seem completely haunted about the incident."

"Only when I'm not alone," the soft reply came through before Sam nodded, "See you later!"

Sam grinned before waking Miles up, he drives towards his home.

"Thanks dude," Miles groaned.

"No problem," the male grinned, and slowly made his way home.


He jerked awake when he saw his driving away, a laughing silently, he grabbed his bike and followed.

He can take anything thrown at him by now.

And then, he saw it.

"Damn it all," he growled.

It was Bumblebee.

This whole time, he thought that no matter what happened, this would never repeat.

And gritting his teeth, he came to the realization, if he wanted to survive this. If he wanted to get all this away.

Then he better help out.

With a sigh, he ran back home, rushed up onto his computer for the first time in years and sighed.

He was going to start now.

Hacking onto his computer, he smirked as the cube within him from all those years ago, activated upon contact.

There was a reason why never went near computers. With the way that the AllSpark is completely dormant until he would actually began playing with electronics.

From the looks of the Pentagon, it seemed that the Deceptacons were already starting.

Scratching his nose, he smirked.


And in the afternoon, he knew it.

That shiver that fell through him like the last time he thought he was being stalked by his car.

"Where do you think your looking?"

Apparently, Mikaela dumped him. And Trent believed that it was his fault.

So, while he slammed him against the brick wall in the alley, his eyes narrowed when a yellow car with black stripes drove by.

A tight grip at his shirt before he was rushed off and out of the alley-way.

In the next alley-way, it was a quick knee to the stomach as he kept the shoulders against the wall, behind a building. And then, the car drove by again.

"Why the hell is that car stalking me?" he muttered under his breath as he yanked Sam closer to him as he stalked off, the male's hoodie and shirt wrapped tightly in his fist.

They entered, well, Trent forced them to enter an abandoned car parking lot underneath the highway.

And then, of course, the cops came in.

"Fuck," Trent growled, in the middle of punching Sam's guts out.

"...Barricade?" he heard the whisper.

That certainly seemed to stop him, and immediately, he transformed.

"What's up?" Sam asked easily.

Meanwhile, Trent gaped.

"Are you Ladiesman217?" he demanded, "ARE YOU!" he screamed.

A chuckle, and Sam sighed, "You still want those glasses? You're obbse-"

Quickly flown to the side, he grunted as he hit another car, the window shattered underneath him and trying to get up, sliced up his hands.

"Damn my luck," he grumbled darkly as he stood up, once more, quickly enough to evade the larger Deceptacon's grasps.

"W-what? What the hell?" the jock screamed.

The giant alien robot turned, "What was tha-"

"Barracade, don't you dare touch him!" Sam screamed out, throwing a piece of glass at the said thing.

"What's going on?"

"Come on, Trent!" Sam called, "You wanna die?"

Gritting his teeth, he rushed out after the victim.

Finally rushing into the sunlight, he spun around, jumping above some of the used, tossed cars and rolled on the ground, barely able to writhe in pain as he gulped, allowing himself to rest a moment, as the thing-Barracde, came closer.

"What's going on, Witwicky?" Trent demanded.

Sam sighed deeply, holding his hand up to a cut wound on above his eyebrow.

And then, the yellow car that had been following them the entire time slide in front of him, and propped the doors open.

"Hey Bee," he whispered as he rushed in, "Let's go," he whispered calmly as he wiped his hands off on his pants, barely flinching at the pain, while Trent scrambled into the said vehicle.

Trent was gasping and Sam felt himself roll out of the car, and watch in semi-amazement as Bumblebee and Barricade began fighting, he groaned slightly.

"Wh-what's wrong with you?" the jock was trying to hard to look strong.

"I hate cars," the male on the ground next to him groaned, and then ran off in the corner, he wasn't going to allow himself to get in the way, "C'mon," he said to his companion, "Unless you want to die?"

A short silence before Trent grumbled darkly, "I'm going to call the cops," he said.

"Don't," Sam replied, "It's not a good id-"

"Shut up," the male snapped, shoving the kid aside before grabbing his phone, calling the said police, Sam growled.

"Look out!" he pushed at the male, successfully allowing him to escape, via the ground, while Frenzy came to attack him, he sighed, "Really, Frenzy? Really?" he grumbled darkly.

A dark growl as two sharp knives dug into his right arm,and a short grunt escaped him. He chocked, coughing harshly before a large figure stood over him, slamming his foot down to crush the mech with Sam's right shoulder.

A hiss of pain with a couple of pops, and a groan came through before Sam gently let Frenzy drop to the ground before picking himself up.

"Thanks," he nodded to the buffer man, who snorted.

"Don't think we're friend-"

"We're not," Sam replied, "That's disgusting," he said with complete honesty.

A smirk appeared on the jock's face as he gently shoved him aside once more.

"Good, you understand."

The two calmly walked away and back to the fight, Sam watching in boredom while Trent pretended to not care (and failed miserably), as Bumblebee threw Barricade aside, very roughly.

Bumblebee looked over at him, and before he could explain, Sam shook his head.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" the blue optics looked at him, confused, "To be alone, the scout, and then, not be able to talk except through the... Inter-Autobot Frequency, right?"

"Now... How would you know that..."

The voice rang through from the radio, and Sam smirked, "I have my resources."

"What?" Trent was so lost.

"Okay, so pretty much," Sam said, "This guys is just a scout for the real guys that are coming, looking for... the AllSpark," he said.

"What?"

A deep sigh, "Okay, then. Trent," he said, speaking very slowly, like one would to a slow kid, "This is Bumblebee. He is an alien from Cybertronian, where there are more of him, okay?"

"O-okay...?" the larger male, although he was still somewhat confused, he was beginning to understand.

Looking over, and noticing that Barricade was twitching in the background, Sam shook his head as the 'bot in front of him transformed, and popped his door open.

And with a shake of his head, Sam walked off, "You're going to go for the garage place, right?" he asked, "I'll walk."

The engine roared as it moved in front of the kid, stopping him, and opened the door wider.

"No," Sam said, "I'm walking."

Another engine roar, and Trent rolled his eyes, grabbed the male, and pushed him into the car.

"Just get into the piece of junk."

An irritated roar befire the said drove away.

"Smooth," Sam sighed.

"Hey, it's not my fault!" Trent called back, attempted to defend himself.

"You just had to insult the giant alien robot."

"Hey, he's your giant alien robot!"

"Not unless I-"

The two just stopped cold as a beautiful yellow comaro rolled up in front of them, and propped the door open once more.

"Girl I wanna take you home.. (home)"

Rolling his eyes, Trent shoved Sam into the car before climbing in himself.