AN: Don't forget you can send in ideas you might want to see me do! Have one already but haven't gotten around to it yet. A surprising amount loved Barricade and his egg, and I did too actually. Might see more of that.
Plot: It's winter, and boys will be boys. Sam's just happy that he at least knew where Bumblebee's been.


Stuck on You

It was rare when it snowed in Tranquility, Nevada. Whenever it did it was always tradition for Sam to invite his best friend over for a snow ball fight and then a cup of hot coco. Especially if it was a snow day, but those were so rare they were practically nonexistent.

Sam and Miles shuffled outside, Judy having made sure that they were covered in enough layers to survive in the Arctic. Sam bent down and gathered some snow, already starting to form a snowball, but Miles stopped and just stared at something. When Sam glanced up and followed his gaze he realized his friend was staring at Bumblebee. Or, to put it more accurately, the 2009 yellow and black Camaro sitting in his driveway.

"Dude, I dare you."

He didn't need to see the grin on Miles face to know what he was talking about. Inside his head Sam let lose a string of curses that would have impressed Ratchet, because knowing his blonde friend there was no way out of it. Miles didn't know Bumblebee was alive, if he did he would have never suggested it, but since he didn't and assumed Bumblebee was a normal car that meant he was fair game.

"That doesn't actually happen, Miles." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

He supposed he should just be happy Miles hadn't chosen a random pole or something else. He at least knew where Bumblebee had been, and when he had last been washed.

Miles snorted, "Does too."

"Does not!"

Or at least he really hoped not. He thought back, and was pretty sure he'd never heard of it happening before. He'd heard of the idea of it, sure, but it actually happening? No.

"Chicken."

Well, that just couldn't be allowed to pass. Sam heaved a sigh, and then trudged over to where Bumblebee was parked, innocently sitting in his driveway. His poor Guardian had to have some idea by now that something was going to happen, but not what. He shoved his hands in his pockets, snow soaking in from when he had been starting to get a snowball ready, and threw a glance over his shoulder to gauge how close Miles was. Good, a few feet away.

"Sorry, Bee." Sam muttered, so softly that Miles never heard anything, but he knew the Autobot would have picked it up.

And then he stuck out his tongue, pressing it against the metal that was just above the window. Bumblebee was as perfect as ever in his disguise as a normal car, not reacting in the least even though Sam himself was about to flip out. When he tried to pull back he couldn't. He tried again, pulling a little harder, and then whined. He was stuck. Miles snickered while Sam took his hands out of his pockets, placing them on either side of the window and trying to detach himself that way.

"Mithles!" Sam whined, but it was hard to talk when you tongue was attached to a robot disguised as a car.

"You're gonna rip out some taste buds if you keep pulling, dude."

"MITHLES!"

A laugh, sounding dangerously close to a cackle. "Give me a second and I'll get some hot water, it'll warm the metal and set you free."

Sam glanced to his side, hearing Miles move closer, and growled when he saw the blonde take out his phone.

"Say cheese!" Miles said cheerfully.

"Futh 'ou!"

Miles smirked, "Ah-ah, be nice. I could just leave you like that."

"Ah HATH 'ou!"

Miles snickered and trotted his way back to Sam's house. Sam groaned, letting his forehead slump against the hood. After a few seconds he felt a slow tremble start up, before Bumblebee was practically shaking on his shocks.

The Autobot was laughing at him.

"Shu' upth!" Sam smacked the door, though he knew it would have little effect. Bumblebee just shook harder.