Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Homework and my mother conspired against my free time. There's some nice Sam/Mikeala interaction in here. I think the other Autobots (or as one reviewer called them 'AutoDrags'. I giggled at that, thanks) will be arriving in about two or three chapters. I can't wait. I drew both Ratch and Bee in school on friday, Megs and Jazz are next. And this paragraph randomly skips from one topic to the next. Think thats a sign that I'm tired.
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Sam felt much better about how the deal at Bolivia's went. And he was exited. His very own dragon!
After returning home, Sam's dad put Nessa in her garage, and told Sam that, sorry, his dragon had to stay outside. 'Cause their wasn't enough room in the garage. Sam didn't care, though.
His dragon was relatively small compared to, say Trent's, but it wasn't exactly puny either. Sam came to about its shoulder when it was standing straight up. It's snout was very rounded, and its horns were very small and curved upward. A long black stripe went the entire way down its back, and it contrasted nicely with the yellow that dominated it's frame. Small, rounded protective plates traveled down its neck, along its chest and stomach, and most of the way down its tail. Little spikes poked out of the end of its tail and the joints of its forelimbs.
The most striking feature, however, was the dragon's eyes. The bright, sharp blue was not something Sam had ever seen before. They were like little glowing pools of water, almost intelligent. But that couldn't be right. Dragon's were just dumb beasts, right?
Sam rubbed the dragon's eyebrow affectionately, and the dragon rumbled slightly and leaned into the touch, blue eyes closing lazily.
"Well, little guy, you're filthy. Have a cross country road trip or something?" Sam looked at his hand when he pulled away from the dragon. It now had a new coating of grime, "Time to break out the hose and get you washed." Sam walked towards the garage to retrieve the hose.
Bumblebee frowned slightly when Sam's back was turned. He looked himself over. He wasn't that dirty. Just some regular dust. It comes from scouring this country for any traces of the Cube. Without the Cube, he and his people could never return to their cities. They could never return home. With that melancholy thought, Bumblebee settled down on his stomach so that Sam could wash him properly when he returned.
Sam gave him a good scrubbing, getting underneath Bumblebee's horns, and even between his toes. Just after Sam had declared that he was 'presentable enough to be seen in front of Mikeala,' Sam's best friend Miles arrived. While the boys were preoccupied in discussing something about a lake, Bumblebee wondered why he had to be presentable for this 'Mikeala.'
"So down to the lake we go." Miles said, then giggled, "I just rhymed."
Sam rolled his eyes at his best friend's oddness. They hopped up on Bumblebee's back and Sam tapped the center of his neck twice. Recognizing the signal to stand up, Bumblebee moved were Sam directed with taps on his neck. Minute squeezes with his legs meant to go faster, lessened pressure meant to slow down. Bumblebee reminded himself constantly to follow the silent instructions down to the lightest pressure. It would not do to loose his cover now, just when he was starting to gain Sam's trust.
Sam directed him to a road that ran along a large body of water. 'Lake' was the human term for it. Sam directed him to stop with two quick jabs to either sides of his neck. 'Bee lurched slightly, catching himself just in time, and settled on the ground for the boys to disembark. He lay there, discretely watching his charge interact with another boy of around his age.
Sam and Miles moved over to were the other teenagers were standing, with Trent's dragon looming behind them. Sam felt his heart leap when he spotted Mikaela, clinging to Trent's arm. It was Miles' turn to roll his friends love struck nature, and he decided to randomly climb a tree. He couldn't help that thats what his brain decided to do.
Sam was about to snap at Miles to get out of the tree when Trent stepped over, Mikaela behind him. So he had other things to do, like respond to the veiled insult TrentAuthor's Note: It's up! Short chapter. I'm wondering if I should do the stuffs with Maggie and Glen. I'll think on it... 'Nother note, Iz loves yous guys. Story Alerting and Favoriting and reviewing, its great. Special thanks to Linda 'cause you fave authored meh.
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Sam returned home ecstatic. He had just given the girl of his dreams a ride to her house. And she had smiled and waved at him afterwards. To say Samuel James Whitwicky was floating in the clouds was an understatement.
He was brought back down to earth, however, in the middle of the night.
Bumblebee tried to sneak out quietly, he really did, but apparently he was not quiet enough. Sam came running out at full speed shouting something about dragon stealers and pulling out... a small silver object. A cell phone. Slagging pit, Bumblebee cursed mentally, he was asleep a breem(1) ago, I swear!
"Hello! 911? My dragon has been stolen! Send everyone! I am in pursuit, I repeat, in pursuit!" He then hung up to better run.
Bumblebee was nervous and going as fast as he could on the residential roads. All he had needed to do was to send a message to his team mates. And now his charge was running after him. He held his wings at an odd angle to hide the fact that he had no driver.
Freaking hell, Sam cursed mentally, I should have expected this. Normally dragons were impossible to steal. They imprinted on their drivers unless specifically trained not to, so that only their drivers could drive them. But his was new, it hadn't imprinted yet. This was thoroughly ruining his night.
Bumblebee tried using every back alley he could think of. He thought he lost Sam after about the seventh so he moved to a secluded area, a 'junkyard' he believed it was called. He moved farther in, away from the guard dogs. Finding a suitable spot, he sat on his hind legs spread his wings and sent out a loud keening sound on a pitch that humans could not hear. Bumblebee knew his comrades could hear it though, far away as they were.
Sam, however, had followed him, and was now crouched behind a large sheet of metal, staring in awe as his dragon, no driver in sight, looked around as though... It was intelligent. Like it was worried that it would get caught.
Sam fumbled with his cell phone. Hastily turning on his video feature, he turned the phone's camera to himself. "Hi, this is Samuel James Whitwicky, telling you that my dragon is-is intelligent, sentient, what ever you want to call it." He flipped the phone to the dragon who was still on his hind legs, waiting for something. "I just want to say, I love you, Mom, Dad, Mojo. And Dad if you find the magazines under my bed, they're Miles', I was just keeping them for him." Sam started to put the phone away, but changed his mind, "No wait, they're mine, Uncle Charles gave them to me." He then flipped his phone closed, ending the video feed.
Sam started to move away from the dragon, but walked a little too close to the guard dogs. They started to bark wildly and run after him. Sam backpedaled franticly, and ran for his life.
Bumblebee heard the dogs bark and what sounded a lot like Sam cursing. Thankfully the return signal came at in the same moment. It told him that his teammates would be arriving soon, within a day. That allowed him to search for his charge.
The yellow dragon found the boy every quickly, following the scent that he had memorized. He found Sam in an abandoned warehouse, on top of some crates, yelling at the dogs. A growl and a jab of his neck had scared the dogs away fast. No one hurt his charge...
But Sam's quick heartbeat did not slow when the dogs left. If anything it escalated. Bumblebee looked at the boy, concerned.
"You want to drive yourself, sure, ok go ahead!" He shouted throwing something small at the ground. "Here's the ownership pendant!" Then he ran out.
Sam scooted out of the warehouse and away from the sentient dragon. He heard the roars of the police dragons, and nearly cried with relief.
"Thank god you're here. My dragon, its in there-"
"Get down, on the ground, hands up!" The police man shouted, jumping off his black and white dragon.
"What?" Sam said, startled and raised his hands at the gun the man pointed at him.
"On the ground, now!" The cop shouted. He ran forward and shoved Sam on his stomach, cuffing his hands behind his back. Sam's face ground into the gravel before he was roughly hauled to his feet.
Bumblebee watched at a distance, wishing he could do something. He then nudged the ownership pendant that was still in the dirt with his nose, saddened by Sam's rejection. The pendant was to show others which dragon was theirs, so that confusion did not occur in parking lots. Each was unique. Bumblebee carefully picked it up with his teeth and tucked it under his armer. He would return it to Sam later. Hopefully. If Sam wanted it back...
Bumblebee left the junkyard dejectedly, his mood thoroughly darkened.
Breem: 8.3 minutes (Transformers version of a minute) if memory serves correct.