YAY! Um yeah. I don't own Transformers

The next day-

When it became appearant they would need vehicles to drive, Sam had loaned them money and they had each gone car shopping. Irene of course had purchased a truck that resembled her former alt form. A GMC topkick pick up truck, this time in dark red.

Rachel had been more senseable, purchasing an old but very clean Honda civic that needed minor engine repair. In less then three days, it was running better then any other car on earth.

To everyone's surprise, the twins had purchased one car to share. A banged up cheap piece of crap that was barely driveable at all. After much yelling and swearing, Rachel got that running too, leaving the mystery of why the hell the twins wouldn't have bought the most expensive cars on the lot like everyone thought they would to be revealed when 6 weeks later, they both pulled up with a set of 2007 Ferrari 360 Spiders, one gold and one red.

Once Sam got over having a heart attack because he thought they had taken out loans to pay for them, they handed him a check for 150,000 dollars and bought twenty of the 1000 acres Sam had purchased using the fat government check he had been given to keep quiet, building a really nice two bedroom penthouse with a huge race track and a four story tall parking garage which held several very expensive, very fast cars in the back.

It turned out Sideswipe had taken the money they had been given to buy cars and invested in the stock market.

It turned out Sideswipe was a damned good businessman.

It turned out they now had more money then they knew what to do with. They had used the money to upgrade the warehouse, turning it into a high tech mansion of sorts.

Irene slowed her truck as they pulled up to the gate, punching in the code and heading up the drive way. Barricade pulled in behind her, waiting patiently. They often did this after work, she had a beer and they sat on the porch, chatting late into the evening.

"Ironhide, I am detecting an autobot energy signature 11 meters from the main residence."

Barricade threw up a dampening field and tucked himself into the center of a grove of trees for cover. "How would you like to proceed?"

Irene thought about it. "Can you duplicate my old energy signature?"

"Yes."

"Transmit a hail, code 27919-123123-288167812-GHTT-2879871-IRON. See if they send anything back. It might be a friendly. Bee is up there."

Barricade did so, then chuckled, backing out of his hiding spot and heading up the drive way. "I have received a reply. She says to come and see. "

Irene grinned. A femme. Just what they needed. Barricade got to the top of the driveway and opened his door. Irene stepped out, moving to the side so the ex con could transform.

To their surprise, they found Sam in the middle of washing a very familiar looking Camaro, suds dripping down it's yellow frame as he painstakingly went over every inch with a soapy sponge. He looked up, grinning as they approached. "Hi guys. Like the new car?"

Barricade grinned wickedly. "No. It's far too small. Pathetic, cheap and flimsy. I would could pound it into a scrap with one hand behind my back. You would do much better... With a ford."

Irene dove out of the way, rolling as the Camaro transformed and leapt, tackling the former decepticon and slamming his head against the ground. Barricade grappled Bee, but found the soap covering her made it difficult to get a hold. Bumblebee bellowed, her bright blue optics narrowing.

"I'LL SHOW YOU PATHETIC, CHEAP AND FLIMSY YOU OVER GROWN TUNA CAN WITH WHEELS!"

Barricade was surprised to discover that Bumblebee's frame had changed since the last time they had fought. It was slender and curvy, with a small but very impressive chest plate. His optics widened as he found his systems responding not in their usual battle mode, but in another mode entirely. Grunting he shoved her off of him before it became appearant, backing away. "I yield"

Irene, having heard Barricade's systems revving, burst into hysterical laughter. Sam looked confused and Bumblebee simply stood there, a look of pure fury on her face.

"Easy Bee, it's only natural. Con's don't get much experience with femmes."

Barricade narrowed his optics at Irene, who simply laughed harder. "At least I am not so old pieces fall off when I try to interface. I would imagine most femme's won't connect with you simply out of fear of off-lining you half way through the process"

"I ain't dignifying that with a response Cade. Bee, how'd you get reformatted?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. "

Bumblebee chirped cheekily and stuck out a black tongue Sam hadn't known she had. He reminded himself to ask about it later. Irene scowled.

"The matrix for my cannons Bee... Spill"

"The All Spark turned me into a femme so that my baby will be Cybertronian."

Irene and Barricade froze, staring at the grinning yellow femme bot in complete awe.

Bumblebee smiled sweetly, shifting back into her Camaro form and popping open her door "Hey Sam, wanna go play on the twins race track?"

Sam tried not to giggle and leapt into Bee, who tore off in a cloud of tire smoke before they could stop her.

-Across Town-

Rachel had called Mikaela when she had realized that she didn't know the first thing about human courtship and had begun to panic. Maxwell had told her to dress formal. It had taken Rachel about five minutes to realize she didn't know what that meant.

There was no way in pit she was going to humiliate herself in front of that arrogant little glitch. Mikaela had agreed to help, much to her relief. After three hours of facials, manicures, make up and what could only be classified as torture with a curling iron, Mikaela spritz'd her with perfume and called it done.

"Mikaela, are you certain all of this was necessary?"

Mikaela grinned, pushing her towards the floor length mirror in the hall way.

"You look great Ratchet..."

Rachel was about to protest when she caught sight of her reflection. She didn't recognize the woman standing there. The black satin cocktail gown they had bought earlier hugged her curves and brought out the bright blue of her eyes, wrapping around her body like a second skin. Her curly red hair crowned her face, which had been made as smooth and flawless as porcelain by the powder Mikeala had brushed on it.

The dark red lipstick made her lips puffy and smooth. Black eyeliner and soft brown eye shadow made her eyes look wide and bright, the sheer nylons made her legs appear slender and shapely. For the first time in her life, autobot or human, Rachel felt attractive. It felt surprisingly good.

"I believe Dr. Sharp will be quite impressed. Thank you Mikaela."

Just then Rachel's cell phone went off. Answering it, she winced as Irene's ear splitting holler almost knocked her over.

"RACHEL GET YER RUSTY AFT DOWN HERE NOW!"

Rachel's heart began to pound as she ran through her mind all the horrible things that might have happened, images of death and destruction filling her head. Taking a deep breath, she handled it in her usual manner. Calm. Collected. In control.

"Hide, calm down. I can do nothing with you yelling at me. What's happened?"

"BEE'S PREGNANT THATS WHAT!"

Rachel's blue eyes widened. She was silent for a moment. Then a soft choke escaped her lips. Followed by another. In a moment, she burst out laughing. She had forgotten. Oh Primus. Of all the things to have slip your mind.

"RATCHET!"

Struggling to control her hysterical giggling, Rachel tried to calm down the raging Ironhide "It's alright Hide. I already know. Don't kill her or Sam, I'll be home in a few hours."

"But.."

"No buts. I have a date."

"Ratchet..."

Rachel let out one of her famous my goodness your an idiot sighs. "Ironhide, your a big girl. I'm sure you can handle this. Have a good night."

With that, she hung up the phone, just as Mikaela's doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of Dr. Sharp. Taking one last look in the mirror, Rachel prepared to do battle.