Author's Note: I dunno... I just reread the last chapter, and I'm not sure that I like it... Just seems awkward, like it goes too fast. Hmmm.... I had some writer's block issues wit dis chap. I likes this scene in da movie, I didn't want to screw it up. It's like the only major 'bot interaction in the entire film... SO that is the only excuse I have for this taking so long. Heh... Don't eat meh?

Anywho, as usual, tanks for da reviews, dey make meh happy. As does favoriting. And adding this to your Story Alerts...

Ok, now I'm just distracting yous from da story.

Disclaimer: Don't own, pwease don't sue.


Sam had quickly scrambled back on the yellow dragon, now known as Bumblebee. Bumblebee... Sam thought, And Ironhide, and Ratchet. Jazz... What's with these names?!

The others followed behind them, forming some weird convoy. Bumblebee seemed to know where to go, flowing along the streets easily. Sam glanced behind him to look at those dragons, all holding their wings at that awkward angle, hiding the fact the whole no drivers thing. Looking closer at the wings themselves, he noticed that all of them were too small for any flight outside of gliding. Grounders, he thought, they're all grounders.

In no time at all they reached Sam's house. "In the alley," Sam whispered to the dragon, and it nodded, foregoing the driveway it had originally aimed for. He slipped into the drk space, the rest following still.

"Okay, look you guys, you need to stay here. I'll be back in-in five minutes, just stay put!" He turned to Mikeala, "Keep them here! I'll be back soon," He glanced back at the dragons who were shifting around and a few (coughIronhidecough) glaring at the surrounding darkness suspiciously like it was going to jump out and bite them.

Sam ran back through his yard and up the back steps. He was about to throw open the screen door when his dad stepped into the frame and blocked his way.

"You're late did you know that?" Ron was trying to look stern and failing miserably, "Three minutes past curfew. I did your chores for you too. What do you have to say for yourself young man?"

Sam glanced behind him when he heard a noise, and saw Bumblebee sticking his neck from between the tall bushes at the end of the yard.

Sam whipped his head back towards his father and tried to bloke his dad's view of the area, "I'd have to say that your the best dad ever. You know why don't I just finish those chores right now!"

"That's okay. I've already finished all of them. Well, it's only three minutes, so I'm going to let you of easy, Sam, don't let it happen again." He turned and walked back into the living room were Sam heard the news playing and some clinking of glasses. Sam whirled arounded and faced the five dragons now standing in his backyard.

"What are you doing here? I told you to wait for five minutes! I told you to keep them there!" He hissed at the Autobots and Mikeala. She just shrugged helplessly at him. Before Sam could go further into his rant, he was interrupted by a small yipping blur now streaking away from his house. It approached the dragons without fear, sniffed a black foot, lifted his leg and-

"Argh!" Sam spun to see Ironhide shaking his hind foot and glaring at a certain tan Chihuahua, mouth smoking, "You appear to have a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?" Ironhide growled. Sam leaped forward to protect the tiny dog.

"No, no that's a Chihuahua, we humans love Chihuahuas." The teenager shouted picking up the small, still yipping dog.

"It peed on my foot." Ironhide glared accusingly at the 'rodent'.

"Did he? Bad, Mojo, bad," scolded Sam, "See now he won't do it again."

"Ironhide, stand down." Prime commanded, and Ironhide finally relented, muttering something about it smelling.

"Look, I'll find you the tablet, you just have to give me some time. So if you could just go, wait here, then I can give it to you, okay, just give me some time."

"Fine, just hurry," Prime implored.

"Thanks." Sam whispered to him and preceded to run upstairs and rip his room apart.

He shifted through magazines and papers. He upturned boxes, searched under tables, threw nicknacks aside. He was interrupted, however, after perhaps a minute of rummaging by a sound coming from his bathroom window. He ran inside and saw Mikeala climb inside, off of someone's nose. "They really want that tablet," She said to his confused look.

"Okay," He said scrambling back into the room, "Why don't you search that wall, and I'll look over here." He stopped her from opening the first box however, remembering suddenly what was inside.

After a few more interruptions from the dragons, one of which involved the power going out and some problems with his parents (who asked very awkward questions), Sam remembered where his backpack was and ran downstairs to get it from the kitchen.

That's when a knock came from the door.


...I lost steam, sorry.

And Sector Seven arrives! Woooooh, next chapter I get to write jerky Simmons stuffs! Uh, so do da usual, review, fave, and that stuffs. Tell meh if I screwed up way too much, tell meh if I did I good job, and, uh, tell meh if you would like to see da pics I drew?... Just need to find away to scan them...