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Chapter 6 – Strange Occurrences
It had been a full week ever since Sam got the old silver Porsche, and things had been rather... odd, for lack of better word. It wasn't exactly a bad odd, but Sam couldn't tell if it was a good odd either.
On the very first day, Sam and Miles gave the car a good, much needed wash. It was then that Sam noticed the very faint, but nearly audible purring of the engine. To say that it freaked Sam out was an understatement, but eventually he ignored the car's oddity for his own sanity, or, at least, what was left of it.
On the second day, Sam, with the help of Miles, began to work on the inner engine. Although Miles wouldn't go near the hood after the car 'spit' oil on his shirt. "I swear your car hates me, dude!" Miles had exclaimed when Sam had asked the blonde about the big oil stain on his shirt.
The third day was the same as the second, and so was the fourth, the fifth, and the sixth day. Sam, in the end, deemed the car 'healthy' despite the rustic appearance.
"Jeez, Sam, ya gonna take a break or what? You've been workin' on her for non-stop." Miles complained. He was bored, and as much he would have liked to help Sam on the car, he'd rather not risk his life. 'I swear to God it's possessed or something.' He thought.
"He." That was Sam's reply to Miles.
Miles just stared blankly at his friend. "Huh?"
"The car, it's not a she, but a he." Sam clarified firmly.
"Right. He, but that's not the point. I'm bored and I don't wanna go near your sentient car without getting myself killed." Miles all but whined.
Sam just snorted at his friend's obvious fear of his car. He thought the car was alright, though he thought it had many strange 'problems'. "Fine, we'll head into the town. There's a three day meat festival."
Miles perked up at the mention of meat, "Really?!"
"Hmm, it only happens during the summer each month on the street race weekend. Tomorrow is the street race; I was thinking of joining it." Sam replied with a smirk.
"Seriously? Ya wan'ta race with her- I mean him?" Miles asked skeptically. He had no doubt it had speed, but... 'The car is fuckin' alive!' He thought to himself.
"Yeah, he's fine, and he's got good speed." Sam said, defending his car.
Mile held his had up, showing he surrendered. "Alright, alright. Just don't get ya panties in a twist." He muttered. He really didn't like the thought of Sam using the car in the race.
After a few minutes of silence, Miles's stomach broke out in loud growls. Sam blinked before smirking. Miles just look sheepish, "Can we go into town now?"
His answer was a barking laughter.
Later that night.....
The house was filled with an eerie silence, except for Miles's quiet, content snores, and Tony's loud, rumbling snores.
The silver rusty vehicle sat outside quietly, before it's headlight lit up and the low rumbling of the engine starting, breaking the usual night's lullaby. The car started, slowly, drove out the junk yard.
Jazz's POV
'Thank Primus dah gates are open.' Jazz thought. Though he'd rather not have to go somewhere that is concealed just to transmit a message to his leader. Scanning the junk yard, and then his Sam, he finally deemed it was safe for him to transmit a quick message and come back.
With a low purr, he started his drive to the less civilization in Fresno.
Normal POV
Sam dimly heard a hearty rumble of an engine outside, before his brain connected the similar sound of the engine to his own car's engine. He woke up instantly, running to the window that faced the junk yard, to his car. Sam nearly growled when he caught the back of his car before it turned the corner, 'Someone is stealin' my car!' He thought angrily.
He knew he had enemies at school, but someone really had guts to steal what was his.With another angry growl, Sam quickly put on his shoes and started running down the stairs. He grabbed his uncle's truck keys and headed to the car.
Just as he was about to pull out he was surprised to see Miles running toward him with a panicked look. Sam gestured to him to hurry.
Once Miles was in, Sam hit the gas paddle, causing Miles to hold on to the door tightly. "What's going on dude?!" Miles gasped out. He almost shrieked when Sam did a sharp turn. 'Big trucks-plus-speed equals a big no-no!' Miles thought, close to laughing hysterically.
"Someone 'jacked my car!" Sam snarled angrily. He was beyond pissed, and briefly thought about bringing a wrench or something…
"Hold on." Sam warned before turning sharply again and into the abandoned part of town. Sam caught a glimpse of his car turning into an old stone yard. He drove into an ally to hide the truck, turning off its head lights and stopped the truck's engine. For a few minutes he sat there, waiting and contemplate on what to do next.
Miles stared at his friend for a minute before looking away with a shiver. Who knew his friend could be so scary and possessive?
"So, uh, what's the plan?" Miles finally asked quietly. "Should we call the cops?"
Sam snorted at the thought of getting help from the fuzz. "Nah, we'll just bust in."
Miles gaped at his friend, hoping he was joking. Sam saw the look and just shrugged. "Well, it's the only thing I got. And the fuzz ain't gonna help me. So..." Sam trailed off with a smirk, "Let's boogie."
With that said, Sam jumped out of the truck and started walking toward the old yard. Miles broke out of his shock and quickly scrambled after his long-time-insane-best friend.
They moved as quietly and stealthy as an eager kid sneaking up on Santa, only doing a horrible job at it. Finally reaching the edge of the stone piles, the two teens saw Sam's car. Sam frowned when he notice there was no one around or in the car; if the moon's light anything is to go by. A loud squawk sounded across the yard and the vehicle's amateur pursuers flinched and jumped behind a gray, rough brick wall; a poor attempt at hiding. They both looked up, only to find that the source of the random squawk came from a crow circling overhead.
Then a loud rumble followed by a series of noise that sounded like metal shifting over metal echoed throughout the stone yard. They noticed how the car was changing shapes and breaking apart, or so they thought, it was difficult to tell.
As the 'car' continued to make whirling and other mechanical noises, the two gaped, as it seemed to only grow. Finally, it stood up proudly, almost having a human-like shape in comparison, except for its obvious metallic silver 'skin'.
The two mouth-gaping teens just stared at the apparent robot.
Miles whispered with an I-told-you-so tone, "I told you it was alive!" Sam could only just stare with amazement and... fear. Or at least what he thought was fear.
"Holy shit." Sam said dazedly. They continued to watch the car-turned-robot more out of human curiousness and their lack of sanity.
"Do you think it's a robot made in Japan? You know, to take over US as a revenge?" Miles asked when they watch as the robot made a sign in the sky with it's headlights. "Or maybe it could be like some sort of Batman type thing, but a robot version." He mused.
Sam didn't seem to care, for all he knew that… that thing could be either evil or good, but he was so not sticking around to find out. They didn't have weapons, and the thing was probably packed with loads of ammo, plus it could just step on them if it wanted too. He grabbed cuff of Miles' sweater and started running, and dragging Miles, back towards their truck.
Once in, Sam immediately started the truck and drove backwards and out of the dead-end ally way. Miles was holding to his seat for dear life, his only safety as they kept driving backward at a break-neck speed. "Oh God, we're gonna die!" he muttered, eyes shut tightly.
Finally out of the ally, Sam did a half-doughnut and started forward, back to the house. Sam kept glancing back at the rear mirror, looking for a silver Porsche following them, or maybe a robot running after them wielding some sort of weapon.
The house came into view and both of the teens sighed for different reasons. Miles was just happy to get out of the car... and maybe puke his stomach out. Sam was just glad to be home, even though the thing could come back and easily kill them.
The two tired, but still anxious teens made their way to their room to sleep for another hour or so; dawn was already coming with a bright vengeance.
Miles instantly crawled into his bed, covering his head with the blanket, whispering about "It's all a bad dream, yes, a bad dream…" The snores followed after.
Sam couldn't, or wouldn't sleep. But eventually he felt the tug in his drowsy head. He followed Miles's example and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Next Morning...
Tony woke up with a loud yawn. He sleepily looked around, and frowned as he thought why he was awake. He was usually woken up by his nephew's 'bed-attack' or the smell of breakfast. When he sniffed the air, he smelt no delicious bacon or waffles aroma.
Tony frowned even more.
He listen quietly and only got silence as his answer. Okay, now he was worried. Quickly as possible, he pulled on some sweats before walking in a fast pace toward the boys' rooms. Putting his ear on the door, he only heard the faint snores of Miles.
As quietly as possible, he opened the door and peaked in the room. He wasn't surprised to see that Miles was still sleeping, but to see his nephew still asleep he was a bit worried.
Tony decided to head downstairs to start breakfast, figuring the boys will be hungry.
Just as he finished the eggs, and now rolling the sausage on the pan, he heard the soft pads of feet coming down the stairs, alerting him that the boys were now awake.
He turned to greet them, only to pause as he saw the bags under boys' eyes. "Stayed up late?" Tony asked as nonchalantly as possible. The teens only yawned and muttered a 'good-morning,' before sitting at the table.
Deciding that the boys needed coffee to wake up more, he poured some black-coffee and handed them the mugs. Sam drank it straight; while Miles poured almost half the tin-can of sugar and then slurped it in one go.
Tony only raise an eyebrow at the teens, "So, are ya gonna tell me how was your day yesterday?" He asked, wanting know since he was out of town to pick up his orders for certain parts.
Tony narrowed his eyes when he saw that the boys tensed up immediately, but Sam quickly hid it, almost making him think he imagine it, but Miles was a horrible actor. His obvious cover up gave them away.
Sam thought it was best to speak before his uncle got too suspicious, "Hmm, I just finished fixing the ro- I mean car. Then Miles was hungry, so I took him to the meat fest. Afta'wards we watch a bunch o' ol' movies that Lopez lent us." Sam said tiredly, taking a sip of his black coffee.
Sam winced internally; he really didn't like lying to his uncle but he didn't want anything happening to him. He already got Miles involved and regretted even taking him.
Tony stared long and hard at his nephew, when he saw nothing that gave Sam away, he turned to look at Miles, who was doing a horrible job of trying to act normal. Tony stared down Miles, and Miles peaked a look at him only to look away quickly, now tapping on his mug as he fidgeted. Out of the corner of his eyes, Tony saw Sam's eye twitching.
"That's it?" Tony asked, now very curious as to why they're acting skittish, or as skittish Sam can get.
"Yep." Sam and Miles piped in unison.
Tony stared at them, and then sighed, "Well that's good. Just don't stay up late watching movies, otherwise you'll start losing yer brain cells."
"Pfft, please, I'm far too superior for that to happen to me." Sam said with mock-haughtiness, causing them to chuckle.
After a few minutes of Tony serving breakfast, he asked, "So are ya boys gonna head down to the main street to watch the races? Or are ya signing up for this race, after all ya did say it was finish." He saw Sam grip his fork tighter and Miles look like he was choking on his sausage.
"What?" Tony finally asked, a bit confused with their reactions.
"Ah, its nothing. I was actually thinking maybe it be best to wait next month to race the car. You know to make sure it actually works, 'cause no way I'm making a fool outta myself." Sam huffed, as if he was talking to a younger brother. "But Miles an' I were planning on walking to the main road to watch an' see if there might be any competition for next month." Sam finished with a satisfied nod. Only Miles was gaping at him.
"Oh?" Tony blinked, "Alright, hope ya boys have fun, an' do try to stay out of trouble."
Sam just smirked and said, "We haven't done anything… yet."
"'Yet' is what I'm worried 'bout." Tony said with a raised brow, looking at Sam. Sam only grunted. Tony just sighed and shook his head fondly at Sam, "But do have fun." With that said, Tony got up and dumped the dishes before heading out to the garages, "Oh, before ya boys go out, do the dishes."
"Damn." Sam said, his face showing his dislike of washing dishes. He slowly got up and headed to the sink and started the dishes. After a while, he noticed the lack of talking from Miles. He turned to look and saw Miles staring out the window with a pale and horror shown on his face. Sam instantly knew what got Miles in that state, but couldn't help himself as looked out the window.
There, sitting under the sun, was the silver, rusty Porsche.
Miles slowly turned to face Sam and opened his mouth to scream, but Sam quickly covered it and dragged him away from the window.
"Shh, don't scream or anything. The thing still thinks we're ignorant, and its best to let it keep thinking it. So we have to pretend it isn't, uh, alive, alright?" Sam whispered as quietly as possible. He didn't want to take a chance if the robot has super-hearing.
Miles nodded frantically. "Good, now when I let ya go, we are gonna start pretending by doing dishes, get dressed, and walk to the Main road. Okay?" Sam directed, staring at Miles intently.
Again, Miles nodded and Sam slowly let go of him and the two turned to the sink and started washing the dishes.
The two talked about random things, trying their best to act normal and not jumpy and edgy. After the dishes were done, they got dressed and packed a few things for the day.
Quickly saying their good-byes to the guys in the garage, the two teens skirted out the yard.
Jazz's POV
After getting back from the stone yard, Jazz quickly checked on Sam with his scanners. When he saw his human was still there and asleep, he relaxed a little.
He couldn't wait for morning to come, after all his human said that he was gonna take him for a race. Jazz got excited at the thought of his human inside his interior and gripping his steering wheel as they sped down the road, just the two of them, alone on the road... As he kept thinking about it, he went into recharge with pleasant dreams of tomorrow's possible events.
The next morning... (To Jazz)
Jazz woke up to the morning sun's heat. Shaking out of his recharge daze, he immediately started performing his scans on the house. He saw that his human was awake and doing dishes with his blonde friend.
Jazz kept a close optics on Sam. When he saw that his human and the blonde running to the garages, already dressed, Jazz began to get excited at the fact his human was going to drive him real soon.
But he was very disappointed when he saw that Sam and the blonde running towards the gate – without him. 'Huh? I thought Sammy gonna take mah with him....' Jazz thought a bit miffed and confused. He decided to follow his human, to see what's going on.
Quietly and stealthy as possible, he drove out the gates without being seen. He took a right towards the town. As he drove down the narrow roads, he heard a beeping noise on his scanner. He checked and nearly growled when he recognized the signature as a Decepticon one. "Slagging 'con!" He revved his engine angrily, intent on finding his human before the 'con could.
Sam and Miles…
Has the two paranoid teen speed walked to the Main road, they kept checking behind them making sure there wasn't a certain silver car following them.
After a few blocks of not seeing the robot-slash-car, they relaxed a little.
"Dude, what are we gonna do 'bout your car?" Miles asked out of curiosity.
Sam only rubbed his face before responding, "I don't know." He sighed, running his fingers through his jostled hair. "I mean, what is there to do?"
Miles shrugged and said, "Well, the car didn't look like it wanted to kill you, but he seems..." He trailed off, uncertain on how his friend would react to the observation.
"But what?" Sam asked, a little peeved with the lack of immediate information.
"Ah, well, ya know… it seemed a bit… possessive of you." Miles finally spitted out.
"..." Sam really wasn't sure to laugh or knock Miles out for suggesting something so creepy and stupid.
"I mean, the car-robot whatever, always 'purred' when he was washed or simply touched by you. Then there's the incident when it wouldn't let me help you fix his engines. It spat at me, dude. That's gotta say somethin'!" Miles defended, pleading his case.
Sam just twitched, before sighing. "Whatever. Let's just forget 'bout it an' go watch some races." He started walking again. Miles ran to catch up to his friend.
The two teens talked about other things as they walked toward the main road, trying to avoid the 'car' topic. Finally they saw the crowed of people at the Main road, all shouting joyously and loudly.
As they walked through the big crowed to find a spot to sit, Miles spotted a Saleen Mustang police cruiser. But what was strange about it was the odd, yet menacing air around it. He kept checking it out, until he reached the side panel where it read "To punish and enslave." 'I'm positive cop cars' don't say that...' Miles thought with trepidation.
"Hey man, check out the cop car." Miles whispered to Sam, tugging at his shirt sleeves.
Sam turned to where Miles was looking toward at, and frowned at the dark atmosphere surrounding the highway patrol vehicle. Then Sam noticed the side panel's wordings. 'What the fuck...?' was his only thought before he started to pull Miles and walk away from it, wanting to put distance between them and that car. He felt uneasy at the appearance of the car for unknown reasons, but he knew to listen to his gut, only if it meant survival.
As the two teens made their way through the crowd of excited fans, Sam looked behind them and saw that the strange patrol car was actually following them. He tried to calm his growing panic, but when the sun shined on the dark, tinted windows he noticed there was no driver. He started running, with Miles following right on his heel. They tried to lose the car in the crowd, but the sporadic group of people parted for the police cruiser, obvious respecting the authority. 'Idiots! Are you blind?!' Sam thought with anger and hysteria. 'No, no, no, no, no! Don't part for him you stupid people!'
Sam saw an open ally way ahead of him. Sam grabbed onto Miles's wrist and took the sharp turn, hoping the crowed, before it parted, would cover their tracks. They kept running, not wanting to take any chances. The two teens ended up going into an abandon warehouse, just a few blocks away from the Main Road.
The two try to catch their breath, trying to think of what they will do next.
"Do you think we lost the psycho cop car?" Miles asked between breaths.
Not too long after he asked the question, the loud rumbling of an engine came from just outside the warehouse. Miles, on impulse, screamed loudly. Sam quickly covered his mouth.
Silence. Complete silence. Until the loud whining and clanking noises of machinery started from the same area. Then there were loud thuds and slight shakes at each thud, as if something was walking towards them.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Miles kept muttering in Sam's hands. He crawled on top of Sam, clutching onto his friend.
Sam really wanted to whack his friend, but he didn't. Because really he would be doing the same thing if it wasn't for the fact that his brain function doesn't seem to know what 'Freaking Out' even was.
As the two waited for their doom, Miles still clinging onto his friend and Sam tryed to drag them deeper into hiding behind the old crates without much noise (but failing miserably), the loud thuds finally reached the small door entrance.
After a few seconds, the small door entrance now became a missing wall, allowing the intruder to walk in with ease.
The said intruder was a fifteen feet tall black and white robot, and was glaring down at Miles and Sam with its menacing crimson-red eyes. The robot started making whining and clicking noises and suddenly a silver spinning spikes came rushing at impossible speeds towards them, only to stop in motion just mere feet from their shaking bodies. The silver spikes turned into another robot, though considerably smaller compared to its larger, much more bulky companion.
The smaller robot roughly grabbed onto Miles and dragged him up with strength that neither teen believed could have come from such a small, thin frame. Sam tried to grab his friend back; key word: Tried. Unfortunately the bigger, and more sinister looking robot took it's chance to grab Sam.
"Hey! Put me down!" Sam shouted out in anger. He was furious with himself for not watching his surroundings and the fact that the creepy silver robot got his friend.
"Fleshling, are you Samual James Witwicky?!" The black and white robot growled out, glaring its murderous red eyes into Sam's angry brown eyes.
"Who wants ta know?" Sam asked sarcastically. Though he regretted it as he was suddenly squeezed tightly in the clawed appendage. 'Fuck!' Sam gasped for breath.
"If you wish for your friend to live you will answer my questions, do you understand flesh sack?!" The robot threatened. To show that he, or at least Sam thought it was a male, was telling the truth, he turned Sam to face the ground where his friend Miles was now tied up and had two knives pointing at him, curtsey of the little creepy robot.
Sam looked on with horror, as the thing cut Miles face, showing some spilled blood. Then Sam growled, "Fine, I'm Sam James Witwicky. What the fuck do you want?!" He shouted, almost a desperate edge to his question.
The black and white he-bot chuckled evilly, "Do you have Archibald Witwicky's glasses?" He snarled.
Sam felt his face go blank, trying to think what the hell this evil he-bot is asking for. But his thoughts were interrupted from the harsh shaking his body was taking.
"Well?! Tell me boy, or your fleshling friend dies!" The evil robot said gleefully, taunting Sam.
"What?! I have a time-limit to remember?!" Sam shouted in disbelief. Then, like a light-bulb he remembered, but then decided to see what the hell this guy wants with it. Of course without getting himself or Miles killed.
"Ohhhh, that thing? What about it?" Sam asked innocently.
The evil 'bot growled, obviously pissed off at not getting accurate information quickly enough. "Do. You. Have. The. Glasses?!" He punctuated each word, lowly and dangerously.
'Well, that didn't go as I planned.' Sam thought bemusedly. But he wasn't gonna give in just yet. "Yah, I have it or had it. I think I might of thrown it away. I mean who keeps that kind of junk?" Oh yeah, lying to a robot, who could possibly detect it, is such a wonderful plan. He was so dead.
"What?!" The evil 'bot bellowed out in anger and disbelief.
Or not. Maybe he and Miles still got a chance to live a long life after all. 'Maybe I should become a professional criminal, named the Trickster.' Sam mused randomly.
Then he felt the firm pressure on his body grow tighter, squeezing him. 'Damn. Of course the evil robot would kill me. Though I kinda wished it was more of a malevolent death instead squeezed like a stress ball. Double damn.' Sam thought, panicking slightly. 'Oh, god, what about Miles?!' Sam desperately tried to turn to look down. He only saw Miles horrified face and the little creep stalking up to him with its creepy laugh. Sam wanted to yell for the mini-Joker to get the hell away from his friend. But only gasping breath left his mouth. 'Damn it. Miles....'
His visions started to see black and white dots. Just as he was about to close his eyes, Sam heard the noise of car swerving on gravels, and the clanking and hissing of the metal and machine being moved. Then a loud bang rang through the air as the black and white robot was hit by something like blue light energy.
Though Sam didn't get a good look as he was let go and was falling to the ground.
Before he could fall to his death, he was saved. Instead of five clawed fingers, he was held by five blunt fingers. Sam turned to face his savior, and he realized it was the same robot that he Miles had witnessed go from car-to robot the very night before.
Now that he actually got a good look at his car, he noticed he didn't look evil, in fact he looked... worried. Well, worried as robot wearing a glowing blue visor could get.
"Uh, Thanks..." Sam hesitantly muttered, not sure what else to say to his savior. Miles would have something a lot cooler or something.
Realization hit him like a freight train. MILES!
'Oh, shit! Where's Miles?!' Sam looked around frantically on his perch. After he saw that his friend was staring at the silver robot in awe and fear, Sam felt himself breath, beyond relieved.
Just as Sam was about to ask the silver robot to be put down, he unexpectedly fell on his ass as he was pulled close to his savior's chest at a fast movement. Then he saw the black and white robot charging them.
He saw the silver robot pointing his other arm at the evil robot and it shifted into a cannon on his arm. Sam heard the arm-cannon power with a low humming. He even felt the warm energy behind him, as he leaned against the robot's chest.
Leaning even more closely he felt...amazing. Almost euphoric, like he was racing over 200mi/h in a slick car.
Then just before the evil robot could tackle or aim, the silver robot took aim and shot three times on evil robots shoulder, leg, and it's shooting arm. The evil robot roared in pain and anger, but he backed off and retreated at a fast speed with his creepy partner holding onto the top of the hood.
After a few minutes of watching the evil police cruiser become a dot in a distance, Miles took his chance to speak, "So, uh, can someone untie me?"
Jazz's POV.
After untying Miles, the two humans trusted Jazz enough to ride in his alt mode.
It was completely silent as they drove toward Sam's housing unit. But Jazz wasn't in the mood to talk. He was beyond furious that Barricade had half-the processor to kidnap what Jazz considered his.
Okay, so he didn't mark Sam, but his rationality was really working at the moment. Though he really should find a way to mark Sam without him knowing.
Jazz felt himself become possessive as Sam rub his seating. 'Oh…, dat feels nice...' He tightened his seat belt in response causing Sam to pause, but continuing his ministration. 'He probably doesn't even know wha' he 's doin' ta mah.' Jazz almost groaned in pleasure.
At least his Sam wasn't hurt. Which why he left Barricade alive when he could have easily killed him.
Plus he didn't want Sam to see him kill, or Prowl's stoic, but sad faceplate.
Just as he was about to take a turn to their destination, Jazz got a message from his comrade that they were reaching Earth in less an hour. Jazz was so excited that he blew some music loudly.
~I'm so excited and I just can't hide it!~
~I'm about to lose control and I think I like it!~
~I'm so excited and I just can't hide it!~
~And I know I know I know I know I know I want you!~
The Pointer Sisters' "So Excited!" blared through his speakers, startling the two boys sitting in his cab.
Jazz revved his engine and sped towards the stone warehouse, knowing it would be the best place to meet with his comrades.
Sam realized too late that the silver car didn't turn onto the road that led to his house. He started to freak out a bit. 'Don't tell me he's another villain!?' "Uh, hey, you missed our turn..." Sam spoke with slight suspicion.
Jazz felt a tug at his spark when his human spoke distrustfully toward him. He needed to clear the air before it got worst, not wanting his little human to fear or distrust him even more than he already does. "My comrades are comin'. My boss-man wish ta speak with ya, but don't worry, he's cool." Jazz said with an easy tone, trying to convince Sam that he wouldn't place him in danger or hurt him.
"Alright..." Sam said, a bit unsure. He looked at his blonde friend, who only shrugged.
Silenced resumed as they drove to their new destination.
Ugh finally finish with this chapter. I hope ya'll enjoyed it. And THANK YOU SO MUCH Screamer is just a Screamer for being an awesome beta! I couldn't have survive this long with out your awesome skills:)
The next chapter,Paranoia is His Middle Name, will come soon!!
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Albinochilde