13sTaLk13: Hm. Well, I'm just going to say that: you don't have to read Yoroshiku Master to understand the drabble.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my insanity. That's right; my sanity does not belong to me.

Warnings: Crossover, OOC, A.U, rushed

Pairings: Mikaela/Barricade, Bumblebee/Sam, Prowl/Jazz

Keeping you anyway

Mikaela rubbed her arms as she walked down the crowded side walk in early autumn. 'I should have brought my jacket…or worn longer sleeves…' Mikaela thought, regretting her decision to wear jeans and a tee-shirt. The beautiful leaves weren't worth the goose bumps.

She bumped into a man with black hair and red eyes hidden behind black shades as she was watching the leaves. "Sorry…" she murmured, continuing on. She walked three steps before she felt a tug at her wrist. She looked down, expecting to see the guy's hand, but found reins wrapped around her wrist.

The Guy was also looking at his wrist, but his eyes were wide and…angry? She tried to pull the reins off, but it was no use. They weren't coming off. The Guy walked up to her, and pulled her after him. "Hey! Let go!" he did so automatically, as if he couldn't control his actions. He glared at her.

"Then come with me, Santa." He said it mockingly, but she didn't get the joke. He tugged her along the sidewalk in the direction she'd just come from, then down an ally and three streets until they stopped in front of a house.

The Guy- who still hadn't told her his name damn it- opened the door. "Barricade! Are you back alread-…" A blonde with black bangs cut off as he saw Mikaela. Then the blonde grinned at tackle hugged the black haired guy.

"You found your Santa!" The black haired guy grumbled, pushing the blond off as a brunette came in. That's when Mikaela noticed the blonde and brunette were tied together with reins.

"Shut up, Bumblebee." Two more people came in, both with black hair. One was of fair skin, the other was African American.

"Barricade, we sent ya' out ta ge- Oh my! 's this your Santa? Nice ta meet ya da'lin'! Name's Jazz!" The enthusiastic African American said, shaking Mikaela's hand. After a second she managed to pull her hand away. The pale man nodded to her, a bit like a bow really.

"Prowl." Then the blonde hugged her. She stiffened, still very confused.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Bumblebee and this is my Santa, Sam." Sam rolled his eyes and pulled the blonde off her. He held out his hand and shook hers softly.

"I'm sorry Miss…" He trailed off, leaving room for her to supply her name.

"Mikaela." He nodded, sympathetically.

"Mikaela. Why don't we explain what's happened, because I'm pretty sure Mr. Stick-up-his-ass hasn't said a word to you." Mikaela nodded, as Barricade growled.

"Watch it human!" Sam stuck his tongue out at Barricade as Bumblebee went on the defense.

"Make me, Reindeer." Prowl lead Mikaela to the couch in the living room, laughing at the teens' antics.

"Well, I s'ppose it's best ta start a' the beginnin'. You know 'bout Santa and his reindeer, 'ight? Well the truth is Santa ha' only one reindeer and there's many Santas all over the world." Mikaela was confused, but nodded for Jazz to continue.

"Prowl's a Santa. Iam a reindeer. Reindeer's usually human 'less ordered ta b'come a reindeer by their Santa. Reindeer mus' obey e'erythin' their Santa tells them ta. Now, there's a way ta break a rein, whi'h is the bond that tie a Santa ta a Reindeer and vice versa." Jazz said, a bit sadly.

"A Santa can kiss his or her Reindeer, and the bond's broke. Some Santas and Reindeer can go their whole li'es wit'out meetin' ea'h other. Las' year Bumblebee met Sam." Jazz grinned and fake whispered to Mikaela. "We thinks they're goin' out." Sam threw his shoe at Jazz as Bumblebee choked on air and Barricade made a roaring laugh.

"You're just jealous 'cause 'Bee can top!" Jazz laughed as Bumblebee became cherry red.

"Sam! Don't encourage him!" Mikaela laughed a bit.

"They got downtown and Prowler and me got uptown." Prowl sat down beside Jazz, quiet as a cat.

"Don't need another Santa pair then, do you?" Barricade growled out, plopping down beside Mikaela.

Prowl sent Barricade a look. Barricade sent one back.

Jazz coughed. "Me and Prowler have been takin' care of 'Cade and 'Bee since they was three and two. They's both gots their 'pinions on bein' Reindeer."

Bumblebee grinned and sat down on the loveseat, pulling Sam into his lap. "I've been looking forward to meeting Sam since I was old enough to understand what being a reindeer meant. It's great to know that someone is always there for me."

Barricade growled a bit at Bumblebee. "Like a lap dog. I don't see the need for so many Santas. In fact, I wish I'd never met you. I don't want to be ordered around for the rest of my life." Prowl rolled his eyes and Jazz shook his head.

"Ya' cou'd be a annu'l Santa. Ya' know, only meetin' e'ery Christmas." Mikaela tilted her head.

"A Santa and his or her Reindeer have a sleigh and a magic sack. The reindeer pulls the sleigh and the Santa delivers the present that come out of the sack at Christmas. Most Santas only see their reindeer on Christmas, but some stay together all year."

Bumblebee held Sam closer. "That's what I like about Sam. He never leaves." Sam rolled his eyes.

"As if you'd let me, Mr. Overprotective." Bumblebee pouted cutely. Mikaela almost made an 'aww' sound but held it in. Barricade looked over to her, and stood up.

"Common. Now you've met the family and know what you need to." Barricade pulled the rein, making Mikaela follow him. The four in the living room traded amused looks.

"Five dollars says he decides he wants to keep her." Sam said. Bumblebee gaped at Sam.

"Sam!" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Fine…Fifteen." Jazz laughed as Bumblebee scolded Sam about gambling.

Meanwhile, Barricade was in front of Mikaela. "I don't want to be tied down." He said simply, leaning into Mikaela.

"As if I do?!" She growled out, glaring at him. Barricade looked into her eyes searching for resistance, before he leaned forward and captured her lips. Mikaela tensed, but didn't pull away.

Barricade pulled back after a moment and glared.

"You didn't kiss back." Mikaela glared at him.

"Was I supposed to!?" He kissed her again, pressing their lips together with more force. Mikaela pressed her lips against his, and the reins loosened, but they didn't fall off. Barricade pulled back, growling.

"Kiss me." He demanded, arms on either side of Mikaela's head, trapping her against the wall. She bit her lip, but did so. The reins fell of completely and Barricade pressed his body up against Mikaela's, pressing their lips together more firmly.

The two didn't even notice Sam getting thirty dollars from Prowl and Jazz.

Barricade pulled back, breathing deeper. He was almost panting. "I…may just…keep you…anyway." Mikaela smirked up at him, defiantly.

"Who said…it was…going to…be that easy?" Barricade smirked, and kissed Mikaela deeply, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I never said I wanted it easy, now did I?" Mikaela shoved Barricade on his ass and took off. Barricade raced after her, leaving the four in the living room to themselves.