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(Chapter 7)

Samantha leaned back and sighed in relief, 'Alright, the potion is done, and the case is lowered into the cauldron. Now we wait.' The case holding the glasses was sealed with magic, so she didn't need to worry about the potion seeping inside. Taking a seat on top of a rusted truck, Samantha looked around the junkyard and noticed each of the bots were doing their own activities. However, she felt like they were all silently glancing at her. 'Wait, someone is missing.' Doing a quick headcount, Samantha noticed Sunstreaker was nowhere to be seen.

Ever since she met him, Sunstreaker had been glaring at her and calling her species primitive flesh bags or something equally insulting. Jumping off the truck, she silently walked away. 'Did he leave?' Peeking past a few stacks of tires and concrete, she saw Sunstreaker hunched over, scraping rust and grease out between his side. "Whatcha doing?"

Sunstreaker jumped ever so slightly, "Grr~What!?" Couldn't this femme see he was busy?

"Woah, calm down. I just wanted to check up on you. I noticed you weren't with the others."

"I'm busy. Now frag off, Fleshbag." He went back to trying to clean the rust off his protoform.

"Would you like some help?" She saw he was struggling to get in between his plating.

Sunstreaker glanced down and scoffed, "Like I'd ever accept a human's help. Stupid femme."

Samantha rolled her eyes at his tough-guy act, 'He's probably not acting, but whatever.' She brushed off his side comment about her being stupid, "Hey, I know you don't like humans," that much was painfully clear, "but there is nothing wrong with accepting a bit of help."

"I don't need help!" He sat in the dirt and vigorously attempted to get the rust off his armor.

With Sunstreaker's back turned to her, Samantha tried to suppress a giggle, 'I know he's mad at me, but this is pretty funny.' Pulling her wand out of thin air, she cautiously approached the agitated mech. "Scourgify," She muttered the spell, and Sunstreaker's optics widened as golden waves melted the rust away.

"What the frag are you doing!?" Sunstreaker looked back and noticed the human was right next to him. Before he could continue shouting, his vocal processors locked up as the mysterious waves pulsed across his body, cleaning every inch of his form. Sunstreaker bit his glossa as his armor was cleaned, 'T~this isn't supposed to feel good! She's human!' Samantha's scent soon reached his nose, causing his optics to roll back ever so slightly. 'D~damn it!' Steam escaped his mouth, and behind his interface plate, his spike hardened. Sunstreaker shook as the only thing his processor could think about was interfacing.

At the other end of the junkyard, Sideswipe nearly toppled over as he felt waves of pleasure force their way through his bond with Sunstreaker. :F~frag me, Sunny. A little warning next time.: Getting away from the other bots, Sideswipe's glossa fell from his mouth. :Where are you? You fragging aft, I knew you liked that femme's scent.: However, this was more than just a pleasing fragrance he was feeling through his brother's bond. Sunstreaker's spark was virtually dripping with lust. The magic that grazed his body was causing his wiring and circuits to overheat but in a good way.

Sunstreaker could barely speak through his bond, :Frag off!: When he was finally clean, the mysterious force that was causing him unfathomable pleasure disappeared. 'Damn it, why did she stop?' He quickly shook that question away. "What did you do, Meat Sack?"

Samantha slid her wand up her sleeve, "Take a look. I probably could have done better if you were actually washed by hand, but magic can get most of your armor cleaned up."

The yellow bot frowned at the femme but nevertheless looked over his body. His armor had a polished shine to it. All of the dirt and rust that built up between his servos and wires were gone. 'That would've taken me cycles to clean.' Sunstreaker gave a huff, "I didn't need your help."

Even though he wasn't yelling anymore, Samantha took this as his version of a thank you. "I just thought I'd help. I don't like being covered in dirt either." She could only imagine how annoying it would be to clean yourself if you were a two-story-tall robot.

Sunstreaker scoffed, "You're a fleshbag. Don't you humans love rolling in the dirt?" Their entire planet was composed of it. Not to mention all the water that would make a mech like him oxidize and rust.

"Are you kidding? Just because I'm human doesn't mean I like being dirty. Yes, dirt and sand are annoying when you're covered in it, but it's pretty easy to get off."

"For you, maybe." This femme had no idea how long it takes a mech to clean between their servos.

Samantha was about to respond, but a giant hand picked her up, "There you are, sweet-spark! I hope Sunny wasn't threatening you." Sideswipe said with a smile. He brought her closer to his face and inhaled her strange but alluring scent.

Sam was a bit startled from being picked up, "No, everything is fine. We were just uh… your brother was just showing off his paint job."

Sideswipe raised an optic, "He was?"

Sunstreaker was frowning at her, 'What is she going on about?'

"Mhm~I just ran into him, and he was showing how clean he could get his armor." She didn't want to damage Sunstreaker's pride by having anyone find out he had a human girl cleaned his armor.

Sideswipe looked over his brother, "Hey! How did you clean between your servos!? I thought you said we were out of grease." It wasn't the same type of grease humans were used to.

Sunstreaker realized what the femme was doing and decide to go alone, "Pfff~Like I need that to clean my servos."

"Are you fragging with me!?" Sideswipe was clearly upset, "My servos feel like they're about to rust over, and you know how to clean it without grease? That's low, even for you. I thought we were brothers!" Sideswipe acted overdramatic, but both Sunstreaker and Samantha could see it was a show. Sideswipe quickly got over it and set Samantha on his shoulder, "Here ya go, sweet-fem. Sorry for always picking you up without askin', but I'd rather hold ya than accidentally step on you."

"Agreed," Samantha nodded, "You don't mind me touching you, do you?" She eyed Sunstreaker, who was quiet.

Sideswipe gave a playboy grin, "My, we've only known each other for about two solar cycles. A bit bold to ask those types of questions… but I'm not saying no."

Samantha's face turned red, "N~no! I didn't mean it like that!"

Sunstreaker elbowed his brother in the side, "You know that's not what she means, Scraphead. Now quit teasing the human."

Sideswipe nearly collapsed to the ground laughing… his brother called the femme human! Not fleshbag or meatsack. He knew his brother would come around. "What? Teasing her is so much fun." He liked seeing the femme blush. There was something about it that was oddly alluring. "I'm sorry, sweet-spark. Can you ever find it in your spark to forgive me?" He asked dramatically.

"Spark? You mean heart, right?"

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker looked at each other. They were clearly confused. Dimming their optics, they researched what a heart was. When their optics lit back up, Sunstreaker gagged, "Ugh~I'm gonna be sick." A human's heart looked nothing like a spark. It was a pulsing bag of flesh, and Sunstreaker was horrified by the images he saw.

Sideswipe stood up and hit his brother in the back of the helm, "Ignore him. You humans sure are a strange species. And here I thought you had sparks like us, guess I was wrong." He didn't understand human anatomy. He barely paid attention to how his own anatomy worked, but that is why they have Ratchet.

Now it was Samantha's turn to be confused, "What's a spark?"

Sideswipe had a naughty smirk, "Why don't I show ya!" Bringing her close to his chest plate, he opened it to reveal his spark.

Samantha stared at Sideswipe's spark with utter fascination. It was a massive ball of blue energy with a white core in the center. "Wow."

"You like?" Sideswipe's spark started beating faster. With the femme so close to his exposed spark, he wanted her to touch it. Meanwhile, Sunstreaker was still lost in his own processor as he tried not to think about a human's heart.

"So this is what an alien's soul looks like. Can I touch it?" Samantha looked at Sideswipe, and he was nodding with an excited smile.

"Feel free!" Sideswipe brought the femme closer to his spark. Despite his calm demeanor, the mech was filled with excitement. Sideswipe had interfaced with his fair share of femme on Cybertron, but he never let a femme touch his spark. Something deep within his spark was demanding for the femme to touch it. The tips of Samantha's fingers barely grazed the outer edge of Sideswipe's spark before she was violently snatched away.

"What the frag are you doing?!" Ironhide shouted as he carefully held Samantha in his servos. He heard some commotion and nearly blew a gasket when he saw Samantha about to touch this scraphead's spark.

Sideswipe gritted his denture as rage boiled inside of him. The femme was about to touch his spark! "Hey, give her back!" Never had Sideswipe felt such an overwhelming need to grab his blaster and shoot Ironhide.

Ironhide frowned at Sideswipe, "Hands off the femme, Scrapheap." If she was going to touch anyone's spark, it would be his!

Samantha shifted uncomfortably inside Ironhide's hand. She watched as Ironhide and Sideswipe growled at each other and spoke in strange clicks and vowels. 'Is that their native language?' Sunstreaker soon joined the argument and started shouting at his brother in their native tongue. Why would Sideswipe ever let that human touch his spark!

Ironhide and Sunstreaker were surprised when Sideswipe shouted at them. He was never one to lose his composure, :Give me the fragging femme!: He was seconds away from snatching her out of Ironhide's hand and locking her in his spark chamber. It angered him that his own brother was siding with Ironhide.

:Over my rusted body!: Ironhide shouted. He had a snarled expression.

Before the argument could grow out of hand, it had caught the attention of Optimus and Jazz. "What is happening here?" Optimus stood tall with his servo clenched. Nothing got Prime angrier than his own men fighting. More importantly, Ironhide was holding Samantha, and given the mech's past, he was worried she might accidentally be crushed. "Ironhide, release the femme."

Off to the side, Jazz was frowning at both Ironhide and Sideswipe while Sunstreaker explained what happened. 'I let this femme out of my optic for a nano-click and this aft is trying to have my femme touch his spark? Frag no!'

Optimus' optics seemed to grow brighter as his anger grew, "Ironhide… hand me the femme." He spoke in their native language.

Steam escaped Ironhide's nose and placed the femme on the ground, "Happy, Prime?" He asked sarcastically.

Optimus had a stern expression. He did not tolerate sarcasm or insubordination. "We will discuss this later." With Samantha placed on the ground, the human looked irritated.

Samantha was confused but annoyed with the mechs before her, 'Will they stop picking me up?' The Autobots obviously didn't understand the concept of personal space. "Will someone explain to me what's going on?" The Autobots said nothing; however, it was Ratchet who decided to scoot her away. His massive hand lightly pushing her away.

"Nevermind these sparklings," Ratchet said while looking at the twins. "Would you mind answering a few more of my questions, Miss Witwicky?" Ratchet was trying his best not to bother her, but he still had many more questions about magic. As Ratchet led her back to the cauldron in the middle of the junkyard, Ironhide was frowning.

"I'm going on patrol. I'll be back when I feel like it." Ironhide transformed and drove off to vent his anger. Hopefully, he'd run into a con and have an excuse to use his guns.

Optimus stood silent. Ironhide never was one to take off for a patrol unless something was really bothering him. 'I will converse with him when he returns.' Ironhide wouldn't listen to him right now even if he commanded it. The twins, on the other hand.

(With Samantha)

Samantha watched Ratchet type away on a strange-looking pad, "So what exactly did you want to ask me?"

Ratchet lowered the pad to glance at the femme, "Yes, I just need to finish compiling my previous findings." Ever since he met Samantha, he had been researching magic, trying to collect as much information on it as possible.

"Oh… Do you mind if I see?" Samantha was genuinely curious about what Ratchet had written down on his holopad. Mikaela, who had been sitting off to the side, decided to stand next to her.

Ratchet typed away on his pad, "You wouldn't understand it." He was so focused on finishing what he was doing he did not realize how rude he sounded.

Samantha raised a brow and crossed her arms as she glanced at Mikaela, "Imagine that. He knows more about magic than you or me."

Mikaela had her hands in her pocket, "I asked him the same thing about ten minutes ago. He gave me a similar answer."

Ratchet eventually put away his holopad, "Now, where were we? What exactly are the limits of magic?"

Samantha made a rolling motion with her hand, "You're gonna have to be more specific. Magic has limits on many different things. Transfiguration, charms, the dark arts..."

Ratchet closed his optics and tried to formulate a question, "I suppose I am most curious about your ability to restore things."

"Restore things? Oh, you mean when you destroyed my backyard, and I had to fix it?" She gave the medic a playful smirk. Ratchet had an embarrassed look on his face and attempted to avoid eye contact.

"Y~yes. And I apologize for my part in destroying your home." Ratchet wanted to grab his wrench and hit himself over the helm. Why was he stuttering?

Samantha waved her hand, "It's fine, let's just move past it. But to answer your question, that is the mending charm. It will fix broken objects or buildings, but the larger the structure, the harder it is for the spell to work."

"Do the ruins of the structure still need to be present?" Ratchet asked. The miracle of what he witnessed in Samantha's backyard, he could only imagine if she were able to do something like that on Cybertron.

"For the most part, yes. It only restores things to what it previously was."

"Bumblebee and Prowl informed me they showed you images of our planet. Could you theoretically fix buildings like that on Cybertron?"

Samantha shrugged with uncertainty, "In theory, yes." She thought back to the massive buildings and skyscrapers she saw from Bumblebee, "I guess if I was the size of a cybertronian, I could fix part of a building, but not an entire skyscraper. You would need at least 100 or maybe 200 wizards casting the spell simultaneously to fix something that big. That or the wizard would have to be extremely powerful. And I'm sorry, but I'm not that strong."

Ratchet's spark was beating fast, and euphoria was rushing through him, "But it is possible?"

"Yes, but it would require a great deal of power." Samantha was confused on why Ratchet seemed particularly interested in this spell.

And so, for the next few minutes, Samantha stood there talking to Ratchet as she attempted to further his education and understanding of magic. The Medic was enamored with the possibilities of magic, from levitation to potions and transfiguration.

(An Hour Later)

Ratchet was beaming with motivation. The possibilities with magic were endless in his processor. Before becoming a medic, he used to be an engineer and scientist. However, after the war started, he realized he'd instead help mechs than create weapons to harm them. Of all organic creatures in the universe, he never expected humans to perform spiritual acts by simply uttering strange words or waving a 'wand' as they call it. He was still mystified by her ability to transfigure inanimate objects into living creatures.

"Ratchet?" Samantha was looking up at him, "If you don't mind me asking, what did you do on Cybertron?" She was curious what the Autobots' lives were like before the war. She hasn't known them for long, but who wouldn't be curious about the average life of a cybertronian? Did they act like humans?

"You will have to be more specific, Samantha."

"Okay, what did you do before this whole war with the Decepticons? That's what they're called, right?"

"Hmmm…" Ratchet didn't usually talk about himself that much, "I was an engineer for Iacon."

"An engineer?"

"That is the only human word that closely explains what I did."

Samantha nodded, "I guess that makes sense." No doubt there would be words and phrases their kind used that wouldn't translate to English. "So what exactly did you do as an 'engineer'?"

Ratchet stopped and attempted to process an answer that was simple enough for the human femme, "I suppose if I were to simplify it for you. I designed weapons for a majority of my time in Iacon." Though that was only a pinprick to his other creations. Ratchet wasn't one to brag about his accomplishments, but he was a very notable mech in the sciences. That is if you don't count Shockwave.

Mikaela decided to join the conversation, "Ratchet, do you mind if I talk to Samantha… alone." Ratchet's gruff attitude didn't scare her.

The white and orange medic gave her a scrutinizing glare, "I still have many more questions I need to discuss with her."

Mikaela smirked, "Fine, I'll make it easier. Fuck off for about ten minutes."

Samantha's jaw nearly dropped, 'Since when was Mikaela so bold?' Even she wasn't brave enough to talk to Ratchet like that. Within the brief time of knowing Ratchet, she didn't want to be on the receiving end of his wrench. He used it whenever the twins started to bother him. Which was almost every hour.

Ratchet huff and walked away. Muttering angry words under his vocal processor. Why is it the one time he meets a femme who doesn't annoy him he has to leave?

Sam was staring at Mikaela with wide eyes, "Uh~Where did that come from?"

Mikaela turned to her, "What?"

"That! A day ago, you were afraid of the Autobots, and now you're telling one of them to fuck off?"

Mikaela understood Sam's confusion, "Ya, well, when you have to get up early on your day off, anyone would be a little pissy. Also, he needs to tone down on his questions. I mean, I have questions for you, but I'm not going to ask you every five seconds."

"Oh… well… thanks." Sam was actually tired of answering so many of their questions. But she did also understand why all the bots were so curious about her. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Mikaela sighed and looked a little annoyed, "I know I don't really know you all that well."

"Hardly at all, but go on," Sam interjected.

"Right. So, I am going to be going out with Trent and some of his friends. Would you be down to come with?"

Samantha looked at Mikaela as if she'd lost her mind, "You want me to hang out with you and Trent? You do know I loathe your boyfriend, right? Also, be both know he's just going to talk crap about me the entire time I'm with you guys." Samantha looked behind Mikaela, wondering if her mother was controlling the girl like a puppet.

"I'm just asking because, well… your one of the only girls who hates his guts as much as me."

"I'm sorry?" Samantha felt like a brick hit a plane glass window in her mind. "Aren't you dating him?"

Mikaela bit her tongue and looked around, making sure the Autobots weren't listening in. "I'm only dating him because he got my deadbeat Dad out of jail. I didn't have money for his parol, so Trent kinda stepped in."

"And he is blackmailing you into dating him?" They've had this conversation before, but she thought maybe Mikaela was joking.

Mikaela shrugged, "I wouldn't call it blackmail."

Samantha frowned, "What else could it be? Hold on~" She held up her hand, "How in the hell can he pay for your Dad's parol? His parents just bought him a new car, and we both know skateboarding and playing college football isn't a job."

"I think his uncle is rich or something. Y~you know what, forget I asked."

Samantha shook her head, "Okay, fine. I mean, I can see why you're asking. If you're gonna have to go through hell dating him, you want at least one person there so you can talk crap about him, right?" There were a few other girls in Trent's little posse, but they were stereotypical bitches.

Mikaela gave a sigh of relief, "Thanks, I just can't stand listening to him talk about his football scholarship." The worst part was when he tried to act like he understood cars. As a mechanic, Mikaela wanted to take her Dad's wielder and burn her ears off at times.

Getting up, Samantha walked off and groaned, "Ugh~why did I agree?"

"Are you well, Samantha?" Optimus behind her.

'Where did he come from?' For someone so big, Samantha was surprised he didn't cause the ground to shake. "Optimus, uh, yes. Everything is fine."

The Prime didn't look convinced. "I sense doubt in your vocal processor." However, Optimus already knew why Samantha was upset. As a Prime, his sensors were vastly superior to his fellow Autobots, including his audio receptors.

"I just agreed to something I'm not particularly happy about. It's nothing you need to worry about." Sam had to tilt her head back pretty far to look up at Optimus. He was very tall. "I'm sorry about earlier. I guess I overstepped a line when I touched Sideswipe's spark."

A low growl erupted from Optimus' throat. Her scent made his nose burn in delight, and his spark was quivering with jealousy. It was strange for Optimus to feel such… emotion. Especially something like jealousy. "You have nothing to apologize for. It is Sideswipe's mistake for allowing you to touch his spark. We do not know what effects our sparks could have on humans if touched directly." Though from Sideswipe's expression, the mech clearly relished the feeling.

"If it means anything, as a witch, my skin is slightly more durable than regular muggles." Optimus tilted his head, now curious about what she was saying. "My morphology is different from muggles because I can use magic. Most muggle sicknesses I'm immune to. And I age slower."

Optimus kneeled down to get closer to the femme. Her scent was making it hard for him to focus, "How much slower do you age?"

"Most muggles live into their 80s or 90s. And they're lucky if they live past 100. Wizards can live far longer. Before my great-grandfather died, he was almost 458. Maybe a little older."

Optimus was surprised to hear this. He was millions of years old by the human's measurement of time. But were he to compare a human's life to a cybertronian's life cycle, Samantha would be able to live for billions if not trillions of years past him. "For a human, that is quite an accomplishment."

"I think the only accomplishment I can say humans and wizards could be proud of is the philosopher's stone. And I didn't even create it." It was hard for Samantha to compare their races.

"And what is this philosopher stone you speak of?" If Samantha says it is a human accomplishment, then he was undoubtedly curious as to what it was.

Samantha took a step closer to Optimus. His face was right in front of her. 'Is it wrong for a robot to look so handsome?' Not to mention his incredible voice. "The philosopher stone is a legendary alchemical substance with astonishing powers. This is what I remember about it. It can transfigure any metal into pure gold and is used to create the elixir of life. It's a potion that makes you immortal, so long as you keep drinking it."

Optimus' optics widened at the mention of immortality. Not even cybertronians could perfect something like that, "This stone must be powerful to grant organics immortality." There were certain ways a cybertronian could extend their life, but all sparks will eventually be snuffed out.

"It's a potion, Optimus. It would work for you too." Samantha forced herself to look away from Optimus. A robust scent escaped Optimus that even Samantha was able to smell. 'W~what the hell is that!?' She bit her tongue as her heart started to beat faster, 'Where is that scent coming from?' It was intense but somehow soothed her nerves. "Anyways, there is only one stone in existence, and only its creator, Nicolas Flamel, has it."

Optimus nodded, "If immortality is possible, then it would be wise that something of that nature is kept from ill intentions." Prime's spark was beating faster as the femme's scent overwhelmed him. It has been eons since he felt such pleasure… he almost felt like a regular mech. To hear from Samantha the accomplishments of humans when it came to magic fueled his curiosity.

Samantha smirked, Optimus had a sense of great wisdom in his voice, or may that was just how he came off, "Well, there are other alternatives to live forever, but they require the use of the dark arts." Her tomb, Secrets of the Darkest Arts, holds the only information on creating a horcrux. Just the very idea of ripping your own soul apart made her nauseous.

"And what alternatives are there through these… dark arts?" Optimus asked.

She shook her head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say. It's best if you don't know. There are certain spells and practices that are better left unspoken." While she holds a deep fascination for the dark arts, Samantha recognizes the dangers of telling someone about certain practices. 'He probably wouldn't even be able to understand most of the spells in that book.' Samantha was overly cautious with the book. Being only one of a kind, it would be chaos if the book fell into the wrong hands.

Optimus studied Samantha, "These dark arts you speak of what exactly is it?" She mentioned briefly when they first met that she studied dark artifacts for her job. But he didn't fully understand what that meant.

Samantha glanced behind Optimus. It was only the two of them, "The dark arts is magic that is used for ill intentions or is meant to cause great harm to someone. Sometimes the dark arts can be cast directly from a wizard, or an object can be cursed to hold the spell inside of it."

"Yes, you have mentioned this with the case containing the glasses." Optimus briefly glanced over to the cauldron, "What would happen to a femme or mech should we be assaulted with these dark arts?"

Samantha shrugged, "I guess it just depends on the spell. Uh~Oh! This might give you an idea. In our world, there are three unforgivable curses. The reason they are called that is that to cast a single one is considered to be, as the name entails, unforgivable." Optimus was listening attentively, "The first is the imperius curse which is used to control other people. Second is the cruciatus curse, and it's used to torture people."

Optimus frowned at the mention of torture. He believed it to be immoral for a mech or femme to torture another. Not to say it did not happen during the war on Cybertron, "How exactly does the spell torture a mech?"

"I… don't know. Nobody has ever been able to explain the level of pain to something we could understand. The spell causes deep pain to not only your body but the mind and soul. I've never been at the receiving end of it, thank God, but some witches and wizards have lost their minds because of how painful it is." Samantha shivered at the idea of experiencing the curse.

Optimus placed his hand on the ground, signaling for the femme to step on it. Samantha cautiously stepped into his hand, and he lifted her towards his face to better continue the conversation, "Forgive me if this conversation makes you uncomfortable."

Sam shook her head, "No, not at all. The last spell is the killing curse. As its name says, it… well… kills you. Instantaneously." Samantha could tell Optimus was curious about the curse, "The reason the spell is so dangerous, besides killing you obviously, is that if it hits you anywhere, you'll die." She snapped her finger, "That's it, lights out. You can likely survive a gunshot wound or an explosion, but not this."

"These curses sound very unpleasant. I was unaware that organic beings could create something of this nature." Optimus brought Samantha close to his face. She was a rather beautiful femme. "Would such spells work on us Autobots?"

Samantha motions her hand back and forth, "It depends. You're very large and made of metal, so it would take a great amount of energy to cast one of those spells on you and for it to work. Now, it's not impossible." She sat down in his hand and rubbed the metal of his palm, unaware that it was causing Optimus to shake, "Then again. You're made of metal, so it will likely just bounce off you." Sam was surprised by how warm Optimus's hand was. Being this close to the gentle giant made her feel funny. "I hope you liked that little lecture on the three unforgivable curses."

Optimus was seemingly lost in a daze as he stared at Samantha; her scent was causing his processor to overload. "I am grateful for being open with me." It was rare for Optimus to meet a femme so open to sharing information like this with him. "I understand that to reveal all of what you have told us is not permitted by your kind, but I stand by what I said before." Initially, the plan was to get the allspark and then return to Cybertron; however, he would be a fool to let a femme with such peculiar abilities slip through his servos. 'Ratchet will likely assault me with his wrench should we leave without further understanding this femme.' Samantha was still touching his palm, and her fingers happened to brush a few wires.

Samantha leaned closely to look at the space between Optimus's hand and his index finger, "Hey, Optimus, you have a few broken wires." She glanced at him, "Do you mind?" She presented her wand and pointed to his hand.

Optimus wasn't entirely sure what to expect but nodded. When her magic fixed the wires in his hand, he bit his glossa as a wave of energy passed over his entire protoform. 'Is this magic?' His optics slowly rolled back and turned white as his mask covered his mouth. Behind his interface plate, his spike started to pressurize. There was a time in his past that Optimus had wanted to interface but never had his spike throbbed with such splendor and pain. Not even Elita-One could get him to where he was currently. Optimus' processor worked against him and imagined the femme in his palm as a cybertronian… with her complexion; he could tell this was a beautiful femme. At least he thought so. He could see her easily being a tiny femme. Optimus had only ever told Ironhide, but he did have a particular interest in smaller femme.

Samantha put her wand away, 'I can't believe I'm in a giant robot's hand.' She glanced at Optimus and saw his mask was down and his optics were white. Was he lost in thought? Taking this brief moment, she looked over Optimus's entire form, 'W~what's happening to me?' Her heart started to beat faster, and there was something oddly appealing about Optimus. Sam looked away and saw Prowl and Jazz talking in the distance. This only seemed to worsen the feeling coursing through her. 'A~am… am I attracted to a bunch of robots?' Slowly, Samantha's cheeks started to burn, 'No, my libido is just high. Right?' Looking at the other end of the junkyard, she saw Ironhide return. When he transformed, he began flexing his joints. He had mud and dirt between his servos. Sam covered her mouth as shame filled her to the core, 'Did I just check out Ironhide? What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not even the same species as them. Hell! I've only known them for about two days, not even.'

Optimus started to drift back to consciousness, only when he realized his free servo had been reaching to uncouple his interface panel. The Prime shook his head, 'My processor must be fragmented.' He could only imagine the look of horror on the femme's face if she saw his spike. Never had he lost so much control over his processor. Looking at Samantha, he noticed her cheeks were red, "Are you unwell, Samantha? I detect an increase in blood flow and heart rate?" He hoped she wasn't suffering from a heart attack, as described in his search for human illnesses.

"I'm fine." Samantha did her best to calm herself down, "I need to go check on the potion. I~I'll be over there." She stuttered and avoided looking at him. Snapping her fingers, she disappeared from Optimus's hand.

Optimus looked at his hand and around him. What happened to Samantha? She was right in his hand. There was a loud cracking sound over by the cauldron, and Samanth was standing beside it. Sideswipe, who was not far from the cauldron, nearly fell to the ground, "Whoa! Where the scrap did you come from!?" Samantha just appeared seemingly out of thin air.

The black-haired witch briefly checked the color of the potion before turning to Sideswipe; Optimus was also walking over for an explanation. "I apparated." She said as if it were obvious.

"Appa~what?" Sideswipe kneeled down. "Are you telling me you can just teleport? Why didn't you fragging tell me!?" He was already thinking of a perfect prank to pull on Ratchet. By now, all the mechs were seeing what the commotion was about.

"What are you going on about, Sideswipe?" Ratchet asked, clearly irritated by the obnoxious mech. 'Why can't we go one solar cycle without there being a problem?'

"This little femme can teleport and never even said anything."

Samantha chuckled at Sideswipe's reaction, "It's not that big of a deal. And it's called apparating."

Mikaela's jaw dropped ever so slightly, "Wait, you can really teleport?"

"Apparition." She repeated the word, "It's a form of teleportation."

Optimus spoke, "A form? You mean to say there are other means for which to move matter through time and space?" There were space bridges, but most were destroyed on Cybertron.

"There are a lot of different ways to teleport with magic. Apparition is just using my own magic to teleport where I want. It's dangerous if done incorrectly, but it gets the job done."

Ratchet was starting to become excited again, "And what other ways can you teleport? Would you be willing to demonstrate for me? Purely for research, of course."

Ironhide elbowed Ratchet, "Quit bothering the femme with your fragging tests." Did Ratchet ever take a break?

Samantha looked at Ironhide and smiled, 'I think he's probably the only person here who hasn't hammered me with questions. And Sunstreaker.' The yellow mech was a few feet away, frowning as usual. 'He's still better than Trent.'

After answering most of their questions, the Autobots were utterly fascinated with all the different forms of magical transportation Samantha talked about. Porkeys, floo powder, broomsticks, and, though a bit uncommon in the US, the knight bus. With that said and done, Samantha focused on the potion. 'I hope I don't mess this up.' She waved her hand, and the potion parted slightly to reveal the case holding the glasses. It was undamaged. 'Great, just another 28 days, and then I can take you out.' It bothered Samantha to no end that her great-grandfather's glasses put her into this predicament. As she placed the lid onto the cauldron, she glanced over at the Autobots who were discussing their next plan of action in case the Decepticons arrive, 'Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought.'

Mikaela, who was briefly admiring a classic car that somehow ended up in the junkyard, noticed Samantha staring at the Autobots. She looked at the bots and smirked, she may not act smart, but she knew the look Samantha was giving them.

(Five Hours Later)

Samantha and Mikaela were inside her father's auto shop. Sam looked at all the tools and car parts lying around, "I feel so stupid being here."

Mikaela was busy fixing a motorcycle, wearing a revealing tank top, "Now you know how I felt when I saw your place." She wiped her hands onto a white cloth, "Can you hand me the brake caliper next to you."

Sam slowly looked down at the cluttered desk behind her, "Uh~the what?" She didn't know anything about cars. She grabbed a silver-looking disk, "Is this what you wanted."

Mikaela looked up and laughed, "No, but you were close. The hunk of metal next to it." Samantha handed her the proper part, "Sorry, I just assume people know what parts I'm talking about when I'm here. Sparkplug." Mikaela laughed when she saw the annoyed look on Sam's face. "I couldn't help it." She didn't even need it. But teasing Sam was kinda fun.

Samantha gave a dry laugh, "Keep it up, and I might tell Trent how obsessed you are with him." It was now her turn to laugh at Mikaela's reaction.

"That's just cold." Despite all the shady jokes between the two of them, Mikaela was surprised with how well she got along with Sam. "Hey, thanks again for coming to help with Trent. I asked him to hand me a wrench, and he gave me a screwdriver. Said it was better for what I was doing."

Sam rolled her eyes, "I know he's dumb, but please tell me you're joking."

"God, I wish."

"I think your boyfriend might have suffered one too many brain injuries while playing football." Sam giggled at the idea of handing him a pop-up book. 'That might be a bit too advanced for him.' Samantha looked out the window of the shop and saw Bumblebee parked next to a Honda.

"So you wanna tell me what that was at the junkyard." Mikaela stood up and leaned against the motorcycle. She was grinning with mischief.

"What do you mean?" She was unsettled by that grin. 'Did she see me when I was in Optimus's hand?'

"Oh, don't act innocent. I saw the way you were looking at those guys." Mikaela was giving Samantha a rotten smile when she saw the witch blush. 'I'm not letting this go.'

Samantha looked out the window, praying Bumblebee couldn't hear them. She quickly snapped her finger, and a light escaped her finger. The walls shook as all sound inside the shop was blocked from the outside world. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said with confidence.

"Oh, come on! You were totally checking them out."

Sam's face turned redder, "I was not! They're not even the same species as me."

Mikaela continued to smile, "I just said you were checking them out. I never said anything about dating."

Sam threw her head back and groaned, "Ugh! Okay, fine, you caught me. I was checking them out. Are you happy?"

She raised her hands in defense, "Hey, I'm not judging. I mean, honestly, I'm surprised you even had the hots for guys."

Samantha fell deeper into embarrassment by the second, "I don't have the hots for them. I was~ wait… what do you mean 'for guys.'"

"Don't take this personally, but kinda thought you were a lesbian."

"I'm not a lesbian!" Sam was completely flustered, "W~why would you think that?" She didn't have a problem with lesbians. She was just surprised Mikaela thought she was one.

Mikaela raised a brow, "Really? You never really seemed interested in guys." From all the encounters she saw between Samantha and Trent, she thought Sam detested men.

"I like men, thank you very much." Samantha was praying for a bolt of lighting to strike her down. Anything to end this embarrassment, "I just never… you know… dating muggles isn't something I'm allowed to do."

"What do you mean?" Mikaela asked.

"I mean, I can date muggles; it's just overly complicated. Looking, dating muggles is hard because if you grow attached, you have to juggle telling them about magic or keeping it hidden. Sure I've checked some guys out, but I never dated because I don't want to get attached."

Mikaela slowly started to realize she was brushing against a sensitive subject, "You're afraid to tell some guy you're a witch because you think he might leave you?" Was the conclusion she had jumped to.

Samantha nodded, "It happens more often than you think. I've heard a lot of stories of muggles running away scared when a witch or wizards tells them about magic."

Mikaela gave her a sympathetic look. She'd dated quite a few boys before Trent, but clearly, Samantha was being forced to miss out on it. "I'm guessing there aren't a lot of wizards in Tranquility?"

"A few but none of them have caught my interest. Besides, most of them are pretty old." Tranquility was the type of city where older wizards go to retire. A calm suburban life with a few attractions.

Mikaela leaned back to look outside the shop. She wanted to make sure she wasn't too loud, "I'm just surprised you have the hots for a bunch of robots."

"I don't have the hots for them!" Samantha's face was beet red from embarrassment.

Mikaela rolled her eyes while smirking, "Mhm, sure." Sam could tell her no all day long, but it was painfully clear she was interested in those bots. "So is it Optimus? I mean, what with that voice of his, you've blushing non-stop." Samantha was covering her face, snow was falling above her head, "Or maybe Bumblebee. Are you a damsel who likes a big mechanical guy to watch over her?"

Snow started to fall harder over Samantha, "Please stop."

"You've been talking a whole lot to Ratchet too." The cogs wheels were turning in her head, "You've got the hots for all of them, don't you?"

"Shut up!" Mikaela clutched her side as she laughed at her embarrassment. Sam was covered in a light layer of snow. 'She's worse than Mom.' Samantha feared Mikaela and her Mom meeting. They'd be teasing her all day about men.

"Alright, I'm done. Sorry." Mikaela stood back up, "I'm not gonna say anything. But uh~if something does happen-"

Samantha gave her an insidious glare, "What?"

"You mind sharing all the juice details?"

She briskly looked away, "Shut up, Mikaela."

The conversation between the two women quickly came to an end when a familiar young man walked into the shop, "Babe, c'mon, the movie starts in a half-hour." Trent nodded his head towards his truck parked in front of the shop. Trent looked over and saw Samantha, "What are you doing here, Witwacky?"

"It's Witwicky," Samantha said through her teeth.

Mikaela quickly moved between them, "I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd bring Samantha with us. You won't mind an extra person, right, Babe?" They were supposed to be going to a drive-in theater with some friends.

Trent was watching his tongue because Mikaela was right there, "Ya, fine. But she's payin' for her own ticket." He looked over at Samantha, "No way am I letting her in my truck!"

Mikaela gave Trent a glare, "Why not?" Usually, when she was around, he wasn't as rude. She knew he didn't treat Samantha with respect.

Trent leaned down and whispered, though Samantha could hear him perfectly, "She's covered in dandruff. I don't want that in my truck because she doesn't know how to bathe."

Samantha looked at her hair, 'Dandruff?' It was the snow she involuntarily conjured from the ceiling, "It's snow." She said without thinking but quickly bit her tongue. 'Why would I say that!? It hasn't snowed in Tranquility in three years.' And there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "F~fake snow. Mikaela was helping me fix my Dad's snow machine."

Trent bought into the lie but still sneered at the idea of having her in his truck, "Fine, but you're riding bitch." Mikaela elbowed his side and gave him a furious glare, "Backseat. She knows what I meant, right, Witwicky?" He forced himself to say her name correctly.

Samantha felt mentally exhausted, 'What have I agreed to?' As she left the shop with Mikaela and Trent, she noticed Bumblebee, "I need to grab something from my car. I'll be right back." Trent audibly groaned. Why did his girlfriend invite her? Rushing over to Bumblebee, she pretended to get something out of him.

Bumblebee was frowning as he watched the human male a few feet away, he wreaked. And his scent was musking Samantha's, "Where are we going?"

"I'm sorry I completely forgot to tell you. I agree with Mikaela that I'd hang out with her this evening."

"Oh." Bumblebee had a gnawing feeling in the back of his processor, "Who's that guy?"

Samantha looked over, "Trent." She said with disdain, "He makes Sunstreaker seem like Mother Teressa."

Bumblebee didn't know who Mother Teressa was, "Well, hop in, and I'll take you away from the fraghead if you want." He studied Trent's truck and scoffed, 'Like I'd let my femme ride around in a hunk of scrap like that.'

"Pfff~tempting, but I promised Mikaela I'd join her. And if I was in her position, I wouldn't want to be alone with Trent either." Even if he was still with his friends.

Bumblebee gave a confused clicking sound, "But isn't that her sparkmate?"

Samantha tilted her head, "I don't know what a sparkmate is. If you mean her boyfriend, yes. Husband, no. I'm sorry I don't have a lot of time, and I don't want to keep them waiting. I'm riding with them, and I just wanted to give you a heads up before we left." She knew he was going to follow them even if she said not to.

"Witwacky, hurry up!" Trent shouted and started honking his horn.

Bumblebee growled at the insulting twist on Samantha's name, 'What the frag did you call her!?' Already Bee didn't like this human male. His scent made him gag; he's keeping his charge away from him and then has the nerve to call her Witwacky. Even he knew that was on purpose.

"Ya~ya, I'm coming!" She shouted back. "You have no idea how badly I want to jump in you and drive away. Wish me luck."

Samantha didn't know it, but her comment made Bumblebee's spark pulse. Having her in his alt-form made his processor go wild. She was cute, easy to tease, and primus getting a giggle out of her made his circus burn. The strangest part was he didn't know why this was happening. Bumblebee had met countless femme back on Cybertron before the war, but none ever made him feel like this. Samantha was a little strange, but he just got along with her so well despite knowing each other for a small amount of time. Tilling his mirror, Bumblebee chuckled at Samantha's reaction as she went to Trent's truck, 'She looks kinda cute being mad.'

(Timeskip)

Samantha sat in silence as Trent and his friends listened to some terrible music. 'What the hell kind of song is this?' It mainly was screaming and a lot of swearing. She looked out the window as they drove well past the speed limit, 'I wonder if I roll out now if force would be enough to kill me.' There were eight people in the car, including Mikaela and her. 'They are so loud!'

Next to Samantha were two other girls, Britney and Cortney. "Who invited Witwarty?"

Sam's eye twitched, 'Okay, now they're not even trying with their insults.' She looked at the fake blond next to her, "You're mascara is smeared."

"What!?"

Samantha rolled her eyes as the girl next to her started sobbing about her ruined make-up, 'Oh for~it's just make-up! Shut up!' Thankfully the blond next to her stopped her ridiculous sobbing when they pulled into the drive-in theater.

Getting out of the truck, Samantha jumped when Trent slammed her door shut, "Alright, listen well, Witwacky." His voice was low so as to not alarm Mikaela, "You get your ticket, and I don't hear a damn word from you for the rest of the night, got it? Don't touch my truck, and so help me if you start any shit tonight, I'm gonna sock you in the face."

Samantha gave Trent a deadly glare that rivaled her mothers, "Fine. And let me make this clear to you. I'm not some damn little girl you can pick on. So keep it up, pretty boy, and I'll make sure you're pissing blood tomorrow." She has dealt with enough nonsense in her life that she wasn't intimidated by Trent. She had both her mother and father's rage.

"Everything alright over here?" Mikaela asked as she walked around the hood of the car.

Trent looked like he was gonna blow a gasket, "Ya, we're good. Witwicky here said she'll buy some popcorn and drinks. Right, Witwicky."

Samantha scoffed, "Uh, no. What the hell do I look like, an ATM? Buy your own food." With that, she brushed past him and went to go buy her ticket. 'What a dick. Mikaela, you owe me so much for this.'

(Meanwhile)

Soundwave was following Samantha from a distance. The virus he implanted on her phone gave him her exact location, which led him to this drive-in theater, as the humans call it. Parked next to him was a massive purple truck, which resembled a tank more than a truck.

Shockwave scoffed at his current predicament, "How can a species of smelly organics reproduce at such an exponential rate?" He said openly through the comm-link. "Where is this organic-based femme you had mentioned? My time is better spent elsewhere than … whatever the humans call this place." Shockwave did not care for humans. Why should he? They were loud and smelly and lacked any dedication to the field of science or progress. At least most of them. Organics weren't entirely useless, as they produced chemicals and biological material that isn't easy to come by for his experiments.

Soundwave said nothing as he sent an image of the human they were looking for to Shockwave. The telecommunications officer made it clear to Shockwave that no harm was to befall the human… she was his. The only reason Shockwave was here, to begin with, was because he needed someone who wasn't entirely incompetent. "Human located."

Shockwave scanned the humans littering the expansive parking lot and saw the female. Switching to a different scanner, the Decepticon hummed, 'Interesting.' The heat signature from her was higher than the humans around her. "May we please extract the information from her mind? Our Lord Megatron would not like to hear how we were waiting to take a human."

Surprisingly, Soundwave growled through the comm-link, which was very curious, "Extraction of the femme: not recommended. Autobots in the vicinity."

"The Autobots are of little concern, but if you are certain this femme will lead us to the Allspark, then I will oblige." The Allspark was very powerful and contained incomprehensible knowledge. If this femme knew of its location, then even he would keep himself in check, for now.

Samantha paid for her ticket, "Thank you." As she turned around, she saw a familiar car parked next to one of the meters. 'Isn't that Soundwave's car?' The guy was super strange, 'What the hell is that?' Next to the blue and white car was a massive purple truck. "Is that a tank? What kind of truck is that?" Samantha was undoubtedly curious about what type of truck it was but wasn't about to head over there. Weaving her way through the crowd blocking the parking lot, she stopped a few feet from Trent's truck. Trent and Mikaela were sitting on the hood of the car while his friends were in the back. 'So all of his friends have a seat, and I'm not allowed to touch his truck? Wonderful.'

Trent briefly glanced at her, and his expression told her to go away.

Samantha looked around, 'Where am I going to sit?' She wasn't going to sit on the ground. It was freezing. Soon enough, the movie started, and people were cheering. "What movie are we even watching." She pulled out her ticket, "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street?" The name sounded very familiar, 'Isn't this a horror movie? Ugh~Mom is right, I need to get out more.'

(20 Minutes Later)

Samantha was sitting on a bench watching the movie, "Merlin, it's cold out." She blew hot air into her hands, "At least the movie isn't bad." So far, there hasn't been anything scary. 'Did Bumblebee follow us?' Sitting up, she scanned the lot, 'I don't see him.' She got up and passed a few cars. Sam nearly jumped out of her skin when she bumped into a massive chest, "I'm sorry." She took a step back, and her eyes widened. The man she bumped into was giant. He wore a dark purple jacket that looked to be padded, and he wore a strange-looking visor. 'What's with these visors? Are they like a trend?'

Shockwave was using his holoform and inwardly chuckled. What were the chances the human he was supposed to be spying on would accidentally bump into him? "And who might you be?" He leaned down to examine the femme.

Sam was startled by the man's voice. It was not what she was expecting. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you." The man reached forwards and started tilting her head, "What are you doing?" She quickly jumped away.

Shockwave was doing an analysis in his alt-form, "Hm~facial structure holds a 98% symmetry. Fascinating." It was rare for an organic to have such equal symmetry on both halves of their face. The Decepticon took a step forward. The human only reached up to the lower part of his chest, "Very strange indeed." Shockwave leaned forward and sniffed the femme. Immediately, he stepped back and covered his nose. He was going to continue his analysis by moving onto scent, but he was unprepared for… whatever this was. 'What scent is this?' Shockwave deleted his emotions long ago, so he could not process the reason his altform was trembling. 'Minor glitching within my processor, no doubt.'

When Shockwave took a step to the side, Samantha's back ended up bumping into the grill of the strange-looking truck. "I have to go."

Shockwave's holoform and alt-form went into stasis lock as the femme pressed against his grill. He was blind-sided by the fragrance the human femme produced. Opening his intake valves, Shockwave realized his energon levels were peaking. 'Is this a defensive mechanism? Likely not.' The Decepticon stopped entirely when the impossible happened. 'A most peculiar scent indeed.' Even though he was in his alt-form, Shockwave felt his spike harden for the first time in millennia. His processor overclocked as he tried to comprehend what was happening. A scent, especially that of a human, should not be able to make a mech's spike pressurize. Already he was forming theories as to why this was happening. The only logical explanation was his processor was fragmented, or the human possessed some defensive fragrance.

Sam was unsettled by the man in front of her, 'Okay, Trent doesn't scare me, but this guy is just weird.' She couldn't tell if he was wearing a lot of layers, but he was unnaturally buff-looking. Though what intimidated her was she couldn't see his face. He had on a dark purple mask that covered his entire jaw, and his eyes were covered with a strange visor, making it look as though he only had a single golden eye. The only part of his head that wasn't covered was his hair. "I have to go."

The Decepticon put aside his rise in lust. He was a strong-willed mech and wasn't naturally susceptible to an aphrodisiac-type scent. When Samantha attempted to walk away, he put his massive arm out, blocking her path, "Nonsense. Now would you be as kind as to give me a lock of your hair for analysis?"

"What!?" She ran her fingers through her hair protectively, "Absolutely not, freak."

Shockwave tilted his head in confusion, "Oh, yes… human customs. May I please have your hair?" He opened his hand, expecting to get what he wanted. He didn't usually ask for someone's permission, so he failed to see how he was in the wrong. If he had it his way, he'd be experimenting on her right now.

Samantha was thankfully saved from this enormous man when an arm came between them and started pushing Shockwave back. Soundwave was growling and started to speak in a series of clicks that she couldn't understand. "Soundwave?" She looked to her left and remembered his car was right next to the beast of a truck she was forced against. 'Wait, where have I heard that sound before?'

"You failed to mention this femme's scent to me," Shockwave responded as Soundwave shook in anger. He wasn't supposed to approach the femme. But more importantly, he did not want Shockwave's scent over his femme. Shockwave sighed as he got an earful from Soundwave, "Emotions… so unnecessary." He said aloud to himself. If only all mechs and femme were like him, would the universe progress. 'And here I believed he lacked any form of emotion like me.'

Soundwave turned around to look at Samantha, "Apologies. Shockwave: Lack of boundaries." He spoke in cut sentences.

Samantha didn't understand what was happening. Everything was happening so fast, "Uh~who?" She looked at the man who wanted her hair, "Wait, do you know him?" Soundwave said nothing but nodded. Leaning back, she studied the two men before her. They looked similar, "Is he your brother?" If so, that would explain the weird behavior. Soundwave was definitely strange on his own.

Shockwave scoffed, 'What an illogical conclusion.'

Soundwave elbowed the taller mech and growled, "Shockwave and Soundwave… brothers." It was hard for him to say that. They did not share similar sparks in the slightest.

Samantha sighed a breath of relief, "Well, that explains a lot."

Shockwave crossed his arms, "Yes, my brother." His voice leaked sarcasm, "Now may you stop doodling and give me your hair?"

"No!" What was with this guy? "Do you know how weird you sound asking that? How would you feel if I asked for your hair?"

Shockwave tilted his head and thought about her response, "I suppose that is a fair rebuttal." If a mech or femme attempted to take a sample of his CNA, he would likely kill them. Samantha's back was still pressed against his grill, and slowly, he started to become dizzy. Strange waves of energy were washing over his protoform. It was similar to what he feels when making a scientific discovery, only… different. Samantha, Shockwave, and Soundwave jumped when the people around them screamed because of the film. The three of them looked at the screen, and each reacted differently to the sight of a man's throat being slit open.

Samantha held her throat and gagged, 'I did not need to see that.' She froze when a hand started patting her on the head. Soundwave gave the femme a light pat on the head. This was how he comforted Rumble and Frenzy when they were scared of something.

"Uh… thanks. I'm fine." Was he trying to comfort her? 'I've seen worse with spells. I was just surprised, is all.' Soundwave stopped, and from behind his mask, she could swear she saw the slightest smile indent itself into his mask before disappearing.

Meanwhile, Shockwave was staring at the screen with complete fascination. 'Hmm… simple but effective. Humans certainly are strange.' He was fascinated to see how differently the humans around him reacted. Most were gaging or grossed out by the images on the screen; however, a select few were laughing. 'I fail to see the humor in this.' Then again, he did not understand humor anymore.

With everyone calming down, Samantha jumped when a hand violently grabbed her arm, "Where the hell have you been, Witwacky? My girl has been bitching down my neck for ten minutes because of your dumbass." Trent was glaring at her.

Shockwave turned around to see what all the commotion was about. He stepped past a shaking Soundwave and grabbed Trent by the back of the neck with his massive hand, "It would be logical for you to leave before I sever your T9 vertebrae from your body." He did have some knowledge of human biology.

Trent started struggling to get out of Shockwave's grip, "Who the fuck do you think you are!?" He punched Shockwave in the jaw, but he was unfazed in the slightest.

Samantha looked around and noticed people were starting to watch. Soundwave grabbed her arm and gently placed her between Shockwave and his alt-form. "Hey, Shockwave~"

The mech looked towards the femme and saw her pointing behind him, 'Must I get involved with such a primitive fight?' All he wanted was some of the femme's DNA. He turned to look at whatever the femme was pointing at, and a fist collided with his face.

Trent's friend, who saw what was happening, pulled his hand back and started shouting in pain. "Ah! What the fuck!? Is your skull made of metal!?"

Shockwave's visor had a crack in it, "Yes, but not in this form." He responded with zero emotion. What happened next truly made Samantha look away in horror. With little effort on his part, Shockwave grabbed Trent and his friend by the back of their heads and started slamming them into the purple truck's hood. Soundwave was smiling at the sight of the humans suffering.

However, Samantha was growing more fearful by the seconds, "Okay, I think that's enough, Shockwave!" Trent and his friend's faces were pouring blood and unconscious. Shockwave continued to slam them into his alt-form. He's had far worse liquids on his armor than blood. "Alright! That's enough you're gonna kill them!" She didn't like Trent, but even this was cruel. When Shockwave didn't stop, she reached into her sleeve and grabbed her wand. Keeping her arm low, she flourished her wand, and an invisible wave knocked Shockwave off his feet. Trent and his friend fell to the ground in pools of their own blood.

The massive mech landed on his back and gasped as this peculiar energy traveled over his holoform. Despite his lack of emotions, he still possessed the ability to feel. 'What is the name of the Allspark is this? I have never felt so… euphoric.' His holoform felt nothing but unparalleled pleasure. Not even the rush of scientific discovery amounted to this. 'What has this femme done to my holoform?' He saw from the corner of his optic her waving a stick. And according to his sensors, the source of the blast wave originated from her.

(15 Minutes Later)

The movie had since been stopped because of the fight, and an ambulance had been called. Samantha watched as Trent and his friend were strapped into gurneys and carried into an ambulance. 'He's not going to be able to eat or talk for a month without it hurting.'

Mikaela, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, was now standing next to Sam, "That was intense. Man, I hope he's in a coma."

"Seriously!?" Samantha looked at her, "Your boyfriend just got his face smashed into a car, and you hope he's in a coma?"

"Uh~ya… He's an asshole." Mikaela raised a brow, "I thought you'd be happy? I know I am." Despite her innocent act, she hated Trent with a fiery passion.

"Sure, but I don't want to see him die." Samantha looked back and noticed Soundwave and Shockwave standing by their cars… they were just staring at her. "I'll be right back." Taking a deep breath, she approached the two men who kept causing trouble around her. 'First Soundwave beats up Trent and now his strange brother?' She stopped just in front of them, "You really shouldn't have done that."

Shockwave tilted his head, "I do not have time for silly games with hormonal teenage humans."

Samantha raised a brow, 'He says that like he isn't one.' Sighing, "I know he was in the wrong, and I appreciate that you stepped in when you didn't have to, but that was taking it too far."

Soundwave was shaking, "The human must be taught a lesson." He finally spoke a complete sentence, but his voice still sounded strange.

"I don't know who the two of you are. But I'd like it if you didn't keep attacking Trent and his friends every time we meet." She slowly looked up at Shockwave, "But thank you." Despite Trent going to the hospital, it was a relief that she didn't have to handle Trent for once.

Shockwave silently stared at the human female, 'And here I thought humans lacked manners.'

Samantha gave an exhausted slouch and sighed, "I'm not going to ask, but… ugh… here~" She reached up and plucked a single strand of her hair out. "I don't know why you want my hair, but consider this my thanks in its entirety."

Shockwave greedily took her strand of hair and was delighted to see a follicle was still intact. 'What trove of scientific discoveries will I find within your DNA?' The Decepticon scientist slowly nodded his head, "This will suffice." It was his version of saying thank you. Shockwave promptly turned and stepped into his vehicle. Strangely, he hadn't driven off like Samantha or Soundwave expected.

Samantha slowly turned to Soundwave. She didn't know what to say to him. 'This is so awkward. I barely know him. What do I say?'

It was Soundwave who made the first move and took a step forward. "Soundwave… would like to meet again." The femme's scent was making his spark tremble and burn. He didn't care that she wasn't cybertronian. Never had his spark felt like this. He wanted to truly get to know this human.

Samantha felt her heart pick up speed. 'He wants to meet again?' She wouldn't deny she thought he looked rather handsome without his mask on. Even though she only saw his face once. 'D~damn it, why am I feeling this burning in my chest?' She inhaled and locked up, 'What's that scent?' There were two distinctive smells that she couldn't make out. They were very potent and made her body burn with need. It was similar to when she was around Optimus and the other Autobots. The two scents were entirely different but still smelled incredible in their own perfect ways. Samantha nodded slowly, deciding to take this blind leap, "Sure, why not. I guess if we're going to bump into each other again, it won't be in weird places."

A silent growl erupted from Soundwave's vocal processor. His alt-form was shaking. 'Samantha Witwicky is mine.' His yellow optics turned white as his spike pressurized. It was unbearably painful for the mech as his alt-form trembled.

"Where would you like to meet?" Soundwave stared blankly at her. "Alright… how about the lake we met at?" He was probably new to town and didn't know a lot of places. Besides, she liked visiting the lake. At least when it wasn't overpopulated with drunk college students. Soundwave nodded silently. "Great. Does this weekend work for you?" It was Wednesday.

"Soundwave is available whenever femme needs me."

"Uh… okay. I don't think I'll need you for anything but thanks." Samantha pulled out her phone to look at the time, "I'd better start heading home. I guess I'll see you this weekend." Just as she turned around, Soundwave quickly grabbed her arm. "Yes?"

"Does femme require assistance to ride home?" Soundwave asked with his unusual voice.

Samantha shook her head, "No, I have a ride home." She briefly glanced around, 'Somewhere.' Bumblebee was following them when they arrived. Soundwave made a strange sound from the back of his throat, 'Is he growling?'

Not wanting to overstep his boundaries, Soundwave promptly let go of her. "Should femme require assistance, I am available."

"Yes, you said that already." With that, Samantha went back to Mikaela, who had a mischievous smirk on her face.

"You took your time. Do you know him?"

Sam shrugged, "Barley. Can we please go now? I've already had a long night." With the Autobots acting strange this morning and now the drama with Trent, she just wanted to go to bed.

Mikaela looked over at Trent's truck, "I think Trent still had the keys to his truck, so it looks like we're walking. Sorry for making you come."

"I could've sworn Bumblebee~" Just before she could finish talking, a car was honking across the street. Bumblebee had been forced to park across from the theater. The two women quickly rushed over towards Bee, "Bumblebee, where were you?"

The yellow mech gave a nervous laugh, "I didn't have any of that money you humans use for the meter, and the lot was full. I've been scouting from back here. I've got to say you humans can watch some very nasty movies." Optimus would kill him if he ever found out, but he was actually watching the movie rather than the femme. But with how overcrowded it was, trying to find them was difficult enough.

Samantha got in the driver's seat and slapped her head, "I'm sorry, Bee, I forgot to get you a ticket."

"Haha! Don't worry about it. I saw a lot of people crowding together in the lot. Did something happen?"

Samantha and Mikaela briefly looked at each other, "N~no. Just Trent being an idiot."

Bumblebee wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he wasn't going to ask. Frankly, this Trent boy was working on his last good circuit. That insulting twist on Samantha's name was making his energon boil ever so slightly. "Well, let's get you femme home!" Bee's excited voice said through the radio.

(1 Hour Later)

Bumblebee pulled up to Samantha's house and turned off his engine. Samantha ran her hand over the steering wheel, "Thanks for driving me home, Bumblebee. Today has been exhausting."

"Samantha Jane Witwicky!" Judy yelled as she marched out the back door.

Sam sunk into her seat, "D~drive!" Her face went white. Samantha knew she was in trouble when her mother used her middle name.

Bumblebee was startled when Judy approached his alt-form faster than he thought, 'Frag, she looks scary.' Judy looked furious. And the expression on her face rivaled Ratchet's angry grimace. 'Sorry, sweet spark, I should've driven off.'

Samantha got out of Bumblebee and was trembling like a leaf. Trent didn't scare her, but her mother was a different story. Especially when she was angry, "Hi, Mom. Is something wrong?"

Judy crossed her arms, "I just got a call from Trudy, and she told me Trent is in the hospital."

"Trudy?" A light bulb went off over her head, "Trent's mom?"

"She just told me that Trent is in the hospital and that your boyfriend crushed his face."

Samantha's mind came to an abrupt stop, 'Boyfriend? Shockwave is not my boyfriend.'

Judy's face went red, "You are in so much trouble, young lady."

"B~but I didn't do anything. Trent~"

Judy waved her hands, "How could you not tell me you were dating!? Are you embarrassed by your father and me?"

Samantha's face flushed with embarrassment, "Mom, I'm not dating anyone."

"You're right. You aren't dating anyone." Ron said as he walked out of the house. He walked down the path.

Judy elbowed her husband, "Are you going to introduce us to your boyfriend?"

"I'm not dating anyone!" Samantha huffed out. "I don't even know him, just his brother… kinda. Can we please not talk about this?" Bumblebee was right behind her.

Ron looked behind Samantha, and his eyes when wide, "What is that!?" He pointed at the muscle car behind her, "Where did you get that? Where is your car?"

Samantha looked back, "Uh… I…" She started reaching down the sleeve of her shirt to pull out her wand.

The car door suddenly swung open, and out stepped a young man with short blond. He had tan skin and wore a skin-tight shirt which gave Samantha a perfect view of his muscles, "Hi there." He put on a devilish smile, "Sorry if I'm interrupting. I gave Samantha here a ride home."

'Is that Bumblebee?' That was definitely his voice. "Y~yes, Mom, Dad, this is... uh... Ben. I met him at the theater." Samantha's parents had two very different expressions.

Judy was smiling and gave a little laugh, "Oh, I hope you didn't hear me yelling. Gosh, you are a very handsome young man." Samantha looked mortified.

Ron didn't look impressed, "Do you just give any girl a ride home?" He didn't like the idea of his daughter riding with a stranger. She would always be his little girl.

"Dad!" Samantha elbowed her father. She leaned close and whispered, "Be nice."

Bumblebee leaned against his open door and was smiling, 'Scrap, she looks adorable with that angry face.' He cleared his throat, "Well, I couldn't just let her walk home alone in the cold, now could I?" Bumblebee's smile slowly faded as he looked at Ron. The man was thoroughly unimpressed.

Judy interjected, "Well, Ben, thank you so much for driving our Sammy home. Would you like to come in for dinner?" She always made more than enough food.

Samantha was shaking her head, "M~Mom, please. I think Ben would like to go home now."

"Nonsense!" Judy replied, "There is more than enough food." Her anger from before seemed to vanish. This might be her only chance to get her daughter to date a man. Unlike Ron, she wanted grandchildren.

Bumblebee could tell Samantha wanted him to leave, but seeing her so worked up was too good, "That sounds great. I've never had~" He quickly stopped himself. He was about to say he never had human food.

Judy pushed her family and Bumblebee into the house. Ron was glaring at the mech the entire time. Once they got to the table, Bumblebee was fascinated by all the food on the table. 'Do humans consume all of this to keep their level nominal?' He did not know what to expect by eating this food. Their holoforms did have limitations. They couldn't technically feel things like humans, and tasting food with a holoform was experimental.

Judy set down a plate for Bumblebee, "I hope you don't mind Italian food." Next to him was Samantha, who had her face buried into her hands. They were having spaghetti with meatballs.

Bumblebee looked at the strange food. 'It smells nice. Nothing like energon, though.' He was about to pick at the food with his hands but stopped when Samantha leaned and whispered into his ear.

"Use the silverware."

Doing a quick search, Bumblebee grabbed the silverware and started using it. He looked at Samantha and gave a wink, 'Thank's, sweet spark.' That would have been embarrassing, even for him.

Samantha stared silently at Bumblebee as he took his first bite of human food. 'Can he taste human food?' She was overwhelmed that Bumblebee was sitting right next to her as a human. 'They never said they could turn into humans!' While she did find Bumblebee's holoform rather attractive, there was something about his true form that she found more appealing.

Bumblebee took his first bite of the pasta, 'By the Allspark.' His glossa had never tasted so much flavor in all his cycles. Chewing the food, he swallowed and was smiling. "Primus, this is amazing."

Ron and Judy looked at each other. What the hell was a Primus? Ron leaned to Judy, "Probably slang."

Samantha ate her food silently. Bumblebee soon finished his food and said words that she feared more than anything, "That was great! Do you have any more?" Bumblebee asked innocently.

Judy was smiling, "Oh, of course. Now, Sammy, why wouldn't you bring this fine man here sooner?" Anyone who liked her cooking was immediately on her good side.

"Mom," Samantha started, "We just met. He~"

"Oh, hush." She brushed her daughter's negative attitude.

Samantha messaged her temple as she turned to a grinning Bumblebee, "Welcome to the family." She was taken back when Bumblebee chuckled. He was rather handsome as a human.

Ron, who was across the table, huffed, "I'm gonna wash my car." He got up and left.

Bumblebee looked at Samantha. Judy was in the kitchen fixing his next serving, "Did I do something?"

Samantha sighed, "It's not you... entirely. My Dad just is very cautious of me being around guys. He doesn't like the idea of his little girl growing up." Seeing how they were alone, she quickly asked her raging question, "Since when could you turn into a human!?"

Bumblebee laughed, "This is my holoform, sweet spark. Do you like it?" He lifted his arms and started flexing, "Designed it myself. My appearance, at least, not the technology."

"It's nice. I guess." She said while studying his body. She could easily mistake him for a lightweight bodybuilder.

"I guess?" Bee gave a sad whine, "I thought you'd like it." Scrap, he chose a form she didn't like.

"N~no! It looks great, believe me. I just... well..." She started to stutter, "I think your actual form looks better."

Bumblebee was shocked to hear this, "Really? In that case, I'll show you my bi-pedal holoform soon enough."

"What is that?" She asked with a confused expression.

Bumblebee leaned over to look into the kitchen. Judy was busy talking to Ron, who was wanting to leave. His body flickered and became static before he changed forms. Samantha nearly toppled out of her chair, "B~Bumblebee? Wha~how... I..." The yellow mech was grinning. Sitting in the chair next to her was Bumblebee's true form, only scaled down to human size. He looked exactly like his larger self, from the door wings to his bright optics.

"Well? What do you think?" Bee asked.

Samantha's cheeks were red, and she was at a loss for words. Seeing Bumblebee's true form at human size was very hard. 'I shouldn't find him attractive like this.' She refused to accept that she thought a bunch of alien robots were handsome. Without realizing it, she reached to touch his door wing, "It feels just like your actual door."

Bumblebee shivered a bit his glossa. His change in appearance adds with him a lot of weight. The chair was threatening to collapse, 'S~scrap, she's touching my wing. Primus that feels good.' The mech felt his energon level rise as the need to interface overwhelmed him. Being so close to this femme and her scent was driving him insane.

Bumblebee soon changed back into his human holoform when Judy walked in, "Here you are. I'm sorry it took so long. My husband is all in a tizzy. Now, what were you two love birds talking about?"

"Mom!" Samantha slammed her face into her hands.

Judy laughed, "Sorry, 'Young adults.'" She gave Samantha a wink.

After Bumblebee finished his second course, Samantha pretended to lead Bumblebee back to his car, "Thanks for the ride, Ben."

Bumblebee smirked and played along, "No problem, sweet femme. You can get a ride from me any time you need."

Samantha smiled through her clenched teeth and grabbed the side view mirror, threatening to rip it off, "That's great. Now you should go before my mom asks you to spend the night." She wasn't joking.

Bumblebee got into his alt-form and deactivated his holoform before driving off. He was going to have to watch the house from down the street tonight.

When Bumblebee left, Judy appeared beside Samantha and squealed, "I can just hear the wedding bells."

Samantha glared at her mother, "Mom, stop!" Why must she always say such embarrassing things?

"After meeting that young man, I'm glad things didn't work out between you and Trent."

Samantha was baffled by what Judy said, "Mom, Trent, and I were never a thing. And you would say that about any guy I bring here." Ron, who was hearing the two of them bicker, turned up the radio in his car. He didn't have the patience to listen to this.

Judy gave her daughter a pat on the back, "It's okay, sweetheart, you don't need to feel embarrassed. You know, when your father and I first met, I said to myself it would never happen."

"Ugh! You're impossible." Samantha stormed off into the house with a snow cloud forming over her head.

Judy turned to Ron, looking for support, "Am I wrong?"

Ron, who was sitting in his car, shrugged, "I don't think I should answer."

(Author Notes)

Another chapter finished. This one definitely took me along time because I was stuck on how I wanted it to play out. Originally, I wanted this to be an Ironhide chapter but I decided to hold off. Again, I will try to make sure every bot has their own personal moments with Samantha but it will be hard. Also, I felt like Bumblebee deserved some time in the spot light since he is her guardian. And we will see much more of him. And poor Samantha. Having to deal with these strange smells around her, feeling attracted to a bunch of bots, and her mother embarrassing her. I'm surprised a storm cloud didn't form over Tranquility.

Anyways I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter. As you can tell by its length it did take a bit of time to write. And sadly I am just busy with my classes that there is barley an time to write. Also! If you see any grammatical errors please forgive me. I do my best to make sure they are all snuffed out but they always seem to slid through. It is always easier for the reader to notice grammatical errors than it is the author.