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Chapter 3

It has been a few days since the parking lot incident with Trent, and Samantha was happy to be far away from him. After what he did to the Lamborghini, she decided to stay far away from the college. Lifting her phone, Samantha looked at the picture of Trent's ruined car. The photo was blowing up across social media in Tranquility. In the photo, Trent's truck is utterly destroyed; the car's hood was crushed into a pancake, the sides were torn to shreds, and making matters worse, it looks like whoever vandalized the car spray painted it pink beforehand.

Samantha giggled as she studied the photo, "I wish I could shake whoever's hand did this." Setting her phone down, she turned back to the glass case holding her great-grandfather's glasses. It had only been a few days, and unfortunately for Samantha… she was at a loss. She had no idea what type of dark magic polluted the glasses. It was extremely powerful that she knew; but what it was precisely, remained a mystery. There was one theory she had, but… no… she refused to believe it. Glancing over to her desk, she saw the black book she'd gotten from Dumbledore after she graduated. Owle Bullock's, 'Secrets of the Darkest Art.' It was the only one of its kind in existence. The spells inscribed inside were beyond anything she'd known about the dark arts. From breeding basilisks, making a person's skin turn inside out, and surprisingly, a way to rip your soul in half.

Heading over to the table, she lifted the book and flipped through it, 'How can a person even think of making such terrible spells.' While she found it interesting, some of these spells and potions made her stomach churn. There was even one to turn children into mindless slaves by sowing their eyes shut and cutting out their tongue. 'Ugh… I think I'm gonna be sick.' There were a few detailed drawings that she wished she'd never seen. The only thing that didn't seem too terrible was the regeneration potion, which only required three main ingredients. 'I guess if the father is dead, you could just take the bone. The flesh of the servant… I guess if you're willing to give your flesh to regenerate a body, that is up to you. And last is the blood of the enemy.' That one seemed like the tricky ingredient, 'I guess if you took a small amount of blood from that person's enemy, it might work.' Though the book never specified how fresh the blood had to be. Overall, compared to the rest of the book, this potion seemed less painful than the rest; besides a person cutting off a pound of flesh.

"Samantha, can you come down here!" Judy's voice could be heard across the entire house.

Sighing, Samantha put the book down, "Coming!"

When she got downstairs, she noticed her parents were dressed up, "Your father and I are going out tonight, so we want you to keep an eye on Mojo."

"Oh… alright." And here she thought she'd done something wrong, "Where are you guys going?"

"Ron is taking me to a new french restaurant here in town… isn't that right, sweety?" She glanced over towards her husband. He looked like he was upset.

"H~huh? Ya, sweetie. Anything for my girl." His voice sounded coarse.

Samantha laughed at her father, "Dad, one fancy dinner with Mom won't kill you. Quit being cheap."

"Cheap? Are you forgetting who is buying you a car tomorrow?"

"Are you forgetting the country fair, churro incident?" Ron grumbled under his breath.

Judy grabbed her purse and turned, "Your father and I will be home late tonight. If you need~"

Immediately, Samantha stopped her, "Mom… just go. I'll be fine. If I need anything, I'll call you right away." That was a lie, but she just wanted them to leave. Once her parents left, Samantha looked at the clock. It was only 4:30. 'Pretty early dinner if you ask me.' Knowing her Mom, she'd forced Ron to do more than just go out to dinner. Last time she made them go to an aquarium. Heading to the counter, she grabbed Mojo's medicine, "Mojo! C'mon, time for your medicine." She looked around, "Mojo?"

(Outside)

Frenzy parted the branches of the tree as he zoomed in on the pretty femme from before. Soundwave had ordered him to collect information on her. What she liked, hated, and everything in between. The only downside to this mission was he couldn't go exploring… This family's backyard was so fascinating. Lights were hanging from trees, there was a strange stone object shooting water in the middle of the yard, he just wanted to run around and touch everything.

Ever since he arrived, he'd smelt the scent of the femme, which made him feel safe. He even remembered Soundwave staying in front of the house for the longest time before driving off. Likely basking in the femme's fragrance. Leaning forward, Frenzy tried to get a better view of the femme in the kitchen but lost his balance when the branch he was standing on snapped. He gave a few whirls and beeps as he fell out of the tree. Landing with a hard thud, Frenzy clutched his helm… that really hurt. Regrettably, his troubles were far from over. A strange noise erupted from the bushes, it sounded like a growl. What happened next would haunt him for many cycles to come, a strange-looking dog ran towards him and started barking at him.

Jumping to his feet, Frenzy tried running away, but the dog was surprisingly fast and pounced on his back. In fear and shock, he curled up into a ball as the dog violently pulled on his arm. How was an organic being so strong? Unwillingly, Frenzy started beeping wildly as the small dog bit on a few wires in his arm. "S/Soundwave!" He kicked the dog, but it refused to let go of his arm.

"Mojo! Bad dog!" A voice shouted. Frenzy looked over and saw the human femme running over. She grabbed the dog by the collar and forced his teeth open, "Bad dog! No, let go! This is not a toy." When she got Mojo off, Samantha nearly jumped out of her skin when the tiny robot ran and hid behind her leg. She thought it was just a toy robot from one of the neighbors. Looking down, she gasped when the little robot hugged her leg… it was shaking uncontrollably as it stared at the dog in her arms. Mojo was growling at the robot and wouldn't stop wiggling in her arms. Growing tired, she gave the dog a quick pat on the back, "Stop. Bad dog. Growl again, and you don't get dinner." Immediately, Mojo stopped his growling. Setting her dog down, she pointed to the house, "Go inside." Without complaint, he followed her command and ran in through the doggie door.

Once she witnessed Mojo run inside, she looked down at the tiny robot hugging her leg, "Uhhhh." What was happening? Why was the robot hugging her leg? Not knowing what to do, she gave the frightened thing a few soft pats on the head, "There, there… uh… everything's gonna be okay." She quickly gave herself a pinch in the arm… so this wasn't a dream. A tiny robot was hugging her leg. Leaning down, she picked up the robot who started wiggling just as bad as Mojo. "H~hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. Hmmm… you're covered in mud. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." While she was startled by the robot, the researcher in her was far more curious about what it was. 'I don't feel any magic coming off of this thing.'

Walking into the kitchen, she set Frenzy down on the counter; he was frozen like a statue. Though there was the occasional turning of his head as he looked around. Frenzy watched as the human reached under the sink and pulled out a giant bottle, 'Aldio's Magical Soap… guaranteed to clean muggle technology.' It was a popular cleaning potion that young wizards used. It was mainly popular because it didn't make technology short out.

Pouring a few drops into the sink, Frenzy watched in wonder as the tub filled up. The bubbles were glowing different colors, almost like a rainbow. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up." Picking the bot up again, she gently placed him in the sink. He shivered as the liquid touched his protoform, it felt soothing. Frenzy couldn't stop staring at the bubbles as they changed color. Looking up at the femme, he shivered when she started washing the dirt and mud off. She was extremely gentle with cleaning his armor. A mountain of soap formed in front of him, and it quickly took the form of a hummingbird. The bird gave a few chirps before dissolving and changing into different animals.

Samantha giggled as the robot started playing with bubbles, it reminded her of a little kid. 'I don't know what this little guy is… but he looks so adorable.' Getting the dirt off his head, something clicked in her head, 'Wait, I've seen this before.' This little robot was in the back seat of the quiet guy's car. 'His name~well nickname was Soundwave, right?' Once he was clean, Samantha giggled at the robot's reaction, it looked embarrassed and tried covering his face with its tiny hands, "It's okay if you want to play with the soap." She grabbed a handful and blew it into the air. Bright bubbles of different sizes and colors illuminated above them. "See?"

The little bot blinked before grabbing a small pocket of soap and tried imitating her. Unfortunately, since he didn't have lungs, he couldn't blow air. Samantha gave him a pat on the head, "Oh, it's okay." After a few minutes of letting the miniature robot play, she lifted him out of the sink, and he dried off immediately. Setting him on the ground, she looked over him, "Hi… can… you can understand me, right?" It felt stupid for asking, but what else was she supposed to say? Frenzy nodded his head. "Alright… can you speak?" Again, he nodded. "Do you have a name?"

The robot seemed uncertain as it looked around, "Designation: Frenzy" Its voice sounded a little frazzle and distorted.

"Frenzy?" She giggled at the name, "Well, that is a unique name." In the back of her mind, Samantha felt her mind going to melt, 'I'm dreaming. I have to be. I'm not standing in my kitchen talking to a sentient little robot. This has to be some form of magic… right?'

Before continuing their strange conversation, there was a knock coming from the front door, "I'd better go get that. Can you wait here, little guy?" He just nodded. Frankly, Frenzy didn't want to leave. This femme saved him from a vicious dog and gave him a bath, and the sweet scent she had made his spark shake. She made him feel safe. From the corner of his optics, he noticed the dog who attacked him earlier was snarling as it sat on the ground.

When Samantha got to the door, she peaked through the hole and saw nothing. 'Huh?' Opening the door, she almost jumped back when she came face to face with a tall man. "O~oh, it's you… Soundwave, right?" That was still such a weird nickname.

Soundwave slowly nodded his helm. He received a distress call from Frenzy and got here as fast as possible, even causing a major traffic jam. But he didn't care, his sparkling was in danger. From what his sensors were telling him, Frenzy was inside this human's house. "Soundwave: Want Frenzy," He responded.

'How does he do that with his voice?' Samantha was confident if she pulled the lower part of the cloth covering his mouth, she'd find a voice changer. Though, there was something oddly soothing about his voice. "Frenzy? I~i don't know… wait, you mean your little robot?" Samantha jumped when a pair of metallic arms wrapped around her legs, 'huh?' Frenzy had appeared out nowhere and was hugging her for dear life, Mojo was peeking his head around the corner and snarling. "Mojo, get outside!" She glared at her mother's dog as he walked off, 'I hate that dog sometimes.' She didn't actually hate dogs… it's just Mojo was a little devil in a dog's body.

"Frenzy: Return," Soundwave said as he watched his mini-con hug the human femme. Though he couldn't help but feel his optics widen, Frenzy knew better than to expose himself. Did he wash his armor? He looked cleaner than when he dropped him off.

"This is so weird." Samantha shook her head. "I… hope you don't mind, but I washed your little guy. My dog attacked him, so he might need to be repaired. Or whatever you mechanics do with robots." Frenzy let go of her and waddled over to Soundwave, why couldn't they stay!? This femme was nice. "Would you like to come in? I feel terrible for letting my dog attack your robot." Honestly, she just wanted to pick the little guy back up and continue playing with him.

Frenzy was jumping a little behind Soundwave's leg. Soundwave gave a strange hum as he thought it over, leaning forward, he took a whiff of the human, his processor practically melted. He wanted to transform and take this human… but that would have to wait. Once he found Megatron, he would take her. After that, he wasn't exactly sure, but it didn't matter. He wanted this human and her eternal scent. Soundwave nodded his head as he stepped inside.

Samantha sighed in relief, "Great, uhh… please feel free to take a seat on the couch." Once Soundwave and Frenzy sat on the couch, Samantha couldn't stop staring, "I… This might come off as rude, but what exactly is he?" She pointed to Frenzy, "How did you make him sentient? Or is it just acting like it has sentients." She'd seen videos of robots acting like they were intelligent, but in actuality, they were just answering pre-set scenarios.

Soundwave watched the human with a sharp optic, "Frenzy: Intelligent / Frenzy: Mine."

"O~of course! I was just curious." Okay… touche subject. "So why was your robo~ I mean Frenzy, in my backyard in the first place?"

Soundwave didn't respond right away, "Reasons: Irrelevant."

"Alright, How did you know he was here?" His timing seemed strange. 'Why did I invite him in? I don't even know him.'

"Response: Irrelevant."

'Irrelevant?' The air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. "I'm sorry my dog nearly tore him to bits." Though she couldn't quite comprehend him being here. 'Is… is he stalking me?' It seemed idiotic, but what are the chances they meet again? Especially under such abnormal circumstances. "Would you like something to drink? Tea, perhaps?"

Soundwave tilted his head slightly, "Tea?" What was tea? Dimming his optics, he researched the word. When he didn't respond, Samantha just took that as a yes.

"I'll be back." Heading to the kitchen, she grabbed a kettle. "Aguamenti," she recited the spell under her breath, and water appeared in the small pot. 'What tea would he probably like? Earl Grey?' Opening the little cupboard, she looked at her collection of tea. 'Hmmm… maybe Da Hong Pao.' It was by far the most expensive tea she had, not even her parents would dare touch it less they want to be murdered. It was a gift from an old friend during her final year at Hogwarts. She only saved it for special occasions. Grabbing the small jar of tea leaves, she froze. Slowly, she turned around and jumped, "Jezz!" Soundwave was standing right behind her. "A little warning, perhaps?" Why was he so close?

Soundwave looked confused before taking a step back. Didn't she like him being close? On Cybertron, it was custom for a mech to invade a femme's personal space… it was how they show interest. Did humans not do this? If her scent wasn't that of a femme in heat, he never would have done so. Though Soundwave was more irritated that the human couldn't smell his scent. 'Femme: lack smell / Soundwave: locate alternative means of mating.'

When the tea was made, she pulled out a small cup and poured it. "This tea is probably gonna be bitter on your tongue at first if you aren't used to it." Heading into the living room, she handed him the cup. Soundwave studied the liquid before him. Taking a small whiff, his intake valve tingled, this beverage smelled delightful. He was curious what tea tasted like. From his research, the drink is supposed to taste bitter, but the more you have it, the better it tastes. Reaching his face, he pulled the white mask down to expose his mouth.

Samantha blinked as she stared at his mouth, 'So that's what he looks like without it on.' She felt her cheeks turn pink… the man was incredibly handsome. He had a strong jawline and lips looked rough but inviting. 'I'm such a damn pervert. I don't even know him!'

Soundwave brought the cup to his lips and drank the tea. Immediately, his optics widened. This tasted… he actually couldn't describe the taste. The only form of substance he'd ever had was energon, and it tastes nothing like this. For a brief moment when it touched his glossa, he'd wanted to spit it out, but the longer he let it stay, the better it tasted. Finishing the tea, he set the cup down and quickly lifted his mask. "Soundwave… enjoy."

Smiling, Samantha took his cup, "Would you care for some more?" She had just finished her own cup. Slowly, Soundwave nodded. "I'll be back again." There wasn't much talking between them, but he was probably just a shy person. That or he just didn't like talking.

When Samantha left, Soundwave looked around. "Human's home: Fascinating." There was a lot of detail in the house, and he was curious, what purpose of having all of this stuff? Back on Cybertron, his 'home' as the humans would call it, did not have this much stuff. At most, he kept a few holopads and an energon dispenser. Frenzy was also looking around, but every time he tried getting off the couch, Soundwave put him back… he didn't know what around here was dangerous.

Just then, a strange vibrating sound echoed through the room. Looking across the table, Soundwave regarded the human's cellphone. It was a primitive form of communication, but perhaps this could play in his favor. Without wasting another nano-klick, he grabbed the phone and slid his sleeve down. The skin on his wrist warped before a metallic tentacle shot out and connected with the phone. Dimming his optics, he scanned the phone. There wasn't much information besides her contacts, which contained her parent's numbers. The screen of the phone became a jumbled mess of strange symbols as he uploaded a virus.

"Alright, here is your cup of tea." Samantha walked back into the room. With lightning reflexes, Soundwave brought his hand and the phone behind his back. He wasn't finished uploading his virus. Setting the tea down, Samantha raised a brow, "Huh… I could've sworn I heard my phone vibrating." Didn't she leave it on the table? Oh well, she'll look for it later. Sitting back down, Samantha raised a brow, "Are you okay?" His arm was behind his back.

Soundwave nodded as he leaned back. 'Technology: Primitive / Upload taking too long' The phone could only take so much information. How humans could work with something this primitive? It made him feel irritated. Once he takes this human for his own, he'll have to give her something far better and more secure. Even a sparkling could invade her phone. Once he finished uploading the virus, he smiled behind his mask… now keeping tabs of the human would be far easier. He now had access to her phone calls, location, and everything she could possibly do. He also took the liberty of improving the security with his own code.

(Autobots)

Optimus was starting to regret his plan. He'd just scanned a rusted old truck he found in a scrapyard, and he felt disgusted. His protoform was covered in rust, and this armor offered minimal protection. 'May Primus lead us in the right direction with this human.'

"Frag me!" Sunstreaker shivered as he looked over his armor, "This fragging human better be worth it, Prime!"

Ironhide rolled his optics, "Quit being a sparkling. What mech can't handle a little rust?" He wasn't the least bit bothered by being covered in rust. He'd been through worse.

"My protoform is ruined! And for what? A primitive human?"

Off to the side, Jazz and Prowl glared at Sunstreaker. A possessive feeling was coursing through their sparks, they didn't like how Sunstreaker was insulting the femme. Before either one could speak, Sideswipe beat them, "Calm down Sunny. You act like being covered in rust is the ugliest you ever looked." A fist hit him over the helm. "What the frag!?"

"My name is Sunstreaker!" Sideswipe knew better than to call him Sunny.

Optimus let loose an irritated sigh, "Enough. Ratchet," He turned to look at his medic, "Have you heard back from B-127." He was the only one not with them.

Ratchet nodded his helm, "He just finished changing his protoform and is on his way back. And his designation is Bumblebee, remember?" The scout decided to change in designation many cycles ago, but with Optimus, old habits die hard.

"Affirmative." He turned to look at the rest of the Autobots, "Tomorrow, the femme must choose one of us. I require each of you to take extra caution around the human, we don't want to risk alarming her." Much less destroying the glasses by accident.

Sunstreaker scoffed, "I still think we should just go to that femme's house and take the damn thing. Who's gonna fragging stop us?"

"Sunstreaker, you will do no such thing."

Sideswipe smirked at his brother, "I still don't see why you're angry at the human. I mean, she did fix your armor." The Autobots still had no idea how. Ratchet was certain she had some type of electronic device, but even he admitted the idea was idiotic… humans were not advance enough to fix a cybertronian's frame in seconds. As for Optimus, he was overly curious about how she did it. The researcher inside himself wanted to run some scans, but he knew that would never happen.

(Back with Samantha)

Leading Soundwave to the door, Samantha couldn't help but feel his eyes staring straight through her. "Sorry again about your robot." Soundwave looked at her briefly before nodding his head and walking out with Frenzy. He was holding the robot in his arm. 'Can this night get any weirder?' Closing the door, she spun around. "Alright, now where is my phone." Reaching down her sleeve, she pulled out her wand and flourished it, "Accio phone." Immediately, her phone came flying from the living room. Catching it, she frowned, "Huh? Wait, it was in there?" Maybe it fell under her seat.

She hit the power button and frowned again, "Ugh… please don't tell me I forgot to charge it." The screen was blank. Hitting it one more time, it turned on. 'Strange… Why are all my apps organized?' It was probably from an update. "Let's see… one missed call." Checking the number, she hummed, 'Don't know that number.' Turning the screen off, she slipped the phone back into her pocket. For some reason, her phone felt extremely hot. As if it had been running with the screen on for a half-hour. "I'd better get some rest. I have to go pick out a car tomorrow… yay." Her voice was devoid of emotion.

Outside, Soundwave had deactivated his holoform and had a wire running into the back of Frenzy's helm. He was replaying everything that had happened before he arrived. Seeing his sparkling attacked in the recording made him want to transform and stomp on that rodent. The human called it Mojo, correct? Once he takes the femme, that rodent is the first thing to go. From how she yelled at it earlier, she might be proud if he eliminated it. His spark rumbled at the idea. Looking further into Frenzy's processor, he stopped. So the femme did wash his sparkling, and by the looks of it, she was extremely delicate. Despite her gentleness with his sparkling, he was baffled. Those 'bubbles' as humans called it, how was she making it move and change shape? Could all humans do that?

Frenzy jumped in his seat as he replayed the memory, "Frenzy like femme. Go back?" Maybe, if he throws some more of that dirt on his protoform, the femme will clean him again.

Soundwave growled as the smell of the femme once more took control of his processor. The fact that his sparkling liked the femme made him want to snatch her up. Though as delightful as the idea seemed, he had to wait. Right now, he needed to check on Rumble.

(Air Force One)

Rumble peek around a large crate and watched the humans work, "Rumble: In position."

Barricade growled through the comm-link, "Just hurry up sparkling, I don't have all mega-cycle."

Looking around, Rumble waddled his way across the airstrip. The humans ignored the tiny robot walking… one woman even mistook it for a toy. It wouldn't be the strangest thing they've seen walk across the airstrip. Getting into the aircraft, Rumble looked around. "Elevator: Located" Heading to the elevator, he looked up and glared at the call button. Jumping up, he tried desperately to press the button, but he just wasn't tall enough. Stomping his foot, he turned around and grabbed a small crate, pushing it in front of the panel. Climbing onto the container, he pressed the button and smiled behind his faceplate. "Rumble… victory."

Heading into the elevator, his victory was short-lived… wait… humans had a panel in the elevator too!? Before he could run and grab the small crate, the elevator slammed shut. "Rumble hate heights." After a few minutes of trying to reach the button, he gave up. However, before all hope was lost, the elevator started moving again. "Human: Incoming" Not knowing what to do, he stood perfectly still with his arms at his sides. When the elevator opened, a blond woman wearing a blue suit stepped in. Primus must have been on Rumble's side because she pressed the bottom floor. 'Victory for Rumble… again.'

"I'm heading down to storage." The flight attendant said to her co-worker. "Huh?" The attendant looked down, who left the toy in the elevator? Picking up the blue robot, she looked it over, "These companies… Making their robots more detailed by the day." After getting to storage, the flight attendant stepped out and placed the bot on a crate. 'Mister President wants a Ding-Dong… ugh, I hate my job.'

Rumble jumped off the crate and waddled away. Before going any further, he saw another small box and immediately grabbed it… humans made things too fragging high! At least on Cybertron, there would be an access port for a minicon of his height. After dragging the crate to the server tower, he got up and inserted a rod from his finger. Immediately, he started scanning the human's servers. Soundwave was going to be proud of him! If he finds Megatron, maybe he'll take him to see the femme from before.

(Pentagon)

"Someone! They're hacking Air Force One! We need a senior analyst." Maggie shouted out. Immediately, security personnel and different analysts were rushing towards her. "I think they're planting a virus."

"A virus?" The cadet beside her asked. He couldn't make sense of what was being projected on the screen.

"They are planting a virus and stealing a whole lot of data from your system at the same time." Maggie typed as quickly as she could, but there was nothing to be done. She had neither the speed nor knowhow to stop something like this.

A high ranking officer to her right grabbed his headset, "Code Red, we have a breach."

Maggie shook her head and turned, "You've got to cut the hardlines."

"What?"

To emphasize her point, she tapped the screen, "Whatever they want, they're getting."

Turning around, the officer looked to his superior, "Sir?"

The one-star General frowned as he looked at the screen, "Get the flash drive from my office… now!" Everyone turned to look at the General with uncertainty… flash drive? What flash drive?

The senior analyst looking at the screen turned to look at his superior, "Sir, if we do that, we could lose everything." The upload was at 52 percent.

"Cutting the lines won't do us any good. We need to stop them from receiving the data." A low ranking analyst came running over with a small briefcase.

Maggie spun around and pointed at the screen, "Sir, if we don't cut the line now, they will get~"

The General ignored her and opened the small briefcase, inside laid a tiny flash drive. There was a strange symbol on the top of it. "Run this now." He handed Maggie the drive. Maggie blinked in confusion but did as she was told. Sticking the flash drive into the computer, the screen flickered. "What happened?" Everything froze. Moving the mouse, nothing happened. All they could see was the upload screen at 89 percent.

The flash drive was created with a joint agreement with MACUSA. To protect national security, very few people besides a few senior analysts and high ranking generals knew about the magical community. The thumb drive was enchanted with the sole purpose of wiping their systems and recollecting lost data from its unintended source.

On the screen, they watched as the upload percentage went backward. 73 percent, 68 percent… unfortunately, using the flash drive came at a high cost. Sparks shot out of the keyboard and screen. Nobody was prepared when the screen exploded and not only the screen they were looking at. All the monitors in the room started sparking.

Maggie shook her head in shock, 'What the hell is happening?'

(Back on Air Force One)

Rumble jumped in joy as the upload almost finished, Soundwave would really be proud of him now. As he searched the files, he recognized the pictures of Megatron, or as the humans called him N.B. . Strangely, there was mention of a human named Witwicky… Wasn't the human he met the other day named Witwicky?

Just as he uploaded the last of the virus, he jolted. A few sparks shot out of the server tower. A strange feeling engulfed his spark. Against his better judgment, he attempted to pull his hands out of the tower, but… he was stuck. "Rumble: Require assistance."

To make matters worse, the box he was standing on slid away. So now he was stuck dangling from the server tower, desperately trying to unpatch himself. Unavoidably, Rumble whirled in pain as he felt the data he'd just downloaded get ripped out of his processor. No words could describe the pain the minicon was experiencing. Looking up, Rumble noticed the screen turn black before a liquid started pouring out onto his faceplate. This was impossible, liquids couldn't come out of screens! The black goop covered his faceplate, and he shook his helm, trying to get it off. "Rumble… scared!" He wanted Soundwave! He was in pain, covered in a black slimy liquid, and dangling from a server.

Once all the information was deleted from his processor, Rumble whined. Whatever the humans were doing, it wasn't just removing the data, it was attempting to erase his entire processor! In fear of becoming a mindless husk, Rumbled slammed his arm. A bit of energon shot out of his wound. In quick succession, he slammed on his arm before finally breaking it off, severing his connection. Rumble shakenly stood up and cried, though he lacked tear ducts, energon was gushing out of his now severed arm. "Rumble want Soundwave!"

Reaching up, the minicon attempted to pull his arm out of the server, but it was still stuck. He was afraid to think about what would happen if he kept himself connected. Knowing there was nothing he could do, Rumble ran off. All the while, trying to keep the energon from pouring out of his missing arm.

(Elsewhere)

Soundwave revved his engine. He'd gotten a distress call from his sparkling, but it was far worse. He could feel his sparkling calling out through their bond. A seat belt wrapped around Frenzy and his tires squealed as he shifted into gear. If anything has happened to his sparkling, Barricade will pay dearly for not looking over him.

(One hour later)

Barricade was terrified. No, mortified!

Rumble was in his back seat, bleeding energon. His entire fragging servo was missing! Soundwave was going to murder him. It was hard to understand the sparkling from all his crying, but he was able to get a general idea of what happened. Though it didn't make sense. Meeting at a barren lake, Barricade watched as Soundwave sped down the road. The mech's anxiety shot throughout his spark.

When Soundwave reached a close enough distance, he immediately transformed. Frenzy was kept safe inside his chest plate. "Rumble: Now!" He held his hand out to Barricade. Where was his sparkling!? Soundwave found his frame and spark lock up when he saw Rumble step out of Barricade and run towards him. Snatching up the minicon, Soundwave immediately looked over his injured sparkling. His fragging servo was missing! Bringing his own servo up, he transformed it into hundreds of tiny wires and began cauterizing the sparklings wires. "Rumble: Safe / Soundwave: Protect Rumble." With the wound sealed, he opened his chest plate and put the sparkling inside… he'd wash him later. And work of making him a new arm. But right now, he needed his sparkling safe inside his chest plate. His energon levels were far too low.

"Soundwave I~" Barricade flew back when a servo hit him. Grabbing the mech's vocal unit, he was on the verge of making Barricade as obsolete as B-127, the Autobot's scout. If his intel is up to date, the scout now identifies himself as 'Bumblebee.'

"Rumble Injured: Report" He tightened his hold on Barricade's neck.

Barricade was struggling to speak, his vocal processor was on the verge of breaking. "F~frag if I know. The minicon was collecting the data you wanted, and he said it was forced out of his processor. He broke his servo off because he couldn't disconnect from the fragging server."

"Report: Illogical." Felling a bit of mercy for the terrified mech, he threw him to the ground again. "Sparkling Injured: Barricade responsible for sparkling's safety."

Barricade got up. Dirt was covering his armor. "Don't blame me. It was the human's technology that forced your minicon to break his arm off." The mech backed up when he met Soundwave's visor. While he couldn't see his optics, he felt them piercing his frame. Not wanting another thrashing, the con transformed and drove off. He'd have to wait until Soundwave was calm.

Inside his chest, Soundwave connected a wire into the back of Rumble's helm, much like he'd done with Frenzy. Replaying the minicons memories, he growled as he relived the sparklings nightmare. So Barricade was telling the truth when he said Rumble couldn't disconnect from the server. However, he was more concerned with what his minicon was saying through their bond. Whatever the humans had done almost wiped Rumble's processor. Crossing his arms, Soundwave stood there next to the small lake. Inside his chest plate, he brought his sparklings closer to his spark. Frenzy got attacked by a rodent, and Rumble was forced to rip his servo off. No words could describe his rage as he stood there shaking. He remained emotionless about most things, but not when it came to his sparklings.

(Next Day)

Samantha tapped her fingers against her leg. "So which dealership are we heading to?" She looked at her father, who was busy driving.

"You'll see." He turned and started driving next to a porch dealership. "Surprised?" He smirked at her, but it quickly vanished when he saw his daughter's glare.

"We both know you'd never buy me that type of car."

"How do you know? Maybe I've had a change of heart for my little girl."

Samantha gave her father a cruel smirk and produced a small bottle, "Just because you're my father doesn't mean I won't force you to tell the truth." It was a small amount of veritas serum.

"Alright~alright… what happened to the little girl who loved my jokes?"

Chuckling, she gave her father a deranged look, "I'm not sure what little girl we're talking about. But I never liked your jokes."

"Well, you can't blame a father for trying." He drove across the street to a rundown dealership. Samantha was too busy reading the sign, she hadn't noticed the cars or rusted up truck following them from behind.

Getting out of the car, she looked at the sign, "Bolivia's Finest Quality Used Cars and Petting Zoo?" Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the ostrich. "This can't be legal or sanitary." What car dealership has a petting zoo?

"Hey, Manny! Get your cousin out of the costume, he's scaring all the white folk." A man yelled as he leaned out of a doorway.

Samantha looked at the man dressed in clown makeup, "Okay… I'm officially uncomfortable." The man with clown makeup on was staring at her.

Ron smiled at Samantha's reaction, "You know when I was your age, I'd be happy if it had four wheels and a motor."

"Alright… but your first car wasn't half a piece of crap." Samantha presented the car next to her, "You've heard of the 40-year-old virgin, right?"

"Ya?"

"Okay, this is the 400-year-old virgin, or to better explain, the broken down car that caused a major traffic jam."

Ron chuckled, "C'mon, you're just difficult." He stopped laughing when the rim of the car she was pointing at immediately fell off.

Samantha stared blankly at the fallen piece of metal, "Did… did he glue the rim on?" She could see the traces of super glue on the inside. 'I'm gonna die, aren't I?' She was terrified of what nightmare car she was going to get. 'I can just see it now. Young woman died in a car crash because her father bought her a cheap car.'

"What have I told you, Sam? No sacrifice, no~"

"Victory, I know. The old Witwicky motto." Despite hearing that motto since she was a little girl, Samantha never understood why it was their family's motto. At least, until she learned what her grandfather was willing to sacrifice to expose magic. From old articles she read at Hogwarts, he was just as big an influence as Geralt Grindlewald was. Thankfully, nobody came to the conclusion she was Archibald's granddaughter.

Before Sam and Ron could dwell on the broken rim, a man came running over. "Bobby Bolivia," He kicked the rim under the car with the back of his foot. "Like the country, but without the runs." He shook their hands. "How can I help ya?"

"Well, my daughter here is looking to get her first car." Ron patted her on the back.

"You come to see me?" Bobby pointed to his chest before smiling, "That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby!" Walking over, he swung an arm over her shoulder, much to her displeasure. "What's yer name, sweetheart?"

"Samantha." She felt uncomfortable with him touching her. 'Personal space much?'

"Samantha? Can I call ya Sam for short? Of course! I know ya won't mind." He pointed across his lot, "Sam, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods."

Sam looked around the lot and raised a brow, 'It should be a crime for letting such beautiful cars get busted up.' She noticed a Porsche, an old Peterbilt, two rusted Lamborghinis from the 80s, and… was that an ambulance and police cruiser? The only one that didn't seem out of place was the yellow Camaro.

"Let me tell ya, sweetheart. A driver don't pick the car… the car picks the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine."

Biting her tongue, Samantha tried to be kind, "Thanks… I'll~uh… I'll keep that in mind." She forced herself from rolling her eyes. This man was clearly going to try and swindle her. 'Cars pick the driver… pfff… they aren't wands.' She also didn't like how he used the word mystical. 'I shouldn't be hard on him, but he doesn't know a thing about something being mystical.'

Bobby began giving her a sob story about trying to make his mammy happy, which in turn, Samantha smiled when she watched his 'mammy' flip him off. "Aw, c'mon, don't be that way."

Heading to the police cruiser and ambulance, Samantha looked uncertain, "Not to be rude or anything, but isn't it illegal to drive these?"

"Huh?" Bobby looked at the cars, "Hey, Manny! Where did these cars come from? You know I can't sell this!" He pointed to the ambulance and cruiser.

Manny shook his head and shoulders, "I don't know nothing about that. That locco!" As Bobby left to go reprimand his mechanic, Samantha approached the front of the ambulance.

'Is the engine running?' Placing her hand on the hood, it felt warm. Walking to the side door, she opened it and peeked inside. The ambulance was shaking violently, 'I think that Manny guy never turned it off.' Sam looked to her father, "If this ambulance were street legal, I might ask you to get it. Then I could turn the sirens on and just get everyone out of the way." She also liked the interior, it looked cozy. Running a hand over the leather seat, it felt just as inviting to sleep on. "Oh, well."

Bobby was still yelling and now hitting Manny over the head with a newspaper, "Do you want the police to come after us again?"

Samantha pretended she hadn't heard him and went to the police cruiser. "I feel like I've seen this before." Leaning down, she ran her thumb over the strange symbol on the door. Like the ambulance, the car was shaking only far worse. Trying to see the insignia better, she started wiping her hand softly across the metal, trying to get the dirt and rust off. 'Okay, I know I've seen that symbol before.' Perhaps it was an old auto company? When she went to walk away, the door swung open. 'Huh?' Ron was too preoccupied with looking at the ostrich, he hadn't noticed. Heading back to the cruiser, she peeked inside, "At least the interior is spotless." It's as if someone with OCD had cleaned the interior. 'How does the outside look busted up, but the inside look brand new?' Not wanting to damage the door, she grabbed the handle and softly closed it. Next to her, the ambulance's sirens went off. "Uh?"

Bobby and Ron immediately looked at Sam, and the sirens turned off. Heading back over, Bobby brushed his shirt, "Sorry 'bout that, I'll have Manny take a look at it. Sorry if it startled you, sweetheart." The police cruiser's sirens also went off, causing the three humans to jump. Ron was now glaring at Sam. "Alright, how about these two beauties?" He led her to the Lamborghinis.

"These are racing cars." Samantha looked between the red and yellow sports cars. They were old, but still clearly designed for a race track.

"Well, they used to be." Bobby leaned his hand on the yellow hood and immediately took his hand off, "Ah~sorry." He laughed the pain off, "Hot day, you know?" The hood was blazing hot.

Looking at the red Lamborghini, Samantha smiled, "One wash of this car, and I might be tempted." She scratched some of the rust off. "If this were my car, I'd never let such amazing vehicles get rusted up." She mumbled under her breath. "If only you were street legal." Bobby would obviously try to scam her, but she knew this car wasn't legal. At least in Tranquility. Street racing was popular here, so all racing vehicles of this type were not allowed to be driven. Heading to the yellow Lamborghini, she used her sleeve to wipe off the dust on the side mirror. "Ugh… so much rust. Poor thing, what happened to you?"

"Ah! I see this beauty caught your eye, huh?" Bobby asked as he walked to the other side.

"Yes, actually." She looked over the car and shrugged, "But I can't drive it. Not street legal here in Tranquility, you know?" She gave him a look.

Bobby chuckled, "Ah~smart, girl." But behind his smile, he was annoyed she knew the car wasn't legal. "Well, let's not despair. We have a beauty right here." He presented the small Porsche beside the yellow Lamborghini.

Walking around the front of the car, Samantha froze. Glancing down, she noticed the yellow car was humming. "I think the engine is running."

Bobby spun around and realized she was right, "Hey, Manny! What have I said about leaving my cars running? You're wasting my gas!" He attempted to open the door, but it refused to budge. "Manny! I need a crowbar, the door is stuck again!" The engine revved as Bobby kept trying to open it.

Walking to the door on the opposite side, Samantha waved her hand, "Alohomora." A golden light shot from the small lock, and the door opened. Leaning into the car, she saw the car keys and turned off the ignition. But the car was still shaking. Before getting out, she looked over the interior. "Holy… this interior is amazing." It almost put the last few cars to shame. Closing the door, she went to Porsche. Bobby was giving her a strange look.

"Uh~right. Here we have a beautiful Porsche." Ironic since his lot was right across from a Porsche dealership.

Getting in the car, Samantha gripped the steering wheel, "Feels cozy." Leaning back in the seat, she was sure the seat was vibrating. It was incredibly soothing. She almost wanted to take a nap. Looking out the window, she turned to Bobby, "So how much for this?"

"Well… considering the car's rareness, I'd say it's worth $12,000."

Samantha nearly choked on her spit, "$12,000?!"

Ron was already shaking his head, "Sorry, not paying over $4,000."

Getting back in the car, she ran her hand over the steering wheel, "Welp, sorry. Maybe someone without a cheap father will buy you." Grabbing the handle, she tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Bobby walked to the door, "Alright, c'mon sweetheart, get out."

"The door is stuck." It took Ron and Bobby's strength, as well as Samantha's, to push the door open. After getting out, Samatha brushed her pants, "Sorry, I don't know what happened there."

"Nothing to worry about. Manny! I need some oil, we got a faulty door!" Samantha covered one ear. If she heard him yell for this Manny guy one more time, she would lose it. "Alright, small cars are not your thing and a bit expensive." He then led her to a black truck. Like the rest of the cars, it was covered in rust.

"Now, this beast might be worth enough for you." He turned to Ron and tried swindling the truck for $8,000.

Sam rolled her eyes, Bobby had yet to realize he'd never swindle her father. 'When Dad says $4,000, he means it.' Heading to the black truck, she opened the door and hopped in. "With a beast like this, I bet driving over other cars would be fun." She smirked at the idea of driving it over Trent's truck, his was a baby compared to this. "I definitely would feel safe riding around in this beast." She leaned back and smiled. The AC was on, and the seat felt warm. Like the last car, she had a little trouble opening the door, but eventually, she was able to open it. And as expected, Bobby was refusing to lower the price.

It was telling the car dealer was getting a little irritated, "Okay, okay… $4,000. Hmmm… how about this bad boy?" Bobby pushed Samantha in front of an old Peterbilt truck. The thing was an eyesore to him and a gas guzzler. He'd gladly sell it for $4,000.

Samantha stood there, staring at the truck's grill, she felt so small compared to it. 'Then again, it is a truck.' Leaning close to the grill, her hair lightly blew towards it. Almost as if it were breathing. But unlike the last few cars she looked at, the truck immediately came to life and started swaying. Bobby was too busy talking to Ron to notice. Since it was Ron who was paying, he'd lost almost all interest in Sam. Opening the door of the Peterbilt, she sat down and shivered. Being in the truck made her feel… weird. Safe… but weird. Looking around the interior, she ran her hand across the dashboard. "So much dust."

Leaning back, she giggled, "I feel so small, just sitting here." She was so preoccupied; much like Bobby, she hadn't noticed the door had closed and locked itself. A blush filled her face as she hugged her midsection, she crossed her legs, 'W~what the hell is happening to me?' She felt turned on, and the vibrating seat wasn't helping. "T~too bad, I can't drive this big guy." The truck immediately stopped shaking, almost as if it had heard what she'd said. "If only I had a class A driver's license." Sitting up, she grabbed the handle and pulled. "Again?" She kept pulling the handle, but the door wouldn't open. 'Where's the lock?' The door didn't have one. "C'mon, open up." But the door refused her attempts to open it.

"Sam? Everything okay?" Ron noticed Sam was struggling with the door. For the next few minutes, Ron and Bobby tried to get the door open; they even tried using the crowbar, but it refused to budge. The strangest part was no matter what spell Samantha cast on the door, it worked only for a few seconds. At one point, they opened the door, but it immediately slammed shut. Growing tired, Samantha slipped her wand out and pointed it at the door, "Relashio." A light emitted from her wand and blew the door open. Jumping out, Sam turned to Bobby, "Do I have to worry about being locked in your cars?" This was becoming ridiculous.

Bobby felt his anxiety rise, "Sorry, sweetheart, Not my intention." If he lost these customers, he'd be furious. "What do you think? Will you take the truck? I'll have Manny fix the door before you leave."

Samantha raised a brow, "That would be great. But… I don't have a Class A license. So I can't even drive it. Also, it might be a bit excessive if I drove this everywhere." She wasn't going to deny the truck was a beauty, despite all the rust and worn out parts. "Anything else?"

Bobby led them to the last car in the line, "Uncle Bobby B, will find you a car, little lady, don't you worry."

Looking over the yellow and black striped Camaro, she ran her hand over the hood. 'The hood feels warm.' She stopped moving her hand when she felt a strange beat from under the hood. Keeping her hand still, 'That feels like a heartbeat.' But instead of two beats, like a human heart, there were three. Getting in the Camaro, she clutched the steering wheel, "Feels good." Wiping the dirt off of the horn, she noticed that symbol again. 'Maybe Dad knows what brand this is.' Running her hand across the seat, the heat spiked, causing her to jump. 'O~oh no, it's happening again.' Crossing her legs, she tried to ignore the pool of lust building between her legs.

"Considering the classic nature of the car and the custom paint job." Bobby began.

"But it's faded." Bobby leaned down to look into the car.

"Ya, but it's custom."

Her jaw dropped, "Custom faded?"

"It's your first car sweetcheeks, I wouldn't expect you to understand." He stood back up and smiled, "Girls and cars, am I right?"

Samantha felt her jaw drop again, 'Does he think because I'm a girl I don't understand cars?'

"Five grand." Bobby was smiling. Hopefully, he could get this guy to go up a little on the price.

Ron shook his head, "Sorry, not going over four."

Bobby looked irritated and leaned back into the car, "C'mon kid, get out."

"Kid?" She loathed being called a kid, "Also, what happened to your little saying, cars pick their drivers."

"Sometimes, they pick the driver with the cheap-ass father." He waved his hand, "And little lady, I said, 'Man and machine.' Not a woman and machine." Bobby pulled back and winced when the seat flung forward and hit him in the face. "Ah~son of a~bgilal" He stopped himself from cursing.

"Are you okay?"

"Of course, Bobby Bolivia is always okay!" He went to the next car. "Now, this is a fighter right here." He got in the crappier yellow car, "This is a classic engine right here." Sam shut the door, and the other side opened up.

Ron immediately looked at Sam, "Samantha!" He clenched his teeth.

Leaning close, she whispered loudly into her father's ear, the red truck behind them was in earshot, "Don't look at me. I haven't cast a single spell since we got here. You think I don't want to transfigure him into a chair?"

Looking back, Ron looked over at the other car, "Are you alright?"

Bobby nodded as he got out the other side, "Ya! Hey Manny! Come tell your cousin to get out of the clown costume and bang this dent out, baby!" He started laughing.

Samantha walked around to the front of the red Peterbilt and leaned against the grill, "Ugh… Please, Merlin, let's just get this nightmare over with." The truck rumbled behind her. A strange sound caught Sam's ear, 'What is that?' The next thing she knew, the windshields from most of the cars had exploded. When glass from a busted up, Mercedes came towards her, she instinctively held her hands up, "Immobulus." A blue wave shot from her hands, and the glass shards became frozen in mid-air, 'Shit! What am I doing.' Without bothering to look, she quickly slid her wand out, "Finite." she muttered the spell, and the glass fragments fell to the ground. Thankfully, nobody had noticed her.

Bobby got up and looked around his lot with wide eyes, "Four thousand." His voice was cracked, and he held up four fingers.

(Beforehand; Autobots Perspective)

Following the human's car, Optimus felt his spark jolt in fear, "Sideswipe, you stated the humans would be going to a terrible car dealership." He stated throughout the comm-link.

Sunstreaker was growling, "Are you fragging kidding me!? I got rusted up for nothing!?" And if this is the car dealership she was going to, then the human femme was fragging spoiled. 'Worst auto shop, my scrapping aft!' However, to their relief, the parental unit was only trying to pull a prank on the human femme. Though the Autobots had the same expression as Samantha. They were not pleased about this prank, not even the twins.

Getting into place, the Autobots waited patiently for the humans. Meanwhile, Sunstreaker was praying to Primus the human wouldn't pick him.

Ratchet frowned behind his form, "What is this scent you were talking about? I don't smell~gah!" He choked on his words when Samantha approached him and Prowl. Her scent was sweet and had his mouth watering. 'Primus… they weren't fragging with me.' When the femme opened his door, he shivered when she ran a hand over his seat. The medic felt his sensors peak. Something she said before approaching him finally clicked in his processor, 'What does she mean it's illegal to drive me?' What was wrong with his alt-form? Upon researching the specific 'function' of his alt-form, he frowned. Human customs were ridiculous.

Though deep down, he was a bit let down on knowing he wasn't even an option. Then again, that also applied to Prowl.

When Samantha got to Prowl, she brushed the mech's wing, trying to get the dirt off it. Prowl bit his glossa, and shivered, 'M~my wing. Pl~please don't stop.' If he ever acted like this in front of the others, he'd be mortified. When the femme tried walking away, he instinctively swung his door open, almost hitting Ratchet.

Ratchet's voice echoed through the comm-link, "Prowl, what are you doing?" The other bots were confused, what was he doing? Also, why did Ratchet's voice sound deeper? Was he in pain?

Prowl choked a little, "Forgive me, my wings are sensitive." Samatha was looking inside his alt-form, and his spark swelled with pride when she complimented how clean it was. If she liked how organized he was, he'd relish seeing her reaction to his office on the Ark. He'd willingly watch over this femme… which surprises himself. With a scent like that lingering around him all day, it made his processor calm down.

Samantha closed Prowl's door, the scent that had been blowing in Ratchet's direction made his frame melt. He was so lost to his pleasure he didn't realize he'd turned on his sirens. Once he came to his senses, he quickly turned them off, "My apologies Optimus. I believe my processor is fragmented."

However, before Ratchet could say anything else, Prowl's sirens went when he saw the man, Bobby, attempt to put his hand on his femme. He was tainting her scent with his vile stench.

Sunstreaker growled through the comm, "What the frag is wrong with you two!? Will you fragging stop!" It wasn't a question.

Optimus hummed softly. It was bizarre to see Prowl and Ratchet act so strange. Especially Prowl.

When Samantha got to the twins, Sideswipe was already shaking, :F~frag, Sunny… can we keep the human?: He asked through their bond. Optimus and the others didn't need to hear them.

:Are you out of your processor!?: Sunstreaker yelled. His anger shot up when Bobby leaned on his hood. 'If another fragging human touches me, I'll squish them!' He burned the man's hand and growled.

Samantha leaned inside Sideswipe and smiled, "If this were my car, I'd never let such an amazing car get rusted up."

Sideswipe shook :Please, Sunny! She thinks I'm amazing! I'll give you all my high-grade energon.: He wouldn't say it, but Sideswipe was confident he felt a twinkle of jealousy from his brother.

:No! No shut your fragging spark up: As Samatha walked over to Sunstreaker, the yellow mech was growling. 'I swear to Primus if you~' She instead did something unexpected. Using the sleeve of her shirt, she started wiping the dirt off his side mirror.

"Ugh… so much rust. Poor thing, what happened to you?" She asked while getting a bit more of the dirt off.

Sunstreaker bit his glossa as the human got the dirt off of him. He refused to say anything as he tried blocking the femme's scent, but it was too strong. 'F~fragging human.' The smell was making his spike throb. And his brother wasn't helping at all. :Will you stop inhaling her scent!:

:No!: Sideswipe shuddered, 'Primus what I'd give to have this femme.' Never had a femme made him this close to overloading. Especially with her scent. Were she cybertronian, he would stop at nothing to mate with her… then again.

: Don't you fragging think about it! I'm not taking some filthy human for a mate.: Sunstreaker yelled.

:It was just a thought, cool your circuits.:

Bobby attempted to open Sunstreaker's door, but the mech refused to let him in. At the mention of prying his door open with a crowbar, the mech was on the verge of transforming. However, before he could, Samantha had walked to his door and waved her hand over the lock. "Alohomora."

Sunstreaker clenched his denture as his lock was forcibly opened. 'What did she just do!?' When she got inside his form, the scent became too much for the mech, and it fogged his processor, 'Sweet Primus that scent.' Sideswipe was laughing at him.

"Holy… this interior is amazing."

'Damn right, femme.' The sociopath inside him appreciated the compliment. She may be human, but… at least she recognizes greatness when she sees it. Once she turned his ignition off, she left the car and carefully closed the door.

Heading to the Porsche, Jazz was practically having a spark-attack. He wanted the femme to pick him so badly. 'I'll take this little lady on a ride any day of the week.' The fragrance she had graced his nose. When she took a seat, he softly vibrated her seat, 'Feel free to take a nap, little femme… I won't mind.' Seeing that tired look on her face made him swell with joy. From the other end, he could feel Ratchet and Prowl glaring at him. They wanted the femme to sit in their alt-forms.

Sam looked at Bobby through his window, "So how much for this?" Words couldn't describe how ecstatic the mech was. The femme was gonna buy him! Nothing could ruin this solar cycle.

Bobby looked him over, "Well… considering the rareness of the car, I'd say it's worth $12,000."

Samantha nearly choked on her spit, "$12,000?!" Hearing this made Jazz freeze. Was that a lot?

Ron was shaking his head, "Sorry, not paying over $4,000."

She ran her hand over the steering wheel, "Welp, sorry. Maybe someone without a cheap father will buy you." When she attempted to open the door, the mech kept it closed.

"Frag-naw! I deserve to look over the little lady." Jazz yelled through the comm-link.

Optimus frowned, "Jazz, the humans have decided. Release the femme."

"Not happening, boss bot. I deserve to watch over the femme." This 'Bobby' guy could frag off for all he cared. 'She ain't leavin', and that's final.' The mech clenched his denture as the humans forced his door open. Once they finally got it open, Jazz was shaking in rage. If it weren't for the thought of scaring the femme, he would've transformed and ran off with her. The second in command gave a silent pout as the femme went to Ironhide next. If that parental unit of hers wasn't cheap, then he could've been her guardian. He was so close to being surrounded by that femme's scent.

Ironhide rolled his optics, "Quit acting like a sparkling." As Samantha drew closer to him, an unusual fragrance hit his nose, 'Huh? What is that?' Was… was that coming from the human? She opened his door and closed it. His insides were now being fermented with her scent, 'Primus, does this femme smell nice.'

As Sam gripped his steering wheel, he growled softly; but it wasn't out of anger. "With a beast like this, I bet driving over other cars would be fun."

Ironhide suppressed a chuckle, he liked this femme. 'Run them over? Why do that when I have giant guns in my servos?' He was one of the few mechs who had his guns installed into his arms. The other Autobots preferred to use blasters and handheld cannons. This was mainly because having blasters in your arms uses more energon. Much like Jazz, when Samatha tried leaving, he refused to open the door. But eventually. He came to his senses. Though he ached to see her reaction as he showed off his cannons. What femme wouldn't be impressed?

When Ironhide heard the car dealer refusing to lower his price, he clenched his denture. 'Fragging pest.'

While Ironhide was growling across the comm-link, Optimus was growing worried. They needed one of them to be chosen, otherwise obtaining those glasses would be impossible. Tilting his mirror, Optimus couldn't help but admire the femme's complexion. 'Perhaps I may finally uncover what this 'scent' is.' Ever since he'd gotten a small whiff of it from the twins, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Bobby pushed Samantha in front of Optimus's grill, which led directly to his nose. Prime's optics widened, and his spark ignited. 'D~dear, Primus.' His optics rolled back into this helm as he inhaled the femme's sweet scent. He'd never smell something so strong and intoxicating before. Not even Elita-One could produce something this magnificent. Beneath his interface plate, his spike hardened to the point in which it hurt. He felt the human open his door and sit down in the driver's seat. Without thinking, he closed the door and locked it. Jolts of pleasure shot across Optimus's body. 'It has been eons since I've felt like this.' When she brushed his dashboard, Optimus jumped a little. Can… Can she do that again?

"I feel so small, just sitting here." Samantha giggled as she looked over the hood.

Optimus was panting as the human touched his seat. He needed more~huh? 'What is she doing?' Why was the femme crossing her legs and arms? Taking her scent in again spelled the Autobots doom. The femme was wishing to mate, and Primus, he couldn't think straight with that corruptive scent. Tilting the vents, he released his own scent into the cabin. To his shock… the femme was now blushing, and her fragrance was growing stronger. Vibrating the seat, his spike was on the verge of breaking through his interface plate.

Samantha shivered as she hugged herself, "T~too bad, I can't drive this big guy." Optimus stopped shaking, what was she talking about? "If only I had a Class A driver's license."

'Class A drivers license?' He attempted to research what this was, but the essence was making his processor and sensors break. He needed more. So much more.

When she attempted to open the door, he kept it shut. 'The femme would be safe with me.' Optimus's body was quivering. 'Those clothes she is wearing… they are confining her scent.' He'd rather she didn't wear something that would conceal her scent. When the two human males attempted to open his door, a snarl erupted from his throat. These weak creatures were trying to take this scent away from him. Allowing his door to open for a brief second, he hit the two men before slamming it shut. 'The femme is safe with me.' A few of the other Autobots were trying to talk to Optimus, but he'd turned off his comm-link. Speaking would make him think about anything other than this sweet and delicious scent. Licking his denture with his glossa, he turned the key in the ignition. Fully intending to drive off.

However, before he could, the human pulled out a stick and pointed it at his door, "Relashio." His door blew open, and she got out. Shaking, Optimus turned off his motor… Why was she leaving? Didn't the femme appreciate his strong scent? Did she even smell it? Shaking his helm a bit, he came back to his senses and turned on his comm-link. At the same time, he was confused about how the human could force his door open.

"Prime! What in Primus's sake are you doing!?" Ratchet shouted.

"Optimus, couldn't you tell the femme wanted out?" Prowl asked.

Jazz huffed. He knew why Optimus wouldn't open the door. And he was jealous the Prime had a longer experience with the femme.

Bumblebee was confused, even scared. What was this scent they kept talking about, and why was Optimus acting so strange? When Samantha got inside his alt-form, Bumblebee froze. Much like the rest of them. His spark was pounding in his spark chamber. Emitting his own scent, a few of the other mechs were growling at him… Optimus included. But he couldn't help it. Having interfaced with a few femmes back on Cybertron, the scout definitely wasn't a virgin. Then again, none of the bots were. Bumblebee even lost a bet with the twins when he thought Prowl was a virgin, he'd lost three cubes of high-grade energon. What femme in her right processor would frag Prowl!?

Samantha grabbed the steering wheel "Feels nice." Like the rest of the cars, she tested the seat. The cars might not look nice, but she was sold with the seats. They were all extremely comfortable.

Bobby ran his hand over Bumblebee, "Considering the classic nature of the car and the custom paint job."

"But it's faded." The female said.

"Ya, but it's custom."

Bumblebee watched her jaw drop, "Custom faded?"

"It's your first car sweetcheeks, I wouldn't expect you to understand." He stood back up and smiled, "Girls and cars, am I right?"

All of the bots growled at that comment, even Sunstreaker. So what? Because she was a femme, she didn't understand someone was trying to scam her? Cybertron wasn't much different, and swindlers like him existed.

Ironhide was growing tired of this, "Prime, can we just shoot this fragging human?"

Optimus wouldn't lie, the idea was tempting. "Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans." Samantha's fragrance was starting to disappear from his cab, and like a tick digging into his mind, it drove him insane.

"Five Grand," Bobby said. All of the bots froze. Bumblebee was their last hope.

Ron shook his head, "Sorry, not going over four."

When Bobby made a remark to Sam, after leaning back in the car, Bumblebee hit the man with his seat.

Bumblebee started to panic, and his anger was rising. He wasn't done with the femme! He should be her guardian, her scent had his door wings twitch. While his wings were sensitive, they were nothing compared to Prowl's. Praxian door wings were delicate to another level. Once Samantha shut his door, he swung the other door open.

"Samantha!" Ron growled at her. Why was her creator getting mad at her? Bumblebee was tempted to open his back door and hit Ron.

"Don't look at me. I haven't cast a single spell since we got here. You think I don't want to transfigure him into a chair?"

Bumblebee chirped through the comms, 'What is a spell?' That was something all the bots were thinking. When the car dealer attempted to show off another car, Bumblebee tuned his radio to a high frequency. All the windshields exploded, besides the Autobots. However, what happened next left all the bots confounded. Sunstreaker's jaw had dropped, and Ratchet's scanner was going crazy.

Samantha held up her hands, "Immobulus." The glass shards that were coming towards her face froze in mid-air, other shards floated off. Waving her wand, she recited another strange word, "Finite" She looked at Bobby and everyone else in the lot. It seems they were the only ones who saw here.

Bobby got to his feet and looked horrified, "Four thousand!"

Bumblebee started cheering silently, he'd gladly hand over all his high-grade energon if it meant he could be her guardian. Despite his excitement, the scout could feel the other bots glaring at him.

Optimus remained quiet about the entire ordeal. He was trying to understand what Samantha had done. His scans showed she didn't have any type of technology on her, so… how could she stop the shards of glass mid-flight?

This human… something tells him she was special.

(Author Notes)

And that is chapter 3! I hope all of you enjoyed it, as you can see, it was extra long because I wanted to include each of the bot's reaction. Poor Ratchet is left confused, Prowl needy, the twins angry and excited. Jazz going full possessive while Ironhide wants to show off. And then we have Optimus and Bumblebee... ahhh... these mechs are going to be the death of our little Samantha. If you see any grammatical errors, please forgive me, it is not my intention to leave those and I really do my best to fix them before publishing.