AN: I had to look up what Blurr is. Wikipedia says 'Data Courier' which is basically just a messanger? Well that's what I'm having since I don't know that much about Blurr. Pretty sure he isn't in Bayverse originally and if he is I completely missed him. I wasn't sure how to do Blurr's speech. I didn't wanttodothis, so I decided-on-this. That way you can still read it, but it's different from normal speech. It'll only be used when he's talking fast.

Lyrics from Do you really want to hurt me? by Culture Club.

Also, Mr. Taxi by SNSD is real. Go and look it up to get an image for the Halloween costumes for Sam and Mikaela. Altered a bit, of course. The Dance Version, it should be the first link. The very first girl who sings would do, since that's one of the versions with shorts. Though minus the hat, probably.

Once again I apologize for uploading chapter twelve twice instead of the actual content for chapter thirteen. That has been fixed and I thank all of you who pointed it out.

Bookworm Gal: Anything with the Cybertronians should be a fun or hilarious event!

cascadenight: I'm happy you like it! I hope you continue to enjoy this story. Thanks for the review. :)

Noella50881:I'm glad you enjoy the story. Thanks for the review!

The Result of Squffie:I don't think anyone's stupid enough to do that. Besides, Hide's already somewhat black so they don't need that much black paint!

Fk306 animelover: I actually really really love that idea. (She mentioned two humans dressing up as a devil and an angel, and then riding on Optimus' shoulders and acting as his good and evil side for the night) I'm not sure if I'll do that, but I think it would be funnier with Ironhide. Mainly because the devil would always be like "Shot it!" and often times the angel would lose! But that idea did make me laugh, so thank you. :)

In Tranquility

"So… Why did Samual, Mrs. Witwicky, and Mikaela go into that, what is it again?" Bumblebee asked the only remaining human inside of him.

Miles grinned, leaning back in the seat as he looked at the day spa that Sam, Judy, and Mikaela had gone into. It paid to be someone's best friend since elementary school, you ended up collecting a lot of dirt on them. It helped that Mikaela was in on it too, and begged Sam to get his legs waxed with her. He almost wish he had gone in to watch, but would have been afraid that he would have been dragged in to it somehow.

"It's called a spa, Bee." He explained. "A place where people go to get… tune ups, I guess. You should really google it, I've never been to one. I just know you can get waxes there, but not the kind you would get. It removes body hair. That's what Sam's getting."

"I still don't think I understand why you are doing this to him. He seems to dislike it." Bumblebee replied.

"Well, not right now. After it's all done in like ten years he'll laugh at it." He stated. "But this also means he'll be able to get back at me."

Bumblebee sat silently for a moment as he thought that over. "Does he have no ground substance on you?"

"It's dirt, Bee." Miles said, laughing. "And no. Nothing that I wouldn't willingly tell other people. I don't have anything that big on Sam, but I got Mikaela in on it since they'll be wearing matching outfits."

"So why does Sam need his legs waxed, and not Mikaela?" The Cybertronian asked, sinking on his wheels a bit.

"It's a sex role thing. Here at least most men don't shave. Some swimmers do, but otherwise not that much. Women are expected to, though." He explained. "If you ask me it's stupid, but that's the way it is. Waxing is one of the more… painful ways to do it."

There was only static for a moment before Bumblebee found the song he wanted. "Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry?"

Miles laughed, "Don't use that against me. You just sparred with Prowl not even two days ago. Waxing may hurt but I guarantee it hurts a lot less than that."

Bumblebee replied by playing a raspberry on his radio, prompting Miles to laugh more. "What are Sam's and Mikaela's costumes going to be?" He asked.

"Look up by SNSD on you tube, the dance version. The shorts version, not the skirt. I think the first girl who starts it off works fine for that. Just remove any white and black stripes and the outfits good. Mikaela might have something in her hair, but whatever."

"So they'll be matching… what exactly?" Bumblebee asked.

"Cheerleaders, supporters, mascots. Whichever is more appropriate." Miles replied, grinning. "For you."

He could feel it as Bumblebee laughed, his entire frame shaking slightly. The Autobot stayed silent for awhile, and Miles left him to whatever he may be thinking. He figured he was imagining Sam and Mikaela in those outfits. Personally, he just couldn't wait to see how Sam would act while wearing an outfit like that.

"Sam told me that you would be wearing a naughty police uniform for Barricade." A moments pause. "Though I think a naughty prisoner uniform would work better for you, and then Barricade could wear the police uniform."

Miles started to laugh, "No, just no. I don't even know what I'm go-" He started to say but was cut off by someone contacting Bumblebee.

"Base to Bumblebee. New Autobot has arrived. Designation unknown." And that was all. It took Miles a minute to recognize it as Prowl.

Bumblebee started his engine, and the seatbelt slid around Miles of its own accord. The Autobot pulled out of the parking space quickly, and raced out of the parking lot.

"I'm just going to assume we're going, then. And that you're bringing me along." Miles stated dryly.

Bumblebee laughed, "I'll contact Ronald and he'll be there in time to pick them up. And this will give you the perfect opportunity to meet one of us right off the bat. By the time the 'bot gets to base they'll probably know English."

"Just wish we could take videos for blackmail later." Miles replied.

Bumblebee snorted, and tuned his radio to a station he knew Sam and Miles liked. They made the rest of the trip to base in relative silence as Miles texted Sam and Mikaela what was going on, and Bumblebee called Ron. They made some small talk, mainly about who Bumblebee thought the Autobot might be. Miles texted everyone at base that he could human wise, even Maggie, but either they didn't know or it was a surprise. This only prompted Bumblebee to speed up and break a few laws to get there faster. Miles pretended not to notice.

When they got past the gates they were greeted by Prowl. Bumblebee could feel it as Prowl scanned him, checking for how many was inside of him, most likely.

"Hello Bumblebee, civilian Samual Witwicky." Prowl said in greeting. He obviously had done a very basic scan on Bumblebee, and had assumed that it was Sam inside.

Miles smirked, rolling down Bee's window. "Sorry, Prowlie, it's your worst nightmare."

"Cybertronians do not dream, civilian Miles Lancaster." Prowl replied, optics narrowing. "It's Data Courier Blurr, Bumblebee."

"Data Courier? Translate that to stupid English, please?" Miles asked.

Bumblebee laughed, "Basically a messenger, Miles. He's… fast. In everything he does."

Bumblebee did a quick scan of the area and located where Blurr was. He drove there quickly, stopping not too far away from the new to Earth Cybertronian to let Miles unbuckle and get out. Once the teen did that he transformed.

"Bumblebee, have you scrambled your processor by any chance?" Ratchet asked, glaring at Bumblebee as he came over.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. Blurr knows better than to squish anything." Bumblebee replied, waving dismissively at Ratchet. A human gesture that he had picked up, but by now almost all of them had picked up a few.

"He hasn't met any of the humans yet, and you know how excited Blurr can get." Ratchet said.

It wasn't like Miles was alone with Blurr while Ratchet and Bumblebee talked. Sunstreaker was there off to the side, watching as Miles approached Blurr and waved.

"Hi, I'm Mi-Woah!" He was startled when Blurr quickly picked him up and moved him closer for examination. "Hey, we do not man handle the squishy! Especially not without consent before hand! Put me down!"

"Amazing-is-it-a-pet?" Blurr asked, directing his question towards Sunstreaker.

"Who are you calling a pet you overgrown scrap heap?" Miles huffed, squirming in Blurr's grip as he tried to free his arms. "Put me down you aft!"

"It-has-adopted-some-of-our-words. Mi-Woah-is-cute." Blurr said, poking gently at Miles head.

Sunstreaker sighed, "His name is Miles, Blurr. He was surprised when you picked him up, and it caused him to exclaim something while cutting off his name. He is a human, and no they are not pets. They are strong beings that even managed to take down a few 'cons."

"These-things-have-taken-down-Decepticons? Impossible!" Blurr exclaimed.

"They have. This one, Miles, befriended Barricade before he became the Decepticon Neutral we were telling you about." The warrior stated. "We'll fill you in more later with the data."

"It-Wait,-I-mean-he,-befriended-Barricade? These-things-are-glitched-in-their-processors-Sunstreaker! And-they're-our-allies?" Blurr asked, clearly confused.

As Sunstreaker tried to explain things to Blurr, Miles quickly found out that even giant alien robots could talk with their hands. And with how fast Blurr talked, he was quickly regretting ever having stepped foot near the 'bot. He wasn't sure if Ratchet had just forgotten about him, or if he was waiting until the point where the newest Cybertronian would actually let go of him. It felt like he was on the worst kind of theme park ride. He was dizzy, felt nauseous, and was pretty sure he had at least a bit of whiplash from the way his neck felt. He closed his eyes to see if that would help at all. He didn't know how long Sunstreaker and Blurr continued to talk, but he knew it was for awhile.

Miles was thankful when Blurr's hand suddenly stopped in mid swing, but he could feel the 'bot tense, and opened his eyes to see why. He quickly regretted that as his vision decided not to work like it normally should.

"Let him go, Autobot." He heard Barricade snarl. "These organics are delicate. You could damage him."

He wasn't sure when Barricade had gotten there, but he was beyond thankful to the 'con at that moment.

"And-why-should-I-listen-to-you,-'con?" Blurr retorted, glaring at Barricade.

"He's right, Blurr. Give Miles to Barricade." Ratchet said, and Miles couldn't help but wonder where Bumblebee and Ratchet had been when he was being slung around like a pillow during a pillow fight. He knew Sunstreaker either didn't care, or didn't know the effects it could have on a human. He was happy when Blurr did so, albeit reluctantly. He was dropped into Barricade's hand, and was relieved when Barricade pressed a finger gently but firmly against his back to keep him up right.

"Thanks a lot, Barry." Miles said, leaning against Barricade's finger as his world finally went around to turning itself right side up again.

"I waited a bit just to see if you would puke on him." Barricade replied, walking away from the other Cybertronians and to the main hangar.

He snorted, "Oh that's wonderful. It's a newcomer, lets hand them a human so they can get organic digestive track liquid all over them! Haha, so funny."

"I thought so." And Miles could practically hear the smirk in Barricade's voice.

"And have you decided what you're going to be for Halloween?" Miles asked.

"A police officer." Barricade replied. "You could be my prisoner."

Miles laughed, "Fat chance. That would make too many people happy. And you're so lame, Barry! You're always a police officer."

"And what are you going as?" The 'con asked.

"Uhm… I dunno. A bed sheet ghost, probably." Miles replied, shrugging.

"And you call me lame?" Barricade snorted, walking in to the main hangar where a few mechs were.

Miles huffed, "Well, fine, maybe I'll get Wheeljack to help me with my costume! At least then it'll be the coolest one there."

"Really?" Oh, there was Wheeljack. Looks like he heard Miles, too.

Barricade laughed, but Miles ignored him. "Uh, yeah, Jack! You should totally help me with my costume."

"Excellent!" The scientist exclaimed. "I'll get to work immediately. I'll contact you and you can come to base early." And with that he was gone.

"My big mouth…" Miles muttered, looking back up at the 'con. "At least if it explodes I won't need any makeup to look like I'm wounded, cuz I really will be."

Miles was annoyed. The sun didn't even look like it was coming up yet, and he had been woken up by Barricade. He made a mental note to ask how they did that even when a cell phone was turned off later as he glared out the 'cons window. It was about two in the morning when Wheeljack decided he needed to be brought in for his costume. He was at least a bit happy that he would have had to wake up early anyway since the Halloween party was an all day thing. When they arrived at base Miles got out of Barricade and started walking with the 'con to Wheeljack's lab.

"Did anyone approve it?" Miles asked, slightly worried.

"Prowl." Barricade replied. Miles felt slightly relieved then, figuring that Prowl would make the right say on things if nothing else.

They arrived at the lab and Barricade left him alone, going off to do his own things. Miles went inside and almost immediately Wheeljack told him to sit off to the side because he was busy. Frowning, Miles did as he was told. He tried to see what Wheeljack was working on, but couldn't because he was watching Jack's back. He ended up falling asleep quickly, still tired and bored with nothing to do while Wheeljack working. And that was when Wheeljack striked.

The next time he woke up he realized he was lying on a cool metal table thing, and that everything felt a bit fuzzy. His head hurt a bit, as well as his lower back in one spot and he couldn't think of why. He chalked it down to sleeping wrong and hitting his head off something without noticing. He figured Wheeljack must have put him up there, and he sat up, looking around for the scientist. He didn't see the mech anywhere, but did notice a note not too far away from him. Curious, he picked it up seeing it was addressed to him.

"Miles,
Hopefully you read this note first before finding out what I did for your costume. Make sure not to pull on the add ons too hard, and don't try to remove them. You might notice a slight ache in your head and very very lower back, because some of the add ons actually had to go inside of you. They move, respond to your emotions, and outside stimuli. Like if someone pinches one you'll feel pain. Cool right? You'll have to chose what you wear based on the add ons. I won't go into details about how they work, but they're extremely realistic. That's all you need to know. There's a full length mirror in there for you to look at yourself. It might have a few… side effects that pertain to the add ons. We thought those would be nice to add to make it even more realistic.
P.S. Don't try to remove them on your own. We didn't exactly think of how to remove them easily, and I'm currently hiding from Ratchet.
Have fun!
Wheeljack"

Miles read the note, and then had to go back and read it three more times to actually process what it said. He took a minute to panic, reaching up to feel on his head then stopping the motion. He jumped off the table and found the full length mirror that Wheeljack had mentioned. His jaw dropped when he saw what looked like two cat ears on his head, and a cat tail behind him.

The fur covering them was the same exact color as his hair, and when he reached up to feel an ear he could feel and see it move. He could see the tail moving behind him, and he grabbed it, pinching it hard. He could feel pain, but it felt slightly off somehow, and he figured it was because the tail wasn't actually a part of him. He could feel that they weren't real after pinching them, mechanics stopping him at some point.

When his tail slipped out of his hand of its own accord he started to panic again, remembering what Wheeljack's note had said. He couldn't remove them because they were attached. That meant some part of the ears and tail were inside of him, connected to him. Oh, he was so going to Ratchet and making sure Wheeljack would pay. And Prowl had approved of this? He almost didn't think the mech had it in him, he would have never believed that Prowl would do some form of pay back.

He took a deep breath, and held it as he left Wheeljack's lab to help him focus on something else. After that he couldn't help but wonder what kind of side effects there might be. He walked back to where most of the buildings were, going to Will's office. It was still early, about six according to his phone. He figured he could trust the older man, but when he walked in there was two others in his office that he would have preferred he could have gone without meeting.

"Miles… ya look different. Ah see Wheeljack got at ya." Jazz stated, both he and Epps getting up and going over to Miles. He felt Epps yank on his tail.

"Hey!" He snapped. "That's attached, you know!"

Epps started to laugh, "Oh, Primus, this is great! We need to get you a better outfit, though. Maybe a collar with a bell, a leash."

Miles started to back away towards Will, never noticing the grin on Will's face as he moved beside him. "Will you have to stop the-Hey!" He cried out as Will shoved him towards Jazz. "You traitor!"

"Sorry, mah man. Looks like ya higher ups are goin' against ya." Jazz said, though he didn't sound apologetic at all even as he picked Miles up and tossed him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

Jazz carried Miles out of Will's office with Epps following behind. Both ignored the fuss that Miles was making, Jazz not being hurt no matter how much Miles kicked and punched at him.

"Let me go! This is kidnapping! Help! Someone help!" Miles cried, hitting at Jazz's back. He didn't think he could actually hurt the 'bot, but he wasn't hitting his hardest just in case. "Barry, they're gonna torture me! Ratchet! Anybody!"

But no one answered, and he was at their mercy for whatever they planned to do to him until someone came for him. And Miles decided that a lot of people were going to pay. Prowl who he thought just might have convinced Wheeljack into doing it, Will for being a traitor, and Jazz and Epps for being Jazz and Epps.