AN: I've been waiting for forever to break those two up. IMO I don't think they go together that well as a couple, no more than a high school romance. A bit shorter, but just having fun while getting closer to Thanksgiving!
Bookworm Gal: I can't see any of the other teenage civilians getting along with him for awhile. Though I think Epps and Will would have a blast getting Trent to shape up.
Noella50881: Yup! Glad you like it, and thanks for the review. :)
LionLover190: Grimlock is AMAZING!
The Result of Squffie: That's true, but it's because she's part organic on Sentinel's part. And he can't stand that she's what Elita One turned into.
TransformerJunkie: Glad you like it! :)
theghostqueen: I'm glad you like it so much. And I think Miles is/was hippy enough for both him and Barry!
Autobot Firekat: Thanks for the review.
writergurl616: The same odds as Miles car being an Autobot, I just wanted Trent instead! Glad you like the Dinobots!
By the time Mikaela got there, having no idea who the newest civilian member of NEST was, everyone was sitting in the rec-room. Stealing herself, she prayed to Primus she hadn't read Sam wrong and would be hurting him. She waltzed in, declared they were breaking up while avoiding looking at Sam's face, and her eyes fell on Trent. Immediately she was torn between shock and anger, but got angry quickly when Trent turned to Miles with a smug look on his face.
"So, this is what you wanted to tell me?" Trent asked smugly.
Mikaela glared at Miles. "What?"
"No, no!" Miles exclaimed quickly, holding his hands up in front of him in a defensive matter. "That was a lie to get closer to Blaster! I had no idea she was going to break up with Sam today!"
Sam snickered, "Timing."
Mikaela glanced at him, anger fading slightly as she was relieved to see he didn't seem too visibly upset. Saving the world with giant alien robots could do a lot to change a person. Then continually spending time in the presence of said alien robots so that they influence you can do even more. Sam had been crushing on her for forever, according to Miles, but after the initial euphoria wore off of having her, saving the world, and being best friends with one of those alien robots, the feelings started to fade. They were alike in some ways, different in others. They complimented each other, but no more than friends would. It ended up becoming just what Miles had always said it would be, a high school romance. Instead of dates they had spent more and more time with their friends, just acting like friends themselves. Even on dates they usually had Bumblebee with them, and didn't want to treat him as a third wheel. A lot of people had seen it coming, and there was already a betting pool on who would break up with who first.
"Blaster?" She asked, turning back to Miles.
"Another Autobot, the Communications officer, or something. His alt form is a slagging stereo." Miles explained.
"When do I get to meet him?" A pause before adding, "And the dinobots?"
"I think Grimlock, Swoop, and Snarl are busy driving Wheeljack insane." Bumblebee said, grinning.
"Okay." She turned to Epps. "Who won?"
Epps grinned, "Bumblebee." The young scout had bet on Mikaela breaking up with Sam, and it being sudden with other people around just in case Sam broke down. Which he was confident his charge wouldn't.
"Bumblebee!" Sam groaned. "Not you too! You Cybertronians and crazy NEST members are impossible!"
"Ya love us, and ya know it!" Jazz said cheerfully, laughing when Sam just grumbled to himself.
Mikaela smiled, "Now I'm not holding you back anymore. You and Miles can take your bromance to the next level."
"Yes!" Miles grinned. "We should totally sing Guy Love in front of everybody, Sam."
Sam made a face, laughing. "No way."
"Don't worry, Miles. I'm more than willing to sing Guy Love with you in front of everyone." Bumblebee laughed.
"What? No way! My best human friend is not cheating on me with my best alien friend, and vice versa!" Sam exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh as he grinned.
Bumblebee grinned, "I'm sorry, Sam, we just can't hide it anymore!" Adding a more dramatic flare to his voice, he grabbed Miles' hand, yanking the teen into his lap and hug. Miles was laughing too hard to protest.
"Well fine, I'll take Barricade then!" Sam mocked huff.
Barricade snorted, "I don't want anything that the insect has infected, thank you very much."
Miles was just managing to escape Bumblebee's grip, still laughing. "I'm flattered, but you can keep Sam. I have Sasha."
"Sasha?" Trent asked, speaking up and surprising some of them. They had almost forgotten he was there.
"My non-Cybertronian car. I thought it appropriate to name her, and give her a gender." Miles explained, in such a way that it sounded as if it should be obvious.
"Ohh, speaking of non-sentient cars, do you think Sasha could replace Bee soon?" Sam asked, Bumblebee making a slightly offended noise. Whether it was playful or he meant it Sam couldn't tell, so he patted Bumblebee's leg in a comforting manner. "My cousin is going to be having her bacherlorette party at my house. Believe me, you won't want to be there."
Miles snorted, "As long as no one does inappropriate things inside of Sasha and I'm invited, okay."
"Course you're invited, bro. Eric's going to be trusting you to make sure his future wife doesn't do anything stupid! Happening next week. We get Friday off to help get ready and then it starts, then Saturday is the wedding." Sam replied, grinning.
"A party? That sounds like fun. Am I invited?" Epps asked playfully.
Sam laughed, "Sorry, Epps. I think it would be hard to explain you being there."
"Could just say I'm your boyfriend." Epps mock pouted, causing everyone to laugh.
"Cradle robber!" Miles snickered. "Hey mom, dad, I want you to meet my boyfriend. He's about a twenty years older than me, and involved with those alien robots, so he's as crazy as I am!"
Mikaela grinned, "I think it would go over perfectly. As long as 'Sam's happy time' isn't brought up again."
"Dear Primus, all of you excluding Miles are never coming near my house ever again!" Sam groaned.
"And me." Bumblebee added, grinning.
"Sorry, Bee, I get bro-dibs. You come after me!" Miles said, laughing.
Barricade cut Bumblebee off before he could protest. "I wouldn't. Unless you want to be there and have your back seat defiled."
"True, true." Bumblebee replied thoughtfully. "I think I'll come visit the base for the weekend then."
"We do expect to get calls from you two. We need to know if you're going to be doing anything inappropriate so we can ask for pictures and laugh!" Epps grinned.
Miles laughed, "Knowing Sam's family they'll try to get him drunk."
"So you told one of them to call us if the other gets drunk?" Will asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Yup!" Epps said cheerfully.
The days had passed quickly, and it was already the Friday of the bacherolette party. The plans had been changed slightly, Sam and Miles having been asked to return to base Saturday instead of go to the wedding because a new Cybertronian was arriving near Tranquility and they had yet to tell if it was Autobot or Decepticon. Bumblebee had been even more reluctant to leave because of that, but Sam eventually managed to shoo the protective guardian away.
Trent had been going back and forth between the base, Will spending a lot of time with him. Not many people knew it, but he had taken the kid in as a kind of personal project, to see if he could get Trent to shape up, or if the kid was a lost cause. The Captain knew Sam and Miles were a bit uncomfortable around the jock, but he had been trying to get them to spend more time together and to talk more, even if Sam and Miles tended to try to avoid all of Will's efforts.
They were in the human rec-room again. Bumblebee, Barricade, Jazz, Mikaela, Will, Blaster, Epps, Maggie, and Prowl, that is. The humans sat on one couch while the Cybertonians sat on the other.
Barricade snorted, "You really think they'll listen?"
"No." Epps grinned. "Which is why I have my laptop. If one of them calls someone with their phone, I'll know it, and I'll be able to get into the conversation."
"That's invading their privacy, Robert." Bumblebee said, frowning.
"I'm just keeping an eye out for them." Epps replied, knowing he could at least win Bumblebee over if he said things the right way. "You know how many things could happen that they wouldn't call us over? A house fire, trip to the hospital, robbers."
Mikaela laughed, "I doubt they'll really care, anyway. Don't think they'll be making any personal phone calls tonight. Besides, there's nothing else to do. The twins aren't even leaving their room!"
"What's with them lately? I think they've been getting jumpier." Maggie stated.
Jazz shrugged, "Who knows?"
They waited a few hours, different people checking Epps' laptop every now and then. Maggie and Prowl started to play chest, Bumblebee and Jazz were playing video games, Epps was playing the winner of said video games, Mikaela was discussing music she liked with Blaster, and Barricade was talking with Will about strategic war moves. It was about 12:30 when they noticed Miles calling someone, and Epps quickly hacked into it, grinning. They had no idea who was being called, but they figured they'd find out.
"Miles? What's up?"
"Eric, I'm sorry, but I can't watch over your wife anymore."
"What's going on?"
"...A lot. I am going to get significantly plastered and hope I just pass out in a corner somewhere before I do anything too embarrassing, and then forget all that I've seen."
"Damn, sounds pretty bad. Sorry for them traumatizing you, lil bud. You at least get pictures to embarrass them with later?"
"Oh hell yeah."
"Good boy. You can keep my camera until after we get back from the honey moon. That should be enough time to upload the film."
"Should be. Wait a sec- JUDY DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
"Oh jeez, Judy? How's Sam holding up?"
"Actually, Sam's the main reason I'm getting drunk off my af-ass. Sam, Judy, Bunny, and everyone else, basically."
"Who's Bunny?"
"A very friendly male stripper. He's apparently bisexual, and has a thing for younger males. On the other hand he has a thing for older women."
A pause as they could hear nothing but Eric laughing. "Oh Jesus, I'm sorry, bud."
"Be sorry for Sam, he's going to have one hell of a hangover. And the pictures I have are too good not to use on him."
"Do I get to know what they are?"
"You'll see soon enough. I have to go, Sam's being cornered by your soon to be wife to see if vacuum cleaners really can give someone a hickey."
And then there was nothing as the line went dead, Miles not even leaving time for a proper goodbye as he apparently went to save Sam from a vacuum cleaner. Epps looked around at the others in the rec-room with him.
"They better bring that fucking camera with them." Epps said, grinning.
Maggie rolled her eyes, "Two under aged boys are drinking and you want pictures?"
"Too late to stop them now, and it's around family. Family is providing the alcohol." Will replied for Epps, shrugging. "Can't do much against that."
Mikaela laughed, "Not like you guys didn't let us at alcohol during the Halloween party."
"The thinking behind that is you were around responsible people, nothing bad ended up happening after all, and it'll kill the curiousity." Epps replied, huffing.
"Sounds like it's even more interesting over at Sam's house." Barricade said dryly.
Mikaela, Bumblebee, Barricade, Jazz, and Epps were waiting for Sam and Miles to arrive in 'Sasha'. They had already gotten a call earlier from a strained sound Miles as he tried to wake Sam up, saying that they'd be there by noon. When they watched Miles pull past the gate and drive towards them, Bumblebee was happy he decided to listen to Sam. Miles' car had a few more dents that it hadn't had before the party, and it looked like it had been drawn on. They watched as Miles drove closer and closer, only to swerve suddenly. Barricade was about to see what was wrong, but they all heard a loud "DAMMIT SAM!". Miles quickly braked and turned Sasha off, then scrambled out of the car. Sam came out after him, laughing hard. The five stared in shock at the two.
"What the frag is your problem?" Miles hissed, either not realizing they had an audience, or just not caring. Probably he didn't care, as Bumblebee, Barricade, and Jazz were in there bipedal modes.
"Hahaha! I figured out what those stains were!" Sam held up a camera to Miles, sitting on the ground.
Miles took it and looked at what had Sam laughing so hard. "Primus damn it, they defiled Sasha's back seat!"
"Miles?" Sam asked, trying not to laugh.
"What?" Miles snapped.
"You realize that's my parents, right?" Sam grinned, Miles quiet for a moment as he let the information sink in.
Miles slowly turned around to face the others, voice strained as he looked mildly horrified and disgusted. "I changed my mind. I want a Cybertronian as my mode of transportation. That'd never happen in one of you because you wouldn't let it!"
Epps snickered, "You two realize that you're covered in glitter, right?"
"Yeah!" Sam replied cheerfully, getting up off the ground. He then proceeded to gesture them closer, and opened Sasha's doors. Barricade, Bumblebee, and Jazz activated their holoforms. The floor was covered in glitter, as deep as it could get. Glitter was on the seats, around the mirrors, on the ceiling of the car. They watched as Sam opened the glove box and glitter poured out.
Miles groaned, leaning against Barricade's holoform for support. "We don't know where the glitter came from. The only picture we have of stuff being done to Sasha, besides her being defiled, is of some clown painting on her."
"From the way that phone call sounded las' nigh' Ah'm surprised Sam's so chipper." Jazz said, effectively informing the two that they had been snooped on. He ignored Epps' glare.
"I don't remember most of it, actually." Sam laughed. "And why I'm only looking at the very last few pictures."
"Sam learned how to lap dance!" Miles said gleefully, watching as Sam froze up and made a small strangled kind of sound. He really hoped the memories were coming back.
Bumblebee and Jazz looked slightly shocked, Barricade looked bored, and Epps and Mikaela started to laugh. Miles pulled up the pictures on the camera, showing he wasn't lying.
"I did too after I got drunk. So we both know how to lap dance." Miles admitted, saving his friend some embarrassment, though Sam was already beet red. He grinned. "But Bunny, the stripper, seem to take a special liking to Sam. Sam, check your back pocket."
Sam did so without thinking, pulling out a folded up piece of paper. He unfolded it, read it, and if possible managed to turn even more red.
"That is Bunny's phone number." Miles explained, smirking. "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go find Grimlock and ask him to 'accidentally' step on Sasha. That way the government has to buy me a new car."
Epps stopped him to grab the camera, then let him leave. Triumphant, he turned towards the others, starting to look through the pictures. Sam eventually had to leave before even getting through the first ten, thoroughly embarrassed and suddenly feeling like he should get cleaned up.