AN: I swear I just get some random idea and find a way to make it work with this story. This idea should last at least TWO chapters. Maybe :D Btw, CLIFFHANGER MWAHAHA

REVIEWS: Thanks to TransformerJunkie, Autobot Firekat, Noella50881, and Fk306 animelover for the good reviews!

Snow Kyubbi: I see it as him tiring out quickly and Orion getting fussy because the dancing stopped, so then one of the two mechs start to use a holoform to do it, but Miles scolds them saying that will just make Orion think that only organics could do it, and so they both do it in bipedal form so neither has to be embarrassed alone. (last part: hahaha so far anything actually dealing with couples I have in seperate pieces, and those are just oneshots. Nothing M-rated though)

BTW if some of you don't know, I started the Prequel to this, called Getting used to Earth. First chapter is Ironhide and the Lennoxes. (focuses on the time period before Miles find's Barricade)

Chapter 27
You: Suitable Distraction.

"Just what is this, giving thanks?" Blaster inquired as the table hushed so he could do so.

The table was large so it could sit the organic half, and then the Cybertronian's bipedal forms on the other side. Optimus Prime sat at the head of the table, and at the other head of the table was Orion. The sparkling had a highchair that exactly matched Annabelle's, though his was fairly bigger. Bumblebee sat across from Sam, Barricade across from Miles, Sunstreaker across from Fig, Skids across from Mikaela, Prowl across from Maggie, Blaster across from Bob, Ironhide across from Will, Ratchet from Elizabeth, Wheeljack from Judy, Trailbreaker from Ron, Jazz from Epps, Sideswipe from Glen, and First Aid from Sarah. Inferno and Blurr were on duty and would be joining in later. This being dinobot sitting duty.

It was a bit of a surprise to everyone when Mikaela basically took on the Twins Minor, and even more of a surprise when they accepted it and seemed to bow to her, even just the tiniest bit. She saw them for what they were, a pair of fighters who had been made to leave the road from innocence quicker then they could stand, coupled with young age, and coped with acting like carefree, mischievous, and highly emotional sparklings. Judy, Sarah, and Elizabeth could usually make sure Skids and Mudflap behaved somewhat, too, using the whole parental guilt thing. After it was obvious that Mikaela was sticking on with the twins, or as she called it, adopting them, they quickly laid their claim on her as well. They could stand sharing her with each other, mainly because she wouldn't stand a fight, but they would get protective or jealous of another bot. Ratchet had absolutely no problems with this, and neither did Prowl.

Bob laughed, "It's Thanksgiving, Blast. A day for giving thanks, basically."

"We could give you this big long hoo-hah speech about how the Pilgrims came over to colonize in America, made friends with the natives, and blah, blah, all around a big whoop-de-doo, right? Let's not. If you guys wanna know the how's just look it up on the internet." Epps grinned.

When Skids reached for his energon cube, there was a small smack as Judy smacked his hand. It would obviously not hurt him, but it would make him pause. "We say thanks before eating. Er.. Drinking, or whatever it is you wacky things do." Judy explained, smiling.

"How do we go about giving this thanks?" Optimus asked.

Will grinned, standing up. "Follow by example, hot shot. But I say Sam lead that example, he was in it head first even before I was, I believe." He laughed when Sam nearly froze, giving the older man a pathetic 'why me' look. "C'mon kid, up." He prompted, leading Sam to do so. Sam cleared his throat, causing all eyes and optics to shoot to him. Well, those that hadn't already been on him.

"I, uh…" Sam started nervously, letting his eyes sweep across the table. Going over each of the Cybertronians, his eyes lingering on the ones he had the fondest memories with, before he stopped when he caught Miles giving him a thumbs up and mouthing 'imagine us in our undies, bro' to him. This rushed the mental image of Optimus in underwear into his head, still in bipedal form, followed by most of the other 'bots, and he tried to swallow the sudden laugh that wanted to free itself. He grinned, "I'm thankful for everything that's happened since I met Bee. Well, actually, I'll rephrase that just a bit. Since I actually realized what Bee was. I think Miles still has that phone call from me yelling about having Satan's Camaro, and I know there used to be a video posted on facebook of me racing around town on my mom's bike from him."

Most eyes, and optics, shifted to Bumblebee for a moment, the young scout fake pouting at Sam.

Sam grinned, "I admit there has been a few… scary incidents brought on from being involved with all of you. Barricade, who I can now and will get back at eventually. Fragger stole Miles." A laugh from most of the beings at the table, Miles giving a: Bee stole you first! "Besides the point, and anyway, then there was Sector Seven. Not only was I certain I was somehow going to be arrested and locked away forever, but not even minutes after that I learned that you can get attached to someone, somebot, in a short amount of time. And don't even get me started on good ol' Megsy. Then there was the dinobots for a brief period, though most of the horror focused on Miles for that one." A smirk. "But the good memories you guys bring me make all of that stuff not matter, not like it's much to make a difference anyway. And, okay, there's some decidedly freaky slag going down with the Allspark energy or whatever, but I'm not dead yet, nor dying, so that's all cool. It even got us Orion! You would not believe how thankful I am to have helped save him, the first Cybertronian who will hopefully be raised with a human family mixed in. Even more so that I could be apart of that family. I guess it is a bit true that our fate's have been intertwined since crazy Archi found ol' Megs buried in the snow, but I'm happy that all of this has happened. I've gained a new family." And Sam went to sit back down, the humans starting to clap and the Cybertronians taking their lead, before Sam shot back up. "Oh, and I'm thankful for Wheeljack giving us a cat Miles."

Miles groaned while the other laughed, giving his friend a grin. They went around the table on the human's side, each human saying something they were thankful for. Epps's list was even longer than Sam's, including watching Prowl glitch, Mason peeing in Barricade, Jazz being brought back, and several other things.

Thanksgiving brought a lot of shared feelings out into the open, some more open then others, but that was only to be expected. Everyone was surprised when not long after the regular inhabitants of NEST returned that Galloway, the official autobot liaison, waltzed in and squared off with Lennox. The Captain won, hands down, embarrassing Galloway in front of everyone easily.

Will quickly found out he embarrassed the wrong person a few days after that, his stomach having taken up permanent residence down somewhere near his feet. He shared the news with Epps, and the Sergeant was quick to share his superior's feelings. The two of them went and cornered Sam and Miles, shooing Bumblebee and Barricade away as Optimus called everyone else into a mandatory meeting, minus the two teens and two officers, so that he could give them the news as well.

The two teens could tell instantly something was up, shooting nervous glances to each other as Will and Epps paced across the length of their barracks room in unison. Finally, Epps stopped. It was still early in the morning.

"Sam, Bee can't stay in Tranquility with you anymore." Epps said softly, not even looking up at the teen.

Sam sighed, feeling relieved. "Oh, is that all? You two were making a big deal out of that? That's fine! I can just bug a ride of Miles. I'll be spending a bit less time with Bee, but whatever. I can still come to base and see him."

"Uh, no... I..." Epps seemed to shrink where he was standing, Will sending a glare at his best friend. "Sam, Miles, both of you are being kicked out. Mikaela, Trent, and your families too. No Cybertronians will be permitted to see you, or contact you in anyway, and likewise you will no longer be permitted on the NEST website to chat or any such thing. All contacts that you have with the 'bots will be deleted, and any items from them will be confiscated. Effective tonight after we drive you home in a non-sentient car."

The two looked shocked, staring at Will and Epps wordlessly, almost as if they had caught Prowl's glitch and froze up.

"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. Galloway's doing this to get back at me. At all of us." Will practically whispered, Miles eyes floating up to stare at his face, while Sam remained as he was. "We're trying to get this fixed as soon as possible, I swear. But as it is now the only way any of this will change is if you two work your way here through the government, join the military, something like that. There are no civilians allowed on base. Even Optimus is trying to make it so he could claim you as wards of Cybertron, through the Guardianship of Prowl and Bee, and that you're seen as warriors in there eyes, but even he's meeting a fuss. And I'm sorry we can't give you both more time to say goodbye, I really am, but Galloway has us by the balls here and there's nothing we can do."

Will and Epps waited for a moment to see if anything would be said by either of them. "Everyone else is being filled in about this by Prime. Once the meeting lets out you can say your goodbyes."

"Grimlock no want you leave!" Grimlock cried, doing his best to pick Miles up even with his short arms, and wrap the teen in a near bone crushing hug. The dinobots were the first they were saying goodbye to, and Sam was with Swoop and Snarl, already crying.

Miles felt his own eyes tear up, "Grimmy, I love you. Be a good 'bot, okay? L-listen to Wheeljack and Ratchet. Actually, just listen to Ratchet, okay? Jack could blow you up..."

"Grimlock love Miles." Grimlock, sounding as sad as a kicked puppy, finally bringing a soft choking sound followed by the flood gates opening from the young teen.

"If you cry I'm shooting you." Ironhide, glaring down at a puffy eyed and sniffling Sam. "I'll just rely on my own hands to mess with William."

Sam grinned just a little, knowing instantly what the Weapons Speciliast was referring to. Switching his coffee types, getting him addicted to it in the first place, gluing him to his seat, gluing his stuff down, changing the shampoo to hair dye, and other such things. Most of them had been Sam's ideas, Ironhide merely helping him to execute them. And Will generally blamed it on Epps.

"No you won't." He replied softly.

"I wish I could make you glitch one last time, but I can't think of anything stupid enough to do that." Miles lingered in Prowl's doorway, having already said his goodbyes, but not wanting to believe it just yet.

Prowl vented softly, "Go, Miles. I hear Barricade and Bumblebee are giving Ratchet a huge fuss."

A small mischievious glint appeared in the young teen's eye, making Prowl feel a bit relieved. He had never seen Miles or Sam look so sad.

"Y'know, you guys could spin off that me and Sam are sex sockets and you need to have sex with us to get energy. And you all do it in one big Cybertronian orgy, Optimus naturally getting whoever he wants and..." The teen continued on until Prowl crashed. He grinned, "One for the road, old friend."

Sam sniffled, "I'm actually going to miss you saying: Autobots, roll out! I wish we hadn't gotten you to stop. I'll miss you, big guy. Sorry I can't be your eyes and ears with the Twins Major in the pranking meetings anymore."

Contrary to popular belief Optimus did realize that Sideswipe and Jazz had made an official club, and he had gotten Sam to inform him of what would happen. Though he ended up mysteriously just ignoring the information. A Prime just liked to know where to be for a good laugh.

"I will miss you, Samual." He rubbed the teens back in a soothing manner."

"And I you, big guy."

The two teens had said their goodbyes to everyone but the one's they had the closest attachment to. Sam stood in front of Barricade, and Miles in front of Bumblebee, the two barely getting a goodbye out to the mechs before they were snatched up and made away with. No one bothered to disturb them, just letting them stay out there for hours.

"I could kidnap you. My current statis is Decepticon Neutral. Still 'con in there." Barricade said softly, laying on his back in the sand a couple miles from base, Miles currently resting right over his spark chamber as they both looked up at the stars. Several hours had already pasted, and neither of the two were planning to go back before they had to.

"Barry, that'd never work out. You'd have to be with me constantly, and I'd like to live a few more years." A light teasing tone was used, though it was laced with sadness.

A soft snort, "You're right, I probably would end up killing you, you annoying glitch." The words meant to come out ruff, but they had come out softer then they intended.

They continued to drive around in circles far from the base, Sam sitting in the driver's seat and stroking Bumblebee's wheel idly. The teen had been reduced to tears with the dinobots, Orion, and the mech he was currently inside of. Things had been great, but then everything had flipped upside down in an instant. It just wasn't fair.

The radio was on, speaking Bee's feelings. Sam sang along with the song, returning those feelings.

"You'll be in my heart, no matter what they say. You'll be here in my heart, always."

"We'll make it back whether you guys can get us here as Civilians, or if we have to claw our way through the ranks. Promise." Sam said softly, Miles nodding beside him as the two stood facing their Cybertronian comrades. Will gave them the sign and they scrambled into Miles' non-sentient car, dubbed Sasha. Bob and Elizabeth were already inside, starting the car and telling the two to buckle up before starting to drive away. Both boys set their resolve, not looking back. Neither wanted to cry again.

The Cybertronians stood there watching the tail lights of the car as it drove away, those not as close to the two boys going inside before it was gone. Bumblebee and Barricade stood side by side, watching in that direction long after the car was out of even a Cybertronian's range of eye sight, silently offering comfort to each other though nothing was said. They were both young by Cybertronian standards, the Autobot still a teen, and the Decepticon Neutral in the early 20's. Both had seen and lost more than they should have, and neither expected to lose the form of their two closest human friends in one blow, outside of death.

"When one door closes, another opens." Bumblebee quoted, neither bothering to check what exactly he did so from.

Barricade snorted softly, "You need to realize those are two completely seperate doors, with seperate things behind them, insect."

Bumblebee clicked sadly in Cybertronian, watching as Barricade turned around and walked back into the base. The Autobot scout spent the rest of the night outside.

Somewhere between the end of November, and the beginning of December
Location: Tranquility

Days flew by as the 'Civilians' tried to get used to being normal again. Out of all of them, the four teens were taking it the hardest. And out of that group two of them were taking it harder than the others.

One positive outcome is that Trent wasn't bullying Sam and Miles any more, even occasionally inviting the two over or hanging with them in the arcade, movies, or another hot spot. Mikaela was spending more time with them, too. She had been in longer than Trent, but wasn't taking it nearly as bad as Sam and Miles. She had been kept grounded in the 'civilian world' due to her father, her friends, and her own strong will. She didn't spend nearly as much time with the Cybertronians as Sam and Miles did.

Sam and Miles spent a lot of their time together, locked up in either Sam's house, or Miles'. The two delved into their studies, determined to get back to their friends as fast as possible. The Witwicky's and Lancaster's would have been delighted by the sky rocketing grades if they didn't know why it was happening.

December 18th, 2007
Location: NEST base
Time: 0200 hours

Almost everyone was asleep. Everything had been calm, and there had been a few blips of occasional Decepticon activity, but this seemed more than usual, and only helped to lure everyone on base into a sense of security.

Bumblebee and Ironhide had gone with Will to the Lennox farm for Christmas, both the Captain and the Weapons Speciliast feeling that the young Autobot needed to be around some humans to help with the funk he had gotten in once Sam had been taken away. Since they had met they had almost always been at least in the same vicinity, and that had suddenly been taken away from the Scout. He had grown used to it easily, and was finding it hard to not wake up from recharge and set his sensors on Sam in the same second.

Barricade, on the other hand, had just seemed to withdraw from everyone, occasionally on speaking to Bumblebee, or Optimus. Otherwise he kept to himself, or was even more unbearable than usual. He had taken into hacking the police base in Tranquility, and then using it to access the highschool and find out about Miles and Sam through that, sharing information with Bumblebee.

He had been unable to sleep, and was pacing down the corridor, when he heard a startled yell coming from the control room, and then a thump. He growled to himself, knowing that Skids and Mudflap had been put on duty that night, and he could just imagine the two getting into a fight and breaking everything in that room. So he stormed in, getting ready to yell, but stopped cold when he saw a figure holding a struggling Mudflap.

"Motormaster!" Barricade stared, almost frozen as he ran through his options. He had no weapons, and he knew that if Motormaster was here that meant that Dead End, Breakdown, Drag Strip, and Wildrider would be most likely as well, to form Menasor.

"Traitor." Cold, calculative optics turned to glare at him. Motormaster dropped Mudflap on the ground, much more concerned with the Cybertronian he now saw as a new enemy, one who had betrayed him, and every other Decepticon.

Mudflap looked between the two, then at his twin sprawled on the ground. Steeling himself, having the strongest urge to just go to Skids and stay beside him, the Autobot stood and hit the alarm, causing them to wail throughout the entire base. He activated the comm that everyone could hear, even the organics.

"'IS AIN'T NO DRILL! WE UNDAH ATTACK! DECEPTICON ATTACK!"

December 19th, 2007
Location: Tranquility, Witwicky household
Time: 1100 hours

Judy was making a fresh batch of coffee for herself and Elizabeth, Miles' mother sitting at the kitchen table and chatting away at her. Both of their children were in school by this point, and the day was turning out to be a good one.

Then the telephone rang, and Judy propped it between her shoulder and ear. "Hello?"

"Judy? This is Will. Will Lennox." Will spoke from the other end, though his voice sounded scratchier than usual, and in the background there was a thump and then a groan of pain.

"What's wrong?" She instantly knew something had to be for Will to be breaking the new set of rules Galloway had imposed.

A long silence as Will held the phone away, talking to someone near him. He returned, "We were attacked yesterday. Orion... he was kidnapped. We just thought the-you should know. I have to go, bye." And he hung up.

Elizabeth frowned as she watched Judy, questioning what the phone call had been about. When she was done she looked sad, but firm. "Don't tell our boys. They don't need to know."

Judy only nodded.

December 20th, 2007
Location: Tranquility, Lancaster household
Time: 1700 hours

Miles was home alone for once, his parents and Sam's going out on a double date for the night. The teen had decided while he loved his friend, he was due some alone time, and Sam had readily agreed, so the two had gone their seperate ways.

He was outside in his yard with Mason the Mastiff, waiting for the pizza to arrive. While waiting he watched a beat up and old looking vehicle sputter to a stop just short of his driveway, and a driver step out, checking under the hood for a moment and trying the car only to get nothing. The man turned towards Miles.

"Query: Would you lend a hand?" The man asked, and Miles blinked. It was one of the odder ways he had heard someone speak. Miles nodded, making his way over. "Suggestion: Try turning on after I give signal." Miles simply nodded again, spending more time trying to figure out what could cause someone to speak in such an odd way, and absentmindedly took the keys from the man, going and slipping into the driver's side, and putting the key into the ignition without turning it.

"Hi I'm Miles." Miles said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "It's nice to me-" He cut himself off as he examined the car, his eyes falling on the Decepticon symbol in the middle of the steering wheel just as the driver's side door slammed shut and the seat belt wrapped tight around him. The hood slammed shut, and the man who had been standing there just seemed to disappear.

"Designation: Soundwave. You: Suitable distraction."