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I am trying to find a SG-1 story I really enjoyed but I can't find anymore. Please let me know if you know this one and where to find it. Fire of the Storm: When SG-1 is stranded on an alien world with a group of Tok'ra by a plasma storm, they learn much more about the Tok'ra than they ever wanted to know. As the Tok'ra succumb to a biological event that SG-1 doesn't know about, SG-1 is in danger. Can they escape before the storm breaks? Or is the question... will they? NC-17. Sam/Martouf/Lantash, Sam/Malek, Daniel/Anise/Freya, others

Chapter 6

Bumblebee wasn't quite sure what to think of the current situation. There was an organic lifeform sitting inside of him and he was allowing him to control his vehicle mode. Of course, if anything dangerous happened he would simply take back that control. They pulled into what a sign advertised as a carwash and Sam turned his engine off before getting out. He watched curiously as the boy prepared a hose, bucket and some sort of cleaning material. It would be nice to have his paint job cleaned. Soon warm cleanser filled water was being scrubbed against his paintwork, cleaning off dirt and grime and it felt nice. He'd been alone so long that having help cleaning up, even if it was a stranger of a very different species, well it was something he was going to enjoy. It would be even better if he could transform, the boy was small enough to get all the tough to reach crevasses in his armour. He listened as the boy…Sam, he should use his name if he was going to protect him and find a way to retrieve the glasses…rambled softly to himself as he worked. He heard all about how embarrassing his caretakers', humans called them parents, were to him, acting more like children than he did. It was amusing to find that despite the differences some of the complaints a Youngling had about their Caretakers remained the same.

Eventually he was clean and dry, even his interior had been cleaned, and Sam got in to drive, eventually pulling into the drive of a two-story dwelling. This must be the Witwicky home then, from the searching he'd done on the internet it appeared to be what humans classed as middle-class. He quietly scanned it and those around, adding all the data to his memory, so far it appeared there were no Decepticons nearby. He would still need to be cautious, if he found and traced those glasses then so would they. He would have to find some way of revealing himself to Sam that would not panic him. That would take some consideration. He fell into a light recharge as night fell and the household retired to recharge as well.

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Sam woke and stretched before getting up to dress for the day. He checked his eBay page but there were no watchers let alone bids. He hadn't really expected any, Archibald Witwicky had been forgotten by most historians for his contribution due to ending up in the looney bin. The odds of a real collector spotting his items were very low, but he did need the money. He grabbed one of Mojo's pain pills and gave it to him, petting him for a bit before grabbing his wallet and leaving his room to grab a quick breakfast before heading out, he was meant to be picking Miles up soon. He could hear his parents talking from the kitchen and when he opened the door, he saw his Dad laying the new path.

"Ron, this one is uneven."

"Yeah. Probably."

"This one is wobbly," she complained as she tested another paver.

"Yeah. I'll take care of that real soon," he muttered as he kept working.

"Couldn't we have hired a professional?" Judy argued as she looked at his work.

Ron laughed sarcastically, even as Sam began walking from the house to the driveway. "Ah, Sam..."

"What?"

"...I do not like footprints on my grass."

"What foot- there's no footprints," Sam looked at the grass in confusion before looking at his child of a Father, why did everything have to be so difficult?

"That's why I built my path. So why don't you go from my grass onto my path, okay?" Ron pointed to the path where Judy was still checking his work and complaining.

Sam rolled his eyes. "It's family grass, Dad."

"Well, when you own your own grass, you'll understand."

Sam bit back a groan even as Mojo finally emerged from the house and hobbled up into his elevated doghouse. His Mom moved to attach his shiny collar and he shook his head. "You're putting girl jewellery on a boy dog. He's got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua, Mom."

"That's his bling... I want you home at eleven o'clock!" she called after him as Sam as he finally made it to his car.

"Yeah, all right," he agreed as he got in.

"Eleven o'clock!"

"Please, for the love of God, drive safely," Judy yelled as the car sputtered and coughed to life.

"Seat belt on!" Ron added.

"Wow. You are so cheap," she turned on Ron as Sam drove away, glaring at her husband. If anything happened to Sam it would be his fault for buying such a piece of garbage.

"Well, it's his first car. It's supposed to be like that," Ron shrugged.

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"I've never seen a weapons system like. this. The thermal shows this weird aura around the exoskeleton like it's cloaked by some kind of invisible force field," Epps admitted as they paused in some shelter to rest from the sun, sharing their water around. They were missing a lot of their normal gear for such a long hike through the desert and were having to conserve what they had.

"That's impossible. There's no such thing as invisible force fields except in, like, comic book stuff, right?" Donnelly asked in confusion.

"Man, I don't know," Figueroa offered.

"What is that?" Lennox glanced over at him tiredly.

"My mama, she had the gift, you know? She saw things. I got the gene, too, you know. And that thing that attacked us? I got a feeling it ain't over," he hid a shiver of dread.

"How about you use those magic voodoo powers and get us the hell out of here, huh?" Donnelly snapped.

Will ignored the arguing, eyes scanning the desert. He agreed with Figueroa, whatever that had been, it wasn't over. Was it tracking them? They needed back up and a way out of here, fast. Epps cleared his throat and Will looked over at his friend and second in command.

"When I took that picture, I think it saw me. It looked right at me."

"All right, we got to get this thing back to the Pentagon right away. They've got to know what we're dealing with here," Will ordered firmly, they needed him to remain calm and in control so that was what he would do.

"My radio's fried. I got no communication with aerial," Epps offered, and Will looked down at the only civilian with them, mustering a smile for the terrified kid.

"Hey, Mahfouz. You know, how far do you live from here?"

"Not far. Just up that mountain," the boy offered, he really wanted to go home.

"Do they have a phone?"

"Yes," he nodded in relief to knowing the answer and being able to help them.

"All right, let's hit it," he hefted his weapon and they moved the boy into the centre of the group to protect him, having to move slower because of him but they would never even think of leaving him behind. Will glanced back, eyes scanning for any hint of something following them and while he saw nothing it did nothing to make him feel at ease.

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Sam grinned as Miles piled into the car, eyes wide. He was years off affording his own car, so it was great that Sam had gotten one. It sure beat getting everywhere on their bikes. "So, what do you want to do today?" Sam asked as he pulled out of Miles' drive.

Miles shrugged as he fiddled with the radio and opened his window to let the breeze in. "Just drive around?"

"As long as you pay for some of the gas," Sam answered, and Miles nodded so Sam began heading out of town. They hit the highway and drove for a few hours before Sam pulled in at the lake, only to see a bunch of familiar vehicles.

"Dude, are you sure we're invited to this party?" Miles asked in confusion and Sam sighed, he'd forgotten hearing about this at school, but they were here now.

"It's a lake. Public property," he answered as he parked. He spotted Mikaela and swallowed, she was the hottest girl in school, everyone wanted to date her. She was with Trent though and he was a complete jerk. Not like he had a chance with her, he was a scrawny geek and he knew it, least that was what the girls saw. None of them cared about his good grades, especially in maths and science. he was good with computers too, though he kept away from anything like hacking. "Come on, lets head for the lake," he got out and Miles followed, heading down the hill towards the lake and away from the jocks. They had fun climbing trees and just messing around, only looking up at the street when they heard an argument and then saw Mikaela storm off.

"Evil jock concubine meltdown," Miles laughed, and Sam sighed.

"Come on," he stood and headed up the hill.

"What?"

"She lives ten miles from here, okay? We are not letting her walk that far or hitchhike," Sam answered as they reached the car.

"But…" Miles looked at his best friend since forever and sighed. "Fine, whatever," he got in and Sam drove off.

"Mikaela! It's Sam," he called out the window as they reached her. "Witwicky? I was wondering if we could drive you home?" he offered, and she hesitated before moving towards them. Miles jumped out and pulled his seat forward before climbing into the back himself, his Mom had taught him manners after all.

Mikaela got in the front seat and buckled up before Sam started driving again. "Thanks…I can't believe that I'm here right now," she admitted.

Miles crossed his arms and glared into the rear-view mirror, they didn't have to give her a lift.

"You can duck down if you want. I mean, it won't hurt our feelings," Sam offered.

"Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean- I didn't mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation."

"Oh," Miles had been about to tell her off, but that was maybe okay?

"This same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for, for tight abs and really big arms."

"Big arms?" Sam snorted in amusement, that was one way to describe Trent.

"Are you... are you new to school? This year? This your first year?" She asked after a while of driving in silence.

Bumblebee listened to the humans as they conversed. He was pretty sure Sam liked the female. He had been doing a lot of research since Sam had purchased him and she appeared to be a healthy female of good age for procreation if that was what Sam sought.

"Oh, no. No. We've been in the same school since first grade," Sam answered as Miles choked back a laugh at how dumb she sounded.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Miles fought not to snicker.

"No," she shook her head, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed them.

"Yeah, a long time," Sam agreed with Miles.

"Well, do- do we have any classes together?"

"Oh. Yeah, yeah," Sam kept his eyes on the road, not sure what he felt about being that invisible. He'd given a presentation yesterday right in front of her!

"Really? Which?"

"History. Language arts. Math. Science."

"Sam," she nodded and then glanced back at the other guy.

"Sam. Yeah. That's Miles."

"Sam Wilkicky," she said, and Sam winced.

"Wit-wicky," he corrected.

"God, you know what? I'm so sorry. I just-"

"No, it's cool," Sam shrugged it off.

"I just didn't recognize you."

"Yeah, well, I mean, that's understandable," maybe he needed to find a new crush. And that was when the car began to sputter. "Ah, no, no, no. No. Come on."

Bumblebee turned the radio on, trying to help set the mood, though he did hope they didn't do anything inside him.

"Sorry, I'm just working out the kinks. You know, it's a new car."

"When I get that feeling, I want sexual healing-"

"Oh. This radio is, like, you know- It's an old radio, too, so-" what the hell was going on? First the car yard and now this?

"Sexual healing. Sex-u-al."

Sam pulled onto the dirt and turned the engine off. "Sorry, better check the engine," he scrambled out after popping the hood. To his surprise she followed.

"Whoa, nice headers. You've got a high-rise double-pump carburettor. That's pretty impressive, Sam," she offered as she looked into the engine.

"Double-pump?" he knew enough to change the oil and add water, anything more and he needed a mechanic.

"It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster."

"Ah, okay."

"And it looks like your, ah, your distributor cap's a little... loose."

"Yeah? How did you know that?" he asked as she leant over to tighten it.

"Uh, my dad. He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, put it back together."

"That's neat, I just wouldn't peg you for mechanical."

"Well, you know, I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent."

"Unh."

"He hates it."

"His loss, sounds like you really know your stuff."

She laughed and fiddled a bit more. "Okay. You want to fire it up for me?"

"No problem. Miles?"

"You know, I was thinking. You know, if Trent's such a jerk, why do you hang out with him?" he asked curiously as Miles tumbled into the front seat to start the engine. It sputtered and Sam winced.

Mikael sighed," You know what? I'm just, uh, I'm gonna walk. Ah... Good luck with your car."

"All right, be safe," he offered, getting back in and sighing himself. She wasn't what he'd expected, and he couldn't decide what to think.

"Baby come back!" Bumblebee played even as he started his engine much to the surprise of Sam and Miles.

"Still want a lift?" Sam yelled after her and Mikaela hesitated but walked back and got in. He drove back into town, dropping Miles off first before heading into a not so nice area of town. 'There it is."

"I had fun. Um. So, you know, thanks for listening."

"No problem."

"You- you think I'm shallow?" she turned to look at him and Sam winced.

"I think you're... No. No, no, no," he didn't know how to put it. "I think there's a lot more than meets the eye with you."

"Okay" she chuckled as she got out. "All right, I'll see you at school."

"All right, have a good weekend," he waved as she went up to the apartment and then hit his head on the headrest of his seat. "That's stupid... that was a stupid line. There's more than meets the eye with you. Stupid. Oh God," he chuckled weakly before driving off. He glanced down at the radio. "So weird though."

Bumblebee was pleased, he had the boy wondering. He watched as they settled in for recharge…or sleep as they called the controlled semi-shut down of many of their organic systems. He waited and then turned on his engine, waiting until he saw movement and then light in Sam's room before driving off, hoping he would follow. Sure enough, the boy soon emerged from the house, yanking his footwear on as he did. It was easy to intercept his attempts to communicate with the police, he wanted Sam's first glance at him to be uninterrupted. It took a little work to coax the boy into following him himself, but he eventually got on his bike and did so. Bumblebee led him to an abandoned industrial site and then transformed.

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"Oh my…" Sam gasped as he stared, it wasn't possible…was it? he watched as the robot aimed something out…no up…to space? What was going on? He stumbled back and away, he was curious yes but also terrified. He turned and ran only for his car to cut him off. He tossed the keys at it and ran only to find himself cornered by some very large, aggressive dogs. To his surprise the car came barrelling in to save him and he stared, wide eyed, as the driver's door opened in invitation. Sam hesitated, torn, and then he heard sirens approaching and made his choice, lunging for the drivers seat. The door shut and the car took off, easily avoiding the police. Sam sat, white knuckled, and then the radio turned on, playing a song he didn't know, but he listened to the lyrics and slowly relaxed a bit, only to find they were turning into his driveway, the door opening. Sam got out and stumbled away, staring for a bit before heading inside, mind spinning. A robot car…the radio…had that been a message into space? To who? More like him? An invasion or something else? Who could he tell? Should he tell? He collapsed into bed, not sure what to do.

TBC…