Disclaimer:

Transformers And Anything Related To Any Outside Sources In This Story Does Not Belong To Me. Everything Else However Belongs To Me.

Warning:

Involves Mentions Hysteria, Stalking, Violence, And Alien Communication

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"Why did you do all this for me?' he asked.'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing."

― E.B. White, Charlotte's Web

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Sam couldn't breathe. She couldn't move or speak or even think. She was drowning. Drowning in a sea of blueblueblue (WaKe Up). It was like the world was getting sucked into those (UnNaTuRaL) blueblueblue orbs of light.

The being moved a little bit forward. It accidently hit something, which fell to the floor with a bang. The snapped Sam up from the horrified trance she was in. The sound also startled the giant who took a step back. The metal giant ended up stepping on an alarm clock that woke up the family of stray dogs in the junk yard.

The now awake stray dogs, seeing an intruder in their mists, attacked the metal giant. The metal giant surprised at being attacked by the animals tried to defend itself. It let out a series of clicks, whistles, and beeps in distress trying hard not to hurt the dogs but still protect itself. Sam seeing an opportunity immediately grabs the discarded bicycle and started cycling away from the junk yard.

She checked behind her to see if the giant was following her. When she found that the being wasn't following her she let out a sigh of relief. She kept cycling, however, because even if the metal giant wasn't following her it knew where she lived. She decided to crash at Miles house instead. The metal giant would assume that she would immediately go back home after discovering him. It wouldn't think that she would have went to her friend's house first. Sam would probably be safe for a few hours before the being finds out where she is hiding.

Up ahead of Sam was Miles house. Miles lived in a blue two story house. The left window in the second floor was open. Conveniently, it was also were Miles's bedroom is. Sam got off of the bicycle and walked quickly to the side of the house. On the side of the house was wooden grape vine structure that reached up all the way to the roof where Miles's window was. Sam took a moment to privately thank Miles's mom for wanting to grow her own grapes.

Sam started climbing the vine structure till she got close enough to the sloped rooftop to pull herself up. When she got up on the rooftop she carefully made her way towards the open window. When Sam reached the window she jumped into the room. Her jump inside the room woke up the shepherd dag that was sleeping near the foot of Miles's bed.

"Woof! Woof!" The shepherd instead of attacking Sam, he started licking her face. "No, Mason. Stop licking me." Sam said, giggling. The shepherd, Mason, just barked. "Sam? What are you doing here?" Miles asked, rubbing his face to wake up fully.

Sam turned to face Miles. Her face was flushed, her eyes were wide and she was breathing like she went through a marathon. "My Camaro is Satan's Camaro and it changes into this freaking looking robot and I almost thought I was going to die and it's huge, like super huge, like it-could-squish-me huge, and I thought it was a thief who stole it first but it wasn't and I was so scared and terrified and I'm never going to take your advice again, I swear to God." Sam blurted out in a rush.

"Wha . . . ? You know what? It's too late in the night for this shit. Just tell me in the morning, 'Kay? You can sleep in the bean bag." Miles then went back to sleep. Sam blinked a little shocked about Miles's response to what she was talking about. Usually he would get really excited about what she was talking about but then again Miles just woke up from sleep. He always acts like a zombie when it came to his sleep.

Sam decided instead to take Miles advice and settled herself in the bean bag in the corner of the room. Mason sprawled himself on Sam lap, getting comfortable. "I'm not a bed Mason," Sam told Mason, amused. In reply Mason just barked. Sam soon got herself comfortable and slowly started to fall asleep.

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Sam felt herself being shaken awake. She slowly opened her eyes, not really wanting too. She had the greatest dream about meeting someone with the most incredible blue eyes ever. It was like she was staring at star fire. Oddly, that was the only thing she could remember about the dream.

"Wake up, Sam." Miles said shaking his best friend into reality. "I'm up! I'm up! Stop shaking me," Sam said irritated. "Well how else am I going to get you up? Anyways that's not what I'm waking you up for. Care to explain what Satan's Camaro is? And why Mrs. Judy sounded hysterical about you when I called her to tell her you were here?" Asked Miles, sounding confused and tired.

"Wha . . . ? Oh, yeah. That. I told you last night." Sam told Miles, getting up from the bean bag and straightening out her hair. "I was too tired to really listen." Miles replied. Sam walked towards the window while trying to untangle her hair.

Sam rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, yeah. Well, last night my car magically drove itself out of my houses driveway and then transformed into this huge . . . giant . . . thing . . ." Sam stopped speaking. She stared at the innocently gleaming Camaro parked across from Miles house. The Camaro that she was running from last night. The Camaro that turns into a giant fucking creature.

"Holy shit!" Sam shouted. She immediately ducked out of sight from the window, tackling Miles to the ground. Miles yelped in surprised. "What the hell, Sam? What was that for?" Miles asked. He rubbed the spot of hid head that collided with the floor trying to soothe it.

"Shh! Satan's Camaro is here." Sam hissed to Miles. "Satan's what?" Miles asked. "My car is possessed, Miles. It's possessed. And it's currently across the street waiting for me." Sam said with a fearful expression. "You mean like Derby?" Miles asked while peeking out of the window to see the supposed 'haunted' Camaro.

"Yes, except Derby is a fun loving cutie and Satan's Camaro seems more of an 'I-will-rip-out-your-spine-and-dance-on-your-ashes' type of car." Sam said. She was glad that Miles believed her, but then again Miles was the type to believe alien conspiracy theories and that ghosts exist. "What should we do?" Miles asked. "Whoa, whoa. What do you mean 'we'?" Sam asked in confusion. "Sam, you're my best friend. I've got your back. So, once again, what are we going to do?" Miles asked with a smirk.

Sam stared at Miles wide-eyed. She always considered Miles her best friend. And she knew Miles considered her his best friend. But Sam never thought that their friendship was that strong. It warmed her heart to know that there was someone in this world that would believe her without a second thought. And that they would follow her into some of the craziest situations ever created. I'm glad that you're here Miles, Sam thought.

"Okay, so here's the plan. You . . ."

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Partners In Crime . . . We Got Each Others Backs

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Author's Note:

Sorry about the filler chapter but Miles is just too stubborn to let Sam go. Now you guys see a major deviation from the movie, eh. Does it seem forced? Nice change of pace? Or did you want to go immediately to the fighting scene?

More Miles – Sam interaction. Some foreshadowing if you look close enough.

Also this chapter is called Partners In Crime because Sam and Miles are like partners in crime. They are best friends and stick together.