Title: '85 Chevy

Rating: G?

Summary: Citali Presebre is your average girl with a car that can transform. The cars is a Femmbot and it's name is Gilgi. Her car warns her that she holds the key to creating a new All Spark. Citali has a run in with Sam and the other Autobots and they have to help each other. I suck at summaries. Read and review. No flames please. I have enough negativity at home, so I don't need it here. THANK YOU!

Pairings: Sam x Citali, Bumblebee x Gilgi

Diclaimer: I don't own Transformers. I do own Citali and Gilgi and their storyline. :D

Recap: "Can I—we come?" Sam asked Citali.

Citali looked at all the other Autobots. "I guess I could sneak you guys. My mom and dad wouldn't exactly care who I bring home." Citali smiled.

The Autobots transformed back into their car forms and Citali climbed into her '85 Chevy, while Sam climbed into his Camaro. They drove off, Citali and Gilgi leading the group back to Citali's home.

Chapter Three: Attacks and Destroyed Houses

It wasn't a long ride. It was nine blocks. Walking? Seemed like it'd take forever. Driving? Seemed like a breeze. The entire gang pulled up onto the white cement sidewalk that lead to a two story home. Citali's home had a sort of blood red-faded tile roof and everything else was a classic white.

Citali and Sam got out of their cars. Then Citali turned back to the robots. "You guys have to stay here, alright? I should convince my dad I'm going to stay at a friend's house in at least five minutes." Citali explained.

Citali and Sam walked up the stairs and onto the porch, where Citali opened the screen door. A loud thump could be heard coming from the living room. Citali turned in the living room to see her father's drinking glass crushed, on the floor, with shards of glass still stuck in the wall.

"Dad?" Citali asked, just a little concerned. Her father had a bit of a drinking problem, but Citali had ignored it until now. She walked over slowly to Herald. Sam followed a little hesitantly.

"Where's the goddamn milk girl?!" he shouted to her, yanking the sleeve of her shirt so she was face level with him.

Citali could smell the alcohol mixed with her father's breath. It smelled horrible. "I'll get it, okay?" Citali said.

"I sent you over an hour ago to go and get it and you come back with what?" Herald looked around and noticed Sam. "With this kid?" Herald pushed his daughter backwards. He adjusted himself on the couch and fell asleep.

Sam walked over to Citali. "You okay?" he asked, offering her a hand.

"Fine." She smiled, adjusting her glasses, so that the glare hid her almost watery eyes. Citali got up and walked over to the kitchen and wrote a note and then pasted it on the fridge.

Citali then ran upstairs and got her things ready. Sam followed her. Citali shoveled a tank and another jeans, plus her bra and underwear into a backpack. She began walking out of the room, but noticed Sam wasn't following her. She went back and grabbed him by the arm.

"C'mon, or he'll get up." Citali said, almost dragging him out of the room.

"Your dad'll get up?" Sam asked.

"Yes. And it's possible he's got a broken beer bottle with him." Citali rolled her eyes.

By the time they were downstairs, Citali's father was gone and the heard a yell from outside.

"Crap." They both said in unison, running for the screen door. Once outside, they saw Herald backing up and shaking as the Autobots transformed out of their car forms.

"Sam! Citali! We have to get out of here." Bumblebee said.

"Why?" asked Citali nervous about the answer.

"Starscream's found us. He's pinpointing our location and he's pretty much about to come and destroy your house." Gilgi said.

Then came a weird "screeing" noise from the sky. "IT'S STARSCREAM!" Optimus shouted. Another robot came down, straight for Citali's house. He landed, crashing through the roof and destroyed the entire structure. Citali's father's eyes widened. Herald screamed and ran away.

"So much for my brave father!" Citali rolled her eyes.

The Autobots began fighting Starscream. Starscream shot a canon beam headed for Citali. Sam rushed over to her, and tackled her down, so that they were out of the beam's reach.

"Thanks." Citali said to Sam.

"Your welcome." Sam replied. Their faces were inches apart and bodies pressed together.

"Um…Sam? Could you get off me now?" Citali asked.

Embarrassed, Sam got up and helped Citali up as well. "S-sorry." He apologized.

Citali laughed and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks again." She smiled.

The Autobots, however, were still in the heat of battle. Canon beams were shot, punches were thrown and kicks were…kicked. Starscream couldn't take any more of the crap that the Autobots were throwing him, so when he got the chance, he took off as a jet saying "I'll be back! And I won't be alone!"

Gilgi, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Optimus, and Ratchet all settled back into their car forms. "Now what?" Bumblebee asked Sam from the radio.

"Well, Citali can't exactly go back to her home, because it's destroyed." Sam said.

Citali nodded. "So, I'll be staying at Sam's house." She said plainly.

"WHAT?" Sam shouted. His face turned a bit crimson, but faded back to it's normal color.

"Well, I can't exactly go to my home, but you have a home. I'm sure your parents won't mind." Citali said.

Sam pictured what his family would be like when he took Citali home. She wasn't certainly as "gorgeous", as his mom had put it, as Mikaela, but she wasn't bad looking either. There would be a ton of chaos, but if it meant Citali had a place to stay, then Sam supposed it was fine.

"Fine. But, to warn you, it might be chaotic." Sam warned.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." Citali joked. "Hold on for a moment though. If I'm staying with Sam, where'll you all stay?" she motioned toward Optimus, Ratchet, Gilgi, and Ironhide.

"Well, Gilgi would have to stay with you." Optimus said. "The rest of us will stay at the junkyard near Sam's house."

"Alright." Citali turned to Gilgi, who had gotten back into her car form. She climbed in the driver's seat and Sam did the same with Bumblebee. They drove off, again, leaving the wreck of a house behind them.