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CHAPTER 3

Summary: What happened in between Transformers 1 and 2? How did Sam and Mikaela get together? A Sam/Mikaela story.

Authors note: Hi, guys! Thanks again for the reviews. Really glad that you're enjoying my lil' story. Hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint. :) Oh, and sorry if there are typos or wrong grammar stuff in my story. I've been busy with school and I haven't had the chance to read through my chapters to check after I write them. :)

Sam had a good sense of humor. Mikaela will not deny that. It was 7 AM in the morning and he was wearing a chauffeur cap, standing right by Bumblebee, just standing there like a chauffeur would do.

"Good morning, madam. Do you like my cap?" he tipped it as he opened the door for her. "I'm taking my chauffer duties seriously, as you can see. After you, my lady."

"Where'd you get the cap?" she asked as she passed him to get into the car.

"Just something I have lying around," he replied as he closed the door after her. He ran to the driver side and got inside.

"Oh, good morning, Sam," she remembered not greeting him. "You're quite a punctual young man."

I didn't stop beeping until he got out of bed.

"Yes, thank you for that, by the way, Bee," Sam rolled his eyes as he spoke sarcastically. "You're the best alarm clock I've ever had."

You're welcome, Sam.

Mikaela let out a small laugh. Apparently, Bumblebee hasn't gotten the concept of sarcasm. "Bee, he was being sarcastic."

There was a moment of silence as Bumblebee probably searched the internet what sarcastic meant.

Do not mock me, Sam.

"Great, now he knows what sarcasm means," Sam frowned at her.

"What?" she shrugged, not feeling guilty at all. "He needs to know when he's being mocked or ridiculed, Sam. He has feelings too, you know."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam shook his head. "Take his side."

"Of course, I'll take his side, he's defenseless at the moment," she told him.

"Defenseless? Do you realize that he can easily just step on us and leave us as road kill?"

"He's not gonna do that," she rolled her eyes and gave the dashboard a pat. "Right, Bumblebee? You're not gonna do that to us?"

Not to you, Mikaela.

"Bee!" Sam protested. "I'm hurt. Seriously. Hurt that you'd step on me and not her. I believe that men and women should have equal rights. So if you're gonna step on me, you should also step on her."

"What?" she glared at him. "You want me to be stepped on alongside you?"

"We can make beautiful road kill together," he grinned widely, showing that everything was being taken lightly. "Your guts mixed alongside mine. My brain matter oozing with yours."

"Gross, Sam," she grimaced at the thought. "Go be your own road kill."

"But I'll be lonely road kill," he playfully pouted.

"Whatever, Sam, go be your own road kill," she repeated her stand.

The remainder of their ride was filled with Sam trying to persuade her to be road kill alongside him until Bumblebee finally told them that he was not going to be stepping on both of them ever and leave them as road kill.

"Sam, I swear to god, if you don't stop wearing that ridiculous cap," she took the cap from his head and threw it onto the grass.

"Hey!" he protested, trying to grab the cap before it hit the ground but failed. The cap bounce lightly on the grass and settled a foot away from them. "That was my best cap!"

"Then you need to do more shopping."

"What I need is a suit that goes with this," he replied as he walked over and picked up the cap and dusted it clean. As soon as he inspected the damage to his cap and was satisfied with the lack of it, he walked back to the car and held the door open for her. Sam slammed the door shut after her and ran to the other side and got in. "Home, madam?"

"Umm, no actually. Do you know the Stanley's? I think they live near your house," she asked him as soon as he got into the car.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Stanley and his hot secretary wife?" Sam asked, not starting the car just yet. "Yeah, I know em'."

"Can you drop me off at their house?" she asked.

"What? Why?" he asked as he finally started the car and started to drive.

"I'm babysitting Mattie," she told him. "Their 5 year old."

"You babysit?" he asked with a hint of disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yes, Sam, not everyone in the world can go through life without a job."

"Hey! I try to make a living selling stuff on Ebay, you know," he tried to look offended but failed.

"And look what that got you into?" she pointed out.

"There is something that we got out of all our experiences in Mission city, you know," he told her, a serious look on his face. She didn't say anything, waiting for him to finish his sentence. "You and I met, didn't we? Now you've got a chauffeur and I've got myself a girl best friend who saves me from evil cheerleaders and jocks."

"You think I'm your best friend?" she asked him, completely surprised at his revelation.

"Don't let my fragile little heart down, Mikaela. I've got low self esteem."

"Fine, I'm your best friend," she sighed, giving in. It was quite nice just hanging out with a boy without any strings attached. And Sam was a great friend to hang out with, there was never a shortage of laughter. And god knows, Mikaela needed that.

"So do we have sleepovers and braid each other's hair?" he gave her a toothy grin. "Gossip about other girls and giggle over boys?"

"Your hair's too short," she laughed. "There's not enough to braid."

"I'll just braid yours then," he told her as he laughed along with her.

"As for the boy gossip… Have you seen Grayer's muscles lately? I think he's been working out. Seriously, the boy's getting a lot hotter by the minute. What do you think?"

"Okay, you know what?" his eyes went wide and cringed. "I do not need to hear about other boys' muscles. Let's just scrap the giggle over boys part and stick with the braiding."

"Your loss, Sam," she jokingly snickered. "I've got a lot of boy gossip, you know."

"Please, no thank you, Mikaela. I'd like to keep my boy gossip-free life preserved and intact as much as I could," he swatted off imaginary thoughts in the air with a disgusted look on his face making her laugh.

"Are you sure, Sam?" she teased.

"Yes, of course, I'm sure, Mikaela!"

"Fine, fine," she huffed. "I won't tell you about other boys' muscles anymore."

"I appreciate that," he said as he pulled over near the Stanley's house. "So I'll pick you up later?"

"I'll probably just get a ride with Mr. Stanley, Sam," she told him as she gathered her bag. "He'll probably understand my lack of transportation at the moment."

"What? Have that beastly old man bring you home? No way, no way," he shook his head. He then looked through the windshield and his eyes twinkled for a second.

Before she knew what was even going on, Sam got out of the car and ran to the front door of the Stanley's and rang the bell.

"Sam! What're you doing?" she followed him as quickly as she could to the front door of the Stanley's home. She tried to pull him away but as soon as the door opened, she pulled her hands away from Sam's forearms and put on a smile on her face as they both came face to face with Mr. Stanley.

"Hey, Mr. Stanley," Sam greeted the older man. "It's me, Sam Witwicky. From down the street?"

"Little Sammy?" Mr. Stanley's face lit with recognition. "Wow, time certainly has flown by! How're you, son?"

"I'm great, great," Sam nodded, shaking Mr. Stanley's hand. "And you, sir?"

"Well, it's our 7th anniversary tonight, going out for dinner. What brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm driving Mikaela over," Sam told him. "I kinda ran over her moped with my car last week so I'm paying my dues by driving her around."

"So, you and Mikaela…"

"Oh, no, no, sir," Sam quickly cut him off. "Mikaela's my girl best friend. We braid each other's hairs and gossip about…"

"Sam!" Mikaela cut him off by giving him a playful shove. "Mr. Stanley, you have to forgive my best friend here. He's a little bit out of it."

"Little Sammy certainly was a jokester, I remember you leaving everyone on the street a fake severed hand a few years back," Mr. Stanley let out a chuckle. "Almost gave Mrs. Mandell a heart attack."

"You gave an old lady a heart attack?" her eyes went wide as she looked at Sam who has suddenly lost all the blood in his face. "Seriously?"

"Almost, Mikaela, almost!" he told her.

"Jeff, is that Mikaela?" Mrs. Stanley's voice came from inside. "Why don't you let her in?"

"Hi, Mrs. Stanley," Mikaela greeted the lady as she came to the door, all dressed up just like her husband.

"Hi, Mikaela, Mattie's been waiting for you," Mrs. Stanley gave her a smile which disappeared as soon as she saw Sam standing right next to her. "Oh. Who's your friend, Mikaela?"

"Anne, do you remember Little Sammy?" Mr. Stanley asked his wife.

"Little Sammy from down the street? Fake severed hand boy?"

Sam gave out an embarrassed smile but nodded nonetheless. "That'll be me."

"Oh, hi! Wow, you've shot like a tree last time I saw you. What brings you here?"

"I dropped off Mikaela. It's a long story. I'm just here to find out what time you guys will be back so I can fulfill my duties and bring her home later," Sam told them.

"He ran over her moped so he's driving her around as payment," Mr. Stanley quickly explained the situation to his wife.

"Oh," Mrs. Stanley nodded in understanding. She looked at her watch and then gave out an unsure look. "I'm not sure up to what time we'll be. We'll try to make it home by 10 though. Let me tell you what, why don't you just stay and babysit with Mikaela?"

"Yeah? Yeah?" Sam's face lit up. "Are you sure it won't be a bother?"

"Not at all," Mrs. Stanley shook her head. "We'll go on right ahead now. Mikaela, you know our numbers so just call us if you need anything, okay?"

Before anyone else can even get a word in of goodbye or protest, the Stanleys were already in their car and has driven off.

"So do we split the pay later?" Sam asked Mikaela with a big grin.

"No way, fake severed hand boy," she hit him on the shoulder and went inside the house. This was not what Mikaela had in mind tonight. She just wanted a peaceful evening, watching TV from the Stanley's big screen, and maybe do some homework.

"This is exciting," Sam walked in after her and whispered into her ear. "It's my first time babysitting."

"Mikaela!" Mattie suddenly came running down the stairs straight into Mikaela's arms.

"Hey, Mattie," Mikaela greeted the little blond, green-eyed boy.

"Who're you?" Mattie eyed Sam.

"I'm Sam. I'll be babysitting with Mikaela tonight, buddy," Sam told the boy.

"Is he your boyfriend, Mikaela?" the little boy looked up at her.

"He's just a friend, Mattie," Mikaela told him. "I don't have a car so he's taking me home later."

"Good. Cos' I'm your boyfriend, right, Mikaela?"

"You bet you are, Mattie boy," Mikaela rode the little boy's story.

"Wow, you're one lucky dude, buddy," Sam gave the little boy a high five. "Getting Mikaela as your girlfriend, wooo. You are one lucky dude. Care to give me some tips on how to get the girls, buddy?"

Mattie giggled. "You just have to have your parents go away and leave you with them."

"Oh. Oh. That's a good idea, buddy. I'll keep that in mind in the future," Sam offered his hand to the little boy who immediately placed his little hands on Sam's big ones without hesitation. "Now tell me, how big is your television? And can you kindly lead me to it."

Mikaela let out a small laugh as Sam and Mattie walked towards the living room, hand in hand. Sam was surprisingly good with the kid and for some reason, she knew her babysitting tonight was going to be better.

"You boys weren't going to watch some movie without inviting me, weren't you?" she put on a fake pout as she entered the living room. Sam was sitting on the couch and Mattie was going through the Stanley's DVD collection, looking for a movie to watch.

"Of course not, Mikaela," Sam gave the spot right next to him a pat. "I reserved a place especially for you."

"Lion King! Let's watch Lion King!" Mattie ran over to Sam, holding the said DVD.

"Great choice, buddy," Sam gave him an approving nod as he took a hold of the DVD. "Singing lions and hogs with a mix of drama, action, and even some love story. Oh and don't forget about the hyenas!"

"Hakuna mutataaa!" Mattie suddenly began to sing loudly.

"It's our problem-free philosophy," Sam sang as he stood up and then pointed at Mattie to pick up the song again.

"Hakuna Mutata!" Mattie gladly supplied.

"C'mon, Mikaela, sing with us," Sam motioned for her to sing. "Hakuna Mutataaa…"

"No way, Sam," she shook her head as she laughed at the two boys who were now doing a little song and dance number in front of her.

Mikaela felt someone nudging her and she couldn't help but let out an irritated groan as she opened her eyes. She was a bit surprised when it was Sam that she saw early in the morning.

"Hey," he greeted her.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't at home and it wasn't morning. She was over at the Stanley's and she was babysitting. "Shit, where's Mattie?"

"All tucked in."

"Oh god, what time is it?" she asked, trying to look for a clock that'll indicate the time.

"It's a bit near 8," he told her. "That kid's an easy kid to take care of, huh? I thought babysitting was hell. Good thing Mattie boy's a good kid."

"Yeah, he's great," she nodded. "You got him to go to bed this early?"

"Kid was actually drooling before I asked him to change and brush his teeth."

"You fed him?"

"Yeah, made some mac and cheese for the little dude," he nodded. "Hey, you mind sitting up? Let the babysitter who did all the work sit down?"

"Sorry for falling asleep, Sam," she apologized as she sat up and made space for him on the couch.

"No problemo," Sam said as he sat down beside her.

"You're good with kids," Mikaela gave Sam's knee a nudge with her own.

"They love me," he gave her a cocky grin and a nudge with his knee back.

"Well, aren't you cocky," she raised her brow at him.

"You'd better beware, Mikaela, a new babysitter's in town," he smirked at her. "I'll be giving out flyers, putting up posters, and maybe a commercial or something. The best babysitter in town- Sam Witwicky. You should give out my cards to your other clients too. I mean, why would they settle for a mediocre babysitter who falls asleep on the job when they can get one like me?"

"What!? I can't believe you just said that!" she gaped at him.

"It's true, you're a lazy ass babysitter, I witnessed it with my own two eyes," he said seriously with a nod. "Lazy."

"What two eyes?" she asked, getting a confused look from him. She then took the pillow beside her and hit him square in the face with it.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Serves you right for calling me mediocre," she grinned triumphantly.

"Seriously, Mikaela," he continued on covering his eyes with his hand. "I think you like popped a vein or a nerve or something."

"What?" she dropped the pillow which she was still holding onto the ground. "Let me see it, Sam."

"No, you've done too much damage already," he turned away from her.

"Sam! Let me see!" she tried to pry his hand away from his eye.

"I think I'm gonna go blind," he complained.

"Sam, let me see," she asked again.

"Don't poke it," he finally twisted around in his seat to face her completely but he still had his hand on his eye, covering it from her sight.

"I won't," she nodded, as she tried to gently pry his hand from his eye.

"Waaaaaah!" he suddenly shouted as he uncovered his eye which was fine as it was before she hit it.

"You're such an ass!" she glared at him but she was relieved that he was just joking around with her.

"I'm sorry?"

"You'd better be," she crossed her arms across her chest and gave him an evil look. "I thought you were really hurt."

"I've faced robots as tall as buildings. How do you think a pillow would fare with me?"

"Is that so?" she asked as she quickly took the other pillow beside her and smacked him right in the face once again.

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