Drive
CHAPTER 7

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

Authors note: Hey! I told you I'd update soon, right? And I did! :) Thank you, once again, for the reviews last time. I'm happy that you found the last chapter funny and cute. That was my whole intention.

After officially becoming girlfriend and boyfriend, Mikaela and Sam walked hand in hand as they went to some other rides which, as promised earlier by Sam, tried to make them hurl.

There was cotton candy, hotdogs, and a couple of sodas thrown into the mix. Pretty soon their strolling was aimless and there were probably only one or two rides that they haven't gone on.

"Oooh, fortune teller," she awed as they passed by the small tent with the blinking sign. She gave Sam a pull.

"No, no, no," Sam shook his head as he tried to pull her away from the small tent.

"Oh, c'mon, it'll be fun!" she pulled him as hard as she could. He put up a resistance at first but he eventually gave into her. They entered the small tent and took a seat across the old lady with the big crystal ball emitting a white light from it.

"5 dollars."

Sam scoffed. "Give me my fortune first."

"What do you want to know?"

"Stuff, I guess," he shrugged.

"Okay," the lady nodded, placed her hands on her crystal ball and started to rub and look at it. Her eyes squinted and squinted until they suddenly grew wide and she looked up at Sam. "I see death."

"What?" Sam spat. "I'm supposed to give you 5 bucks to tell me that I'm gonna die?"

"No, wait," the lady shook her head and looked back at her crystal ball. "You die and you come back to life."

"So I die and then I come back from the dead?" Sam was definitely not amused anymore.

"Maybe we should go," Mikaela told him quietly. "Just pay her the 5 bucks, Sam."

"I'm not gonna pay her 5 bucks for her to tell me I'm gonna be resurrected, Mikaela," he hissed at her. "I'm not Jesus, you know."

Sam did have a mean side. Mikaela thought Sam was all about joking his way out of everything. She watched him as he glared at the lady and stalked out of the tent.

"Sorry about that," she apologized as she handed the fortune teller the 5 bucks that they owed her.

"I only read the cards, child," the lady told her.

"I know," she gave the woman a smile. "Again, I'm sorry."

She quickly followed Sam out of the tent and found him standing right outside, obviously still fuming from the anger of the fortune teller's words. Mikaela had no idea how to calm an angry Sam Witwicky so she figured she should just try to keep his mind off the incident.

"Why don't we end the night with the Ferris Wheel?" she suggested as she took the spot right next to him. "That'll be romantic."

And she knew it could also cool his mind from the earlier bout with the fortune teller.

"What do you say?" she asked him with a smile. He gave her a small glance and nodded. They made their way to the Ferris wheel and waited for a minute or two in silence as the people in front of them loaded into the ride.

"No frisky business, okay?" the man who was manning the entrance to the ride warned them as they got their turn to ride.

"Do I look frisky to you?" Sam asked the man.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll keep him in line," she pulled Sam inside the booth before the man could deny them entry into the ride because of Sam's retort. They both sat down and the man closed down the railing on them.

"Sorry about that," Sam murmured as the ride started.

"Let's just forget about that dumb fortune teller, okay?" she told him with a smile. The ride suddenly went into a sudden halt and Mikaela's eyes went wide and quickly held onto Sam's arm. "Why'd we stop?"

"You scared of heights?" he teased, a smile finally breaking his previous serious nature.

"No," she shook her head in denial. "I was just holding on to you so you won't fall."

"How am I supposed to fall from here?" he asked with a grin. He leaned side wards and looked down. "C'mon, take a look, we're not even that high from the ground."

"No," she shook her head. As much as she tried to deny it, she was scared of heights. "I don't want to look. I'm fine right where I am."

"You are scared of heights," he grinned for a reason. "I finally found something about you."

"Oh, yeah," she challenged and started to tickle him merciless.

"Hey! Hey!" he tried to swat her hands away. He then grabbed her by the arms and playfully rocked their booth. "Stop or I'll make us fall."

"You wouldn't dare," her eyes went wide.

"Test me," he gave her a cheeky grin and started to rock their booth once again.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," she retracted her hands and held them up in the air. Thankfully, Sam stopped rocking and Mikaela sighed in relief. He let go of her arms, his cheeky grin still in place, probably celebrating his victory over her.

"You know I won't let you fall, right?" he asked her, his smile disappeared and a serious look replaced it.

She nodded a little and leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around her and gave her a tight squeeze. She knew that no matter what'll happen, Sam would never let her come into harm's way. Her new boyfriend might be afraid of a man in a ghost costume and leave her behind but when faced with alien robots, he would never let go of her hand as they run for their lives. She was sure of that. She let out a small smile as her eyes gazed out into the city lights.

"What do you think Bumblebee's up to?" Sam asked as he tried to peek towards where the parking lot was.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"Bee's fine," she reassured him.

He gave out a little nod.

"Sam?" she called his attention once again as she looked at him, raising her face up closer to his.

"What?" he looked down at her, their faces dangerously close.

"Shut up and kiss me."

"I thought I needed to win you a big stuffed animal so I can kiss you?" he asked in a soft voice.

"Do you really think you can win one?"

"I guess we'll never know," he whispered as he caught her lips with his. Sam's soft lips connected with hers and she swore if they weren't seated, her knees would give in as she felt herself melt with the tenderness of his kiss.

It was the perfect setting for a first kiss. The perfect way to end the perfect first date. And it was so perfect that even if the ride suddenly started again with a jerk, she didn't even care even if she fell to the ground right that moment.

There you go. The first date. The first kiss. I've got a couple of stuff planned for this story but I'd probably wrap it up in a few chapters... I have a new story in the works (have been writing it alongside this, actually) and I'll post it after I finish this one. It's post-Revenge of the Fallen and college-based. Hope you guys would like it as much as you liked this... But before that... Let me finish this one first and of course... Reviews, pretty please. :)

PS: Did you get the part where the fortune teller told him about coming back from the dead? Ha-ha. I just HAD to put that in there. :)