CHAPTER FOUR

Who's Driving You Home, Mikeala?

"At 1900 local time yesterday, the SOCCENT Forward Operations Base in Qatar was attacked. So far as we know, there were no survivors..."

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The men and one local child struggled through the desert, unawares that a huge metal scorpion was watching them.

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"The objective of the attack was the hack our military network. We're not sure exactly what they're after..."

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Project Ice-Man...

Captain Archibald Witwicky...

Sam. J. Witwicky...Sam. J. Witwicky...

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"But we do know that they were cut off during the assault...which would lead us to assume that they're going to try it again..."

*

At the Witwicky house, and argument was going on.

"No way, you said I'd be the first one to drive our new car!" Samantha shouted, folding her arms across her chest.

"You drove it home from the dealership!" Sam protested, although on the inside he was cowering in fear from his sister's rage. Samantha Witwicky had a temper that could put Judy Witwicky's to shame.

"That so does not count!" Samantha complained.

"Come on sis, there's a party at the lake, Miles and I really wanna go to it." Sam pleaded.

"Are you even invited?" They were standing in Sam's room, glaring at each other, but now Samantha raised an eyebrow.

"It's a lake, it's public property." Sam said feebly, and Samantha rolled her eyes. "Okay then," Sam decided to try the oldest trick in the book. "Let's try a different thing - Paper, Scizzors, Rock?"

"Fine." Samantha mumbled.

Together they chanted: "Paper, Scizzors, Rock!"

Sam used 'rock' and Samantha used 'scizzors' (shiny) as he knew she would, and she began to complain.

Laughing happily, Sam grabbed the keys to their new Camaro and ran downstairs.

Samantha stood huffily in her brother's room, before giving a pain killer pill to the family Chihauha, Mojo.

"I know you get high on these, crack pot." She told him disapprovingly, before settling herself down at her brother's computer. If she couldn't use their car, at least she could have a go on his computer, whether he liked it or not.

First, she checked Sam's E-Bay page. On there he was known as Ladiesman217. It was a stupid nickname, one Samantha had failed to see the point of.

There were no bids on any of their great-grandfather Archibald Witwicky's stuff, but Samantha wasn't really surprised.

Next, she logged onto Fanfiction . net, where she had somewhat of a social life, more so than her twin brother. On Fanfiction . net, Samantha was known as Wicked_As_In_Evil, which Sam thought was a weird nickname, but what would he know?

Everyone on the website knew that she was related to Ladiesman217, unfortunately.

"Mojo, it's gonna be a looong night..." Samantha sighed, as she began to type some more of her Naruto story, involving Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki himself. "Yup...now...should Saki end up with Naruto or Sasuke? Maybe I should throw someone else into the mix for good measures...hmm...who do you think, Mojo? Oh, never mind, I'll just make it Itachi Uchiha, to make it more interesting. Yup..." She chuckled, and continued to write.

*

Meanwhile, Sam was explaining to Trent that he and Miles had come to the lake to climb this (he pointed) tree.

"It looks...fun." Trent commented. If this were an anime, Mr. Trent Jerk would be sweatdropping.

He and Sam almost got into a fight a few insults later but, luckily, Mikeala stepped in.

Sam couldn't help but stare at her. She was the most beautiful girl in their entire grade, and some!

Unfortunetely, she didn't even know he was alive.

He watched as Mikeala chose to walk home rather then ride with Trent, who wouldn't let her drive.

The car radio chose that moment to start playing: "Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?"

It was weird, but it was all the motivation Sam needed as he ditched Miles (so much for bros over hos) and suceeded in driving Mikeala home.

After mishaps, the car 'breaking down' and playing the song Sexual Healing, by Marvin Gaye, and the discovery that Mikeala had learned all about cars from her father, Sam managed to get Mikeala home in one piece.

"You know, I think I know your sister," Mikeala said, as she got out of the car.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah - she hit me in the face playing volleyball last week." Mikeala said shortly. "Nearly broke my nose in two."

I'm gonna kill you Samantha!

"You don't think I'm a bitch, saying that?" Mikeala questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"No...I think there's more to you than meets the eye." Sam admitted. What the hell!?

"Thanks." Mikeala smiled, and walked into her house as What I've Done by Linkin Park played.

"Oh my God, I love my car." Sam muttered.

*

"Sam?" Judy Witwicky called.

"Yes?" Both of them responded. Samantha appeared from in the living room, and her brother stuck his head in down the stairs.

"I need one of you to run to the shops and get some milk, we're out of milk." Judy said, holding up the empty milk carton.

"I'LL GO!!!!" Samantha yelled, before Sam could say anything, and she charged off towards the front door, grabbing the keys on the way out.

Running across the lawn, she stopped when she reached the car and regarded it critically. "You know, those Porches were a lot shinier then you'll ever be." She informed it, getting in.

The radio tuned itself, and began playing: "I'm gonna give myself permission to shine..."

Samantha rolled her eyes and started the engine. "Uh, yeah sure, why not? Go ahead and be shiny," She muttered, running a hand along the strange symbol on the steering wheel and feeling the car shudder. "But it won't change my opinion of you, unless you can get over one-ten K's."

You know what - it did.

But Samantha didn't get to experience that the first time around.