"What's wrong with you…..grown men fear me!"…Grrrroar! – I actually know someone who's said that!

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MafiaFormers

Chapter Six

Optimus sighed sadly and crossed his arms, shifting his weight. "Our planet was once a powerful empire. Peaceful and just. Until we were betrayed by Megatron, the former High Lord protector and leader of the Decepticons."

Sam looked over at Mikaela and mouth 'High lord protector?' She shrugged her shoulders and silently shushed him. They turned back to the older man as he launched into his tale.

"All who defied the Decepticons were destroyed. Megatron wanted war and violence in a world that hadn't known fear for millenniums. War spread until the planet was consumed and the cube was lost into the stars, cast out for its own protection. Megatron followed the cube to Earth, where your Grandfather happened to stumble upon his frozen remains and the coordinates where imprinted on his glasses."

"My grandfather?" Sam asked baffled, conveniently forgetting the major plot holes in Optimus story like what in the world a cube was.

"What was that thing at the factory? Was that a Decepticon?" Mikaela interrupted, the question had been burning in her mind for the past hour.

Optimus frowned and turned to Bumblebee who opened his mouth, but instead of words a garbled gibberish flowed from his lips, sounding very much like a broken fax machine. That instantly convinced Sam they were aliens. Ironhide nodded at Bumblebee proudly as Ratchet pulled a small device from his pocket and a green laser scanned the boy, startling the humans, before the Doctor nodded and went back to fiddling with his datapad. Said humans still gaping in shock.

"His designation was Barricade." Optimus said, his eyes still trained on the young scout, whose chest was puffed up.

"The cop or the giant robot?" Mikaela questioned.

"Both." Ironhide supplied.

"So the cop named his robot Barricade after himself?" Mikaela mused trying to fit the pieces together. It didn't help that the aliens where being very tight-lipped about it.

"No, Barricade is the cop and the mech." Ironhide said again.

Mikaela looked at Sam checking to see if he'd made any connections, but his pathetic shrug confirmed otherwise. "Just get to the point, who was Barricade and was he a Decepticon?"

"The cop and mech are one in the same and both where from the Decepticon fraction" Ratchet replied, his head down and fingers flying over his pad.

Mikaela held up her hands in frustration. "You know what, never mind. I did not sign up for this."

Sam looked at her incredibly. "B-But you got in the car!" He stammered, not wanting her to leave. It wasn't that the mafia themed aliens scared him, so much as it was just nice to have someone else share in his colossal secret, and because he was positive they wouldn't allow him to tell anyone else.

"Yeah," She replied, popping her hip. "To get away from the mech-alien-thing, NOT to meet more extraterrestrials. My life is complicated enough. Robotic aliens wanting help to find a box-."

"Cube." Jazz interjected, with a lazy smile as he folded his arms behind his head.

Mikaela waved a tiny hand in the air. "Whatever; this is not what I need."

Optimus sighed and nodded thoughtfully. "If that is what you wish."

"Yes, wipe my memory, probe me but let me go home."

Ironhide muttered something under his breath that caused Ratchet to sharply glance up at the large man and cover his face with his hand. Bumblebee shifted uncomfortably and refused to meet Sam's inquiring gaze. Sam got the jest of Ironhide's comment when Jazz slowly looked Mikaela over with, what can only be described as hungry eyes. He looked over at the girl he'd just started to call a friend and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Thankfully the girl in question didn't notice anything, that or she ignored it completely.

Jazz snorted. "Girl, you watch too much Sci-fi."

Mikaela cracked a relieved smile and Sam bit his lip and glanced over at his guardian. "Should we take her home then?"

Bumblebee grinned eagerly and the Camaro's engine revved. Sam jumped and shot a look at the un-manned vehicle. Mikaela eyed the older aliens carefully, before turning with Sam and Bumblebee to climb back into the car, but where suddenly blocked by Jazz. A large silver gun pointed straight at Sam's heart, Sam stood shocked wondering what had gone wrong? And why the gun was aimed directly at him. Mikaela barely breathed.

"The girl may leave, but Sam stays here." Optimus's voice cut the silence.

It hit him then that the mafia theme might have been closer to home then he'd like to truly believe. Optimus had given a signal and the others had jumped to do his bidding. They worked as one well-oiled unit, no pun intended. He also fully realized that although Bumblebee had been looking out for him, and had been personally designated as his guardian by Optimus. Bumblebee ultimately worked for the older man. The one with the intense blue eyes that had seen far too much of the world. The man that had another's gun pointed at his chest, awaiting another signal.

Sam slowly pivoted on his heels; weary one wrong move would leave him dead, and gaped at the older man. "What? Why?"

Ratchet recovered from Ironhide's words and had gone to lean against the ambulance. His face scrunched up in a scowl, Sam couldn't help but think the medical officer usually looked like that. His face seemed to be in a permanent frown and it oddly suited him. He reminded Sam a lot like Dr. McCoy from the old re-runs of Star Trek, his father insisted they watch together for father-son bonding.

"Once we have the glasses you may leave." Optimus said resolutely.

Sam looked at Optimus and then quickly down to his old sneakers, unable to maintain eye contact with the older man. Optimus's eyes seemed to compel Sam to fully comply and he really didn't want to. "I don't have them."

"What!" Ironhide cried angrily, his cannons flying up to point at Sam.

Sam was getting tired of people and aliens asking him 'what' and mortally threatening him. He was partly worried he'd become so used to the constant threats they'd stop bothering him. Two laser cannons to his face and a Desert Eagle at his back, Sam felt his life disappearing before his eyes, but strangely enough he felt pretty calm. The calmness bothered him more than the loaded weapons aimed for his beating heart. He felt slightly better at Mikaela's stricken face to his left and Bumblebee's locked jaw and clenched fists to his right. It did feel nice to have others on his side, watching his back. Even if he'd only know both of them for about two days.

"I said; I don't' have them." He said between clenched teeth.

"Are you not Ladiesman217?" Optimus asked his voice dipping dangerously, added with the dark and secluded alley made him appear down right frightening.

Beside him Mikaela relaxed and snorted. "Ladies man?" She questioned rudely with a raised eyebrow.

That was the last straw. Sam grudgingly hated her for mocking him with three weapons pointed at his heart. Couldn't she have cut him a little slack? "Jock concubine." He hissed back, pleased when her smug smirk fell.

"Anti-social nerd." She sneered back, lips twitching.

He clinched his fists, momentarily distracted from the deadly weapons. "Shallow princess."

"Scrawny wuss."

His face fell. "Car junkie."

She sputtered angrily, "Gay!"

"Enough!" Optimus bellowed, startling the two teens to jump apart. Blazing blue eyes turned to bore into Sam, making him shrink back. "Why don't you have the glasses? Are you not Ladiesman217?"

Sam got the distinct feeling Optimus wasn't going to ask him the same question again without having either Jazz or Ironhide blow a few holes in him.

"Let'm fight a bit more. I was lovin' it." Jazz drawled from behind, and was promptly ignored by everyone.

"It's actually my dad's web page. I just set it up and manage it." Sam admitted.

Ironhide lowered his cannon's and glance at his leader. As Ironhide's weapons moved from Sam's chest, Bumblebee stepped in front of him, shooting Jazz a glare, who placed his gun back in his jacket with a shrug. The black man walking back to his car, giving Mikaela another once-over as he walked by. Sam felt oddly comforted by his guardian's protection, against his own team mates. His eyes traced the back of Bumblebee's head and rested at the nape of his neck where single curl hung.

Sam's pocket vibrated and he almost jumped out of his skin in surprise. He'd been so engrossed he had forgotten about it. He reached into his pants pocket; finger tips brushing over the cube necklace in his pocket, and saw his home was calling. He signed and held up a hand, silently asking the Autobots to remain silent. He didn't want to have to explain this to his father. A broken doll was one thing while aliens and giant robots where another.

"Listen dad, I know it's late but-."

"Ladiesman217?"

The voice on the other end was not his father. In fact he'd never heard that voice in his life. It sounded like a man in his early forties, with a foreign accent. Sam looked questioningly behind him and then turned back around. He'd never out live that username and it was his dad's idea, another mark on the reasons he was starting to despise his father. Some parent he was. He turned back and cupped the phone closer to his ear.

"Last night you told the policemen a strange doll stole your car." The foreign voice said.

"its fine now, just a misunderstanding." Sam reassured the unknown man.

"Sam don't say anything, not a word until we get a lawyer." His father shouted in the back ground. Sam had to strain but he could hear movement, lots of it.

"What…what are you doing?" Sam hissed angrily.

"All will be returned to you, when you return what's rightfully ours." The man's voice said silkily.

Sam felt as if he was talking to the devil himself. "What's yours?"

"What do you know about aliens?"

Sam's head whipped back around to glance wildly at the group behind him that had closed in. Trying to listened in while maintaining a respectful distance. "Oh, you mean, like a Martian. Like what E.T? No! Nothing!" He lied.

The voice laughed huskily. "Well when you do, tell the gang, that if they come back like good little boys. I might let the civilians go."

"Who else do you have?" Sam questioned frantically.

"A scrawny child and a pile of scrap we found at the factory, but the choice is yours." The man said as the line went dead.

Sam's face paled as he turned to face the 'gang'. Mikaela and Bumblebee looked at him hopefully but the four older members all looked resigned and distant. Optimus's eyes shone brightly and where half-laden in what Sam could only describe as sadness, a sadness that hung over him like a dark cloud. The darkness all-around him felt oppressive and terrifying.

"Someone was at our house; he took my parents and Miles." Sam said.

"What did he want?" Mikaela asked hesitantly, unknowingly getting sucked into the drama.

"Them." Sam said jerking his chin at Optimus, who lowered his head to shade his eyes with his fedora while Ironhide growled softly.

"Simmons."

Muahahaha...…I bet that was unexpected...kinda!

Wuss- is also not technically in the dictionary (who knew)

Thanks to!

Talltree-san- I know how you feel about the height, unfortunately the dolls come really into play in ch 7 so hold on! Holoforms *pfft* no….I'll give you a hint Optimus said autonomous bi-functional…..just let that sink in and maybe you'll get it….Or stay tuned and find out XD

Amycakes- cute username! Haha If it makes you feel better I'm a blonde too and the pieces will be explained! Soon!

Sub0chick- haha oops! Actually now that you mention it, I get the subzero/MK reference! *facepalm*I know I loved writing that...too bad this chapter has very subtle bits *sigh* oh well

Faith Robin- you make my world spin! A new scene was asked and so be it…kinda