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◊MafiaFormers

Chapter Eight

Sam clenched his fits tight and tried not to scream in frustration. "I don't care, who he is or what he wants, he has my parents and best friend. And if I remember correctly you need the glasses which only my father have, who may I remind you was kidnapped. So you tell me, what now?"

Mikaela looked from Sam who fumed, silently glaring daggers at the silent Autobot leader. Optimus sighed and raised a hand; Jazz immediately released her go and took a step back. She smiled, but hadn't felt threatened and slightly wished his presence back at her side.

"I don't think yelling at them-."

"Why are you defending them, I thought this was too much and the princess needed.-"

Mikaela felt her cheeks flush and she moved before she could process her thoughts thought, her arm raised and palm flat, every fiber of her being telling her to bitch slap the pompous jerk in front of her. Bumblebee glowered and moved to intercept the two teens, but she stood closer to Sam and before he could utter another insulting word, she slapped his so hard his face jerked to the side and his words died on his tongue. She felt a smug smile pull at her lips as the boy reached a shaking hand to tenderly touch his reddening cheek.

"I think I needed that." He said in a low whisper.

Mikaela nodded curtly as Jazz laughed patting her on the shoulder as if she'd just won an Olympic metal, she beamed back at the man. Behind Jazz, Optimus guarded her with level eyes but otherwise seemed passive that she'd just attacked another person out of anger. It was strange most adults should have stepped in and told her she was in the wrong for using violence to shut someone up. The fact that the Autobots leader didn't interject of even seem vaguely worried bothered Mikaela. It felt as if she'd eaten something wrong and it was twisting at her stomach, churning and brooding, but she quickly dismissed the feeling.

Sam looked over at Bumblebee who was starring intensely at his hand with large worried eyes. The boy looked down at his worn out shoes and sighed softly. He had been panicking and yes also rude, but he still felt the violence towards him wasn't completely justified and coupled that no one was asking him if he was ok was angering him. He gulped and looked up, his hazy mind now sharp with adrenalin. It was amazing how a simple slap made him feel as hyped up as five energy drinks.

Sam hated it but he knew he had to have permission; otherwise Bumblebee wasn't going to budge a step. "Can we go, please!"

Optimus rubbed his angled chin and nodded. "That would be acceptable. Autobots roll out."

Bumblebee let out a sigh and pulled Sam toward the yellow Camaro before the leader could object. Mikaela found herself being led to Jazz's car and followed obediently. Ratchet climbed into the ambulance as Ironhide lifted himself into the large GMC, Sam thought the large blue and red big rig fit Optimus perfectly; large in presence and flashy. He stifled his laughter into his hand as he sat in the passenger's seat, giving Bumblebee a hesitantly smile before the teen hit the gas and they were once again zooming off into the darkness.

"Why do you do what he says?" Sam asked into the darkness, not needing to elaborate who 'he' was.

Bumblebee gripped the steering wheel tighter. "He asked me?"

Sam jerked around in his seat, the seatbelt suddenly locking on him, making his turn difficult. He looked over at Bumblebee his jaw open in disbelief. The teen alien had answered in a voice that wasn't from the radio but his own. It was light and gentle, the kind of voice others just wanted to sit and listen too. His mind got over the shock at hearing a voice he never thought he'd hear and processed the other boy's words.

"So just because he asked you, you follow him blindly? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"Sam I can't expect you to understand everything but-."

"I don't know if I want to." Sam muttered.

Bumblebee sighed and shook his head, his brown curls flopping. "I'm sorry for earlier but-."

"Oh you're sorry." Sam chuckled dryly, rubbing his hands on his knees.

"Listen things are different then-."

"You can't just expect me to just trust you." Sam blurted out.

"Just give us a chance and you'll-."

"I didn't ask for this. It was never my plan to assist aliens in finding a cube."

"Will you Shut Up!" Bumblebee cried out, his blue eyes darkening. Sam was so shocked his jaw snapped closed. "Let me speak, Primus above. What I've been trying to tell you is I won't harm you or let anything or one come near you. So please stay with us."

Sam looked over at his guardian, and then looked away out the window unable to look at the handsome boy any longer and his pleading blue eyes. He clutched at his blue jeans, trying to keep his hands from shaking. It didn't help much but the action eased his mind, reminded him it was his decision. He could asked to be dropped off, could tell Bumblebee and the Autobots to bugger off. He was quite certain they would too, although he had a strange feeling Optimus wouldn't be happy and he didn't ever want to anger the alien leader. Maybe it was the cold blue of his eyes or the way he silently commanded others, or possibly the heavy presence the man had in a dark alley way littered with trash and gods know what else, but Sam didn't think Optimus was used to being rejected. So he wasn't going to be the first to start, and if he was truly honest with himself and that little voice in the back of his head. He was enjoying himself, the mystery, the adrenalin rush and the promise of an adventure. His teenage mind was jumping for joy.

Bumblebee rolled to a stop in Sam's drive way, the boy bolted out of the car, leaving the door open as he rushed towards his darkened home. The neighborhood was quite, and nothing moved. It would have seemed peaceful if not for the tenseness looming in the air. Sam was shock none of his nosy neighbors had peeked out their windows of ventured out to see why so many cars and a large truck had gathers around the Witwicky residence. The sound of another door opening followed by Mikaela's foot, told of her approach. She shadowed Sam as the two approached his house both tensing at the half-opened door. Both teen's breaths where labored and rough. Sam cautiously stepped in his house, not bothering to turn on the lights.

The kitchen table was broken and the lamp in the living room was hanging down by its wires. The signs of struggle where clear and Sam gulped as the pushed his horrible thoughts from his head. The further the two teens traveled into the house the messier it became. Shelves where up turned and drawers raided. Even the kitchen was a complete wreck. Sam motioned for Mikaela to quietly follow him up the stairs and every room save his own was searched from top to bottom. Whoever had checked their house obviously thought he didn't have anything to hide. A brief smile played on his lips, never underestimate a teenager.

"They didn't find what they were looking for." Sam said triumphantly.

Mikaela looked questionably at him. "And how do you know that?"

"Because I have the glasses."

She gaped at him. "But you told the Autobots your dad had them."

Sam looked back at the girl as he walked back down the stairs, returning to the dining room he found his black backpack thrown into a corner and he dug through it until he found a pair of old wire rimmed glasses. He held them up for Mikaela and she grinned as he tucked them into his inner jacket pocket.

"The Autobots will be.-"

"No we can't tell them." Sam cut in.

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "And why not, this will help them."

"I need them to help me first, we just met them. What's to say they won't take the glasses and run off?"

Mikaela opened her mouth to reply but closed it as the thought, she nodded reluctantly. "Ok."

Sam led her from his house and back towards the aliens, feeling slightly more confident he had a bargaining chip to insure his parents and best friend got rescued. Bumblebee stood beside the Camaro, looking worried but the other three remained in their cars. Mikaela walked back to Jazz, and climbed in his solstice with a smile. Sam journey over to Bumblebee and slid back in.

"Sector seven?" Sam asked.

Bumblebee looked behind him towards Optimus who nodded before driving off. Bumblebee backed up and followed behind Jazz. The four aliens traveling in a line. "Yes Sam we're going to go find Sector Seven."

Miles looked up as the metal door was thrown open; he jumped and imminently stood, blocking Barricade for the suited men. He might not have been able to see their eye but their twisted smiles didn't speak of anything good. Behind him Barricade chuckled, but remained sitting against the wall, his head tiredly tilted to the side and red eyes dim.

"What do you want humans?" He sneered.

Neither looked surprised at his comment. "We're here to repair your crumbled body." The taller one spoke.

Miles head snapped back as his eyes raked over Barricades body checking for any wounds or bruises. Other than looking absolutely exhausted the man looked fine. He looked back at the suits wondering if they'd lost their marbles. He had to remind himself he was sharing a prison cell with an alien, anything was possible. Barricade didn't move, which agitated the guards to move inside their cell to forcefully pulled the man up. Miles protested at the pained look on the older man's face at the chains tripped him up and cut further into his raw wrists.

"You're hurting him!"

"It doesn't feel pain." The taller guard insisted as he easily shoved Miles away with one hand.

Miles fell to the floor and watched helplessly as they dragged his cell mate out. Just before the door was once again slammed shut she could have sworn Barricade looked back at him and smiled, but that could have just as easily been a trick of the light. Sighing heavily Miles crawled back to his previous corner and huddled in on himself. This was one of the worst days of his life and he just wanted to leave, just wanted this horrible dream to finish. But every time he awoke from dozing off only left him still in a small metal cell with dim lighting and worried sick about the strange alien he'd met hours before.

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