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Another chapter for Forbidden by Law. hope it's worth the wait!

Sideswipe sat in the parking lot for 2 days now, refusing to leave. Sunstreaker was hurting for his brother. He had never seen him in this condition before and it worried him. The sharing of their sparks allowed him to feel every pain and cry his brother would emit. A few times Sideswipe had seen Mikaela walk past the window but she never remained there long. She never saw him because he was parked out of her sight.

And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Cause I know that you feel me somehow.

"Sideswipe, we need to get back to base,"

"No." was the curt reply. The red Lamborghini refused to move. When someone had walked by the car, they even had mentioned that if it wasn't moved, it would be towed. Sideswipe would wait until the tow truck was there to move him.

"Sides, you need to recharge," Sunstreaker tried again.

"No," another dark and curt reply. Sunstreaker had never felt the darkness and pain his brother threw at him when he replied. Deep down he was really worried that something was wrong with him. He settled on his tires as he waited for his brother to budge as night fell.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now.

The next morning, Sunstreaker woke to Sideswipe not being next to him and searched frantically for him. It didn't take long to find him sitting in the middle of the parking lot. His scanners were full on Mikaela's room. Making sure she was safe, hoping she would remember. His scanners stared as she came to the window. It pained him just to see her as banged up as she was, but at least she was alive.

And all I can taste is this moment,
And all I can breathe is your life,

Mikaela stopped right in front of the window, her gaze averted to the red Lamborghini sitting in the lot. It was a beautiful Italian machine. The color was a deep red as it could get. She leaned on the sill to take in all of the panels and fenders, the wheels, everything. Her love for cars overtook her logic as to why such a car sat in the hospital's parking lot. She stared longingly at it. Wondering how it handled, how it moved, how it's sleek body would feel under her touch. It must be one graceful machine.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.

Sideswipe just stared into her eyes, his entire being fixed on her. He, himself, held a longing for her, only the longing was much different. He missed her so much and wished that she would come to her senses. He was so confused the day she threw him and his brother out of the room. He wished so badly to touch her again, to hold her, to comfort her and make her a part of his long life.

When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

Sideswipe suddenly brought his holo-form to life and got out of the vehicle. He stood there a moment, staring down at his bright red body before he turned and leaned on the door. He still hadn't looked up, afraid he would chase her away. He kept his body's scanners on her, watching to see her reaction. Still she hadn't moved, only continued to watch. Finally his soft blue eyes went up and met with hers. For a long moment, both stared into the other's eyes without so much as a flinch. He was the first to drop his gaze from her and he lowered his head and shook his head before he got back into the car and shut off the holo-form.

Mikaela puckered a brow at the man in the red Lamborghini and his odd actions but shrugged them off as she watched as a second Lamborghini moved up and parked next to the red one. She knew she recognized him from a couple of days ago. She was sure it was him. The one she had kicked out of her room days ago. Absentmindedly she waited for someone to get out of the car, but it only shut off and sat there. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Her thoughts on the cars torn away as she turned, "Come in," she said gently. The door creaked open, allowing her doctor to step in, "How are you feeling, Mikaela?"

She smiled and moved away from the window, "Got a bit of a headache, but that's about it." He nodded and wrote down in a small data pad, "There's someone here to see you, by the way. I told him I would ask you first if you felt up to seeing visitors,"

"Who is it?" she asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"His name is Sam Witwicky. He said you two met a very long time ago. He thought perhaps coming here might help you with your memory."

Mikaela took a moment to think it over, then nodded, "Sure, might as well," she said gently. The doctor nodded and turned, "Okay Mikaela."

A few minutes later, she heard another knock as Sam stood at the door, "Mind ifI come in?" he asked. She gave a small smile and nodded, "Sure, have a seat." He pointed to a seat off t othe side near the window, "Do you own that yellow Lamborghini?" she asked nonchalantly.

Sam nearly choked, "I... uh... no, I don't." he answered and chuckled. He leaned over and peered out the window. Both cars still sat where he had seen them earlier, "anyway…" he started, "I came to see if perhaps you remembered me,"

"Right," she said slowly, "Where would I know you from?" she tilted her head curious at him.

"High school. Yeah, we used to go to high school."

Mikaela licked her lips and looked up in thought. She did remember high school, "well, did we have any classes together?" she asked. Sam inwardly groaned. He remembered this particular conversation from when he had given her a ride home in his Camaro.

"Ye-yeah. Math, history, science, language arts."

Mikaela furrowed her brows in thought, thinking to herself where she had seen him in the same classes, "Sam!" she said suddenly, "Sam… Sam…" she flicked her fingers, trying to remember.

"Witwicky," he finished for her.

She clapped her hands together, pointing, "That's right!"

"Listen Mika, I know it's going to take you a while to remember everything-" he stopped when she suddenly got a dazed look about her. As if she was looking through him and not at him, "Mikaela?" then when she didn't respond, he used the nickname that Sideswipe had dubbed for her, "Mika?"

-

In her mind, she saw a man looking at her from a driver's seat, "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost you, Mika," His voice wasn't exactly deep, but it was sure gentle and soft. One of those voices that she could listen to all the time and never get tired of. And just like that, the memory disappeared. She tried to replay it in her head a few times, each time there was less and less until she could only remember the word Mika, which called her from her memory.

-

I just want you to know who I am.

"Mika, are you alright?"

"Why do I know that nickname? I just had the weirdest thought." She sighed, still trying to recall it.

"What memory?" he asked, somewhat excited.

"I don't remember. Before I could latch onto it, it was gone. But the name Mika stuck. Was I commonly called Mika in school?"

Sam scratched the back of his head, "Um… no. You only allowed one person to call you that. You usually yelled at me for it."

"Who?" she asked, curious.

"You should ask the driver of the red Lamborghini," Sam said. She watched him a long moment, wondering where he was getting at, "he's the one who called you that all the time. Like a pet name."

Again, in her thoughts, she tried to remember that guy's name. She remembered waking up to him and a guy in a yellow wind breaker at her side. What was his name again? Side? Sidewhip? Sider? Side… Sideswipe! That was it, Sideswipe. It was such a strange nickname, "Sideswipe?" she said slowly.

"Yeah! You remember him?" Sam nearly jumped in his seat, hoping her memory was coming back to her.

"Only from the day I woke up, he was in the room with some other guy in a yellow wind breaker. Both of them were looming over me and talking all kinds of bullshit." At that, Sam deflated.

"The one in the yellow windbreaker is his twin brother." Sam said, hoping maybe that would work.

"I don't know any twins." She wasn't sure why but the mention of the twins grated on her in a way she wasn't sure. It angered and frustrated her that she couldn't figure out why, "Listen, Sam," she said, standing, "I'm getting a bit tired. You thik you can come back another time?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem. I'll just… go and… you can give me a call at this number," he pulled out a paper and grabbed the pen from beside her bed and wrote his phone number. He handed it to her and abruptly left.

Mikaela watched him go and looked down at the number. She then set it down and looked to the window. Without even realizing it, she found herself staring down from the window again at the red Lamborghini. Her eyes twitched to the yellow one, then back to the red one.

What beautiful machines they were.

I just want you to know who I am.

There! Hope you enjoyed!

Lyrics used: Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.