-1A huge thanks to Bubbilicous Genius for helping out with here on out.
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The convoy rolled down the narrow street, led as always by that distinctive flame-painted big rig. Barricade had stayed behind, as was to be expected since few would believe that he'd defected. Rumble, Ravage and Scorponok were helping Barricade guard the base, and Megatron was with them too. Quietly riding with Optimus, Sarah was actually rather looking forward to meeting Sam. Sure she saw him in her dreams, witnessed his brave deeds every night, but now she was about to actually meet him. A lot of things had changed since he'd last been around the Autobots, one of the more major changes being her presence… and that of her guardian. She'd tell him herself, she decided. It didn't seem like it would be very hard, she decided, as the boy literally came sprinting out of the house to meet them. Sheer delirious joy became confusion as he saw her exit the vehicle. "Hello there," she said with a smile. "You're Sam, right? My name's Sarah." A little bit at a loss for words, he just nodded and they shook hands. "So… uh… how'd you end up with the Autobots?" She smiled. "It's a long story… One best told over either a milkshake or a very strong alcoholic beverage. The second option is out, so what would you say to lunch at McDonald's and a full explanation from me?" He readily agreed to that. Since two young adults and a very large truck would be entirely too unlikely to be inconspicuous and Bumblebee was better known to most as Sam's car anyway, it was a logical conclusion that the yellow Autobot provided transportation.
Exiting the vehicle, something drew Sarah's attention skyward. There was an airplane overhead, a fairly large one at that, and it appeared to be… circling over the building they were about to enter? "…Oh no. Somebody please tell me that's not…" Stepping closer, Sam followed her gaze and saw the airplane as well. "Why is that jet circling overhead?" Rolling her eyes, Sarah sighed. "…Oh, it's just asking for trouble. Some folks have guardian angels. I have a guardian devil. Is that just screwed up or what?" Sam shrugged. "Guardian devil? More like a guardian weapon-loaded warplane, if you ask me." Shrugging back, Sarah paid the jet no more mind, merely entering the restaurant. "That's nothing, really, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you." They got their food and took a seat in the corner. Sam immediately got serious. "After meeting the Autobots, I'd believe pretty much anything, up to and including Frenzy jumping out of that garbage can and trying to, like, eat my face or something." To his luck, something very like that happened.
A blue version of Rumble took a headlong leap straight out of the garbage can to land on Sam, who yelped in utter terror. Sarah's reaction was different. "Rumble, stop! He's a friend!" The words were out before she realized that this wasn't her little friend. Sam, for his part, was busy. "Rumble? Who's Rumble?" Those words were spoken quickly as he tried to throw his attacker off. Sarah didn't even really need to hear that. "Ah. Not Rumble, then. I guess it's time for me to do my thing." Her odd blue tattoos came to life in that moment, a brilliant rush of lightning that reached out to touch Sam's attacker. Her voice, when she spoke, was utterly alien. "Stop." The blue twin of her little Rumble ceased his attack and held utterly still. "Get off him," she commanded. Her target got down and just stood there like a statue, docile as could be. Sam, for his part, only had one thing to say. "What the heck was that?" Still sparkling blue, Sarah walked closer to the spiky little creature. "State your name," she said. "F-Frenzy," it squeaked. "I could have told you that," Sam said. "But what's he doing in the garbage can, and why are you blue?"
The flurry of questions didn't distract Sarah in the slightest. "State your intentions," she commanded. The answer seemed forced, as if some unknown power were dragging the words out. "Frenzy c-come to kill human boy. Human boy k-killed Megatron." There was a pause. "Human boy d-destroy All Spark, too." Drawing back slightly, Sarah smirked. "I could tell you a thing or two about both those assertions, but you wouldn't believe me on either count. The truth is far stranger than that. Go home." Frenzy left quietly at that, seemingly fighting it all the way. The blue lightning shimmering along her body returned to the distinctive looping, spiraling tattoos that covered her even as she turned back to Sam. "You… wouldn't believe me either." Sam only stared at her in wonder. "I believe I would if your tried to put an effort in explaining," he told her, still dazed by the event. She settled down again and prepared to tell her story.
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