Hello readers! Sorry I took so long to update this next one, another long story (my computer's a piece of crap). Thanks to the reviewers of my last chapter and please don't be afraid to write one, I'd be glad to hear what you think of it, good or bad. But anyways, here's the next chapter! I hope you like it!

Powerless

Optimus Prime was content with the standpoint that he and Bumblebee had arrived at. They had decided to share their human, because neither of them was willing to let go. Although, Optimus knew that he was at a disadvantage. Sam was very suggestible, and having Bumblebee near him all the time would definitely affect his decisions, and how he would budget his time. Bumblebee would guide Sam into spending time without Optimus, and Sam would eventually forget about him. He had to do something, before it was too late. Sam would not be lost.

The enormous blue and red truck neared Sam's house. It was starting to get dark, and Optimus noticed that no lights were on in the entire house. This wasn't a surprise though, since Bumblebee was nowhere to be seen, he could only assume that they had gone off together, without him. But a scan of the house revealed that there was a human inside. He thought for a moment. Why would Sam not use the lights in his house? Human eyesight is less than perfect, and they need a certain amount of light to see. But the car was gone. Where would Bumblebee go without Sam? The two were practically inseparable, and Optimus had spent a lot of time wondering what it would be like in Bumblebee's place. He pulled in the driveway, still focusing on the human inside. It had been sitting at the table for a long time, before moving up the stairs and entering the bathroom, where it seemed to find something in the medicine cabinet. The human was seeming less and less like Sam.

Bumblebee marveled at the boy sleeping on him. He didn't think he could be more comfortable than lying under his human. Sam was truly remarkable. He had shown Bumblebee that he deeply cared about him, which was something that about a week ago, Bumblebee thought would never happen. He hadn't even thought it would be possible, any of it. But right now, it seemed like the boy really did love him, and to Bumblebee, that was the only thing that mattered. He reached his hand out and stroked Sam's back. How could so many feelings come from something so small?

Sam woke up to a giant hand petting his back. It felt good though, and he pretended to be asleep, just in case it would stop if he opened his eyes. But, as always, his mind began to wander and he suddenly had to know what time it was. "Bee?" he said to the robot, who seemed a little embarrassed and immediately removed his hand. But after thinking about it for a couple seconds, Sam realized he really didn't care what time it was. He could stay here forever. "Never mind." he said, hugging the robot and closing his eyes.

After a couple more seconds of involuntary mind-wandering, Sam found himself thinking of Optimus. Even though everyone had agreed and everything was supposed to be fine, Sam couldn't help but feel sorry for Optimus. The poor robot probably didn't even know where Sam was right now, he just didn't think it was fair to sneak around behind the other's back. If this sharing idea was going to work, they were going to need some more communication, so that no one gets hurt. Falling asleep for the second time, Sam started wondering what Optimus was doing right now.

By this time Optimus was certain that someone other than Sam or his family was in Sam's house. The person inside seemed to be waiting for something. Now who would go into Sam's house, leave all of the lights off, and just sit at the kitchen table? Thought after thought whirred through Optimus' head and he arrived at last night: the man who had forced himself onto Sam. The man did seem a little 'unstable' to say the least, but Optimus wasn't sure about the extent, or what this man was capable of. The best action seemed to be to just sit there and wait for Sam and Bumblebee to get home. He seemed to do a lot of that these days...

Sam parted from one of his dreams he can never remember by a tiny drop of water striking his forehead. Upon opening his eyes and gaining his bearings, he saw that he was now on the robot's abdomen, and that the sky had darkened significantly. The darkness had two causes, one being that it was getting pretty late, the other being the huge black cloud hanging over the ocean, closing in. Sam couldn't see Bumblebee's face, but assumed he was asleep, thereby needing some waking. For a minute, Sam thought about how funny it would be if he could tickle him awake. He was in the perfect position, but since robots were probably not ticklish, he decided to knock politely on a big yellow piece of metal in front of him. "Hey Bee. Wake up, its gonna rain soon I gotta get home."

The response he got was a large yellow hand from his left picking him up and setting him on the ground beside him. Unfortunately, he was set down only on one leg and stumbled around for a few seconds. The cloud was now nearly above them, and it was starting to rain harder, so Sam ran around picking up his clothes, then turning to the newly transformed Camaro and tossing everything, including himself, into the open door. The door slammed shut and the two sped off towards Sam's house in the now heavy rain.

Optimus watched as the yellow car brought back the human that he so deeply cared for. They must have noticed the huge truck sitting on the side of the road, because instead of pulling in the driveway, they stopped behind him and Sam stepped out of the car. "Optimus? he said in a loud whisper, "Whats going on?" Sam was glad no one was looking, because he couldn't imagine how it must have looked, he was talking to a car! "You cannot enter your house Sam." Optimus' voice came out of nowhere, "There is someone inside that could potentially harm you." Again, Sam felt bad about leaving Optimus out, and for not telling him about Matt, who he presumed must now be in his house.

"Oh god, I think that might be Matt." Sam said to the Autobots, who had no idea what he was talking about. Sam picked up on it and decided it was finally time to tell his unbelievable tale, "Oh, he's a new neighbor, and he's absolutely insane. He's like obsessed with me! He followed me outside and asked for my number and then he followed me outside and tried kissed me but Optimus saved me and he's been calling me and threatening me because he found out about-" Sam bit his tongue. That was the whole reason he wasn't telling them in the first place, so they wouldn't know that anyone knew about them. If they did it might change things, like maybe they would have to be more secretive or something. Sam just knew he shouldn't tell them.

"Found out about what?" the voice came from his Camaro, which was weird because Bumblebee didn't usually talk when he was a car. "Wait," Optimus unknowingly rescued Sam, "This man was the one that followed you last night? Why did you not tell me who he was?" Oh great, a bunch of questions that Sam couldn't answer. Well, more like shouldn't answer. He had been relieved last night when he had been able to keep the topic off of that, but now it was staring him in the face. Maybe if he-

"Guys I need to call the police again." Sam said. But crap! His cell phone was in his room, probably in the pocket of some pants on the floor. "But, how can I call? My cell phone is in my room." Sam looked from car to car, and the silence was eventually broken by Optimus, "The man is now in the kitchen of your house. We could lift you to your room to retrieve your phone-" Sam finished the sentence, "And he would never know!" It seemed like a good idea. If all went well Matt would be gone by the end of the night, and with any luck, he'd be gone forever. They went ahead with the plan.

Sam was grabbed by a giant blue robot and walked around to the other side of the house. In the back of his mind, he was starting to regret the plan. What if Matt had seen them from a window? Or maybe heard them transform? The guy did know they existed. But the appearance of his bedroom window extinguished the thoughts. He grabbed the bottom and pulled, but it didn't give way. It must have been locked from the other side, great! "It's locked, bring me to a different one." They went to the other bedroom window, also locked! "Wait, try the bathroom window. Its right over there." Sam pointed the window of the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. Please be open. He yanked on the window, success! He was inside the house. "I'll be right back, just wait here and don't let him see you." Sam tiptoed out of the bathroom.

Sam's house had never been so scary before. It was pitch dark in the hallway, and he kept his hand to the wall until he found his bedroom door. He touched the knob. His mind was racing. What if Matt had moved? What if Optimus hadn't known because he was busy finding an open window? Who had locked Sam's windows? But, why would Matt be in his room? He was downstairs, waiting for him, just like he had been a few minutes ago. There was no reason for him to go upstairs.

Sam silently turned the knob, pushing open the door. His room was a bit lighter, the windows giving what little light was outside. The cloud had arrived, it was starting to rain. Sam dropped to the ground, searching all of the pants, patting for any lumps that resembled his phone, nothing. Where could it be? Maybe it was in his closet. Sam turned towards his closet. The door was slightly ajar, the inside black. Sam got to his feet and slowly tiptoed towards it. His mind was racing again. He had never been so scared in his life. Gently grabbing the side of the door, he watched the closet reveal it's interior. And suddenly things seemed off balance. It seemed like someone else was there. He still couldn't see into the closet. "Matt's downstairs. Matt's downstairs." he silently mouthed to himself, stepping closer to the closet. But immediately he knew his cell phone wasn't in there, for his path was now being lit by the faint glow that could only come from the screen of a cell phone.

"Looking for this?" the voice behind him sent Sam out of his mind.