Hello again to all of my readers. I know it's been a while, but a lot of things have been going on and its been hard to find the time to write. Plus I've been reading Angels and Daemons by Dan Brown, and have been spending a lot of my time with Robert and Vittoria (Read it you'll know who they are :P) Its a great book. But anyways I finally got around to writing another chapter, and I hope I corrected a few misconceptions about Sam being a slut :( . Its not his fault he's so damn sexy! Here's Chapter 16! -DD

Unexplainable Explanation

Being in that drugged and somewhat vulnerable state, Sam had forgotten all about Bee and Optimus. Only when the sound of screeching tires reverberated through the parking lot did it all come flooding back into his head. He pushed himself away from Adam, seeing behind him the yellow car that had saved his life, speeding away.

"Oh my god, Bee." he said to a confused Adam, realizing that he'd already said too much. Sam shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't-" he was kind of glad he was cut off because he really couldn't think of anything to say. "Who's B?" Adam said looking over his shoulder. Sam looked in the same direction and strained to find words, "He's my... Well, he's kind of my-"

"He's your boyfriend." Adam finished the sentence while turning his head back towards Sam. "I get it." It was painful to watch the disappointment Adam was going through. He walked over to the car and put his hand on the roof, lowering his head. Sam couldn't stand it anymore. He felt so sorry for the man, it really wasn't his fault. He was about to try and console him when he turned around to lean with his back against the car. "Could I just ask you one question?" Sam always thought it was redundant when people said that, because them asking if they can ask one question is already using up the one question the are asking to ask. But he just nodded, "Yea, what is it?" Adam cocked his head slightly, then asked, "What does he have that I don't?

Oh you mean besides a multi-ton robotic chassis? But Adam thought it was just some guy with a nice car, not that it was actually the car. "I guess, he just got to me first." it was true. He would probably have dated Adam if Bumblebee hadn't already entered the picture. Not to mention Optimus. Adam nodded and looked in the direction where the car had sped off, " Lucky guy." Sam thought for a moment. He couldn't believe this guy. How could he become so attached when he had only talked to him for maybe an hour? Sam started thinking out loud, "What is so fucking great about me anyway? I had a stalker who barely knew me, you just met me today. Not to mention the auto-" Biting his tongue, Sam struggled for something to hide his secret. What words started with auto? "Auto-dealership I bought my car from." Sam blurted, running out of cover-up time. Adam gave him a strange look. He knew it sounded weird, but he really couldn't think of anything else to say. What he wanted to say was true though, in the last week he had sexually attracted four beings, and while he wanted to believe he was that good-looking, he knew something else was up. Thankfully, Adam gave an answer to his intendedly rhetorical question.

"Now that you mention it, I'm not quite sure." Adam started. Sam frowned, they guy didn't have a reason to like him? It wasn't his face, or his personality? "When you woke up, and we made eye contact, I suddenly felt like I was in love with you." Adam finished his sentence and sat down by the car, drawing his knees up and resting his chin on them. It may not have looked it, but it was a comfortable position. And thats when the reason came to Sam harder than a slap in the face. He had to ask the Autobots.

Bumblebee was careening down the nearly empty highway, swerving back and forth across the three lanes. The image of Sam kissing the other man was burned into his mind. The worst part was that, though he knew kissing was rather common among humans before a sexual encounter, he could never kiss Sam. It pained him to think that Sam was missing out on something that humans craved. A car simply could not fill the void of another human. Not in someone so special as Sam. Just as the speedometer hit 90, he started to see some familiar headlights up ahead, on the other side of the highway. Jumping up and transforming in midair, Bumblebee landed square on the bed of the truck, who started to brake. "What is going on Bee?" the truck said, still not at a complete stop. Optimus Prime was getting used to the more human-like language he recently decided to use. "We can't go back to the hospital." Bumblebee said with a solemn tone, "Pull into the woods here I need to talk to you." Although very confused, the truck obliged. The two of them pulled off of the road and into the forest. Oddly enough, they had been there before.

"You need to take me home now." Sam seemed suddenly frantic. "I need to go talk to Bee." Unfortunately, the boy's house was probably quite unavailable at the moment. Plus he had been ordered to take the boy to the hospital, and they hadn't made it there yet. "Impossible." Adam said, "Your house is full of Officers right about now. You shouldn't count on going back there for at least 24 hours." Sam kept talking about someone named B. What kind of a name was B? Was it short for something? And couldn't he just call his boyfriend on the phone from the hospital, where he was supposed to be right now? He wasn't exactly sure if the hospital would be necessary anymore though. By the looks of it, Sam was fine. The drugs had obviously worn off. But where else would he stay? "You'll just have to go into the hospital and get checked out." he said, half-heartedly. "I can't go in there!" the boy said, with loads of dread in his voice, "I won't get out until my parents come home from vacation! Thats like a week!" Adam turned his head sideways on his knees to stare at a sideways Sam. "Then where are you gonna stay? You can't go to your house right now." Sam looked as if he knew what he wanted, but was having trouble finding the right words. After a few moments of biting his lip, Sam spoke. "Well, where do you live?"

Bumblebee and Optimus sat in the same clearing where they had once battled Starscream for Sam. It was also the place where Bumblebee had his first... encounter with Sam. In fact, this place had Sam written all over it. There was the tree they sat next to when Sam had gotten amnesia. They both thoroughly missed the boy, and after hearing of Sam's actions with the other man, Optimus Prime could not hide his feelings of disappointment. He didn't mind sharing Sam with Bumblebee, mostly because he actually felt pretty strongly for him as well, but he would never tell him that. Sam kissing another man brought new feelings to Optimus, which was rare because he had been alive for so long. "I just can't believe it." he said, breaking the silence that had pervaded the minutes. "I feel so-" he started but Bumblebee finished, "Jealous. Hurt." Those two adjectives seemed to best describe the moment. But then a sudden realization hit Bumblebee, who's head jolted up, "Hey, why weren't you jealous when I was with Sam?" Optimus Prime was trapped. The yellow Autobot certainly wasn't stupid.

In the passenger seat of the police car, Sam recounted the morning a few days ago when he had first seen Matt. The man was looking to buy the old neighbor's house, and as he drove by, or rather rode by inside Bumblebee, he had made eye contact with Matt. He had given him a long stare, and as he did, the man's eye had widened. But Sam quickly forgot all about that and went on with his ride with Bumblebee. Matt had wanted him as soon has he had seen his eyes, exactly as Adam had 'fallen in love' with him as soon as he had woken up, showing his eyes. There was no doubt about it, there was something inside of him that made people, so far only men, fall in love with him. But something in the back of Sam's mind nudged the thought away from him. He suddenly wanted to stop. He wanted to get out of the car. He could almost see images of what he was headed for, but the car needed to stop. "Stop the car!" he yelled at Adam, who had eagerly accepted the boy's plea to stay at his apartment. "What?" Adam didn't know what was happening. "Just stop the car!" Sam repeated, and Adam obliged, slamming on the brakes. "What is it?" he started to ask, but before he could react, Sam had, in one swift motion, taken some handcuffs from the glove-compartment and chained his hand to the steering wheel, stuffing the keys into his pocket. The boy then exited the car without an explanation.

Jumping over the median and stumbling slightly on the pavement, Sam headed straight for the woods. Something was calling him there, and unlike Adam, who was calling him back to the car, this didn't have a voice. There was some force from within, beckoning him down the path. It looked familiar, and as he neared the inner-most part, he started to hear voices that also sounded familiar.