Title: Owls and Larks
Author: BlueLunacy7
Chapter Warnings: Profanity
Pairings: Sam/Bee
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, the any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in anyway, shape, or form. Basically, nothing you recognize is mine.
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Chapter 8: Oh Noes! It's Sector 7!
There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and disheveled desolation. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sam wondered, as he realized that he couldn't sneak away because Sector 7 agents were freakin' every damn where, that if he asked nicely would Ironhide put him out of his misery?
The Agent who indentified himself as Simmons, was flashing his badge to Sam's parents while other agents filled the yard, scanning their surroundings with strange instruments, evaluating even stranger read outs. Not good, though it was funny to hear his mother yelling at Simmons about her yard. Thankfully the Autobots were gone, since PARA and Sector 7 were not on friendly terms with each other and he wasn't sure if his inference would be in their favor or not.
"Are you Samuel Wikity?" Agent Simmons asked Sam with a creepy smile that he guessed was supposed to be disarming.
"Noo." Sam drawled, "I'm Sam Witwicky."
Simmons smiled became sharper, "You work for PARA correct?"
'Well shit,' "Yes."
"Do you own a 1976 yellow Camaro?" Simmons asked. When Sam didn't answer, he continued, "It's a National Security matter son."
Sam gave him a disbelieving look, "My car is a National Security matter?"
Then Simmons dropped his bombshell, "We have information that your car is alive."
"It's a sentient haunt." Sam explained as his mind raced to try to figure out who could have given Sector 7 that information so he could kick their asses later, "I don't know how that concerns the E.T Squad since it's a PARA matter."
"Where is your car now?" The agent asked eagerly, ignoring the E.T Squad reference.
"Gone." Sam said with a shrug. 'Like I'm gonna tell you where he is.'
"Gone huh?" The agent repeated sarcastically, "We need you come with us."
Sam's mother moved in front of him, hands holding a baseball bat, "You're not taking my son."
"Really?" Simmons smirked condescendingly, "You gonna get rough with us?"
"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here." Sam father stated adding his own two cents.
"There's something a little fishy about you, your son, and this whole operation you got going on here." Simmons snapped back, taking out a small cylindrical device that began clicking rapidly when he waved it front of Sam, "Fourteen on the counter. Tag and bag'em."
Out of nowhere, agents poured into the room from every direction. Strong hands wrestled and manhandled the four of them roughly out of the house into the front yard and out onto the street, towards a row waiting black SUVs. It was too crowded for Sam to transform and he wasn't sure what the agents would do to his parents if he did.
Struggling, his father yelled out. "Do not say anything, Sam! Not a word, till we get a lawyer!"
"If you hurt my baby, I'll beat the shit out of you bastards!" His mother shouted at the agents as both of them were shoved into a SUV. Mikaela was shoved into another SUV while Sam was dragged to the other side with Simmons.
"I'm going to give you another chance to cooperate us." Simmons stated holding up a cell phone.
"Out of the kindness of your heart I bet." Sam sneered as the agent holding him undid one of the cuffs.
"Got your boss on the phone," Simmons replied handing Sam the phone, "he wants to talk to you."
"What?" Sam growled into the phone, knowing exactly who it was.
"You're going cooperate with Sector 7 and turn the car over to them." The hated nasal twang of Director Badcoke whined over the phone.
"You know what they'll do to him." 'The same thing you would have done, if I had told you about him.' Sam didn't take his eyes of Simmons, who smirked at him. 'Please God, gimme one chance to kick his ass, just one and I'll be happy.'
"We can't afford a fight with Sector 7 at the moment, not with all the activity lately." Director Badcoke retorted, "Do it or you're fired."
Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Working with PARA wasn't just a job for Sam; it was training for himself and protection for his parents. If he lost PARA's support his parents would be in danger by dragon hunters, they would be hunted and it would be his fault again. He was too young, too weak to protect them without PARA's help.
"You can go to hell." Sam opened his eyes and hung the phone up, dropping it on the ground. He couldn't do it. As mad he was with Bumblebee, even if their relationship as a lie, even if it meant his parents were now in danger, he couldn't do it. "I'm not turning him over to either of you so you can take him apart."
"That was not smart kid." Simmons stated as he cuffed Sam again, "Really not smart."
"I don't fuck my friends over for any reason." Sam replied as he was shoved into a SUV with Mikaela. One by one the line of SUVs pulled smoothly out into the street, and sped off. From behind the house and among a cluster of trees, five pairs glowing blue eyes stared out of the darkness before departing.
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"Just shut up!" Sam told Simmons who kept bugging him to tell him where Bee was as the SUV convoy flew down the road. "I'm not telling you anything."
"Hey, you see this?" Simmons stated with smug superiority that made Sam want to knock his teeth down his throat as the agent took a badge out of his coat and waved it in front of the unimpressed teens, "This is a do whatever I want and get away with it badge.
"I've got one of those too." Sam said with a smile that was not nice, knowing his pupils were becoming oblong and his brown irises were streaked with green, "Pull over and I'll show you."
"I'm gonna lock you up forever." Simmons told him, seemingly unconvinced but there was slight tremor in his voice, "You are going to end up a science experiment."
"Yeah right rent-a-cop," Mikaela added her two cents in, "Go back to your mall."
"You, in the training bra," Simmons pointed at her with a glare, "Do not test me, especially with your daddy's parole coming up."
Surprised, Sam looked at Mikaela, titling his head and inquired, "Parole?"
Mikaela didn't look at Sam and said nothing, but if looks could kill Simmons would have been a twitching mess.
"You don't want your boyfriend to know?" He turned to Sam, "Her daddy's in jail for grand theft auto. She's got her own juvie record to prove it! She's a criminal." He looked Mikaela up and down, leering, "Criminals are hot!"
"Is that your problem? You haven't gotten laid in a while?" Sam asked in disgust, feeling the need to defend Mikaela against a common enemy, "I wouldn't have guessed that young girls would be to your taste."
A look of pure fury flashed across the man's face as he snarled "It is time to talk!"
Sam kept his eyes on the agent as he quietly snapped the chain that was holding the hand cuffs together, making sure not to give away the fact that he was free. If the situation was going to dissolve into violence, he wanted to be ready. He was so focused on the agent that he didn't seeing the huge metal foot that slammed down in front of the SUV, too close for the driver to miss. Strangely over the commotion of the collision, Sam could hear the rapid ticking of the odd device Simmons had used earlier.
Suddenly, large fingers came through the windows and the car was abruptly airborne. Blinding light filled the interior of the car as its tires spun loudly and futilely. There was a groan of metal as SUV's roof suddenly gave way, separating from the main body that dropped back to Earth. It bounced wildly on its shocks as its tires made contact with the blacktop below them.
"Boss Bot, you have the best timing." Sam muttered before addressing the agents in the front seat, "Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, Optimus Prime."
"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus Prime said sternly as a dozen agents raised their guns, "Autobots! Relieve them of their weapons."
Sam couldn't help but smile as the other Autobots appeared from the darkness with ground shaking thumps. The tide had definitely turned.
"Freeze!" Ironhide bellowed, brandishing his cannons.
"Give me those!" With a wave of Jazz's hand, the agents' guns went flying.
Optimus Prime leaned down, studying the agents a moment before speaking, "You do not seem surprised by our existence."
"Look there are S7 protocols, okay?" Simmons explained nervously, with his hands in the air, "I'm not authorized to communicate with you... except to tell you that I cannot communicate with you."
"Get out of the car." Optimus Prime's eyes narrowed as he ordered sternly with a voice that made Sam wiggle in his seat.
"Uh...me?" Simmons hesitated, "You want me to..."
"NOW!" Sam was the first one out of the car with that order, even with it not directed at him. He finished destroying his handcuffs and looked over at Mikaela, who was finished unlocking hers, "You picked locks too?"
"I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in." Mikaela snapped, throwing the cuffs down, "When have you ever sacrificed anything in your perfect little life?"
Sam's good mood evaporated and the stress of the night made his temper finally snapped, "Listen up, you little bitch and listen well, because I'm saying this once and only once: I. Do. Not. Care. I do not care why your daddy's in jail; I do not care why you have a criminal record." He got right into her face, "You do not know a goddamn thing about me; if you did you would be running the other direction rather than trying to get into my fucking pants. So play your fucking 'pity me' game with someone else cause I am not in the fucking mood."
Sam walked away without giving her a chance to respond, stepping around the car and transforming before going to interrogate Simmons, simply not wanting to be human at the moment. Sam was pleased to hear the gasps from the agents and to see Simmons going pale when Sam approached him, using his size to intimidate.
"You remember bragging about that do whatever I want and get away with it badge?" Sam asked, baring his teeth in a draconic smile, "This is mine."
"You can't kill me." Simmons stuttered. "You can't."
'But I can scare the crap out of you.' Sam thought as he stood in front of the trembling agent, realizing that Simmons was more afraid of him than he was of the Autobots. Filing that information away for later, he learned in close and asked, "Who told you about my car?"
Simmons sneered the best he could over his fear, "Wouldn't you like to know, you over grown lizard?"
Before Sam could respond to that, Bee made his opinion known, making Sam back up quickly. What looked like an oil filter came flying out of Bee's crotch, bopping the back of the agent's head followed by a hot spray of liquid something that smelled really foul.
Sam chuckled as Bee basically peed on the agent. "Your maturity level astounds me, Bee."
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man!" Optimus Prime commanded, though Sam noticed he had waited a few moments before making that order. Bee gave them both a looked that said, 'What? He deserved it.'
"Get that thing to stop, huh?" Simmons complained in disgust.
Sam leaned in once again to speak with the agent, but not to close as the smell was terrible, "You want to answer my questions now?" All he got for his trouble was a glare. Sam had to respect Simmons if only vaguely, he was an S.O.B but he was a dedicated S.O.B.
Raising his head, Sam asked, "Hey Jazz, did you happen to snag cuffs along with their guns?"
It was a little vindictive, okay it was very vindictive.
"Alright, tough guy, take it off." Mikaela had come out of her little sulk thankfully. She was now having her revenge on Simmons as she cuffed him and the rest of the agents together.
"What?"
"Your clothes. All of it. Off." Sam couldn't help but smile at Mikaela's sharp order. He might end up liking her, at least a little.
"What for?" Simmons squawked.
"Well, personally for me, it's because you're an ass." Sam said with a smile, "But for her I think it's because you threaten her dad."
"This is the beginning of the end of your lives," Simmons snarled as he started stripping off his suit.
"I'm sure." Mikaela said patronizingly, "Get behind the pole."
Simmons just didn't know when to shut up. "I'm going to hunt the both of you down."
"Take a number and get at the back of the line." Sam told him when suddenly there was a whup-whup of several helicopters in distance. A moment later a fleet of SUV's came roaring down road. Sam couldn't help but comment to Simmons, "You guys are like roaches aren't you? When you find one out in the open, there's like fifty billion of the little bastards in the walls."
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It was rollercoaster night, going up then down, then up and down again.
Sam was presently clinging upside down to the underside of the bridge, his scales a dull grey, matching the cement perfectly, hiding from the helicopters that were currently searching for them. Optimus Prime clung to the other side of the bridge with Mikaela perched on his shoulder with Sam's bag that he had fished out of the ruins of the Sector 7 SUV.
He would have let Mikaela play dragon rider when they escaped the E.T. Squad. It would have annoyed him to no end but he would have done it. However, at the moment his scales weren't silky smooth as they normally were. Too much stress, too much adrenaline was pumping through him tonight, his scales had taken a sandpaper-like roughness to them that until he calmed down, he couldn't change them. A passive defense, but one that would scrape Mikaela to the bone without protection they didn't have. So she was riding on Optimus Prime, hiding from the E.T. Squad.
They were fine until things decided to go from bad to worse.
One of the helicopters came under the bridge to search for them. Thick purple smoke suddenly filled the area under the bridge, coming from the helicopter. Sam recognized it the moment he breathed it in and began sneezing as his lungs burned: Dragon's Bane.
'Badcoke, you bastard.' Sam thought between sneezes, eyes watering. Dragon's Bane was rare, especially in this form. The only way that Sector 7 could have gotten it was from PARA.
All dragons were violently allergic to Dragon's Bane in all its forms. In pure dragons, it caused swelling of the airways making almost impossible to breathe until antidote was administered. With draconic halflings like Sam, it triggered constant sneezing, making it hard for them to catch their breath. But for them it had one powerful side effect.
Almost completely unaffected in their human forms, while in their draconic forms, it would trigger a halfling's body to change back into a human and then basically locked them into that form for the next several hours.
That's what was happening to Sam.
He clung best he could, beginning to feel light headed as pain racked his body that was quickly and excruciatingly changing from dragon to human. As he lost his grip when the wind from the helicopter's blades batted against him, he heard Mikaela's voice scream, "I'm slipping!"
Both of them were falling. Thankfully the helicopter wasn't below them anymore, so they didn't have to worry about being cut to ribbons but they were still going to die when they hit the concrete below. Optimus tried to save them but the large metal foot only slowed their descent for a moment, leaving them both with painful bruising. Sam closed his eyes and braced the best he could for impact, never noticing that something precious had fallen out of his pocket.
Impact came quicker than he thought it would and with much less pain that he expected, eyes kept close as he spun in disorienting circles, held loosely and warm in something hard, one of Bee's hands he saw as he opened his eyes, meeting Bee's blue ones. In his other hand was Mikaela.
He set them down on their feet with infinite gentleness. A steel mesh net launched from one of the helicopters that were circling like mechanical vultures and looped around one of Bee's arms while another entangled his legs, yanking him off his feet and dragging him across the tarmac.
"Stop it!" Sam shouted, knowing that they wouldn't heed him even if they could hear him. "You're hurting him!"
"Sam, you can't—" Sam ignored her, chasing after Bee. Commandos zipped-lined down from the helicopters, staying just out of Bee's reach and started spraying him with something from the canisters on their backs.
"Get the hell away from him!" Sam screamed, nearing the scene. "He's not fighting back! He's not fighting back!"
It was cold, whatever it was, producing a thick chemically tasting mist as it froze the water vapor in the air and it was hurting Bee, his cries of pain making Sam's heart twist. Had he been able to, Sam would have transformed and killed them all, damn the consequences but thanks to the Dragon's Bane, for all intent and purposes, he was as human as he could get.
But with dragon's blood running through his veins, however diluted, he was faster and stronger than any mere human.
"Get the fuck away from him you motherfucking bastards!" Sam howled as he grabbed the soldiers nearest to him, throwing him like rag doll into another commando. He grabbed the nozzle from another commando and sprayed him in the face. He slammed his foot into the knee of yet another, smiling when he felt it give.
Several agents rushed forward, grabbing him, trying to restrain him. Sam managed to throw the one off him and kick another one in the stomach but they finally got the restraints on that he couldn't break. Once completely restrained, they dragged him towards the waiting SUV's.
And a self-satisfied Simmons.
"Happy to see me?" Simmons asked with a smug smiled.
Sam didn't say anything, but did something that surprised both his captors and his tormenter. Pushing off the ground hard, Sam curled his legs to his body quickly before kicking out as hard as he could. Both feet made hard contact with Sam's intended target.
Simmons' balls.
The agent groaned in pain and topped over, holding his family jewels.
Smiling grimly as he was dragged to an awaiting SUV, Sam called out before he was thrown inside, "What do you think motherfucker?"
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Author Notes:
I know I'm not the only one who wanted to kick Simmons when he captured Bee.
A friend of mine pointed out that in these last few chapters Sam had become a bit of potty-mouth. The more stressed he gets, the worse his language gets.
This actual borrowed from myself as much as I hate to admit it. The more stressed I get, the more my language deteriorates. It's a habit that's gotten me in trouble and one I've been trying to break.
ROTF rocks! I don't care what the critics say! I can't wait for the DVD!
These author notes contain ROTF spoilers, read at you own risk
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Okay I know Simmons redeems himself in ROTF, but right now he's an ass.
Speaking of ass, did we really need to see his? I mean really? How was seeing Simmons' butt critical to the film? Not even seeing at distance, oh no, it was right there taking up like half the screen. That was just so wrong. Funny as hell but just so freakn' wrong.
Who cried when Optimus died? I knew it was coming and I still cried like baby, even though I knew they would bring him back. Proving once again I am a colossal dork.
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It's safe to read again.
Does anyone know when ROTF comes out on DVD? It's December right?
Anyway, only a few more chapters to go until Owls and Larks is finished, yay! I'm planning on a sequel based on ROTF but it may be a while. I'm not sure what to title will be yet, so any suggestions would appreciated, (it doesn't have to stay with a bird theme)
Does anyone know where to find the scripts for both movies?
Thanks for taking the time to read my fic!
-BlueLunacy7