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Author's Note: Alright then…This story is definitely attracting WAY more attention then I meant for it to, considering I'm not even really TRYING to write anything… Makes me wonder if I should ATTEMPT a story, or continue tearing the world of Transformers apart…. I feel like I'm just exercising my brain really since I've not written ANYTHING in FOREVER. Shoutout's at the bottom alrighty~! Might change, depending on how many ACTUAL reviews I get-or P.M. sent to me about this story. Just a warning, I'm a sarcastic mean person and of course that means things can get OFFENSIVE. Don't like, don't read…just don't rant. I'm not TRYING to be offensive, sometimes it just HAPPENS. And again, I'm not really sure HOW quickly this thing will be updated. I usually type a chapter or two, post a chapter…forget about it, post another…realize I don't have another chapter finished yet….etc.

Music: Typically the song I listen to for the chapter will be song within the chapter. Ahem. However, I happen to have a loving for The Devil's Carnival. So this chapter was written with the obvious SONG sung in the chapter and of course Grace for Sale by the Devil's Carnival.

Chapter Three Road Trips and Detours

I laughed as Mikaela launched into another story about the oddities of Sam and his parents. She seemed rather happy but, there was something about the way she was acting. She scratched at her chin absent-mindly. No. I was just trying to see things that weren't there. She blinked, giving me a weird look and I realized I must've said something dumb.

"What?" I asked, blinking innocently and she shook her head.

"So…you're off into the big wide blue," She said, with a wide gesture of her hands out the door. I nodded and she smirked. "Man, you got lucky girl. Who just gives someone that much money and a freaking cool car? Speaking of which, can I go look at it?" She asked and I shrugged, getting up to follow her out to look at the car. "Oh man…that is quite a beauty…Like, really…" She said, reaching to run a finger across the door's weird paint-scheme. "Gosh…just you and the open road hunh…any idea where you'll be going?"

"Vegas," I said and her mouth dropped open in a weird squeak," What? People go to New York to search for their dreams…I know people perform out in Vegas…Figure I'll head there and see if I can find some line of work out there first and then hopefully set some things up and maybe go to New York…" I trailed off and she crushed me in a hug. I caught a whiff of…cologne. My eyes narrowed slightly as she stepped back. Sam didn't wear stuff like that. I blinked, confused but shook it off. "Well, I've got to go to the bank okay?" I asked and she nodded.

"Take care of yourself," She told me and I smiled at her as I climbed into the car.

"You take good care of yourself and Sam, alright?" I called out and thought she looked kind of sad but dismissed it as I began to drive off and cashed the check. All that money and freedom to go wherever I wanted. All I was missing was some good music now. I flicked through the radio stations, trying to pull up some good music. I needed something. Anything.

"MC, in the place to be~," The radio sang out and I smiled deciding to just sing along with it.

I know that you been waitin' for it, I'm waitin' too

In my imagination I be all up on you

I know you got that fever for me hundred and two

And boy I know I feel the same my temperature's through the roof

I smiled into the wind as it picked up because I was pressing down on the pedal attempting to see how fast this car could get going now. I was free, finally. Might as well enjoy the rest of this song.

If it's a camera up in here

Then it's gonna leave with me when I do, I do

If it's a camera up in here

Then I best not catch this flick on YouTube, YouTube

'Cause if you run your mouth and brag

About this secret rendezvous

I will hunt you down

'Cause they be all up in my business like a Wendy interview

But this is private, between you and I

I strummed my fingers against the cover of the steering wheel and noticed something odd on it. It was some red faced symbol. I'm fairly certain corvette still had a little checkered flag for its insignia. What the hell was this thing? I ran a thumb over it with a little 'hmm' before deciding not to worry about it. Maybe the old lady had put it in here or something. She had enough money to apparently throw away on me to do what I wanted. Who was I to complain?

Touch my body, put me on the floor

Wrestle me around, play with me some more

Touch my body, throw me on the bed

I just wanna make you feel like you never did

Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs

All around your waist, just a little taste

Touch my body, know you like my curves

C'mon and give me what I deserve and touch my body

I glanced into the mirrors, getting this weird feeling like I was being followed. I was just being paranoid right? Surely I was. It wasn't a car. There was some kind of jet in the air, seeming to make almost lazy rounds like it was searching for something or someone. Yeah, just my nerves. But all the same, I tried to keep an eye on it as I merged with traffic on the highway and then onto the interstate.

Boy you can put me on you like a brand new white tee

I'll hug your body tighter than a pair of your jeans

I want you to caress me like a tropical breeze

And float away with you in a Caribbean sea

If it's a camera up in here

Then it's gonna leave with me when I do, I do

If it's a camera up in here

Then I best not catch this flick on YouTube, YouTube

'Cause if you your mouth and brag about this secret rendezvous

I will hunt you down

'Cause they be all up in my business like a Wendy interview

But this is private between you and I

I released a little bit of breath that I'd been holding onto that was making my singing a little too pitchy because I was focusing on the jet in the air. It was amazing I hadn't hit anyone yet, but it was almost like I was driving on autopilot, not really directing the car in any direction. Man. If only all car rides were as smooth as this. The jet was soon gone, as if it'd given up or had found what it was looking for. I managed to relax a little bit, able to really give Mariah Carey's song a little credit and some loving.

Touch my body, put me on the floor

Wrestle me around, play with me some more

Touch my body, throw me on the bed

I just wanna make you feel like you never did

Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs

All around your waist, just a little taste

Touch my body, know you like my curves

C'mon and give me what I deserve and touch my body

I'ma treat you like a teddy bear, you won't wanna go nowhere

In the lap of luxury, laying intertwined with me

You won't want for nothing boy

I will give you plenty of joy

Touch my body, put me on the floor

Wrestle me around, play with me some more

Touch my body, throw me on the bed

I just wanna make you feel like you never did

Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs

All around your waist, just a little taste

Touch my body, know you like my curves

C'mon and give me what I deserve and touch my body

I listened as the song slowly faded out to nothing and some other song came on but my heart was still pounding in my chest for no reason. It wasn't like I was on the run after all. I was free to do what I wanted…so why couldn't I shake this feeling that I was being watched and stalked. I shook my head, deciding that I should probably pull over and get something to eat. Maybe fatigue was causing this delusional behavior. I took the next exit pulling into a gas station, amazed at how much distance I'd managed to cover. I chuckled as I climbed out of the car and went in to get something to snack on. I came back with an energy drink and a hot-dog, not that I was eating inside the car. I sat down on the curb beside it and ate the hot-dog, casting a wary eye around. I had that weird feeling again, and stood up quickly as three men on bikes cat-whistled at me. Oh come on, really. I felt my eyes narrow slightly. I looked like shit right now, what did they think….oh. The car. They were admiring the car. I felt stupid and sat back down, finishing the hot-dog and tossing the trash away. I took a sip of my drink and went to get in, only to find that the door wouldn't open.

"Oh come on," I snapped, almost feeling angry now. I kicked the car and sat back down fuming to finish my drink. I tossed the can away and made another grab at the door. This time it opened. Weird. I shook my head and climbed in, before driving off. This car had good gas mileage. I sighed, pushing my sunglasses back into their proper place before fidgeting with the radio again. I didn't get much further than that when the jet was back. It dropped down seeming to get way too close to the road as it flew over me and the car before it came apart in front of me. By came apart I don't mean it just fell into pieces, the thing seemed to morph and become some kind of very large robotic creature. Then my car stopped and I slammed my head into the steering wheel. "ow," I grumbled as a voice suddenly spoke up. The door popped open.

"Get out," a voice growled and I scrambled out, wondering briefly about my bag as I fell to the ground. My car literally stood up. Like, it seemed to morph becoming another robotic creature with what looked like fins sticking out from the side of his head. I swallowed, suddenly loosing control over my body to move. The yellow robot sneered at the jet one which seemed to be composed of purple colors with silver and black. All I know is that yellow car had twin blue lights on its face and the other one had red. The jet one looked pure evil.

"Sunstreaker, what a surprise," the jet cooed out," I thought Starscream was joking when he said you were hiding here somewhere on this organic rubble." The jet suddenly snickered, seeming very human like.

"Skywarp, where's your back-up?" the one who'd been called Sunstreaker leered, planting hands on what would have been hips in the equivalent of a human. Oh gosh. I was trying to rationalize this. "Normally there are two other sniveling little seekers wanting a good smack-down."

"Oh, but don't you think I know about you missing your other counterpart as well?" the one who'd been referred to as Skywarp sneered out and made a gesture," I don't see Sideswipe with you. Last I heard he was off-lined, but you wouldn't know that would you?" The yellow one launched forward in what I could only guess was an attack at the…had he called it a seeker? The seeker was there one second…and gone the next. The gold-yellow one whirled around, seeming to scan the area for the jet who suddenly reappeared in the air above him with some kind of blaster out that fired upon the—Sunstreaker? Sunstreaker growled before leaping up and grabbing ahold of Skywarp's foot who let out a very unmanly sounding shriek as he was hurled into the ground.

"Give up Skywarp and off-line yourself like a good little mech," the one called Sunstreaker growled out.

"No fun," Skywarp said pouting before seeming to vanish again. Sunstreaker tensed before seeming to relax.

"Frag…he's run off for sure now," the yellow-golden giant said before coming back over to me and seeming to fall back down into the corvette I'd just been riding in. "Get in." I could see my bag, safe and sound in the passenger seat. I shook my head. "GET IN!"

"N-no," I said, managing to stand up and take a step back. The car's engine revved seeming to get irritated.

"I don't have TIME for this, human. Get in now, before he comes back with back-up," the car growled out.

"What are you?" I demanded, still not going anywhere.

"An autobot! GET IN and I'll explain as we go," the car snapped sharply at me and I shakily got in. "Rest your hands on the steering wheel so you at least LOOK like you're driving," the radio voice seemed to snap at me angrily and I put hands that trembled on the wheel as he began to drive off.

"Y-you…were a car…then you…you just…turned into this…this creature," I muttered, trying to wrap my brain around it all. My cell suddenly went off, scaring the crap out of me. I picked it up. "H-hello?" I questioned and relaxed when it was just Mikaela.

"Oh you won't believe what that idiot boyfriend of mine is doing right now," she growled out and I was puzzled.

"What'd he do this time?" I asked, rolling my eyes slightly. At least this was helping me to relax.

"Tells me to pack up everything and come to see him because he's having some kind of break down," Mikaela said with an irritable growl.

"Hey, he's your boyfriend. Cut him some slack. College is rough from what I hear now a days," I said and narrowed my eyes at how fast Sunstreaker was driving. Ah well. I wasn't a back seat driver now was I?

"So how's it going?" she asked and I laughed nervously.

"Oh peachy. You know, just driving," I said with a tight smile. She must've heard something in my voice.

"Getting nervous?" She asked sounding sympathetic. "Look, call me when you get there okay…let me know you're alive?" She sounded sincere and I told her I would before hanging up and tossing the phone back over to my bag. The car was silent and I figured maybe he wasn't the talkative type. I honestly felt like just hyperventilating but was stopping myself from doing that right now. I swallowed nervously, feeling twitchy every time some random jet came by. I scolded myself mentally for that. Not every jet was a bad jet….was it?

"How many of you are there?" I questioned and was greeted by silence. Oh so he was going to ignore me now.

"Not as many as you think," He said and I rolled my eyes. Way to be cryptic, car.

"So…where are we going?" I asked, really wanting to know.

"I need to find Optimus Prime and make contact…My long range communication was knocked off-line upon crash-landing…so I'm literally here blind," he muttered, sounding irritated. "Plus I can't get a read on my twin because we've been separated too long." He sounded slightly pained at that last bit and I couldn't quite place my finger on it.

"What's an Optimus Prime?" I asked, deciding that maybe conversation would help.

"The leader of the Autobots," he replied with a light little laugh. Oh, a who not a what. I felt kinda stupid now. This also felt really awkward. I could sense a tone in his voice that dictated he didn't really want to talk to me, and just maybe he wanted to get rid of me. Alright, I was referring to him as a 'he' because of the masculine voice…for all I knew it had no gender. I swallowed nervously, casting my eye around.

"So uh… Why are you here?" I asked suddenly and there was silence. I think I'd pushed this conversation too far now because Sunstreaker struck me as the type to have some kind of anger management issue. He was overly aggressive with the way he talked too. Deep breaths. Calm. Calm.

"Optimus Prime summoned us to this organic rock…because our home is no longer livable," he answered and I thought I was detecting bitterness creeping into his tone. He was a robot right? They didn't have emotions, did they? Okay, Not my place to pick apart the giant robot who turns into a Corvette. "I have not been on this planet long enough to do any research considering I do not have access to some of my higher functioning…" He trailed off suddenly before pulling off at an exit.

"Where are you going?" I asked and there was silence before we pulled over at a motel. The doors were on the outside and he parked in front of one in particular.

"You require recharge, as do I. Acquire this room, human," He ordered me and I crinkled my nose before climbing out and grabbing my duffle-bag. One missed call from an unknown source. Weird. I sighed before heading over to the motel office where a guy was watching what looked like a weird science fiction movie.

"Terrorist…I'm telling you," the man grunted, gesturing at the TV," Got to be…they trying to make us believe that some alien race is out there to kill us because they want this guy…What was his name… Weird name…Sam…Whitcherke? Whitmerny?" My heart went into over-time.

"Witwicky?" I questioned and he nodded.

"Yeah. Some college got bombed or something…and there's this outbreak of hysteria. Most people think its terrorists because of the war happening and all. Who knows right? Not like aliens are really here. They wouldn't attack us like that. They'd be hiding around us and getting to know us first," he told me with a little nod, digging through a set of keys. Like actual metal keys. I requested the specifc room and he nodded, as if he figured as much before handing over a key and having me sign a form for it. I was to turn the key in again in the morning before leaving. I paid and turned to leave. "Real pretty car you got there Miss…Now, not to worry you…but this ain't the nicest neck of the woods…Hate to see something happen to it."

"Ah ha…I think my security systems pretty good," I said with a tight lipped smile before heading out again. Yeah. Giant transforming alien robot car security system. "Night," I said gently tapping the hood with one of my knuckles lightly before unlocking the room and disappearing into it. This was going to be a very weird night I could tell.

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