Title: A Hero For Sale
Author: Lady FoxFire
Pairing(s): None
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Post Transformers - 2007 Live Action
Warning: Do not eat or drink while reading
Category(s): Comedy
Summary: What do you get when you mix slavery, aliens robots and miscommunications?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformer universe nor any of the character from the Live Action Movie because if I didn't there won't be so many plot holes in the second movie and no way in hell would Sam send Bee away.
Bad Author Notes: I feel that is necessary to once again point out that no one should eat or drink while reading this fic. With that said one with the story!
"Dude, I love your car," There was lust in Miles voice as he rubbed the leather seat in which he sat with the palms of his hands. "I mean this is such an awesome car."
"You don't know the half of it," Sam said softly as he pretended to steer the car through traffic.
"With a car like this I could get any girl," Miles stated never hearing what Sam said. "I still can't believe you won this car in a foot race."
Sam chuckled. "There're days I can't believe I won that foot race either," Sam replied with a slightly haunted look in his eyes. "But considering what I was running for I really didn't have a choice but to win."
"Dude, I would give up my first born son for a chance at a foot race like yours if it meant that I could have a car like this," Miles said. "I mean who wouldn't want a chance?"
Sam just shook his head. "You might change your mind if you saw who I was racing against. I mean the guy was huge."
Miles snorted. "All those muscles probably made it so that you could win. I mean all that extra mass probably slowed him down."
"No. He was pretty fast on his feet," Sam commented. "He kind of went through things than around them."
Miles looked over at Sam. "Right. So you raced the Incredible Hulk?"
"More or less," Sam replied. "Except he was black, not green."
Miles shook his head. "I'm just saying I wouldn't pass up a chance to get a car like this."
Sam glanced at his friend then turned his attention back to the road with only a shake of his head at his friend's comment.
"So you, me going to the movies just like old time. And you're offering to buy the popcorn," Miles said as he glanced at his friends through the corners of his eyes. "So what's the favor?"
Sam stiffened. "What makes you think there's a favor?"
Miles snorted. "You never offer to buy the popcorn unless you're going to ask a favor."
Sam sighed. "You know the slave auction?"
A smirk appeared on Miles' face. "You mean the slave auction that your ex-girlfriend, the girl who decided that we make better friends then boyfriend/girlfriend, volunteered you for? The one in which Trent 'I'm going to kick your ass' DeMarco plans to buy you so he get revenge on you for stealing his girl, that auction?"
Sam let out a whimper. "Yes."
"You do know you're dead, right?" Miles commented.
"I got $50. If I give you the money will you buy me?" Sam begged.
"Bro. To be honest, I don't think $50 is going to cut it," Miles commented with a sad shake of his head. "Even if Trent and his group doesn't go after you, I heard that Cox is after you."
"Cox?" Sam said in confusion.
"Remember the guy with all the piercings?" Miles asked. "From what I hear he's after your body. Says it would be perfect for his special photos."
Sam's eyes widen with fear. "Dude no way. No. I would rather suffer through Trent than to be in one of Cox's photos!"
Miles nodded his head. "Don't disagree with you there, especially when I heard that he's working Horror Trio."
Sam let out a moan.
"Yeap," Miles nodded his head. "Sam dead in the forest. His throat slashed. His intestines spread out across the ground. Photos by Cox."
The car sputtered for a moment before the engine caught again.
"Need to buy better gas Bro," Miles teased.
"Yeah I guess so," Sam commented, his confusion evident in his voice as he steered the car into the parking lot. "So do we have a deal?"
"Well," Miles stung out that one word. "What do I get out of it?"
"Dude!" Sam said in outrage.
Miles chuckled. "Of course I'll do it. What kind of friend would I be if I left you hanging like that?"
"Thanks man," Sam said in relief as he parked the car.
A knowing smile appeared on Miles' face. "Beside I figure you'll own me big for this one. But I honestly don't think $50 going to cover it man, not with how pissed Trent is over you stealing his girl even if she dumped you later."
Sam thumped his head against the headrest. "Ok," he said after a moment. "I'll figure out how to get some more cash."
"In three days?" Miles asked in disbelief. "Your dad already turned you down, don't forget."
Unbuckling his seatbelt, Sam said, "I'll figure out something. I don't really have a choice in the matter."
As the teen walked to the movie theater, Bumblebee sent out a signal to all the Autobots on Earth. "They're going to kill Sam!"
"Calm down soldier and report," Optimus replied.
"They're going to kill Sam," Bumblebee said in a more calm fashion.
"Who's going to kill the kid and how do you know this?" Ironhide demanded.
"Sam approached his friend Miles about buying him in the slave auction," Bumblebee explained. "Miles informed Sam that there were a number of people after him and that a group called Horror Trio plans to make his death rather gruesome."
"Are you sure about this Bumblebee?" Prime asked. "This doesn't seem to something that the humans would normally condone."
"I don't know Optimus. I just know that Sam is upset about being sold and is trying to find out a way to free himself," Bumblebee answered.
"What about Sam's parents?" Ratchet chimed in. "Are they not helping him?"
"No. Sam had approached them for more money in order to buy himself but his father refused. He claimed that it would be a growing experience for him," Bumblebee explained.
"A growing experience?" Ironhide saying in outrage. "What is that human thinking!"
"It could be a coming of age ritual in which the strong find a way to free themselves while the weak are dealt with," Ratchet suggested.
"Then won't there be more information about it on the World Wide Web?" Ironhide asked. "And won't all the kids go through it instead of a select number?"
"It could be something like college hazing?" Ratchet suggested. "There is information on the net about how some students die each year from it. Maybe this some sort of ritual for Sam to join some human group."
"None of that matters," Bumblebee exclaimed in outrage. "Sam is going to die if we let him be sold!"
"Bumblebee is right," Optimus said. "We must find a way to save Sam from this fate."
