Title: A Hero For Sale
Author: Lady FoxFire
Pairing(s): None
Rating: PG-13
Setting: Post Transformers - 2007 Live Action
Warning: Do not eat 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: And here's what everyone been waiting for And exactly how much is Sam worth? And who will win?
A tall dark haired man with the build of a man familiar with hard work instead of a body sculpted in a gym walked into the hall as the slave auction was in progress. He had the air of a King who finds himself surround by the very worst the world can produce; slavers.
The man looked at the mass of people here to bid on the items for sale as the auctioneer hawked a young woman with blond hair on the stage.
"And here we have a fine young lady who not only is certified by the Red Cross for babysitting but she also is certified in child CPR," the auctioneer hawked as he pointed at the young woman.
The man allowed the bidding and general rabble rousing to wash over him since he was here for only one reason and one reason only.
The crowded cheer when the young woman sold for only 85 dollars.
As the crowd setting for the next item to be brought on stage the man's eyes narrowed as he spied on man in particular. The man made his way over to the other man. "Simmons," the man said simply.
Simmons turned towards the stranger and looked over the man. Turning his eyes back towards the stage as the auctioneer starting to spout out the benefits of the young man on stage, "Which on are you?" Simmons said as he dismissed the man.
"Optimus," the man growled as he glared at the agent before him.
"Ah," Simmons replied as he continued to watch the stage. "Here to bid on the kid?"
"What are you doing here?" Prime demanded.
Simmons turned and looked at Prime with a smirk on his face. "Looking for a new lab rat," Simmons replied. "The lab boys want to study the kid. They want to see if his exposal to the Cube effected him or not."
Prime's hand curled into fist. "I see," he replied with a snarl.
Simmons's smirk grew slightly. "I'm curious Prime," he said smugly, "how do you expect to pay for the kid if you win him? It's not like you have a checking account or can touch anything like that," he said as his eyes once again roamed over Prime's holographic body.
Prime grabbed Simmons by the arm and pulled him close. "You would be surprised by what I can do," he snarled in the man's face.
Simmons ripped his arm out of Prime's hold. Straightening his suit, Simmons replied, "I'll keep that in mind, especially when I'm crossing the road. Won't want to have an accident, now would I?"
Prime's eyes narrow, his lips curled back into a snarl. "That is not our way."
Simmons turned and looked at Prime. "Keep telling yourself that Prime because we both know that in war everything is acceptable."
"And your people preach freedom while selling their children into slavery," Prime replied.
With a bland expression on his face, Simmons faced the leader of the Autobots and replied, "What can I say, it's for charity."
And before Prime could replied the auctioneer announced, "And next for sale is Sam Witwicky. Sam is a strong young man, well suited for helping around the garden or mowing your yard. We'll start the bidding at $10."
"10" the auctioneer said as he pointed out towards someone in the crowd. "20. 30. 40."
The bidding quickly started off between two high school boys that many around them knew as Trent the football player and Milesthe geek.
"We have 90," auctioneer as he pointed at Miles only to quickly point at Trent and announced, "100."
"200," Simmons shouted out with a smug grin as he glanced over at Optimus.
"We have 200 from the man in the back," auctioneer called out.
Immediately the crowd turned in Simmons direction, while Sam who is blinded by the stage light shields his eyes with his hand in a vain attempt to get a look at the crowd.
"300," Prime called out as he shot a glare at Simmons.
"400," Simmons replied before the auctioneer could call out Prime's bid.
"500," Prime countered.
"600," Simmons called out.
"We have 600 from the man in the suit," auctioneer called out excitedly.
"2,000," a voice called out from the doorway.
The crowd turned as one to see who called out this bid. Just inside the doorway was a tall, handsome olive skin man dressed completely in black wearing a set of dark sunglasses.
"Barricade," Prime growled.
Simmons looked at the new bidder and hearing Prime's word said, "Fuck." Turn back to the auctioneer Simmons called out. "3,000."
The auctioneer stopped for a moment before pointing at Simmons and saying "3,000."
"What is he doing here?" Simmons hissed as he glared at the hologram of the Decepticon with narrowed eyes.
"The same thing we are," Prime replied as he too watched Barricade.
"4,000," Barricade called out smugly as he tipped his head in Optimus and Simmons direction.
"We have $4,000 from the gentleman in black," auctioneer announced.
"Can you do something about him outside I mean?" Simmons asked before shouting out. "5,000."
Prime shook his head. "He's using relays to projects his hologram here. My men are trying to track him down."
"6,000" Barricade called out with a smirk as if to say to Prime 'you'll never catch me' as the crowded turned and watch the men bid in silence.
"Well they've better hurry. I only have 10,000" Simmons growled as he glanced back at the stage. "7,000"
"That's not a problem," Prime replied as a knowing smile appeared on the hologram's face.
As if he had heard Simmons' words, Barricade shouted, "11,000." Barricade turned and looked at Prime and Simmons with a very disturbing smile on his face.
Optimus walked over to Barricade. As he stood there facing the Decepticon he said in a very clear voice, "25,000."
The auctioneer opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened . closed. "25,000? We have 25,000."
Barricade tipped his head so that his sunglasses slide down his nose slightly and he could look at Prime over the top of his sunglasses. His steel grey eyes seemed to sparkle with an evil glint. "50,000" he said with slowly, stressing each word with an almost cruel pleasure.
Almost every set of eyes turned to Prime as the auctioneer announced. "We have 50 thousands from the man black."
Prime stood there staring at Barricade, not moving a muscle as Barricade grinned evilly at the Autobot leader.
"We have 50,000. Going one," the auctioneer announced.
The whole room seemed to be holding it breath.
"Going twice," the auctioneer continued on his arm pointing at Barricade as if to accent each word.
"500 thousand," Prime said in a voice that seemed to echo around the room.
The room to freeze in an instant.
"Excuse me, sir, but did you just say 500 thousand?" the auctioneer stuttered.
Prime continued to stare down Barricade who had adjusted his sunglasses so that his eyes were once again hidden behind the mirrored surfaces. "That is correct. My bid was 500 thousand."
The room turned as one to look at Barricade.
"The current bid is 500 thousand, sir," the auctioneer said as he directed his voice towards the Decepticon.
Barricade stood there and stared at Prime.
"500 thousand. Going once," the auctioneer announced.
The room seemed to inhale all at once.
"Going twice."
The room held its breath.
"Sold for 500 thousand."
The room erupted into noise as people started to talk and cheer about what they had just witnessed.
With a smirk on his face Barricade vanished as he deactivated his hologram.
On stage Sam stood frozen in place as he stared blankly out at the audience unmoving.
"We'll be taking a 10 minute break," the auctioneer said as he walked to Sam. Taking the young man's arm he gently steered him off stage. Once off stage the auctioneer pushed Sam down in the first chair they came across. "I need a drink," he said and as he wandered off as he pulled a silver flask from his hip pocket.
"Sam?" Mikaela hurried over to her friend and knelt down next to him. "Sam, are you ok?" She gently touched his arm, hoping to get a response out of the young man.
"Half a million!" Miles exclaimed as he bounced over to where Sam and Mikaela. "I mean, Dude! Someone bid a half a mil for you! It's kind of like that movie in which the rich guy offer that guy a million so he could sleep with the guy's wife. I wonder what he's planning on having you do."
"Miles!" Mikaela snarled. "You're not helping the matter!"
Miles looked at Mikaela in confusion and then at Sam. "Oh," he said softly in a moment of realization. "Umm But still a half a million dollars! No one will be able to beat that record. I'm just glad it wasn't that creepy guy in the suit, he looked like someone you find working for the Feds. And that guy in the black, man he looked cool. Can't figure out why any of them would want your scrawny ass, bro."
Sam slowly turned and looked at Miles. His eyes still had the same shocked look as before.
"I mean I don't think they're after you ass per say, bro. I mean thats illegal isn't it? And besides you should have seen Trent's face. I mean he's always going on about how great he's is but I doubt anyone would ever bid half a mil on him," Miles babbled. "So bro I was thinking since that big guy won you well you don't need the money that you gave me so I was wondering if I could use it to bid for Samantha Cartwright. You know the pretty blond egghead. I was hoping to get her to tutor me in math, not that I'm doing bad at it but I figure this was a way to get to know her and see if she'll go out with me. So what do you think?"
It was at this moment that Sam's eyes rolled up so that only the whites were showing as he slid out of the chair and onto the floor.
Miles looked over at Mikaela and said, "I'm going to take that as a yes."
