First off I'd like to thank you for the reviews! They are love! And I apologise for the long wait, so here's the next chapter. There may be a few odd mistakes, just a warning.

Clara had been nervous all day, ever since running into that bloody yellow car, she hadn't exactly come up with a plan. Should she head to another safe house or stay and see if this one had been compromised. Because for all she knew, it could be just a complete coincidence.

Clara sighed, running a hand through her unruly hair; nothing in her life was ever a 'coincidence'. Rather forcefully, she threw her body down onto the plump sofa, a faint whoosh going unheard as the tv blared out. Even that was distracting her. She'd gone through every scenario in her overactive mind and Clara knew she was working herself up for possibly no reason.

Clara, tired and more than frustrated, turned the channel. And possibly because the universe completely had it out for her, fate decided she needed to deal with more shit before the day ended. And how did this start?

A certain yellow car, who believed he was being somewhat stealthy parked outside, his headlights quickly shutting off but not before flashing eerily along Clara's living room wall.

Clara's breathing paused as she immediately turned off the television and sent the entire room into darkness. Her entire body went into fight mode as she slowly raised herself up from the sofa and edged her way across the room and towards the window. And as her green eyes surveyed the street, they immediately caught sight of a familiar yellow car, parked innocently a little further down the road. Clara swallowed and silently began regretting not making a run for it earlier. Her gaze narrowed, searching for anyone within the car itself because the street appeared completely bare of witches or wizards. Slowly and rather agonizingly, she allowed her senses to drift out; a gift she'd always had, having perfected it since she used to sleep in a damn cupboard under the stairs.

Her awareness spread, almost like an invisible smoke cloud that creepily crawled over and through every surface. There were no magical's at all, only the muggles who were tucked away in their own homes but when she investigated the car a touch more forcibly, she received another shock.

The car shifted, lights blinking and if she was certain, it seemed to shimmy on the spot.

"Spark Lady?" A soft curious voice came through her mind; it was old and young at the same time and curiously enough, nothing like the usual legilimency she was used to.

"What the hell?!" She more or less yelled, eyes widening as she felt a jolt of excitement rush through the small mind pathway that she'd linked with the… car?

"Are you the Spark Lady who ran into me today?" The yellow thing asked and she called it a thing because clearly it wasn't a car. Her senses swarmed over the yellow being, feeling an ancient and foreign aura resonating from its centre. In a way, it felt like magic, but at the same time it didn't. And what on earth did spark lady mean?

Bumblebee's POV

Bumblebee hadn't exactly had the night he'd thought he would. First of all, Sam had seen him in his actual form, not this charade of a vehicle he was posing as and when he decided to leave him be for the night and investigate the Spark Lady, he'd been swarmed by something so warm and inviting that he was literally purring at the sensations. He'd never felt anything like it but whatever it was, it was golden and he believed he knew exactly who this was. His Spark Lady; he'd known she wasn't normal! He thought, as he felt the faintest touch of her conscious.

"Spark Lady?" He called out, opening a link like one would when conversing with his fellow Autobots.

"What the hell?!" She replied and his spark fluttered as whatever it was she was doing eased its way throughout his entire body.

"Are you the Spark Lady who ran into me today?" Bumblebee asked, though in his spark he knew it was.

"Erm, yes, I think?"

He could feel everything go in to overdrive, excitement pouring out of him as he held back the urge to flash his headlights.

"What are you?" He heard the female voice, curious yet also wary and Bumblebee wondered if she'd ever met an Autobot. Maybe she hadn't even met a cybertronian before!

"A Cybertronian! An Autobot! My designation is Bumblebee!" He answered cheerfully, his voice beginning to change to fit hers. He hadn't had the pleasure in speaking with a human yet and he preferred his Spark Lady's accent to Sam's. He talked too much in Bumblebee's opinion.

"Ah, mine's Clara. What's a Cybatronion?" She asked, gaining more curious rather than wary and Bumblebee brought forth a few clips his processor had collected throughout his life and he hoped it would serve as enough information for her. A few minutes passed by and he wondered if he shouldn't had done so. There was shock and wonder and a whole bunch of other emotions he was feeling through their link and as he began to think he should say something, his Spark Lady spoke, a tremor to her words.

"That's- Why are you here? On Earth I mean?"

Bumblebee, instead of answering directly, sent her images of what had happened, why it happened and why his mission was on Earth.

"I tend to forget that there's generally always more out there like him." Came a solemn reply and he was hit with tendrils of pain and suffering not unlike his own when thinking about his home planet and what had become of his people. And he wasn't sure who 'him' was either.

In reply to his emotions, she sent forth an image of an odd looking man with red eyes, along with a quick flash of a battle; dead bodies surrounding her.

Unsure of what he was seeing, Bumblebee did nothing but send a current of understanding through their link. Clearly she had her own 'Megatron' to deal with.

Clara's POV

Clara frowned, her eyes narrowing out at the yellow… Autobot.

"Why are you posing as a car for that boy then? Shouldn't you be trying to find the cube?" She honestly couldn't see how both things connected.

"Sam Witwicky has the coordinates. I now have to wait for Optimus and more Autobots to land on Earth so we can pursue."

Clara nodded, somewhat understanding but still unsure as to how on earth this Sam boy could have the coordinates to this cube.

"What should happen if Megatron gets his mechanized hands on the cube?" Clara asked, while already having a hint, she wanted the clarification.

The sudden dread and haunted feelings flooded through the shared link and Clara sighed. Why was her life suddenly spiralling out of control?

It wasn't until the next day that Clara saw Bumblebee again, both having left the other with more questions and unanswered answers the night before. She had been in the process of leaving, sure that if she stayed any longer, she would be somehow dragged into this war with a bloody Alien species and she didn't know how right she was.

Speed walking down the sidewalk, Clara kept her head lowered as she made her way to the next bus stop. Her bag strapped onto her shoulder with the required necessities that would make do until she made it to her garage and spare car. First, she needed to get there and she wasn't entirely sure how far it was from the town or city she was in at the moment. A brief snort escaped her lips; she still didn't know where she was, only that she was in America.

She was so focussed on her future plans that she didn't hear the rumble of an engine behind her and when the mechanical sounds erupted, it was already too late. Specks of black and yellow formed around her, metal plates shifting as she was scooped up and suddenly dumped onto a driver's seat of a yellow and black car.

Bumblebee.

"Sorry – Little Lady – But – We gotta go!" The radio spurted and Clara breathed our furiously.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She exclaimed, the seat jostling her about as it swerved around a corner and sped down the street.

No One's POV

He hadn't counted on his spark lady to be so furious with his quick snatch and grab but he honestly didn't care at that moment. Sam was biking away and after picking up Barricade's signature, Bumblebee knew he had to find Clara first. He knew that if the Decepticon accidently crossed paths with the woman then she'd become an interest and a possible prisoner and he wasn't willing to let that happen. Especially to the likes of them; who knew what they'd try and do to figure out why a human being could harness an energy so similar to that of a spark.

"Bumblebee!" She demanded again and his form lurched as a wave of energy sprung out from her squishy body to surround his. His radio glitched, darting from channel to channel and his headlights flashed frantically.

"To – keep you – safe." Was what he managed to get out and while he could still sense the frustration bubbling underneath the surface of her energy, she reined in what she could.

"Explain." She demanded irritably, forcing her bag onto her lap.

"Enemies – surrounding."

Bumblebee swerved another corner, intent on finding Sam once again but he'd be a fool to forget the woman perched on his leather seat.

"Enemies?!" She sounded baffled. "If your enemies are here, why am I in- -in –inside you?!" Her speech stumbled, cheeks flushing as she grasped onto the car door.

"Energy – inside you – feeling so hot!" Okay, it may have not been the best of words to describe his worries but he was in a rush dammit and he honestly wouldn't hope that Sam was okay and not in trouble; especially with Barricade lurking around. Sam had been located by the enemy, there was no doubt about it.

"You can feel my magic?" Clara asked, grasping onto his words as she held in the urge to apparate away. She'd nearly been detected before so she wasn't going to risk it another time.

"Yes."

And with that simple answer, Clara knew she was even more screwed.

Bumblebee swerved, pulling into the location of the Decepticon and he sped up at the sight of Sam and another squishy human with him.

"Bumble-" Clara was immediately cut off as he span once more and immediately opened the passenger's side door for the two humans sprawled out on the floor. But they weren't the ones that had caught her attention, in fact she barely registered them jumping into the car and the freaked out demands both her and Bumblebee were receiving. No, her green eyes were zeroed in on the large Decepticon as it furiously ran towards them.

"Merlin." Clara breathed, finally seeing one of the Cybertronians in the flesh- or metal. They were much larger than she'd anticipated and as it folded in on itself, morphing into a cop car, another breath was caught in the back of her throat.

Bumblebee quickly shot off, speed gaining as he drove away from the following enemy, half paying attention to the passengers inside of him, the other to getting away with their lives intact.

"It's you!" A high pitched screech entered Clara's ears and she blinked, eyes shooting to her side. At first she'd thought it was the brunette girl who had yelled but when she caught sight of the boy, she realised she'd been mistaken.

"Yeah, and it's you too." She said sarcastically, feeling rather overwhelmed at the moment. She'd honestly thought that nothing could take her by surprise again, especially with everything that she'd been through, but clearly she was mistaken.

"You're the lady I ran into!" Sam grasped for words as his eyes darted back and forth between the woman in the driver's seat and the dashboard. "Are you a robot too?" He more or less demanded hysterically, his heart racing at the thought.

Clara couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Yes, I was made in Japan, would you like to see the bar code?"

Sam's lips parted and Mikaela who was lodged in the back swallowed the hysteria she was holding at bay.

Fortunately for the boy, Bumblebee's speaker began blaring out a roaring tune, the music almost deafening as he raced his way through the streets.

"Oh my god, We're gonna die! We're gonna die!" Mikaela finally let out, eyes widening in fright.

"No, we're not. No, we're not gonna die." Sam denied loudly, head shaking furiously.

"Oh, my God!" Was all Clara and Sam heard again.

"Trust me. He's a kick-ass driver!"

"And how the hell do you know that?!" Clara couldn't help but demand, knuckles white from hanging on to the car door and as Bumblebee crashed through a window, shattering it upon impact, all three let out startled yells.

"Oh my God! No! We're gonna die! Oh my God!" Sam began to agree, raising his legs so he could push against the dashboard in the hopes of gaining some support.

"Where the bloody hell are we doing?" Clara asked Bumblebee, her hair whipping around her as he span and span, trying to find a secluded space where he could hide or confront Barricade with less casualties.

"Oh, oh my God!" Was all that could be heard amongst the screeching tires.

Clara wasn't sure if Bumblebee was in the midst of making a plan or full out hiding as he nestled back into a darkened corner, engine soothing and flashlights turning off. But she was sure he wasn't about to let them go because as soon as he stopped, the doors immediately locked sending both muggles into a panic.

"We're locked in." Sam rattled the door and Clara refrained from releasing a sarcastic remark yet again at the boy's idiocy. "Try to start the car!" He levelled her with his wide eyes and this time she gave him a frustrated glance.

"Really? The car just drove god knows how far on its own, locked us in and you think it'll suddenly let me start it?"

Mikaela shuffled further into the middle and peered outside the window.

"At least we ditched the monster, right?" She asked the woman, hoping that she at least had some handle on the situation. Her being the elder and the fact that she was already in the car when they'd entered gave her the idea she was at least knowledgeable to whatever was going on.

"Okay…" Clara began. "Bumble-" She paused as the police car drifted on by and while both muggles released a sigh of relief, she tensed as Bumblebee suddenly shot out.

"Oof!"

They all rolled down the small hill as Bumblebee shifted and transformed to meet head on with Barricade.

Clara watched wide eyed as both bots fought, grunts and scrambled speech spraying from their mouths or speakers or whatever the hell they had to speak with. She was so caught up with the unbelievable fight that she didn't see a small robot scrambling after a flailing Sam.

"Oh- He's got me! He's got me-" he grunted, falling to the floor and kicking at the frenzied thing.

Clara span around, the alarm reaching her ears and she quickly zeroed in on the struggle further down and along the hill.

"Oh, oh- He's going to kill me! No. No, no, no!"

Clara immediately began running down to the scene, the same instinct to protect too engrained into her being to ignore the annoying boy. The ugly chattering of the small bot immediately entered the air, the name Witwicky urging her faster and she was made aware of the other girl running towards them, a saw or… something in her hand.

Clara's senses surged out through her skin and with a gasp, she tightly wound it around the ugly little thing. The silver limbs clenched and it glitched furiously as it slumped onto the boy, stunned with jerking movements. Thankfully, it gave Mikaela enough time to hack its head off.

"Yeah! Kill it! Kill it!" Sam yelled, kicking his legs out once again as she finally relieved it of its head.

Once Clara was sure it was down, she released her grip on the thing and quickly pulled back her senses. She hadn't realised it would be so effective, especially when it hadn't forced Bumblebee out of action when she'd done so on him. While odd, she quickly pushed her questions to the back of her mind.

"Huh? Not so tough without a head, are you?" Sam questioned, standing up with as much dignity as he could and kicked the head away and into the air.

All three of them just took a moment, panting for breath and eyes wide with a sudden "oh my god that actually just happened" plastered onto their faces.

And then of course Clara couldn't help but break the silence.

"Why are you in your underwear?" Clearly she'd missed something or had the boy just decided to throw his jeans at the bot? She shot him a confused glance and he flushed as Mikaela averted her eyes towards the jeans he'd lost in the struggle.