Sam and Mikaela are getting closer to their graduation and to each other. Their tranquility is shattered when old enemies with new faces appear on a mission for vengeance and conquest. Sam/Mikaela/Bumblebee, Iron Hide /Chromia May be edited later for content. Rated T Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. But if I could, I would so own Prime... It was always quiet on the cliff at night. Not many people used this place as a make out spot anymore. Most of the teenagers were always at the lake these days. Ellie smiled as she leaned back on the hood of her royal blue Saturn. Even though it had been her first car, she found it hard to give up. She still lived in the same house she had moved into after she graduated from high school, drove the same car and came to this same spot every Friday night to enjoy the stars. Most people called her stubborn, but she had learned the comfort of routine and the air of dependability it brought. It had been that same dependability that had convinced Sam Witwickey's parents that she was a good babysitter. That job had supplied her with a steady flow of income when she was still in school. She had to admit though, that Sam's father was reluctant to part with more money that he thought was necessary. His wife called him cheap. Though, Judy would more often than not slip an extra twenty dollars or so into her pocket to make up for her husbands frugality. Eloise Murdock smiled as she remembered back through all the trouble Sam had put her through. The kid could manipulate his father like no body's business. He had even gotten his dad to pay her more by telling him that a couple of neighborhood kids had stuck bologna all over Ellie's car. In truth, Sam and his friend Miles had done it as a joke, but he made up for it even if he didn’t tell the whole truth. Who knew that bologna could eat the paint off of a car? Though Ellie had a feeling that Sam did it just so she could get her car repainted. The old gray it had originally made it look like an old granny car. Royal blue looked much better on a Saturn anyway. Ellie smiled as she leaned back, putting her hands behind her head. She closed her eyes as she heard someone driving up the road. In fact, it sounded like a lot of people. Four vehicles in all pulled onto the cliff. She tilted her head as the strange assortment pulled up near her. To her left, a bold red and blue semi had parked itself, to her right; a yellow EMV Hummer with a black GMC Top Kick had come to a stop. Last was a custom ’08 bright yellow Camero that pulled up beside her car. For a moment, everything was quiet, then the doors to the yellow Camero opened and two younger people got out. A young woman had stepped out of the passenger side. She was quite pretty with her dark hair in a ponytail. Out of the driver’s side stepped out the same boy who had slapped bologna all over her car all those years ago. Ellie’s face split into a grin when she watched Sam come around and lock hands with the pretty girl. “Hey Ellie,” he waved with his free hand, his smile meeting hers. “Ellie, this is Mikaela, my girlfriend.” The tension in Mykaylia’s face seemed to lessen when Sam stated that. “Hey!” Ellie greeted them both with a wave of her hand as she slid off the hood of her car to stand in front of them. Now that she was on the ground, Ellie was a few inches shorter than Sam. “My little Sam is growing up,” Ellie mock sniffed. “I used to baby-sit this kid when he was younger.” Mikaela sniggered into her hand, watching as Sam became uncomfortable that his old babysitter was talking to his girlfriend. He only hoped that she wouldn’t embarrass him too much. Ellie smiled. “So what have you been up to lately?” She watched as Sam and Mikaela both just shrugged their shoulders in unison and said, “Nothing,” with a rather peculiar look in their eyes. “Nothing?” Ellie could hardly believe that. “Ok, then what in the world is this?” Sam seemed a little uncomfortable as Ellie swept her arm around to indicate the three other vehicles that had driven with them. “They shy or do you have something weird going on?” Mikaela could swear that Sam was shrinking as Ellie stared him down, using that same look his mother had given him only a few weeks ago when Sam had to explain what had happened. Mikaela only hoped that she would not try to take Sam to the hospital as his parents had. Ellie shook her head. “At least you hang out with people with good taste in cars,” She said looking the black Top Kick over with a critical eye. “Are they glued to their seats or are they gonna come out and say hello?” She watched as Sam started to squirm on his feet as she walked around to the driver’s side of the black truck, moving to knock on the door. Sam stuttered something unintelligible, not sure how he should go about explaining. On one hand he knew that the government wanted the Autobots to remain unseen, but on the other hand he didn’t want Ellie to think that he was snubbing her. “Wait, um…their sleeping! Yea, right. They like to come out and sleep under the stars on the weekends. It’s kind of a trucker thing,” Sam shrugged, proud of himself for thinking on his feet. Ellie shook her head. What was she getting so upset about? She did the same exact thing last weekend and didn’t wake up until nearly noon. She really started to hate PMS at the moment. “What happened to your leg?” Sam had noticed the slight limp as Ellie walked back to her car. “It took it in for maintenance and they botched the knee.” Ellie sat on her bumper and pulled up her left pant leg to reveal a titanium alloy prosthetic leg. She demonstrated by twitching the muscles that sent the signal through electrodes that told the knee joint to move, showing them how it froze up just before it was fully extended. “It’s really annoying and the repair shop has refused to fix it,” she shrugged, “Insurance won’t cover it either, so I’m stuck with this thing until I can fix it.” Mikaela studied the rather bare looking prosthetic limb. It reminded her of how the Autobot’s legs were constructed. “How did you loose it?” Sam smiled, shaking his head. “I didn’t,” was Ellie’s simple answer. “I just don’t have anything below my left mid-femur.” Ellie’s simple answer was the same every time someone asked her what had happened. She never considered herself handicapped. She was just born without her left leg. “But I still have just enough left to kick anyone’s ass.” The Autobots shared a silent chuckle. They had been watching the scene unfold quietly, exchanging comments between themselves. “I’m starting to like this human,” Iron Hide stated gruffly. “You would,” Ratchet quipped. “Though, I still find it curious how individuals of this species can be born missing limbs. Very puzzling.” Prime harrumphed in agreement, watching Sam interact with the older female. “Though the sudden mood swing is understandable since she is entering the end of her monthly…” “Ratchet,” Prime stopped his CMO with a withering sigh. “We already understand human reproductive cycles enough to know what is going on.” Ratchet acquiesced with a chuckle. He supposed that he was being a tad too informative. “Wow, this is a lot better than the one you used to have.” Sam stood up as Ellie lowered her pant leg. “I remember you having to take that thing off every time you sat down.” Mikaela leaned back on Bumblebee as Sam and Ellie talked about when Sam was young. She could see why Sam’s parents liked her. She had even taken up for Sam when he had gotten into trouble. Yea, Sam had been spoiled. "I haven't heard much from you," Ellie had directed her question to Mikaela. "How did you two meet?" Bumblebee listened as Sam and Mikaela spoke of how they had met. Obviously they left out the part about meeting the Autobots, nearly getting killed by the Decepticons and the resulting battle that had brought downtown Crescent City to a stand still. All things considered, it was still true enough to not be called an outright lie. "The female seems to be a good friend of Sam's," ventured the little yellow Camero, relaxing as his human laughed. The little mech waited until Mikaela reached in to his cab for her phone to turn his radio on. He tuned his dial until it hit on the station playing 'Photograph' by Nickleback. Mikaela smiled. "Thanks, Bee," she whispered, checking her messages. Nothing important, though both she and Sam were waiting for word on their applications to the University of Oregon. Both had high hopes and big dreams for their time after graduation, which was less than two weeks away. Mikaela trotted back around as Ellie started running her hand over Bumblebee's hood. "Beautiful car, Sam. Though I don’t want to know how long it took to get your dad to fork over his half." Sam had to stifle a laugh. She had no idea. Sam glanced at his three friends as Ellie bent down to examine the interior of Bumblebee, mouthing a silent apology. He knew that the remaining Autobots spent precious little time together as it was. Bumblebee was with him and Mikaela all the time, Iron Hide had opted to stay with Captain Lennox and his family. Sam had heard from the weapons specialist that Lennox and his wife were expecting their second child in the fall. He had complained about Mrs. Lennox's questionable decision to conceive said child in his back seat. He had warned Bumblebee not to let Sam and Mikaela in his back seat alone, not wanting the youngest of them to be scarred for life. Ratchet had taken up residence at the local EMS dispatch. No one seemed to have caught on yet, though he would be seen with one particular female EMT quite often. Iron Hide teased the medic jokingly about it from time to time. Ratchet hadn't transformed in front of her, however he had admitted to speaking with her on occasion. Prime, however, had taken to driving through the country side, sticking to the back roads as he took in the beauty of his adopted home. He returned his response to Sam in the form of a blinking headlight. It was alright that they could not transform. They were together, that was all that mattered. Eloise stretched and yawned wide. It was nearing eleven and she felt tired enough to finely go to bed. "See you two around." Sam and Mikaela responded similarly as Ellie slid into her car and started it up. Sam didn't relax until he could no longer see Ellie's tail lights in the dark. Sam smiled as the four vehicles parked around him transformed so that he could look at his friends face to face. It had been weeks since he had seen either Prime or Ratchet and nearly a month since he had spoken to Iron Hide. He knew that Mikaela had missed them as well. The four Autobots seemed to relax as they settled on the ground in one position or another. Bumblebee was laying on his back, staring up at the sky as Prime leaned his back against a small hill, his optics looking out over Tranquility below. Iron Hide was complaining about Ratchet trying to sit on his foot as he sprawled out on the ground. Neither bot was satisfied until they sat on opposite sides of the cliff. Apparently Iron Hide was still sore at Ratchet after the medic had teased him about Captain Lennox's antics in his back seat. Sam ignored Ratchet and Iron Hide's bickering as he watched Optimus cast silent optics upwards towards the moonless sky. Prime had been waiting for any kind of response to his transmission, but so far, silence had been the only thing he had received. Mikaela moved to Prime's hand, placing her delicate fingers on his, offering silent comfort. The Autobot leader looked down at the human female, his unmasked face pulling into a smile of thanks. "Penny for your thoughts, Optimus?" Prime sighed as he looked up again, then over to his weapons master as he again warned his scout never to let the two 'Horny little meat bags' into his back seat without supervision, or a pair of straight jackets. Bumblebee stayed silent, switching his radio on to an oldies station playing Ella Fitzgerald's 'Let's Do It', grinning as he watched Iron Hide's face drop. Prime actually chuckled at the sight of Iron Hide dividing his shock between Sam, Mikaela and Bumblebee. Sam was the only one who managed to look uncomfortable, though that look vanished when Mikaela wrapped her arms around him and gave Iron Hide a sultry raspberry. Iron Hide made a disgusted noise as Sam and Mikaela started laughing with their arms wrapped around each other. Bumblebee looked unaffected by their apparent 'Christening' of his back seat. Prime knew that Bumblebee extended his protection to Mikaela now and had known that there were few safe places for the two to mate that would not be disturbed by nosy parents or brainless jocks. Trent had made it his mission to try and get Mikaela back from Sam, though all he did was get himself into trouble when he tried to slash Bumblebee's tires. The little car had honked so loud that the boy had jumped back onto the hood of another truck, scratching a deep gouge in the paint with his pocket knife. With all the noise of the car alarms going off, it wasn't long before the owner of that truck found out who had scratched his baby. Bumblebee had been quite satisfied with himself when Trent had been arrested for defacing private property and for carrying a weapon onto school grounds. The yellow Autobot found it slightly ironic that it was now Trent who had the juvenile record that would follow him for the rest of his life. Prime let his laughter join in with the other's as he took his eyes off of his weapons master and returned them to the skies. His optics registered the change before human eyes could. In the distance, off to the north-west, no less than four pin pricks of light had become visible, long tails of light streaming from them as they entered the Earth's atmosphere.