Transformed *Temporary Hiatus*

Chapter 3

Ron chuckled as he watched his daughter pull out the car washing supplies later that afternoon. She had pulled into the driveway and immediately announced her intentions running upstairs to change into a bathing suit and shorts. Judy had greeted them at the door not too surprised to see how chipper her child was upon her return.

"Are you sure that's a safe car." Judy asked him for the tenth time after their return. "It just doesn't look safe."

"It's fine Judy. It's a 76, they built cars much sturdier back then."

"But it looks so...grody."

"It's supposed to look that way. It's her first car." He advised as he turned back to his yard, working on finishing up the rest of his path. Judy rolled her eyes at him muttering under her breath about cheapskates.

Sam busied herself washing her new car, taking care to make sure she got all the grime and dirt off, even in the nooks and crannies. Once done with the outside she vacuumed the interior and used special leather cleaner for the seats and the consol.

Running a rag along the steering wheel one last time she grinned happily. "There. You may not be the brightest bell at the ball, but you'll definitely turn heads. Now all that's left is for my friend Mikaela to check you out mechanically and we're good to go. Don't worry she's the best mechanic I know so you'll be in good hands."

Patting the wheel one last time she got out and cleaned up, placing the supplies back in the garage. With one last look at her new 'baby' she grinned happily and skipped up the steps into the house to shower and finish her homework.

Bumblebee nearly purred when his charge started washing his exterior. She used strong sure strokes and a cloth designed for removing even the toughest of dirt without scratching the paint. He hadn't had a bath like that in eons. Oh yes, he was so glad Optimus had chosen him for this mission. By Primus she even vacuumed and cleaned his interior, the leather of his seats felt almost like new. He definitely liked this human.

For a time he was afraid he would never find her, but thankfully he caught a hit off the World Wide Web from the site her local school used. The photo of the glasses confirmed her identity. Luckily no Decepticons had locked onto her position first or there would be more trouble.

Now he needed to contact Optimus and the others to let them know he had found her and the glasses. Then he would need to continue protecting her and find a way to get her to give them the glasses. This would prove the most difficult of his tasks. From the information then had hacked during their research it showed that most humans would have an adverse reaction to alien life forms.

He waited until well after midnight before easing out of the driveway and heading off to a secure location to send his transmission.

The sound of a familiar engine revving had Sam sitting straight up in bed. Blinking at the clock she saw it was sometime after midnight. Cursing under her breath she slid out from under her warm covers and peeked out her window trying to find out the source of the noise. The scene of her vehicle slowly pulling from the driveway into the street and then leaving did not sit well with her.

"Son of a..." Yanking on her tennis shoes and grabbing her jacket she ran from the house and down towards the garage hopping on her old bike and taking off after the perpetrator.

"Hey! That's my car!" For a moment she considered calling the police then shook it off. She would follow the thieves and check out the situation. If she couldn't get it back on her own she would get all the information she could on them and then call the police.

Somehow she managed to keep her vehicle in sight as she pumped her legs to get the bike moving. When the car finally pulls to a stop outside the old quarry Sam maneuvered herself behind the old rail cars, keeping low to not attract attention. Pulling out her cell phone she dialed Mikaela.

"...ring...ring...ring...ring...Hello?"

"Mik! It's Sam! Someone stole my car!"

"Sam?" The sleep filled voice on the other end didn't appear to follow the conversation.

"Someone stole my car! I followed them. We're out at the old quarry past Montgomery Street." Sam whispered hastily into the phone.

"Someone stole your car and you followed them?" The disbelief coloring her friend's voice irked the other girl.

"I just got it!"

"That's the stupidest..."

Sam didn't hear the rest of Mikaela's rant as her eyes followed the large form her car just turned into. It stood a good twenty-two to twenty-five feet in the air. One large limb lifted into the air shooting out a blue beam.

"Oh my god..."

"Sam? Sam!"

"Mik...my car...it...it just turned into a robot thingy...and stood up." Sam stuttered into the phone. "My car's a...robot thingy..."

A long sigh filled the other end. "Sam, are you drunk? It's ok if you are, I'll come and get you..."

"No I'm not drunk!" She hissed into the phone. "I'm telling the truth. My car just turned into a robot!"

"Sam...go home and go to bed. You obviously need sleep. Call me tomorrow when you feel better...click..."

Sam stared in disbelief at her phone. "She hung up on me!" Huffing she turned back to the creature that was her car only to find it gone. Blinking she looked again but nothing presented itself.

"Maybe, I am hallucinating..." Pulling herself up she got back on her bike and made the long trek home wondering what had happened. Not once did she see the yellow Camaro slowly trailing her.