Disclaimer: All of these guys below belong to Hasbro. I just like playing with their fates and will return them when done.

Sunstreaker had been strangely quiet on the way back to the dorms and into the next morning. It was eerie and frankly it worried Sam a little. The Lamborghini just sat out there in the sunlight, looking dazzling as ever, but Sam couldn't help but feel like something was going to give. As he stumbled out of bed he decided not to think about it, or the mech, and went off to get ready. He picked one of his last clean shirts out of the closet; he'd have to do wash later, and a relatively clean pair of jeans. He flipped open his phone and texted Natalie, asking for a time.

He casted a few looks out the window once in a while as he busied himself while waiting. He flipped through his text books, still amazed and disturbed that he could just about repeat word for word the text written on the pages. His phone buzzed when she sent her reply. He fished around for his shoes, not noticing his mismatched socks, and grabbed the keys that were used as nothing more than a prop. As soon as he was within sight, Sunstreaker opened his door invitingly although it felt more ominous.

"Are you well Sam? You seem a tad…tense." Sunstreaker sounded too…normal. It wasn't forced, but wasn't natural sounding either. It was as if he were planning, no…plotting, something.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Perfectly fine." Had he been in bipedal mode, Sam was sure Sunstreaker would be giving him a doubtful look. However, the mech didn't poke or prod for information. Sam quickly changed the subject. The entire ride felt like it was leading to something and Sam wondered if criminals felt like this when heading to trial. He let out a breath when the mall came into view. Maybe the feeling will have passed later. He really didn't want to be this jumpy tomorrow when he planned on giving Sunstreaker a good wash and a once over to ensure everything was still functioning well. He pated Sunstreaker's hood affectionately before disappearing into the building.

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The pizza was hot, cheesy and all around wonderful. Sam tried not to laugh with food in his mouth, thankfully not the only one in such a position. Carly's boyfriend was having the same problem. He swallowed and sucked down some of his soda.

"It wasn't scary babe," the boyfriend, Sam couldn't remember his name, smirked. "You could totally tell who it was and when that guy was going to die. Am I right?" He looked at Sam.

"It wasn't the best horror movie. It was easy to tell, oh come on…" He snickered as Natalie and Carly rolled their eyes, shoving the men they sat next to.

"It was not!" Carly defended as her friend agreed vocally.

"It was still freaky when his head went…urgh!" Natalie shuddered as Sam and Carly's boyfriend laughed. Sam just couldn't find the movie scary, not after what he's seen, it was nothing in comparison. The group gathered up their trash and walked out. The conversation turned towards how cute one of the actors had been leaving Sam and Jason (was that it?) to tune them out. Jason volunteered to start their car and escaped, leaving poor Sam with them. Natalie leaned against his arm as they walked towards her car. The hair on the back of Sam's neck stood up and he had to force himself from looking around for a decepticon. One of the girls suddenly stopped and shook Carly's arm to get her attention. Once she was entranced, she squeaked and poked Natalie.

"Oh. My. God." He wasn't sure who said it, but that sentence had him whirling around to see what had captured their attention hoping it wasn't a decepticon. Luck was on his side. It was a man they were looking at. A very sexy one at that. He moved in a determined fashion, Sam could just about bet he wasn't here to shop judging by the look on his face.

'Please walk by, please walk by.' Sam's mental chant was not heard by any higher powers. The next thought that came into his mind was 'boyfriend'. Oh god, he really hoped Natalie wasn't taken by this guy. He slowed as he came to them, much to the girls' pleasure, and smiled pleasantly. He was tall with the build of a gymnast and the looks of a porn star. A few tattoos adorned his body, likely of tribal origins. His bright eyes fixed onto Sam's nervous form.

"Do you know him?" Natalie whispered to Sam. He merely shook his head. The man strode straight up to him, ignoring Natalie's greeting. He gave her a scathing look that had her backing up quite a few steps before wrapping a strong arm around Sam and pulling him close. Sam was all too aware of their touching bodies. He was able, however, to get a closer look at the tattoos. He was surprised to find he recognized them, not as tribal, but as Cybertronian. His eyes widened with realization, but Sunstreaker moved before he could say anything. This time he smirked and bent down to pull Sam into a very passionate and meaningful kiss. It was electric, hot and made him want more. He wanted to knot his hands in Sunstreaker's hair to pull him closer, wanted to be closer. Wanted more of him.

"Mine." He breathed before pulling away from Sam. The girls were silent, obviously not objecting to the sight, but unsure all the same. He sent another look to Natalie. If she were a smart femme, she'd get the hint. Sam was still a bit dazed from the kiss and his brain was trying desperately to catch up with everything. "I will make sure Sam gets back safely. Have a good night." He moved his arm to wrap around Sam's shoulders and led his human (yes his) to his true form.