When The Past Catches Up:Chap4

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Sam squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the arm rest next to him so tightly that his knuckles were white.

His stomach rolled painfully as he felt the car swerve and heard the tires screech a protest. He almost smiled when he heard Lennox inhale sharply from the swerving motion of the car.

The silver Pontiac Solstice that they were riding in was definitely living up to his reputation.

  /Satan's Camaro/, Sam snorted at the thought, /more like Satan's Solstice/.  

/I'm just happy that I didn't have time to eat breakfast/ , Sam mused as he fought to keep what little he had eaten in his stomach.

Then Sam made a mistake. A very big mistake. He opened his eyes just in time to see that the Autobot was getting ready to speed through a very busy intersection.

The car swerved around and SUV, slammed on the brakes and just about got crushed from behind by a dump truck. Jazz had stopped in the middle of the intersection.

"Jazz what are you doing?" Sam asked his voice small. "You know, sitting here in the middle of traffic is suicidal."

"Patience, Sam, patience. I know what I am doing." The Autobot replied soothingly before adding to himself, /at least I think I do./

The autobot revved its engines loudly in alarm, and shifted into its highest gear of speed. Ignoring the fact that an eighteen wheeler was directly in front of them.

Sam felt bile rise in the back of his throat as Jazz swept underneath the truck's flat bed. The Pontiac turned sideways and managed to stop underneath the truck, facing the same direction as the truck itself was.

Jazz was careful to stay at the same speed as the truck and kept scanning the area. Starscream had shown on his radar a few seconds ago, which was what had caused the silver mech to pull the maneuver and hide underneath the truck.

The signal disappeared and Jazz sent a long range scan but it reported nothing. Cautiously Jazz moved out from under the big eighteen wheeler.

/I just hope those twins don't learn this trick, or they'll be driving Optimus crazy/ the silver mech thought with a secret grin.

Lennox and Sam heard a gagging sound in the back seat and both of them turned around to see Michaela, her face green-tinged, clap her hands over her mouth.

Will looked around frantically for some sort of container. He was not interested in finding out how an Autobot reacted when they were puked in.

Sam was casting about wildly, trying to find something, anything non-Jazz for Michaela to use as a container. He looked over at Lennox and his eyes lit up. Perfect.

Sam reached over and snatched Will's baseball cap and handed it to Michael who took it gratefully.

"Hey! That's my fa-" Lennox's indignant voice was drowned out by a loud hacking noise and a small, disgusted, "ew" from the back seat.

A chuckle came from the console area and Jazz's voice issued from the speakers, "Sucks for you looser."

Lennox growled sulkily, "I could have let her throw up on you."

"I woulda booted your butt outta here if ya had." Came a completely serious voice. "And Michaela-toss the hat."

After what had felt like hours of living a nightmare the ride ended. The silver car finally slowed to a stop before moving into the Autobot stronghold at a crawl. Sam, Will, and Michaela tumbled out of the Solstice and fell to the ground very relieved to feel the solid earth beneath their feet again.

Once the humans had found that their strength had returned they regained their feet and Lennox began to walk over to where Optimus was standing, Sam and Michaela close behind him.

The gigantic Prime looked down at them as they approached his optics twinkling in amusement. He turned to the transforming Jazz. "That was a record Jazz. Took you about a half an hour to pick Sam up and get back here."  To the humans he added, "I will take you home once you are finished here."

All three of them nodded gratefully and scrambled into Optimus' hand. "How are you feeling Sam?" The big mech questioned, his voice warm and gentle.

"Better. I'm still healing but I am feeling much better and now relieved." The youth answered as he clung to Optimus. In truth, his chest and body was still sore from the spilled energon, but Sam was too happy to complain.

The Autobot leader crossed the berth of the entrance of the reception area and walked calmly into a hallway. Halfway down the corridor Optimus turned and gigantic automatic doors slid back, and out of the way as the giant mech stepped through the opening left by them.

Sam glanced around this new room curiously and noticed that there were quite a few very large robot-accommodating tables evenly spaced throughout the room. On the far wall there was a counter and a storage space below it. Above the counter there were many cupboards.

A medi-bay.

The words flashed through Sam's thoughts as he continued his study of the room, and was jolted out of his ponderings as Optimus turned to the left.

A flash of yellow.

A familiar figure pushing itself upright.

Bumblebee.