After the war, another begins (Transformers x reader)

(Sorry for the past 2 chapters being slow, I'm trying to skip to the more exciting parts without using too many time skips! I'd like to also apologize for not having (Name) talk or be more active, it's difficult for me to come up with dialogue that's not too mean or snappy but in my opinion Transformers (2007) is not my favorite due to how fast the conversation are along with the scenes, like WDYM we ain't gonna raise a eyebrow at the radio turning on suddenly?
Also y'all talking note on how I'm not a fan of Sam? He gives me real second hand embarrassment :( it's hard writing for him)

Written: May 12th, 2025

Words: 3k+

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It was late at night by the time (Name) and Sam got back home after dropping Mikaela off but thankfully sam parents let them off the hook since they just barely made it in before curfew, and while sam went to bed almost as soon as he hit his mattress

(name) sat awake for a bit longer looking through some sketches she had done the prior day, her mind went back to how mikaela let loose, talking about her problems, sam, for once, not trying to use it as a way to get closer and for (Name) it was a moment for the two girls to finally talk once more

(name) closed her book as she glanced around the house Sam's parents had decorated over the years of them living here and she couldn't help but wonder what her own future had in store for her, would it be something good? Something worthy?

Before (Name) could let her mind go deeper in thought, she heard the sound of sam’s camaro start up
“Sam?” (Name) hissed as she stood from the couch and went over to the window, thinking she'd see Sam trying to sneak out but all she saw was something that made her blood turn cold

The car was driving itself.

Or at least (name) saw no one in the driver seat, could be ducked down.. Yeah, they're just ducked down (Name) tells herself
Just as (Name) was about to run and wake Ron up, she heard Sam run from his room screaming out and just a second later he was out the door
“That's my car! Hey! Dad! Call the police!”
Sam kept yelling as he slipped his shoes on while still running, (Name) scrambling to follow behind
“Sam?!” she called out but he was already on his bike, still yelling for someone to call the police as he biked behind the car

(Name), worrying for his safety, ran over to her house where her old bike sat collecting dust and rust. (Name) cringed when she sat on the worn out seat of her old bike but ignored it as she followed behind Sam, but man was it hard to catch up with him, plus she wasn't even wearing shoes and the rough feeling of the pedals against her feet was making her just want to turn around
“Sam! “ she tried to call out to him to make him slow down but he either didn't hear her or wasn't listening “we don't even know if they're armed!”

She followed Sam til they reached some type of junk ward, and with Sam still a bit in front of her, she slowed her bike down so she could catch her breath “ah.. Oh my god..-” (Name) gently dropped her bike down as she stumbled to follow Sam, the rocks underneath her feet were not helping at she whispers for Sam to wait up

Sam held his hand up as he jerked her to kneel next to her while pointing to.. What the hell?
(Name) stared wide eyed as she saw the camaro transform into some type of robot and shine a light up in the sky with the same symbol that was on the steering wheel “What is that!”

“SHH!” Sam ducked down when the light went over to them before it went back up. He pulled his phone out to record while panicking, leading (Name) to also kinda panic
“ My name is Sam Witwicky, and this is (Name) (Last Name). Whoever finds this, my car is alive alright? You saw that?since this is my last words on earth, I just wanna say mom, dad, I love you- and if you find Busty beauties under my bed, it wasn't me- it's (name)!” (name) cringed as she smacked him “sam-”
“okay, i'm sorry- okay, that's not true, it's mine and uncle Charles gave it to me, I'm sorry, mojo, I love you” Sam finished while closing his phone