Newbie Stalker Comes Bearing Fic
Well I've been stalking this community for about two weeks now, and decided to go ahead and join. Then, I began to feel guilty for not having anything to contribute, got bitten by a mini plot bunny, and ended up writing a 600 word story. So please let me know if I missed anything that needed to be put in the post. The story takes place after RotF, so there's going to be slight spoilers for it and the 2007 movie. Oh and it's very work safe, the rating just for a few choice words Sam uses in his mind.
Title: Sam’s Ponderings
Pairing: Slight Sam/Bee and Sam/Mikaela
Rating: PG-13 for small use of language
Summary: Post RotF. Sam’s spending some of his down time musing on the past.
Sam didn’t find himself pondering often. After all, he was currently in college with a hot girlfriend willing to keep their long distance relationship going and a sweet ride willing to take him out for a drive whenever he had the chance.
However, amongst the seemingly endless amount of homework, interruptions from a slightly disturbed roommate, and all around general distractions of college life, Sam found himself with a rare moment of time in which to ponder.
Fate. Destiny. Providence. All three words a futile attempt to explain, describe, and define a particular way of how incomprehensible coincidences occur in the normal person’s life.
Sam knew he wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, but even he was aware of the fact that he had to have something backing him up, though it might just be plain ‘ole luck.
Sam knew for a fact that he was lucky. There were far too many instances that pointed to the very fact:
1. He had escaped from a psychotic 30+ foot alien robot that wanted to kill him.
2. He had survived falling from a 150+ foot building after being blown off by said psychotic 30+ foot alien robot.
3. He had destroyed the only remaining hope of life for the autonomous robotic organisms he called friends, only to not just avoid punishment, but be praised instead.
4. After surviving an epic battle between badass alien robots and the US military, his alien robot guardian/snazzy car/best friend asked for permission from his leader to stay with him, the dorky, socially awkward boy, which was granted.
5. His parents, after discovering they had an alien robot in their garage, still let their son ‘keep’ him. At least until he left for college.
6. After having freaky alien symbols rattling around in his head and making him go slightly nuts for a short period of time, being kidnapped by the previously deceased psychotic 30+ foot alien robot, and having a freaky worm/centipede device thrust into his brain, he had been rescued with said brain intact.
7. He managed to get dragged through a space-time portal all the way to Egypt by a senile and decrepit Decepticon-turned-Autobot who was one lug nut shy from the scrap heap without turning into a pile of cinders.
8. He had died, been brought back to life by the ancestors of his alien robot friends, and brought Optimus Prime back to life as well.
9. His hot girlfriend and sweet ride/best friend who is an alien robot were with him through the entire Egyptian desert fiasco.
10. His parents, girlfriend, pussy roommate, Autobot friends, and guardian car all made it through the said Egyptian desert fiasco in one piece.
Overall, he had escaped death more times than he wanted to count in case of jinxing himself and ended up with an alien robot that can turn into a bitchin’ camaro as a best friend, along with the beginning suspicions that he was developing a not so slight crush on said alien robot best friend.
Being his best friend though, the bitchin’ camaro had not brought up any awkward conversations concerning the fact. It was simply left unspoken and understood that they were two best friends who loved each other more than the previous title suggested.
Yes, Sam Witwicky thought himself a very lucky guy.
A slightly questioning rumble of an engine broke him out his thoughts, bringing his awareness back to the present, where it really should stay if he didn’t want to end up burning in the late afternoon sun in which he was basking.
Running a hand gently over the hood of the shiny yellow camaro he was currently reclined on, Sam smiled apologetically.
“Sorry Bee, I was just lost in my own thoughts.”
The camaro’s engine’s gentle purring supplied the acceptance of the apology along with a short bit of Garth Brooks “…I get lost in a wonderful daze, lost in your wonderful ways…”.
Yes, damn lucky indeed.
A/N: Lyrics from Garth Brooks’ “Lost In You”