Capítulo 17: Chapter 13: A Ride with Destiny
The week had passed quietly at **Howler Manor**, the stillness of the countryside a stark contrast to the chaos of Saber's former life. The renovations were progressing steadily, and though the old house still had much to be done, Saber found peace in the routine. Patch had become his constant companion, exploring the house with boundless curiosity, while **Tempest** remained parked discreetly in the garage, ever watchful.
On this particular day, Saber was sitting on the front steps of the manor, enjoying the crisp morning air, when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. **Sam Witwicky** was approaching the house, an excited grin plastered across his face.
"Saber!" Sam waved as he jogged up the driveway. "You free today?"
Saber smiled, standing up and brushing the dust from his jeans. "Depends. What's going on?"
Sam's eyes gleamed with excitement. "It's finally happening! My dad's taking me to get my first car today. We're heading over to this used car dealership, and I wanted to see if you wanted to come along. It'd be cool to have a second opinion, you know?"
A car? Saber's mind immediately flickered to Tempest, who had been created by his magic in a desperate moment of survival. Unlike any ordinary car, Tempest had a life of his own. The thought of bringing him along gave Saber pause, but at the same time, Tempest was used to blending in. He could play the role of a normal car when needed.
Saber gave Sam a thoughtful nod. "Sure, I'll come. But I'll bring my car along. Patch is staying here—he'll just cause too much attention."
Sam laughed, though he didn't quite understand the significance of Patch being left behind. "Cool. I can't wait to see what kind of car you've got."
Saber glanced toward the garage where Tempest was parked. "Yeah... he's a bit different."
They didn't waste much time. After saying goodbye to Patch, who barked and whirred from the doorway, Saber led Sam to the garage. When the large door lifted, Sam's eyes widened as he caught sight of Tempest—a sleek, black muscle car, with gleaming chrome detailing and an aura that made it seem almost too perfect to be real.
"Whoa," Sam breathed, walking around Tempest with wide eyes. "This is your car? Dude, that's insane!"
Saber chuckled nervously. "Yeah, he's... special."
Sam didn't catch the hesitation in Saber's voice, too distracted by the car's impressive appearance. "I can't believe you've been holding out on me! Man, this is going to make whatever car I get today look like a pile of junk."
Saber smiled and patted the roof of Tempest as if reassuring the transformer that it was all part of the plan. "He's good at blending in," Saber said. "He'll make it easy for us to get there."
What Sam didn't know was that Tempest was more than just a car—he was a transformer, created by Saber's magical core in a moment of self-defense. But for now, Tempest played the part of an ordinary vehicle. Saber could feel Tempest's presence through their unique connection, a silent understanding between creator and creation.
The two climbed into the car, Saber taking the driver's seat while Sam admired the smooth leather interior.
As they pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, Sam leaned back in his seat, a wide grin on his face. "Man, this is going to be awesome. I've been waiting forever to get my own car. My dad's making me buy used, of course, but I don't care—I just want my freedom, you know?"
Saber nodded, his hands gripping the wheel. "Yeah, I get it. A car's more than just a way to get around. It's freedom."
"Exactly!" Sam laughed. "Hey, maybe I'll find something half as cool as yours."
Tempest hummed softly beneath Saber's hands, the car's engine unusually quiet for a muscle car. Saber could feel Tempest's awareness through their bond, though the transformer remained silent for now, playing his part as the perfect vehicle.
As they drove through the quiet streets of the suburban neighborhood, heading toward the outskirts of the city where the used car dealership was located, Saber couldn't shake the feeling that something larger was looming just over the horizon. Ever since arriving in the United States, he had felt like he was caught in the calm before a storm—like the world around him was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
But for now, everything seemed peaceful. Ordinary.
When they finally pulled into the lot of **Bobby Bolivia's Used Cars**, Sam's excitement grew even more palpable. The dealership was full of cars in varying conditions, from shiny secondhand sedans to rusty old pickups. Bobby Bolivia, the flamboyant owner of the dealership, greeted them with an eager grin as soon as they stepped out of Tempest.
"Welcome, welcome!" Bobby called out, waving his arms dramatically. "Lookin' for something that screams freedom? I've got it all!"
Sam looked like a kid in a candy store, his eyes darting from car to car as he tried to take it all in. "This is it," he whispered to Saber, his grin widening. "This is where I find my first car."
Saber followed Sam around the lot, letting him explore while keeping a quiet eye on Tempest. The muscle car sat parked near the entrance, appearing unremarkable to anyone who didn't know its secret. Still, Saber remained on edge, though he didn't quite know why.
After several minutes of browsing, Sam's attention was caught by a **rusty yellow Camaro** tucked away in the corner of the lot. The car was far from perfect—the paint was peeling, and it looked like it had seen better days—but something about it drew Sam in.
"That one," Sam said, pointing at the Camaro with an almost instinctive certainty. "I want that one."
Bobby Bolivia, who had been hovering nearby, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you've got good taste, my friend. That's a classic right there. She's got character."
Saber glanced at the Camaro, a strange feeling stirring in his chest. There was something about that car... something familiar, though he couldn't quite place it. Tempest, still parked by the entrance, seemed to pulse faintly through their connection, as if sensing something too.
Sam beamed as he ran a hand over the hood of the Camaro. "I can't explain it, but this one feels right."
Bobby grinned, rubbing his hands together. "Then she's yours—for the right price, of course."
As Sam and Bobby negotiated the details, Saber found himself staring at the yellow Camaro, his instincts buzzing with a quiet urgency. It wasn't just an ordinary car—there was something more to it, something that made his magic hum softly in response.
Once the deal was finalized, Sam couldn't stop grinning as he climbed into the driver's seat of his new Camaro. "Saber, you're going to have to race me with your fancy muscle car now!"
Saber smiled, though his mind was elsewhere. "We'll see about that."
As Sam pulled out of the dealership, the Camaro's engine roared to life, and Saber followed close behind in Tempest. The two cars sped down the road, side by side, but Saber's thoughts were consumed by the strange feeling that had settled in his gut.
There was something more going on here. Something bigger than both of them.
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Back at **Howler Manor**, Patch was pacing near the front door, his mechanical paws tapping against the floor in agitation. His sensors were picking up on something—something that made him restless, though he couldn't quite identify the source. He let out a soft whine, his optics glowing faintly as he continued to pace.
Outside, in the garage, Tempest's presence rippled through the connection with Saber, a faint pulse of awareness that mirrored Saber's growing unease. Though the muscle car remained perfectly still, Tempest's optics flickered to life for just a brief moment before dimming once more.
The world was shifting, and the Autobots were waking.
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