He knew something was off. From the first day Sam went to the dealership. He was walking no one with him and haggling over cars even as Sam sat down inside of him. He could feel how light he was. He could tell how tired he was how exhausted sounding. Even as he got out after running his thumb across the symbol on his wheel mumbling about a brand he never heard of. "How much for this car?"

The man, known as Uncle Bobby B., smiled leaning down arm on the roof as he grinned in at the boy. "Well seeing as how it's custom five thousand!"

He felt Sam stiffen. "It's faded."

"Yeah, but it's custom."

"It's custom faded?"

Uncle Bobby B.'s smile formed into a frown. "Look you want the car or not."

"I'm not paying anything more than four thousand." He went to get out as Bobby sighed then smiled getting into a bug. "Now this car…" Sam tuned him out closing the Camaro's door just as he did the other door slammed into the driving side of the bug. Bee was quite pleased with himself. He needed Sam for those glasses. He was going to get those glasses and he knew Sam needed him. He felt it in his spark. He sighed mentally as the guy went to show Sam another car. He couldn't take a hint. Blaring his radio, he made it so all the glass in the other cars windows blow out. Seeing the look on both of their faces was comical. Sam who was looking amused just staring at the shattered glass on the ground smirking. You could just read the look on his face, this couldn't have happened to a nicer man.

Bobby B on the other hand was mortified his cars, his life, this was his money! He needed to repair all these cars! Now! But that car was possessed he knew it was bad voodoo. He turned to the boy. "F-FOURTHOUSAND!" Sam was more than happy to be driving away in Bee.

Bee looked at the house. It seemed so…empty, so hallow. Sam sighed almost reluctant to get out. He stared at the garage door and the rest of the house. His father worked so hard on the damn lawn not to mention the fountain and pathway. He sniffed and held back the tears as he got out and opened the garage door before driving Bee inside. His fingers tightening on the wheel making his knuckles turn white. The only thing that made him get out was when the phone inside rang. He closed the garage and went inside. Bee let out a soft whine. Yeah, he had known something had been wrong.

He stared down at the boy in his arms sleeping pushed into him. Wet tear stains on his face as he shifted now and then. Bee covered him up making Sam push into him and settle. This was their boy now. He wouldn't have to worry anymore.

They would be his family now until the day he died. But Sam was being very difficult. He thought for sure Sam had been sound asleep when he left to let out a signal to the others to let them know to come down. He never imagined him trying to hunt him down chasing after him on a bike nor even be able to keep up. He had been careless in exposure. What was worst Sam had recorded a video of what had happened till he made Sam, after rescuing him from two junk yard dogs, get inside. He of course tried to run but Bee would block him off finally shifting grabbed him and took off. He had demanded the phone by opening his glove box and using his radio. Sam had refused. Bee sighed and kept driving. "Sam…the phone."

"I said no!" Bee growled he pinned Sam against his seat firmly but gently with his wheel.

"Samuel….James….Witwicky!" His dial turned rapidly using different voices to say his full name as well as talk to him. "The…phone now!"

Sam pushed at the wheel reaching for the handle on the door as he promptly kicked Bee's radio. "SCREW YOU!"

Bee, to say the least, wasn't happy. He jerked his wheel back, laid his seat down, and just as Sam went to turn to try to get to the back and try the back door he used his wheel to hit him in the rear end making Sam jerk and let out a surprised yelp of shock. "The…phone."

Sam couldn't believe this. His butt tingled his fingers inches away from grasping the door handle as again the care demanded his phone. He glared at the leather and then kicked the wheel and kept his foot on it. "I SAID NO AND YOU CAN'T JUST HIT ME!" For extra measure he used his other foot to kick the radio as hard as he dared. He could hear the car's engine roar in anger then just as quickly calm. Nothing happened except for the seat lifting him back into place. He stared ahead arms crossed like a pouty child.

"Where are you taking me!?" Bee didn't answer that. Sam couldn't sit there and stare out the window shifting uncomfortably. "You're an asshole!"

Bee sighed and kept focusing on driving till he reached the alley way and shifted holding Sam in his servos making the boy kick and struggle even as the others came rolling up causing Sam to pause his fight as he watched these cars around him shift. He grew tense his hands turning white on the grip he had on the metal under him as he pushed up. "OH HELL NO! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

Bee gave him a look. "You…need to…calm down."

"No, you need to put me down! OR I'LL SCREAM FOR HELP!"

The others looked at Bee then the boy. The black bot finally spoke up. "Boy you need to calm down. Now."

The green yellow one frowned. "His stress levels are high, he had adrenaline pumping, IronHide, calming down would be the first step. Also, he needs rest. His body is exhausted." Sam went red with embarrassment. He didn't like that these things could just read his body as if it was their own. He glared at them with and icy glare. The one known as IronHide snorted. "Well, medic, then you get him to calm down!"

"ENOUGH!" They all jumped even Sam his head spun around to see who spoke. He was tall a good 28feet tall. The bot's eyes were firm, his body stood straight, his posture showing he was in charge and demanded respect. It made Sam feel uneasy and yet angry even as he spoke.

"I am Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots, you've already met your guardian Bumblebee." Bee buzzed shifting Sam gently. Sam looked up. "Wait! Guardian!?"

Bee buzzed smiling a little. Optimus pointed to Ironhide. "My weapon specialist, IronHide, my medic Ratchet." Ratchet shifted giving him a nod. "And my second in command Jazz."

Jazz grinned. "Hey, kiddo."

Sam went tense. "Not a kid!" Jazz frowned. "You are to us lil' buddy."

Sam's jaw went tight. "JUST WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

Bee buzzed whirling and looked at Optimus. "He took a…video."

Optimus nodded. "Well first your phone then your grandfather's glasses of Archibald Witwicky. They have something we need." Bee set Sam down as Optimus knelt down.

"My grandfather?" Optimus nodded and showed him why explaining about the cube. Sam took a step back as the ground seemed to crack under him and looked around.

"Okay…so if I help you get the glasses will you leave me alone?" Bee sighed behind him.

"No."

Sam narrowed his eyes glaring up at them. Optimus stood back up. He sighed. "How do you guys know English?"

"World Wide Web." He explained simply. Sam nodded. Bee buzzed and held his hand down after poking his pocket. "I SAID NO!" He kicked a finger. Bee buzzed the others sighed. Optimus on the other hand reached down and picked Sam up. "You will give us the phone or face the consequences." Sam refused which ended up with him letting out cries of pain and struggling kicking and sobbing till he handed the phone over. Optimus shifted him gently giving him to Bee. "I did not want to do that Sam."

Sam just curled into Bee and sniffed and ignored everything till he was covered up. Bee buzzed sadly as he fell asleep in his arms. He looked up at Optimus and buzzed.

"I wouldn't have done it if he would have listened. Where are his parent figures?"

Bee buzzed and sighed. He never seen them. They nodded. "The boy will be safe with us from now on." Nodding they all went into hiding. Sam ended up in Bee's backseat on his stomach as Bee drove off. Yeah Sam was hiding something and he had a really poor attitude not to mention violent behavior. Sam would learn though. In time even if it meant a sore rear. The web really did show them everything.