So for those of you who have read this before I am sorry for not updating. Though here is an update for the story it is not 'all' the same. There will also be no blind polls at the end anymore. But if you so wish as to guess what may or may not happen then do so.

Disclaimer: Honestly no one would want me to have the rights to this movie. Best leave it to professionals, but if Bay wasn't a professional director when it comes to big explosions and stuff, i personally would have hunted him down for the death of Jazz.

There was always something that made Earth beautiful to everyone, whether it was in the morning, noon, or evening. Or maybe when it rained someone fell in love with the planet's beauty, or when the sun was blazing and no clouds were there to cover it. Maybe it was when there were clouds in a forest on a warm day in the summer. A cold winter's night in the mountains was another cup of tea, or hot chocolate, to someone else.

To Bumblebee, when the sun began to set upon the horizon and it was framed by just enough cloud coverage, the afternoon was what captured him and made him love Earth on the first day that he arrived. The sun was bright like a flare as it was dying, one last spark of hope surrounded by beautiful colors that radiated warmth.

The afternoon made the Earth beautiful.

There was another thing he adored though. The sunset reminded him of what he adored. He stared into the sunset as he accessed memories.

Audio/Visual Files # 1e005

Sam File 996

:: "I'm sorry Bee, I didn't mean to keep it from you. I just didn't want you to worry" ::

What did he ever do to make him worry again?

Oh yes, now he remembered.

He opened the sub-link to another memory file.

-x-

Sam watched the road fly under Bumblebee's hood through the windshield. Mikaela was in the passenger seat, smiling, and turning up the volume. The ocean was on the right side of Bumblebee and the forest of Maine to his left. The beach was gorgeous and the late 6 o'clock sun resting just above the tree line let its fading rays light up the surface of the ocean. Sam let a smile grace his face as he urged Bee to go faster.

Bumblebee took greater care of them though, not indulging in their rather rebellious and adrenaline seeking acts, and slowed down on the turn. People lined the beach, some were putting up logs to start a bonfire for when the sun finally dropped behind the horizon. As they continued along though the number of people grew scarce and they were soon running on a lonely road, just the three of them. Sam saw the near hidden exit and gave Bee the directions to where they could be themselves. Free from the inquisitive eyes of the parts of society that feared the idea of other beings and those that were fanatical about the idea of other beings.

A clearing that if, not encircled by trees, reminded them of the lookout back in Nevada. Bee was free to transform into his bipedal form and blared the music for them to dance to. Sam knew he and Mikaela didn't have to worry about being trampled upon since it was a wide clearing and Bee was always careful with them. He was lost in the joy of being with his two best friends after a long week of taking midterms and dealing with nightmares. No-he wasn't here to remember the nightmares. He was here to forget them.

Mikaela and Bee were doing a damn good job of distracting him too. Life was grand even as the sun set. The stars were hanging brightly over their heads when they finally stopped dancing and landed on the ground in exhaustion-though Bee probably didn't need to fall as much as he and Mikaela did.

Sam sucked in as much air as he could and let his body cool off, his heartbeat was taking its sweet time to go back to beating at a normal pace. And as he cooled and settled he looked up into the inky blackness of space and sky and reveled in the soft glow of the stars. One of those stars Bee had come from. One of those stars that had led him here and eventually led Bee to himself, eventually dragging Mikaela along for the ride. On a tangent Sam realized too late he thought of something that unnerved him.

Didn't that star have to die for Bumblebee and the other Autobots to be here?

And then he thought about the most recent nightmare-NO! He couldn't remember that right now. He needed a distraction again. He was thinking too much now. As his heart rate jumped in his chest he turned on his side to where Mikaela was.

"Hey Mikky-?" He started and found himself talking to grass. Mikaela was a little farther away from him now, standing, and watching the sky just like him. Bee was staring up too and he didn't even seem bothered by Sam's sudden call to his girlfriend. Sam tried to quell the fear in him as memories-little flashbacks of the night before-tried to dance in the front of his mind. He didn't want to let the memories win. He turned his gaze away from Bee to Mikaela once again-and found that his heart had dropped.

Where Mikaela once stood now was replaced by elephantine silver-gray feet. His eyes rose until he found that which resembled a face. Red eyes gleamed down at him.

Nonononononononononono.

Starscream was holding Mikaela at chest level and she wasn't even screaming for him or Bee. She was actually smiling and that made his blood run cold. He lifted himself to his feet and ran to Mikaela and Starscream, though he knew he was forgetting something. His heart-it was pounding. Pounding and beating as if trying to rip itself out of his chest and reach them first.

Though he ran the distance never changed, they were unreachable. Then he remembered what he had forgot-Bumblebee.

"BEE!" He yelled to his close friend and twisted mid-run in the air. His eyes searched for his yellow friend who was nowhere to be found for only a moment. What Sam found made his heart stop and chill like he was dead. Megatron was standing on the other side of the clearing and clutching Bumblebee's throat in his claw-like hand. Sam saw just how easy it would be for Megatron to snap Bee's neck, he saw it happen before too. And how he yearned to stop it-but Mikaela! He looked back at Mikaela and Starscream to find they were standing there just like before and still he couldn't make up his mind on what to do. Bee's life or Mikaela's? He wondered what either Decepticon wanted with him now-his death? His slow and painful demise as he watched them horrendously tear his friends apart? He knew it would work in his already paranoid state.

"So boy," Megatron's voice carried across the now wider clearing, he wondered if it was that big in the first place, "What will it be?"

What would what be? He couldn't think straight as his mind tried to process everything-He couldn't reach them. Neither 'Con was close enough for him to run at them-and in the end what would that do? But he didn't want to give up either of them and-

"Oh so very slow you are fleshling." Megatron almost crooned, "But I shall have what I want either way…" With that he dropped Bee to the earth and Bee laid there prone. Sam suddenly couldn't find the will to run to Bee and watched as Megatron picked Bee up by the wrist joint as if he were a dirty piece of trash.

"No, no, no-please no!" He mentally begged. Megatron ripped Bumblebee's hand away from his wrist joint. Energon, rather beautiful with its pink shade, spilled from the torn wires at the end of Bee's arm. Bee didn't flinch and just took it like a lifeless doll. Sam wanted to look away and when he thought of Mikaela he finally did. If they had chosen Bee then they might have spared Mikaela's life.

How wrong he was.

Starscream's hand was veined with red liquid, pouring down in from where his thumb should be which was hiding directly behind Mikaela. She was smiling at him still and mouthed the words 'I love you Sam". He felt sick inside, sick because he knew that because she loved him she was here right now being killed-and how could she fucking smile at a time like this?

He couldn't bear to look at her anymore and returned to looking at Bee which who was becoming a scrap heap in Megatron's hands. Bee's armor was being torn away ever so slowly from his inner protoform, warped in such an unnatural way that Sam felt ready to puke. His vision was now ping-ponging between the bloody Mikaela and the warped and Energon stained Bee.

Mikaela's body was crushed in Starscream's hand, and to his disgusted relief he couldn't see her smiling anymore, and blood stained the mech's armor. The smile he wore on his facial plates told Sam that he was wearing the liquid proudly.

Sam didn't know why he continued to watch but he did and with one final look at Megatron and Bumblebee he saw Megatron's hand reach for Bumblebee's throat.

"NO-!"

-x-

"Gnh-NO-!" Sam choked out. His arms flew into the air and his hips twisted, legs flailing to gain purchase on ground he thought was there, and he fell onto the floor of his shared dorm. ON his hands and knees he was gasping and choking, he saw Mikaela's blood and Bee's energon on his hands.

"He-hel" He tried to call for help and ended up coughing again. His throat was on fire, his stomach was churning and the only thing he could think about was having enough dignity to crawl over to the trashcan and heave. How he did it he didn't know. Leo was suddenly up and by his side, rubbing his back in a rare act of kindness.

"Sam?" He asked him softly. Sam was amazed at how kind the paranoid teen could be, "Sam, buddy, you don't look so good. Want me to take you t the bathroom?" Sam was grateful that Leo knew what was happening to him. He was grateful that Leo helped him to the bathroom and stayed by his side as he expelled what was left in his stomach. He was grateful that Leo kept the vow of silence, because he had told him he would get better.

But he was also afraid of the lie he had told Leo and himself. He wasn't getting better and sooner or later someone, someone he didn't want to find out about 'this', would find out. And if his stomach wasn't already emptied by the time Leo had rushed from the bathroom and back in with his phone he would have heaved again.

"Sam…. It's Bee."

-x-

Yes…

Bee remembered…


The dream sort of prophesizes things to come...

And there is an update. Be happy with it...even though it's not the 'happiest' read I've ever written.....

Also Merry be-lated Christmas to you all and happy New Year!