Everything had gone back to normal after the battle in Mission City, or so it had seemed. Megaton was gone, everyone had gone back to their lives, the Autobots went back into hiding, patrolling the earth, waiting, watching, searching, for any signs or signals of surviving Transformers somewhere, anywhere, in the expanses of the universe. The Savior of The Earth had finished college and seemed happy with his life. But Mikaela. Something was different about her. She had changed; she had become something else, something cruel, abusive even. Everyone noticed but stayed silent. No one took it well, but the one who took it the hardest was Bumblebee.

The Guardian watched in silence as Mikaela pushed HIS Savior around. The engine beneath the hood of the black and yellow Chevrolet Camaro rumbled as he stood -or rather- stayed parked, in his alt form. He glanced to his leader, the Prime of Primes, Optimus. The Prime revved his engine softly as a silent sign for the scout to keep quiet. He himself had asked the Witwiky of his problem, but the boy smiled his usual, forced, fake smile and shook his head, pleading- "It's nothing, seriously, don't worry about it buddy." Time after time Optimus would ask, but it was always the same shake of the head, always the same fake smile. Eventually, he cut the loss and decided to leave it alone. The prime comm. linked with the autobot in a private frequency, sensing his distress. "Samuel can hold his own Bumblebee." Optimus knew he wouldn't be receiving a reply from the scout, but he continued on anyway, in a reassuring manner. "He refuses to speak of it, even to myself. I have decided to leave it alone, to let him deal with it himself. You should do the same. I understand it may be a pain in the aft to watch, however, it is his life, and his choice to deal with it." The comm. link ended, and Bumblebee sat in silence. He knew what Optimus had said was true, but it was hard to sit and watch when the same boy had saved the life of the woman now abusing him both mentally and physically, let her do it. He did nothing but agree with what she had to say and did what she told him. It was sickening.

"Grow up, Sam! I can't take this anymore! It's stupid! You need to start acting like an adult. You're not saving the earth. You're a human being who needs to think about our future! I'm not going to live at an Autobot base! I want a house and a family, and you need to provide that for me. You need to get a job. I'm not easy maintenance Sam." With that her hand raised and connected to his cheek with a harsh, sickeningly loud, slap, before she turned on her pumps that she had generously let Sam buy her using his savings, and stomped over to her car, which Sam was also allowed to pay for. She slid into the passenger seat, and drove off, leaving Sam staring as the vehicle drove out of his distance, his hand raised to his pained, reddened cheek. A growl was heard from behind the boy coming from a black mech that had recently changed out of his alt form of a GMT Topkick. "What the hell was that Sam? I keep watching silently, but I can't take keeping quiet anymore! Why are you so whipped?" The Autobot known as Ironhide received a glare from Optimus who had just transformed from his alt as well. The bot rolled his optics and sighed.

Bumblebee was the last to transform. He didn't speak up, but nodded in agreement with Ironhide as Optimus glared to both of them with a look that screamed, 'shut the frag up or you will both end up in the med bay with Racket extracting your arms from places your arms shouldn't be.' The two Autobots, along with Optimus fell silent as a soft, nervous laugh escaped the lips of the human standing before them, an ant in the comparison of size to even Bumblebee, the smallest Autobot. Sam smiled softly as he continued to stare into the horizon where Mikaela's car was lost in the distance. "Guys, really, don't worry about it. She's just Mikaela. Probably on her woman thing or something." He turned to face the autobots and tilted his head with another smile, trying to seem as genuine as he could. Inside, he felt the way they did. He hated how Mikaela had become, WHAT Mikaela had become. Still, he kept up the happy-go-lucky act in front of everyone else. Ironhide growled once again before he stomped back off to his hanger at the remote Autobot base in the same manner Mikaela had with a couple Cybertronian, swears passing his lips.

Optimus sighed, leaned down on one knee, and stared down at the boy with a genuinely concerned look his optics. "Samuel, Ironhide will calm down soon, just needs a good circulation from his cooling fans." Sam laughed softly as he nodded up at the Prime and bit his lip. "Yeah, uhm... I think I'm gonna head to bed guys..." He almost whispered. Optimus nodded in agreement as Bumblebee let out a soft click as an agreement. Sam smiled softly and waved up to both of his comrades. "Night guys." With that, Sam turned and made his way back to his little hanger which had served as a stock room for the abandoned airbase but it was big enough for him. It had a bed, a desk, concrete floors, a television, and a west facing window which he was thankful for since he wouldn't be awaken by the first rays of the sun, and he had gotten to watch every sunset as he laid in bed after hours. Sam pushed his door open and kicked off his converse before he pushed the door closed with a sock covered foot. He slowly made his way over to his bed, shedding his baggy, grease stained T-shirt, and overly large, faded blue jeans on the way, pondering the thought of buying himself some clothes that actually fit, but then what would he do when Mikaela asked for a new purse, skirt, or shoes? He quickly shook his head and dismissed the thought before flopping down on his twin sized cot that was good enough for him even though Major Lennox had offered better. He didn't need anything fancy, the bare necessities were all he needed and he was content with them.

Sam slowly pulled his pillow to his chest as he watched the sun set, staring adoringly out the window at the orange, pinks, and yellows that spread across the skies. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he closed his chestnut colored eyes. Hours had passed and night had long since settled over the heavens as the Savior continued to clench onto his pillow, still awake in the silence, well as much as there would be. Autobots were running around and he was pretty sure he could hear Ratchet going on about someone touching his tools. A soft laugh escaped Sam's lips but soon faded into a soft whimper, and then into a choked back sob. What was wrong with him? Men didn't cry... no.. that was weakness, and he couldn't be weak. He was the protector of the earth, the Savior... he couldn't have any weaknesses, other than being human, and loving, and feeling pain, and anger and... hurt... tears had now run down and stained his cheeks as he pushed his face into the pillow, he wouldn't let anyone hear him cry. But someone, or rather, something, did. Bumblebee stood in shock outside of Sam's window, well, to the side of it, he hadn't dared to let the boy see him, that would just upset him further. The scout had come to see if Sam had wanted to talk about what had happened, but now, he stood and listened to the Savior, HIS Savior sob into his pillow until the gentle cries turned into soft snores and as the sun rose over the horizon behind him, all Bee could think of was one thing.

Sam...