Authors Note: Hi! I'm back. This is an OC eccentric story! I own the character's listed here. I do NOT own Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Ratchet or anyone not listed below. Those belong to Hasbro. I'm not rich enough to buy them, so they aren't mine... Yet.

This is a romance: There will be kissing, snuggling and romantic mush.

Please R&R!

The Leader

Name: T-Bone

Nickname: Gramps

Alt Form: Emerald Green 1959 Cadillac Deville

Second In Command/Tactition

Name: Luna

Nickname: None

Alt Form: 2006 Dodge Charger Police Cruiser (NO I AM NOT RIPPING OFF BARRICADE!!!! If you must know... I'm ripping off Prowl. :p)

The Weapons Specialist

Name: Wind Slammer

Nickname: Slammer

Alt Form: Black B-2 Stealth Bomber / 2001 Caterpillar Dump Truck

The Medic

Name: Solar Flare

Nickname: Sparky

Alt Form: OH MY GOD THAT'S BRIGHT! Yellow 2000 BMW Z3 Roadster

Saboteur / Jack Of All Trades

Name: Sonic Boom

Nickname: Boomer

Alt Form: 2007 Ferrari F430, hot pink

Chapter One- Pieces

"So... Wait... After Chromia died... Ironhide and Ratchet became..."

"Bonded. The Cybertronian equivalent of married."

Sam stared at the Bee's steering wheel. "How..."

"What do you mean how? They love each other and so they are together."

"But they're both male...

Bumblebee's engine rumbled with laughter. "That hardly matters where the spark is concerned Sam"

Sam smirked, staring out the window as snow began to fall, before noticing the time on Bee's clock.

"Shit Bee! We're late!"

"Not for long!"

Sam didn't even think as Bumblebee slammed him back against the seat and tore off down the road, his engine roaring.

A loud crack was the only warning Sam had as Bumblebee abruptly lost speed, tires screeching as he lost control and flipped. Bumblebee's terror filled voice screaming at him to brace himself was the last sound Sam heard as his face slammed into the steering wheel and everything went dark.

The first thing Sam became aware of, was cold. He was freezing. Shivering, he let himself slip back into the haze surrounding his mind.

Bumblebee's panic filled voice echoed through the darkness. "Sam... SAM! Please... Sam my scanners aren't working... SAM SPEAK TO ME!"

Sam opened his eyes as Bee shuddered, the sound of choking sobs reaching his ears. They were upside down, the dash board twisted and bent around him as a shield of sorts, pinning him against the seat. Bumblebee's mangled front end was smashed against something with such force, his hood folded upwards, blocking out everything. His windshield was gone, shattered into a thousand pieces all over the seat. Sam moaned softly at the pounding agony that tore through his head and tried to move.

"Bee... "

The dash board that had probably saved his life moved back slowly. Dark blue liquid dripped from it as it crunched and twisted, shifting back into place, freeing him.

"Sam... I'm so sorry... Help is coming... Just hold on..."

Sam winced and tried to relax, worrying about his friend.. "It's ok Bee... What happened?"

"I... I slipped on the ice... I 'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

Sam cautiously moved. Nothing seemed broken. "Yeah... I think so... What about you?"

"It's nothing Ratchet can't fix...Primus Sam, I thought I'd killed you..."

Smirking, Sam reached out to stroke Bee's cracked dash board reassuringly.

"Aw Bee... You won't get rid of me that easy... Think you can manage some heat?"

Bumblebee grunted, a horrible grinding sound coming from under his smashed front end as he tried to start, his engine weakly turning over twice before shuddering and going still.

"I...I'm sorry Sam... I...Nothing is working...I..."

Sam continued to stroke the dashboard, concern flooding him. "It's ok Bee... You sound awful..."

"Sam... Someone is coming... I don't know who... I need to transform...I'm going to release your seatbelt... Can you climb out?"

"Yeah..."

"Brace yourself..."

Sam braced himself against Bee's roof as the seatbelt released, dropping him. Wincing, he crawled through Bee's shattered windshield, careful to remember that the mangled steel under his hands and knee's was alive and feeling every movement he made.

Bee jerking underneath him was his only warning as a hand jerked free and curled around him. He barely had time to register the fact that Bumblebee's hand was deformed and stucking up the the mangled remains of his hood before he found himself face to face with the barrel of wicked looking cannon.

Bumblebee's terrified squeal was followed by a jerk as the metal around him yanked upwards, folding around the deformed hand Bumblebee had somehow brought up as a shield. Sam could see the decepticon through the cracks. The cannon was point blank range, Sam knew without a doubt that no amount of shielding would save him from the blast that was coming.

Scrunching his eyes shut, he waited for death.

"I love you Bee..."

To his surprise, instead of a fiery ball of death, he heard a loud crunch and a choked gargle.

Taking a chance, he slowly opened one eye just in time to see the massive decepticon in front of him slide to his knees, his optics flickering and going dark as dark blue liquid gushed from a smoking hole in his chest. Standing behind him, aiming a whirring cannon that would have made Ironhide green with envy, was the biggest Cybertronian Sam had ever seen. Panic prevented him from moving. It's optics were hidden by a black V shaped visor, covering everything but it's lower face and mouth.

"Oh please god... Don't be a decepticon..."

The Cybertronian grinned, pulling the cannon back into his arm. His voice was surprisingly gentle, considering his massive size.

"Not a chance. You ok?"

"S...Saaam..."

Sam hugged one of the deformed fingers of Bumblebee's badly mangled hand, trying to offer comfort to his fallen friend, who was now looking like a transformation gone horribly wrong as the massive newcomer knelt beside him, speaking fluently in what Sam could only guess was Cybertronian. Bumblebee replied, his voice strained and filled with pain before shuddering and going silent, the hand moving with painstaking slowness, uncovering him before going still..

The newcomer smiled down at Sam. "My name is Wind Slammer. Bumblebee sent out a distress beacon before his communications were knocked out, so the Autobot's should be here soon. I need you to stay calm, can you do that?"

Sam stared at Bumblebee's still form, trying to think of something to say as his pounding heart began to calm, fear being replaced by worry. "You... You saved us..."

Wind Slammer chuckled. "Yeah. Are you sure your ok?"

Sam nodded, staring upwards at the towering mech in front of him. "Is Bee gonna be ok?"

Wind Slammer looked down at Bee and frowned, then turned to look in the direction of the road at the cloud of dust that was approaching rapidly. "I hope so. "

Sam stared with wide eyes as the cloud of dust turned into an emerald green 1959 Cadillac Deville

and a sunshine yellow BMW Z3 Roadster.

"I'm really hoping those are friends of yours..."

Wind Slammer grinned. "Yep. I called them the minute I saw the kid slide on the ice and flip down the hill."

The two incoming Autobot's pulled up just as Ironhide and Optimus driving like a bat out of hell came flying across the field in the other direction.

Now that he was obviously safe, the adrenaline rush wore off and a wave of dizziness hit. The last thing Sam saw was Wind Slammer's hand sliding out to catch him as the world spun and went black.