OOOOkaaayyyy! Before we start things off, a few more apologies. I'm sorry for everything I wrote in the last one and all the things I left out! I know it was sh*t and still is after reading it, but if any of you still think it's better than the rewrite, which we will get to, I'll leave it up on the site. Anyways, in the last story, I didn't really give a good recap of the changes I made to the canon-story, so I'll try my best here before I forget:

-Ironhide does not die!
-Arcee has only Chromia as her sister
-Sam and Mikaela broke off nicely
-Bee switches between his radio and his audio frequently
-Optimus is (obviously) the oldest of them all

I won't say much, but I added some dark (but still sh*t) stuff into the story, straightening out a few things while a removing a few more scenes and details as well. If you guys noticed them and don't like the changes, then I'm once again sorry. But that's all because of a major difference I made in the original and revised one, which I will reveal now:

This version is set after DOTM, NOT ROTF!

... Yeah... maybe not so major to some of you, but that change had made the entirety of the story more complex for me. Other changes are small and hard to see maybe... The only other thing is the chapters are structured differently if you go back and look. And that this is all posted in a single day/night. Don't worry if you haven't read the original, cause it was pretty bad. And always, small disclaimer:

I do not own any of the characters within the story. Only the story itself do I own, nothing else. The Transformers movie and franchise belong to Michael Bay and Hasbro.

This time, rated M for a lot of things. Sorry if there's any grammar problem that I missed, but that's something that can't be helped. It is the longest I've ever written.

That's all - Enjoy this sh*t piece of work I revised!

Samuel James Witwicky had nothing in his life. Has anything ever gone right for him? To count, he had more things going downhill in his life more than it has going up. Take his love life for example. First girlfriend he ever got, Mikaela Banes, turned out to be more interested into women than men. Something about girls having more 'emotions' or at least expresses them more than the opposite gender. Whatever it was, it just meant that he was alone for a few years after Egypt. Best he could ask was that they remained friends, in which they did. Second girlfriend he had the lucky chance of even getting, Carly Spencer, turns out she wasn't entirely 'okay' with him surrounding himself with alien friends most of his life. Again, nothing he could blame the female for, as who would date a man with giant robot friends that'd drag them into a life of death chases, hostage situations, and other near-death experiences?- No offense intended of course. Anyways, that sent her packing and left the Witwicky with a slap to the cheek.

That brings him to the next subject. His friends. Let's do a head count: 2 human soldiers, 1 ex-girlfriend, 5 friends, and about a dozen extra-terrestrials, as unbelievable as it sounds. And with all those number together, that barely amounts to anything. Though, if you added the people he's made enemies with, it'd take a minute to name each one. And as much as he thought on it, Sam didn't believe he deserved any one of them. The problem isn't that they're not great. It's the issue that they are. Too good for a guy like him. I mean, one of the extra-terrestrials had even sacrificed their life to keep his going. Even willing to return to the planet and save it from their own mess.

Then there was his family. Something that has been revolving around his head the past few weeks. Eating away at his life the longer he thought about his parents. A building coming down during the entire Chicago incident. They could've never expected it when it came. The news hadn't reached the youngest family member until a few days later, when their bodies were found and his will crushed. To have the two people that gave birth to him in this world lost in a battle which was not theirs was horrific. To have it been his battle, it had killed him. Every thought about them would be of his fondest memories, even as he stared at their peaceful bodies. The entire funeral planned by him, Carly (which was still around at the time), Mikaela (having befriended the family) and the two soldiers, William Lennox and Robert Epps. Everyone he knew and his parents had close ties with had come that day, each with their sad look. Though the Autobots could only watch from outside in vehicle form, they all were silent the entire time, guilt and regret washing over them as well.

After the funeral, most of his friends stayed by his side for a few hours longer in silence, giving every bit of advice they themselves could offer. Either through experience, or just heartfelt comfort for the man. The few hours passed before everyone had left, leaving only Sam himself to weep silently. When he did get up, he stood for another hour before walking towards the doors. To his mild surprise, each of the Autobots had still parked themselves outside, refusing to budge until they had been ordered by the Witwicky himself. And again, each gave their own kind of love through different words.

Ratchet, surprisingly, held back his doctor's title and chose words that were meant for a friend. Arcee gave her experience of lost during the Egypt ordeal. Something that weighed even heavier on Sam. Prowl joined Arcee in giving his emotions when the news had turned that his sparkmate, Jazz, had offlined. Again, it hurt more to think that he was also the ones that had caused their deaths. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe comforted the best they could, finding it more awkward than usual. But that had brightened the atmosphere around the group. Then Skids and Mudflap joined and entertained the human with their usual banter against each other. And once again, pulled apart by Bee. Jolt and Mirage, knowing Sam the least out of everyone else, still offered their support. They had the decency to show up to the funeral unlike the Wreckers. Ironhide brought awful puns to the table as the group returned to awkward silence. Other than the muttering of the black mech under his breath, flushing at his horrible way of comfort, there was thick air. But still, it had worked in a way. Bumblebee did the best he could with his radio and awful dancing as it brought at least a chuckle to everyone, even Ratchet.

Then it was Optimus' turn. He began by holding the man on the palm of his servo, summing up the things said by each Autobot, then brought his own past into the mix. Not enough for one to get an image, but enough for one to know that even the greatest of warriors had been brought down to their knees by the death of another. Sam took in every word that Prime had spoken, feeling the usual inspiration and truth behind the mechs voice. Everything that left the leader's metallic lips had the Witwicky wondering if he had been a politician back on Cybertron. But he didn't question it. Not now.

By the end of the speech, Sam felt tears run again. This time, ones of joy that he had such amazing bonds with the aliens. Without hesitation, he gave the Prime's thumb a small hug, whispering 'thank yous' as he knew each Cybertronian could hear him even if he did lower his voice. The Prime accepted the unusual embrace, feeling a small jump in his spark from the contact. Dismissing it, Optimus lowered his servo back down to the ground, making sure the human stood straight before returning back up. By then, Sam had grown tired and had asked of the yellow Camaro to give him a lift home, where his soon-to-be-ex had been waiting.

Two weeks later, he was ecstatic for a short time when they had invited him over to the base. Just long enough for him to pull back up and return back to his lively self. Even though he knew there was fat chance of that happening, he accepted the offer. Which then let off a chain of events leading to the breakup of him and his girlfriend. A week before he was supposed to be picked up, their argument had reached its peak. Carly argued her points, Sam argued his, the female slaps the man, then storms out of the building.

This then sets the point of time as the present. With the man sleeping soundly when he broke down in bed during the night a week after the separation. If he had been awake, he'd say he didn't want to be. Didn't want to return back to the cold harsh reality that his life had fallen apart. Parents dead and 'loved' gone. Added with the fact that nightmares now haunt his nights, nothing was pulling him out of the bed. So even when Wheelie and Brains had begun kicking at his sleeping body, alerting the man that their ride had come, he pushed them away with a kick of his leg. A few curses came in Cybertronian, but he didn't listen to any of them. Hearing the sound of the two retreating, he returned back to his half-awake state.

A minute passed before a new set of footsteps had entered his room, a voice somewhat familiar calling, "Sam?"

He didn't move. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't. His body still refusing to allow anything to process correctly. "Sam?" The voice called again, this time closer. As close as to being beside his bed and looking down at his body. A hand hovered over his shoulder as it shook lightly. Still, he didn't move.

A few clicks and whistles tells the human that they were speaking Cybertronian this time. But judging from the sound, the words weren't directed at him. Not like he could understand them. Wheelie replies in Cybertronian to the person, hearing a silent gasp leave the other person. Then the man felt three pairs of eyes looking to his still figure. The hand on his arm didn't move, squeezing the slightest bit. The familiar voice returned, Sam still trying to remember where or who'd he heard it from.

"Sam… I'm sorry about what happened…" The voice took a long breath. "… Please… come with us to base… I think it is best after… everything…" The person insisted, his tone now pleading. Why was he pleading? He had nothing to plead for. Sam couldn't reply, just contemplate.

"…"

"… Sam… Please, don't… don't think the world is against you… Know that I- no, we are here. We will always be here. For anything and everything, Sam. So please… don't give up on this world just yet… If not for me, for everyone who has felt loss before… They can't afford to lose you as well. So please… come with us."

There was silence. Total and utterly complete silence. Sam hears the taunting sound of his heartbeat, wanting it to end so that he could go with his parents. Maybe, if he laid down long enough, he'd be met with the same fate as them. Silent. Ever so silent. Slowly, his heartbeat began to fade away.

…

A light shot through the dark as it wrapped itself around Sam. The thinnest of threads keeping him alive. The human observed, strumming it as a memory returned to him. The night of the funeral. When he found a way to laugh in the darkest of moment in his life. When all the words that had allowed him to stand tall that night, had brought the tears of joy to his eyes. Then another thread shot out. Once again, he strummed it, along with a new memory returning. He, Leo and Mikaela having a day out with the Autobots. Another thing he missed. Finally, a third string came and revealed a memory without any thought. One of his early teens, sitting around the table with his parents whilst they laughed away at everything the others would say. They were the reason he was alive. They are the reason he is alive.

Prying his eyes open, his forced his head to move only slightly to nod as an answer. Slowly, his muscle returned to their senses as he pushed himself up, sitting beside the stranger. That's when he finally recognises the voice. Though it had been a few years, it was the same one he's heard during unique times. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he glances over to the other person, taking in their features.

A blonde male looking roughly the same age as himself, still in their early adult years. Alien-like blue eyes that glowed if even placed in the dark, spiky yellow hair that poked out at random points that reached down to his neck. White skin contrasting to the black jeans he had on and a yellow long-sleeved over the top half of his body. Below, he wore dark sneakers that shared both colours of black and yellow. In a sense, his build would be classified to be athletic, but not like that of a soldier.

They shared a moment of staring and gazing before Sam quivered his lips to open. "… Bee…"

"Better believe its me." He returned. A second of silence. Then the smallest quiver of a smile stretched his lips.

Though they had intentionally wanted to arrive at the base around the afternoon, Bee thought best for the human to take his time this morning. Every action Sam took was a second slower than how it usually would be. But the mech acknowledged it and allowed. This meant every splash of water, every spoon of breakfast, and every movement when pulling on a new set of clothes. Bee offered to help pack everything needed in the household, but was quickly shot down by the human. And this was all done in relative silence as Sam packed and Bee messaged the others about the delay.

By the time they were out of the place, it was roughly around 4:30 with Bee carrying two suitcases in his trunk and a duffel bag in his back seats with the two mini-bots resting in alt-forms of a toy car and a laptop. He waited for the teen to seat himself comfortably before having his holoform take the driver seat. Just as he was about to pull out onto the road, he noticed the pair of eyes on him. Turning over to meet the Witwicky, he noted how the man stared at the holoform's hand.

"…How…?" He whispered, using a finger to poke at the back of driver's palm. Bumblebee took a second before he understood the origin of the question.

"Holoform. A projection almost, but we can move it at will along like a human body. More than a," He took a second to search the web for the correct word, "'ghost', in your terms. Our minds are almost literally inside this body."

"… Why haven't you used it before?"

"Never needed a reason to. Better now than ever to support you." The blonde assured.

The smallest amount of pink appeared on his cheeks before Sam had turned his eyes outside the window. "… Thank you…"

"No problem." He replied as he headed onto the roads of the city.

The Camaro followed the route in his processor while keeping a watchful eye on the friend sitting beside him. It wasn't the silence the two held that worried him, but the fact that Sam hadn't moved a single inch for the next half-an-hour since the start of the trip. But knowing what the man had been through, it was reasonable there wouldn't be any sudden actions from him.

Sam, on the other hand, fell deep into his head, almost shutting his body down whilst his eyes were still open. It wasn't like he was taking in any sights that they had passed in the first place. So he busied himself with a few thoughts, being careful to avoid the subject of his parents or ex.

So being the selfless person he is, he wondered how the Autobots held up. Most of them took heavy damage during this battle, fortunately not losing a single soul on the battlefield unlike Mission City and Egypt. Mostly the weapons specialist and the Prime. Well after being shot down from the back by Sentinel, it was a miracle that the black bot could be saved by the diligent doctor. Optimus, on the other hand, suffered from social pain. The betrayal of humans and Sentinel made a fine point of that. And even if he was hurt by those acts, it wouldn't seem like the leader would be one to express such 'injury'.

His subject then moved onto Optimus Prime himself. Last they talked was when the Prime had invited him to the base. It was awkward to find have a phone call with the leader when he usually would look up. And before that was during the 'great speech' at the funeral. And it might've not helped when the one that informed the young Witwicky of his parents' was the leader once again. On top of that, he had to be the one to say sorry when Sam knew it was his own fault. The news didn't go well that moment as Optimus could only stare into the teen's look of disbelief before watching as the human ran past him to find someone to confirm it with. Will was the next person to see the young adult as he confirmed the details of their deaths. Next few minutes were spent trying to calm the man down while he kicked at many pieces of rubble, at times punching before returning to his leg. Optimus had to say he was speechless when he came back to find Sam kicking at his brother's decapitated head. Bee was the one to calm him with his servo wrapped around the man's body while he struggled wildly. He soon stopped afterwards, retreating back to a secluded place with his girlfriend.

He winced at that memory and the thought of Optimus. Ever since Egypt, things had been more awkward between the two. You know, dying and everything for the other. Of course, Optimus didn't know Sam had died. He only knew that he himself had died and had returned back from the Well of Allsparks by the boy. Somewhere along the way, the others must've forgotten to inform the leader. But that didn't matter to Samuel. Just as long as the Prime knew he had worked well enough to revive him, then everything else can fade into rumours. Still, talks with Optimus were more tensed after that and most likely will continue to follow in the next few months.

Especially when the nightmares revolved around him. Surprisingly, it didn't involve Carly in anyway, even though it only started after they had broken up. Those nightmares came in three forms. First two were replaying his darkest moments with the Autobots, referring to the death of Optimus Prime and the point where they had been about to leave on their ship. The last form was different from just memories replaying. It was the one that had him bolting up awake, screaming at nothing until one of the two minibots had brought him back to reality. Instead of memories, it showed each and every one he knew on their knees with Deepticons holding a gun to their heads. Of course, Sam was as well while Megatron lurked behind him. One by one, the cannons would go off, their bodies crippling while Sam screamed and pleaded for them to stop. But the shooting continued, until only one was left; Optimus. Sam cried his heart out for something to come. A miracle that would always save him and his loved ones. But nothing ever came except for the sound of the last gun and the barely coherent words of the Prime.

"Goodbye, Sam-" The words drowned out by the fire and screaming off the human. Blue optics fading out in an instant while the mechanical body went limp. And by then, he was in bed screaming at nothing for a few seconds.

"Sam!" The man jumped at the call of his name, waking up in his seat. He must've dozed off during the first hour as an entirely new scenery of the outside revealed it to be well into the night. Pushing that aside for now, he turned his head over to the blonde holoform, wearing a new look of utter worry.

"… Sorry, what?" Sam asked with a dazed look.

"I've been calling to you for five minutes. Were you sleeping?" He thought on the question for a moment.

"Sort of. Why?"

"We've arrived at base already." Bee pointed outside the front glass as Sam followed it, finding that they were at their destination. Like the last time he was here, they were in a large hall which was crowded with soldiers and officials walking everywhere. The vehicles that drove through were cautious of the moving people as it was the same vice versa. Groups of agents, soldiers and scientists either talked in groups on one side or were in a rush to get somewhere.

"Oh…" Bumblebee had the decency to park next to the other Autobot vehicles whilst he had waited for the Witwicky to come to. Reaching behind to grab his bag, Wheelie and Brains onto the bag as he pulled them up to the front seat. The two climbed onto his shoulders before exiting out of the car along with him, careful of their heads.

As he exited the door, he was about to go around to the trunk and pick up the two suitcases, stopping when he sees the holoform already wheeling them over. "Thanks, Bee." Reaching out to grab the handle, he finds that the blonde pulls it away. The human shot a raised brow towards the holoform. "Alright, what gives?"

"It'd be rude for guests to carry their own luggage in." Bee said, pushing his chest out and mimicking the way a bellboy would usually stand. This earned him an 'are you serious?' look from the young adult.

"Bee. I'm not completely useless. I can carry them myself." Sam stated, reaching out to try and grab it again. And again, the blonde pulled it away, shaking his head and giving a 'nuh-uh' towards the man. In his head, Sam played out the scene if he did argue. Finding that it was too tiring to even try, he gave a sigh. "Fine."

The scout's smile drew longer. "Great! Now, allow me to show you to your room." When Bee had turned around, even though he had missed the roll of the human's eyes, he could still certainly feel it when he took the first step.

The two traversed the corridors, changing left and right now and again. A few times, one or a few soldiers would be walking by, each giving strange eyes to the two new adults. This confused the Witwicky for a second. He'd understand if they didn't know who he was, but to not know Bumblebee? The thought troubled him before it clicked in his head on why it was so. Earlier in the day, he recalled Bee mentioning that he had only switched to his holoform when Sam really needed comfort. So it must've been only today that he had tested it out. Once a conclusion had been found, Sam could only lower his eyes and shake his head in a humorous manner. To think the scout would do such a thing for him. It brought a blush to his cheeks as he did.

Sam staggered back as he had accidentally walked into the holoform's back. Bee and the two minibots looked to him with a raised brow as he put up a hand to calm them. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Just… yeah…" The two on his shoulders shrugged to each other while Bee had anxiety grow at the back of his processor.

"Alright… Anyways, we're here." The blonde stated, taking a step to the side to reveal the corridor.

Looking up, he observed the silent corridor, having only about four doors to both sides, spaced pretty far apart. Each door was numbered from 00 to 07 as their white colours differentiated them from the blue walls. Bumblebee led the way to the furthest door, holding the number 02 in grey on it. Is this an asylum or something? I mean, come on. Numbers on the door. Sam thought.

The Witwicky watched as the scout set the bags standing for a second while he reached into his pocket. From his subspace, he pulled out a key with the same number on it as the door. Slotting the key in the next second, he unlocked the door and reached a hand in to flick the lights on. In a matter of nanoseconds, Sam's tired eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when met by the interior of his room. The room was big. Stretching out about eight by ten metres. The wall furthest from wall had a queen-size bed with bright white sheets and folded blankets on top of it, all tucked into the top right corner. Above the bed was a large window stretching almost across the entire wall, giving a view of the night sky, while a plasma-screen television was to the left of it, coming with a DVD player and a few gaming consoles, all the latest models. Beside the bed, a small side table sat with a lamp and a digital clock on it. The wall right of the door held a large shelf, just right to the bed, stocked with books, statues and CD boxes for well-known movies and games. Right of the shelf was a large desk. On the desk, a lamp, a cup of pens, and a monitor sat, which was plugged in with the computer below the top, a mouse and keyboard in front of the monitor. To the left of the door, a kitchen area was built in as it separated itself from the room with tiled flooring rather than wooden boards. In the kitchen, freshly polished and cleaned machinery had been placed along with a dinner table in the middle, allowing 6 seats to be stationed for use. Also, another door connected the kitchen with the bathroom, which was more convenient than one would think. In the bathroom were already provided towels, shampoos, soap bars and all the necessities one would need for either sex. To top it off, a walk-in cupboard was made in the bathroom, allowing access to clothes right before leaving.

Wheelie and Brains gave small 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as they hopped off of the man's shoulders and was about to race in. Luckily, Bee had stopped them just before they stepped in as he flipped them around to the side and said that it was Sam's room. Of course the minibots gave small curses, threats and arguments to the Seeker, but the blonde had disregarded them when he looked back to the sound of Sam's duffel bag dropping on the ground outside. While he dropped the bag, the human walked in slowly, his eyes still wide in awe while he looked around.

"… You… motherfuckers." He managed to get out before he looked back to the blonde who was pulling the luggage in along with the dropped bag.

"Sam. Please refrain from speaking like Sergeant Epps."

"…Sorry. But, you guys didn't have to do all of this!" Gesturing to the entire room as Bee looked it over himself.

"Nah. We probably shoulda' left it as the usual beds for soldiers; nothing but a bed and a clock." The holoform rolled its eyes. "But, it was captain's orders."

In that moment, Sam felt a metaphorical brick hit him the same way one would back-hand another to the back of their head. Captain? As in, "… Optimus…?" He said in questioning tone while the scout gave a straight face.

"Who else? Don't forget to thank him, by the way." Sam had already turned back to the room by this point, taking in the information. The Prime managed to do this? That was an idiotic question on his point when he knew that no one else could have done it. But still, the shock factor was reasonable as how much work and research was needed to understand what were the fine-quality of a room for humans.

Bumblebee watched as the man walked over to the bed, stared at it for ten full seconds before dropping down on it with his shoes kicked off. A small cough hid his laugh before Sam mumbled into the blanket. "Damn." Turning his head, he pulled one of the pillows under his head. "He did a fine-ass job." His head then registered the softness of the pillow as it was like a large marshmallow for his head. "And I have to say, he's got style." Sam complimented.

A small laugh escaped Bee as he heard each comment before he controlled himself to only smiling. "I'll be sure to mention that to him the next time I see him." This got the Witwicky's attention as he pulled up from his comfortable position to glare at the blonde.

"Don't." He warned before falling back down. Bee smiled while shaking his head in disapproval. Soon, the scout made his way over to the desk, dropping the key down onto the wood before returning back to the entrance.

"You won't be able see them tonight. If you get hungry, there's a fresh stock of food in the fridge. Need anything else, Will is sleeping in the room next to yours." Sam pulled his arm up waving a few times before dropping it back down. Bee's eyes softened as he grabbed the handle of the door. "I'm glad you're back, Sam." He whispered, leaving the room with a lightly closed door.

Drawing his legs up onto the bed, Sam snuggled into the warmth of the blanket and pillows. Noticing a switch on the wall beside the bed, he tested it out with the flick of his finger, revealing it to be another light switch (seriously, how could it get any better?). This saved him the time of getting up as well, giving him more time to shuffle in the bed before getting under the comforter. Forgetting dinner, all he wanted was sleep.

For a moment, he stared outside the window, noticing the formation of stars and recognising one of the constellations. An entirely clear view of the Orion constellation was accessible to the human, but the man had yet the full meaning behind it.