Author's Notes: The title says is all. Explanations. Too many times the answers were not provided or situations explained that seemed out of character or out of the known probabilities. It is my hope, or intention at least, that after you read these chapters then watch again, what happens will make more sense. Having said that, some things are beyond explanation when Michael Bay get involved. Please set story alert as this is will be updated as inspired. And I do not own Transformers. Sadly. Be so much more fun if I did. Please review and let me know what you think.

BUMBLEBEE AND THE CHANDELIER

The key to reassuring humans, Bumblebee knew, was not in words but actions. Ironhide spinning his war cannons or Prime displaying his swords did nothing to counteract human fears while proclaiming they meant only peace. Comedy, the young scout had learned, went a long way to seeming harmless. Or as harmless as giant alien mechanical life forms could be. While the others of his kind would grumble about appearing to be a uncoordinated machine, Bumblebee understood. Laughter could dispel the greatest of anger and hope overcame the deepest of despair. He wasn't sure if his young age allowed him to match the relative youthful age of the human race or simply the lesser years of spark ache kept him from being hardened. But there he sat, in Carly's and Sam's loft house as they planned their next moves. Armored better than any tank and powerful weapons that the humans had seen in action and they welcomed him into their home as a friend, completely trusting. Even if there had been room, he doubted Ironhide or Ratchet would be invited, observing and allowed to touch or do anything they wanted.

'Take Sam's former boss,' he pondered, shifting his ion cannon back to a multi fingered hand. Short range proximity trackers monitored that human leaving in the main elevator. "He comes in here, ready to fight, knowing he cannot win. I warn him no with my fingers and he kicks me. Bruce had no way to know the gentle humming of my main spinner tickled him, only feeling the effects on his nerve responsive components. Laughing, he surrendered fast without endangering either of us.'

Across the room Sam's voice caught his undivided attention. "Humans are working for the Decepticons." Seymour Simmons and Dutch nodded, their minds capable of discerning what that meant. He watched as Brains willingly transformed into a laptop before downloading the information to a human made printer while Wheelie looked on. Neither youngling made mention of Bumblebee digital copying every bit of their data or he being the one to supply the unlock code the smaller bots didn't have. That worried him.

'Human files with Cybertronian code. Ancient but there. My training in special ops, thanks to Jazz, included the cyphers. Better add that in my report to Optimus. Who knows what trouble a Deception rummaging around the human internet could cause.' He vented deeply, the expelled air from his vents causing a soft tinkling sound. He tilted, seeing the chandelier with his optics.

"I hate that thing Bee," Sam had said. "Rip it out and I won't mind."

"Your girlfriend might," Simmons had teased, looking around but unable to find any picture of her anywhere. Human males took photos of what they had, like trophies Simmons knew. To show off their girlfriend or wife, their favorite car or a big achievement in their life. The most vain of them, he had explained once, made sure they were in the picture, dead center. Arm around the girl while sitting on the car or other item. But the former sector seven agent quickly forgot the missing photos and the chandelier.

Bumblebee had not. He regarded the primitive hanging light fixture, x-ray vision tracing its cabling to the beam, surrounded by crumbling plaster. One good pull or push and he could bring it, and the ceiling down. 'Waste of electricity for the amount of light it provides. Replace with low watt bulbs if nothing else.' Proximity detectors winked into existence in the corner of his visual display, the human elevator in use again.

'One life form detected, zero Decepticon presence. Carly,' he identified. Ever since the encounter with the Alice drone, he had asked for and received permission from Optimus to take preemptive defensive action to ensure Sam's safety. Decepticons in any shape or size would be blasted before getting near his ward. Edgy girlfriends were another matter. The few times Bumblebee had met Carly, he had remained in his Camaro alt mode, speaking through the radio. The first time transforming drowned out under her scream of startlement. 'Beginning to think every human greeting begins with an inhaled breath and a outbound fear sound. If I was part of her daily life, she would understand,' he vented again, softly moving the chandelier crystals.

'Mearing takes command of NEST and I'm suddenly too valuable to risk guarding a college student. I should have disobeyed.' Deep in his spark Bumblebee knew why he hadn't. The other Autobots needing him worse than sitting in parking lot, waiting for the party to end or Sam's class to be over. 'Optimus, online but recovering from fighting Megatron and the Fallen. Arcee, critically damaged and Ironhide, mourning the loss of his cannons, the arm interlaces damaged beyond repair. The parts too complicated and exotic to replicate on earth. We won but it didn't feel like winning,' Bumblebee reflected. 'We need to win the humans over. Show them we are not here to conquer them.'

His battle computer whirred to life, offering probabilities and non combative routines for handling what projected to be a tense situation. Carly finding all of them, including Bumblebee in their apartment without warning. 'Thank Primus for Prowl and his alternative situational upgrades,' he processed silently.

The second her foot stepped outside the door he warbled excitedly in Cybertronian. 'Show time!'

The turning of the doorknob, unlocking and releasing the door cued the widening of his optics. The same innocent look that had mellowed the hardest of sparks of his caretakers now showed before the humans. Carly stepped inside as he straightened up, dead on target. The back of his helm, the thickest metal around his data plug took the impact. The metal chandelier, mass in motion from his hit, smacked into the ceiling, half off its hook. Optics still wide, he pretended to look startled as though caught by surprise. Predictably, the severing cables sparked, adding light effects to the performance. 'Make it believable this is not intentional,' he processed, reaching for it with his right hand.

"Oh that was smooth Bee!" Brains snarked from alongside Simmons.

Military grade targeting locks, created by Wheeljack and honed by Ratchet's skills fixated the distance. His right metal hand brushing against the swinging light, fingers missing the support rings as it swayed. If they others would stay quiet, he would hear the next cue. The snap sound, confirming the cable's final break, the chandelier falling as gravity enforced its will. Calculating systems sped faster, guiding both of his hands reaching out, missing it.

'Hit the floor without shattering, no major glass shards. Slag I'm good at this,' Bumblebee celebrated, widening his wing doors in a calculated risk. If the ceiling did fall, he would take the brunt of it. It held and he warbled again, the falling bits and pieces tickling as they rolled down the most sensitive part of his back and doors.

'And the final touch, playing a verbal quote. I won't apologize as that would be a lie. I'm not sorry it's down nor will Sam be. Hah, found the perfect line,' he hummed, sitting back happily.

"I missed it by that much."