At the top of a very tall building Sam watches the chaos, shaking like the ground. His wasn't the tallest building at the beginning of the Decepticon attack but it might be now. Probably a temporary victory; it'll be lucky to see another day. Blocks away another building crashes to the ground. It's not right, Sam thinks, buildings don't just crash and collide, not like cars..

And cars don't transform into giant alien robots that blow cities apart.

The sound of a building falling is so like thunder to Sam's ringing ears, the smoke blotting out the setting sun; struts groan and buckle, glass shatters and alarms sound. This high up he can't hear the screaming but he knows it's happening. If he closes his eyes he can imagine this is a natural disaster, but there's nothing natural about this storm.

It was bright this morning, now the ash darkens the pink sunset into a bloody red. What a wasted day, he might be thinking, but he can barely hear himself above the noise.

He doesn't need to hear an appropriate radio excerpt to know it's Bee approaching him. He flinches anyway because he's in a war zone and every time one of the Autobots comes near his senses still scream danger-giant-alien-robot!

Bee looks mournful and Sam immediately regrets flinching, but they both know Bee's upset because he doesn't want Sam to stay on the rooftop of their makeshift base, too exposed, and Sam would comply just to please him if he would be any better protected inside. In reality there's nothing to stop their building from being the next to meet the ground.

He fell, thrown from the building the ground approaching too fast the world spinning – Megatron lunged for him. Sam screamed..

Sam should be scared of rooftops, but the world's already spinning around him.

Bee whines at the sight of the ruined and still ruining building, both wanting to join the fray and tear Sam away to somewhere safe–

'Is this what happened to your world?'

Bee's turn to flinch, but he limits it to a flicker of his optics. He's a soldier. This is no time for the theatrics he employs to communicate with Sam.

Sam turns to him, interpreting this as an affirmative.

'I'm sorry.'

Bee shakes his head, watching Sam. Sam stares out; seeing destruction, seeing nothing. His war or not it's his world and he's seen enough – he'd very much like to destroy something.

As night falls the wheels of a bright yellow Camaro skit across the shaking ground, the car shielding their human charges life signs from any giant alien robots, (good or bad), who might see them racing towards the fight.

Sam wonders out loud what Optimus will do to them if they survive this, laughing for the first time since the attack started. Bee rides faster. Whatever the night brings, he and Sam know they'll never again be found watching as another day is wasted.


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