He didn't mean to get involved, it was a scouting mission. He and his pal Hot Rod were suppose to be searching for the Allspark, but unlike all the other planets, they couldn't escape. So they tried to hide among the inhabitants, but a war had broken out, and they couldn't stand by. They helped the proclaimed Allied Powers to stop the strange Decepticon-like Nazis from destroying the planet. When all was said and done, the President kept his word and he, like the others before him, swore to secrecy about their existence on this planet. He went back to America without Hot Rod, who wanted to learn more about Europe. Some uneventful years went by, and he went back to his prime mission after sensing Allspark-like energy signatures across the planet. Now all he had to do was find them.

-

2004

"Next."

Footsteps.

"Ashlen, Karren. Sign the release form then get out of here."

Karren looked up at Jeff and smirked, "You'll miss me."

"Barely," he gave a halfhearted smile, "Now don't you have a life to start over?"

She signed the forms, "What life?"

"Keep talking like that and others might think you're a crazy psycho that was just released from prison."

He received a stare, "Now promise you'll be a good girl, and stay out of trouble?"

Karren grabbed her duffle bag, "And if I don't, you'll arrest me again?"

Jeff scoffed, "I'm not in my prime days anymore, but for someone like you, there is still opportunities for you. Now follow my advice and live… a little."

Click.

Karren looked back at Jeff, "No promises."

-

The Camaro skirted off the highway and nearly crashed into a Beetle, the owner of which gave an angry honk. The vehicle seemingly ignored the situation and continued driving to it's destination. A mental institute of some sorts. The 1976 Camaro transformed into Autobot scout Bumblebee, who searched for certain evidence in the abandoned facility. He didn't find anything, and gave an unsatisfied huff before transforming back into his vehicle mode. Once back on the main road, he tried to accelerate as fast as he could, but felt himself strain, his processor telling him to take it easy. For the second time that day, he gave a frustrated "sigh" and decided to rest. The scout pulled into an closed off road and parked himself. Maybe he was pushing himself too hard.

-

Karren sighed as she attempted to complete the rest of three mile journey, finishing two thirds of it already. The soreness of her body was starting to take it's toll, and Karren needed to find some shelter. As if the universe wanted her to suffer, it started raining. Biting her lip, she started scurrying faster, even though the rain didn't bother her, it was just a nuisance. She wanted shelter now. As if the same universe wanted to play with her, she saw a old Camaro just sitting there. Shifting the bag on her shoulder, she walked up to the unsuspecting vehicle, examined it, and apologized to Jeff silently for breaking her "promise" before trying to break-in. The door was halfway open before it decided to transformed.

Karren gasped silently, "Who the freak are you?"

Bee processed her voice and replied, "Who the freak are you?"

Her left eye twitched, did it just… mock her… with her own voice?

"Give me one good reason not to disassemble you."

Bee had to admit that this woman had some, what did the humans say… "big balls" … but he knew it was some minor front. Though he had to thank her. For the first time since arriving on this planet, he can finally communicate. He just should had figure it out sooner, "I come in peace…"

This feminine voice would have to do, but he couldn't say the same for the femme.

Karren's sky blue eyes met with Bee's baby blue ones, and the latter thought something seemed off about her, so he scanned her.

"So you're some type of... criminal?"

She knew she shouldn't have flinched, but it sounded so off-putting with her own voice.

"You tried to break into me."

"Only for shelter, once the rain is gone I'll leave." She crossed her arms and absentmindedly stared playing with her blood-red hair.

Bee debated what to do before transforming and popping open the door. "Get in."