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This chapter includes pre-2007 movie events. The story will encompass all three movies as well, slightly tweaked of course.

I hope you enjoy!

Impossible Situation

Megatron's fury filled optics glowered down at Bumblebee. The last thing the yellow Autobot remembered was the rage consumed Megatron lashing out towards him, crushing his voice box. Ratchet never had a chance to see whether it was repairable or not. He remembered leaving his home in search for the All Spark: the great Cube that holds the power to create worlds. If it fell into the wrong hands, Primus knows what would happen. Bumblebee wandered through the vast depths of space in hopes of triangulating the signal from the All Spark. As he did so, he thought about how long it had been since he'd last seen his home.

'What home?'

Cybertron was no more. The Autobot reckoned he'd never see his planet again. As difficult as it was, Bumblebee had to push his grief aside and locate the All Spark. His scanners indicated that the Cube was located on the planet Earth, but he could not zero in on its exact location. He would make planetfall there and then locate the All Spark before the Decepticons. There was no time to waste.

"Let's all sing a song!"

Ambrielle Piper glowered at her sister, Marie, who was trying her best to make this car ride as miserable as possible.

"Let's not and say we did." retorted Brielle.

Marie pursed her lips. "You all suck. Just so you're aware."

Brielle was grateful that she was good at not giving a damn.

The Piper family: mom, dad, Anthony, and the twins, Brielle and Marie, were on an excursion to Tucson, Arizona to visit family. To drown out Marie's pleads for a family sing-a-long, dad turned up the radio. Anthony crossed his arms and smirked. "Now you know dad's serious when he'd rather listen to rap then you!" Brielle laughed boisterously and high-fived her older brother. The rolling of Marie's green eyes meant that she'd been defeated.

It had been about an hour and a half since the Pipers reached Aunt Lynn's house and everyone seemed to find their niche pretty quickly. Dad was watching TV with Lynn's husband Dale, mom was having bag-in-a-box wine with Lynn, Anthony was texting his girlfriend, Marie was on her laptop trying to hack into her high school's website to change her Chemistry grade, and Brielle was in the basement where Dale kept his punching bags.

iPod strapped snugly to her waist, ear buds securely in her ears, Brielle took full advantage of her uncle's makeshift gym. While Marie was the brains between the two, Brielle was the brawn. Her sister was an absolute genius with computers. She met up with a fellow hacking aficionado by the name of Glen Whitmann and the two are practically best friends now. No one ever pegs Marie as a computer whiz either due to her overtly feminine countenance. The twins were like yin and yang in almost every sense. Marie went so far as to dye her hair a darker brown so it was easier to differentiate between the two.

"Brielle!" Marie called from the stairs. Brielle nearly knocked herself over in surprise. "Want me to change your Geometry grade?"

Brielle's eyes sparkled. "A+!"

Marie scoffed. "How about something believable?"

Brielle threw a sideways glare at her sister. "Solid B?"

Marie smiled her irresistibly sweet smile and flounced back upstairs. How that girl was able to do what she could at seventeen astounded just about everyone.

While Marie hacked computers and watched her reality shows, Brielle practiced her martial arts and read. A lot.

She continued her mantra just as before: jab, jab, punch, duck, kick. Repeat. Brielle had belts in karate, tae kwon do, and a couple weapon-based martial arts. Her father signed her up for the classes at a young age in order for her to deal with her anger issues. This was ironic since Mr. Piper contributed to her anger.

"You're not good enough."

"Marie is going to get far."

"Why couldn't I have another son instead?"

Although they were jokes, Brielle took them to heart. That's why Brielle imagined she was pounding her dad most of the time.

The brunette had already been down here for almost two hours and she was starting to break a sweat. Her mind racked through different ways she could cool down. Drink water? A nice cool shower? 'Uncle Dale does have that motorcycle out front.' Brielle mused, but she didn't have her leathers or her helmet. It would be exceedingly reckless of her. It'd be too dangerous.

Brielle grabbed the keys to the bike and was out the door in fifteen minutes.

The Bike, a Honda VTX 1800R, rode smooth as silk. The long stretches of highway called out to Brielle, pulling her closer to her unknown destination. The wind furiously whipped her face and made her wavy hair look like it was trying to escape her scalp.

In Nevada, the desert stretched for miles. Brielle didn't even think of the possibility that she could run out of gas in the middle of nowhere. She was only focusing on not losing control of the bike.

The sun slowly sank below the horizon. Brielle couldn't see a soul on the road besides herself. Little did she know that she was farther away from home than she'd anticipated.

Suddenly, intense lights shone straight from behind her. A low thrum followed after. Those were helicopters! Brielle started to panic. What if Dale reported the bike stolen? What if he called in the freaking FBI to find his precious bike? 'I'm so screwed.'

To Brielle's shock, the shady helicopters flew over her. She breathed a sigh of relief. 'If they weren't after me, then what are they looking for?' Her question was answered when she noticed an old yellow Camaro driving like a bat out of hell a few miles in front of her.

"Woah shit!" she shouted, adrenaline kicking in overtime now. In her mind Brielle was squealing like a little fangirl. She had always hoped she'd be able to experience something exciting in her life. Anything. This by far takes the cake. 'Now let's see if I can get a little closer . . .'

Before she could really fudge the speed limit, the Camaro veered off the road. Brielle pulled the breaks hard, a loud screech emanating from the tires. What came next would forever be ingrained in Brielle Piper's memory.

The yellow car began to shift, no, transform. Plates loosened and then folded into each other in a swift motion, revealing a humanoid figure doing a somersault and then landing on his feet.

"Jesus."

Brielle's eyes widened and her mouth gaped. She began to mutter a string of profanities, a habit she picked up from her mother. Her mind told her to run the hell away, that this giant robot could be dangerous, but she couldn't help but think, 'I wanted excitement. This is it. Don't run. You'll regret it.'

A mask of sorts extended from the top of the robot's head. Oh God, was it going to shoot down the helicopters? What if it came for her next? Brielle pushed her bike over to a jagged boulder that concealed her and the bike. Peering from the top of the rock, she noticed the eighteen-foot-tall robot did not retaliate. Instead, it dodged the attacks from the helicopters 'Since when did helicopters have missiles!' and tried to find an escape route. The robot abruptly shone his lights at the helicopters, blinding them, and made his escape.

Brielle made mental commentary the entire time. Why did it not attack? It seemed to be making sounds of exhaustion. Most of all though, Brielle concentrated on the robot's face. There was raw emotion. She could see when it winced with pain and when his optics widened with surprise. "That's not artificial. Can't be." she murmured to herself.

The helicopters flew off in the opposite direction, assuming that the alien robot made his escape northwards. Luckily, Brielle managed to see that big n' yellow made his escape in Camaro form and hid behind a row of tall cacti. 'Clever thing.' Brielle mused.

Only when the beating wings from the helicopters faded in the distance did Brielle budge from her hiding place. Her movement was very deliberate, her eyes never leaving where she knew the alien Camaro robot thing was. From what she saw, it looked like a missile from one of the helicopters blasted the poor guy's arm up pretty good.

Brielle had always been a sucker for all things non-human. She'd cry more if a dog died in a movie rather than if a person died. That's just how she was.

From the old American military stereotype, those FBI guys were probably trying to capture the robot to perform experiments on it, but what if it felt pain? What if it was in pain right now? Brielle's heart wrenched. She couldn't leave it there . . . but what could she do? What if it attacked her out of fear?

There was one thing Brielle knew, and that was if she went home, she would regret her decision for the rest of her life.

"This is the dumbest thing I've ever done. Here goes nothing."

It was exceedingly difficult to evade humans without harming them.

Bumblebee was en route to Tucson before being attacked by what he'd come to learn was an American military organization known as Sector 7. They first attacked back in Virginia where he made planetfall. The organization had been hot on his tail ever since.

'Better them than a Decepticon.'

The Autobot transformed out of his vehicle mode to inspect the damage on his left arm. His upper armor had taken most of the blow. Within a night's recharge, he'd be fine. For now, he sat on the sandy ground to catch his breath. Between dodging humans and Decepticons, it was nonstop. His break was cut short, however; when his scanners picked up an organic life form creeping up from behind.

His face mask locked into place and the plates on his right arm extended and formed a plasma cannon. These humans would not give up.

To his surprise, it turned out to be a younger organic. Female. The fragile human held her hands up, palms facing forward. She took a step back and nearly tripped over a rock. Bee held back a chuckle.

"H-hey," she stammered, "I don't want to hurt you. I'm friendly. Friend-ly." she chewed on every syllable. The female didn't realize that Bee could understand English. "I just wanted to see if you were alright. Your arm?"

Bumblebee immediately looked to his damaged left arm. The female didn't appear to be a threat, so he retracted his plasma cannon.

Bumblebee was about to speak to the girl before he remembered his voice box was shot. It had been so long since he needed to use it that he forgot it existed at all. Instead, he cut his radio on and the sharades would begin. "I'm a survivor, I'm not gonna give up . . ."

"You know Destiny's Child?" the female asked, her optics widening with amusement. The Autobot couldn't help but feel amused. Humans were an interesting race that he would in his free time like to observe.

"Can you speak?" she questioned.

He cut the radio on once more. "This is XM7 radio live from Los Angeles . . ."

The girl tilted her head. "Through the radio?" she asked, her voice raising an octave.

Bumblebee's radio cut to loud applause and he too applauded the female. At least some humans had intelligence.

The female gawked at Bumblebee's arm for a moment before her face scrunched together. Was she wincing? It was as if she felt the pain for him. Bee's radio buzzed to life once more. "Just a flesh wound . . ."

That didn't seem to reassure her, for she still looked worried. Did she not realize that Bumblebee was made of a much sturdier material than she?

The female pointed towards the North and asked, "Why were they chasing you?"

"An asteroid landed in Virginia and vanished into thin air –bzzkt—Visitors from heaven! –bzzkt—Experimentation at Area 51 . . ."

The organic's lips formed an 'o' shape. How interesting it would be if he were able to form that same shape, something so simple for a human, yet not possible for him.

Bumblebee heard the girl mutter "I knew it" before looking up to him with her lips outstretched in a smile. "Sorry. The government is just a bunch of assholes. That's what my mom says, anyways."

Bumblebee snickered. His radio kicked on and responded, "You said it, not me."

Brielle was trying so hard not to lose her shit right now.

She was communicating with an alien robot. Instead of fearing for her life, the girl was remarkably flustered. She wanted to make a good first impression, something she normally wouldn't care about, but this wasn't one of dad's friends from the office. "If Earth is big enough for us humans, your planet must be massive."

The robot's expression turned down into a look of melancholy. Brielle instantly felt horrible. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." she said, placing her hand on part of his leg.

The robot seemed taken aback by the gesture. This human was bolder than most. His radio cut on and said, "kid, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

'Just what the is that supposed to mean?' Brielle thought. Of course there's probably more where he came from, but just what did they look like? Were they identical but in different colors? How do they survive if they're made of metal? What's their skeleton like? Many questions blurred in Brielle's mind and it was like torture to try and pick out the right questions from the jumbled stew. Damn her curious nature.

The robot's radio cut on again. "How'd you end up over here?"

"Hm? Oh—" It took Brielle a moment to process its question. "I was riding my bike. Well, it's not actually mine. I, uh, borrowed it from my uncle."

The robot's blue optics stared at her long and hard.

Brielle sighed and quickly added, "Okay, maybe I didn't ask permission. Don't tell anyone."

The robot crossed his arms and made a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise while shaking his head. Brielle rolled her eyes and jested, "Who are you, my mom?"

Then the robot's radio kicked on and, in a very motherly voice, said "I want you in bed my 10:00 young lady," making Brielle laugh. Then, she realized that she had totally lost track of time.

"Oh shit." She muttered while pulling her cell phone from her back pocket. 10:30! And five missed calls from her dad. She was in deep shit now. "I'm so sorry. My parents will kill me if I'm out any later. Oh God. I— Woah hey!"

'Human children and their curfews.' Bumblebee thought.

The Autobot scooped up the female with his good hand and proceeded to take her to her transportation. His scanners indicated that the motorcycle was behind the rock formations just at the side of the road. His scanners also picked up something much more threatening than Sector 7 soldiers.

A Police cruiser drove down the road, its engine revving vigorously. Even with his disguise, Bumblebee recognized the Decepticon anywhere.

Barricade.

Brielle wasn't expecting an escort, but she appreciated it. She could barely see a thing now that the sun had set. As the robot carried her to her bike, she couldn't help but stare at his injured arm. She knew a little about mechanics, so maybe she could help. Then again, this wasn't your everyday Chevy. This was an advanced alien life form.

And the advanced alien life form suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Afraid of the dark?" she teased.

The robot cradled Brielle closer to his chest and the plates on the its exterior began to fold outwards into its Camaro form; this time with Brielle inside.

"What'd y'do that for?" she asked, but the car made what sounded like a "shhhh" noise. Brielle's brow furrowed with confusion. It wasn't until a Police cruiser approached that Brielle understood. It looked like the cop didn't notice them. Brielle sighed with relief.

Then the car stopped.

Brielle held her breath. She broke out in a cold sweat. She couldn't even imagine what would happen if the cop discovered that the car was really an extraterrestrial being. To calm herself down, she began counting slowly in her head, something she'd learn from her martial arts classes. 'One, two, three—'

It looked like the Camaro had a different plan. In an instant the car's lights illuminated the police car and the engine kicked on and revved threateningly. Brielle's hands covered her mouth before she could let out a yelp. Then, the police car matched the Camaro's actions. It was on now.

The police car and Camaro simultaneously hit the gas and headed right for each other. Brielle clenched the door's handle, her knuckles turning white. Before the cars could collide, the police car transformed, taking the form of yet another robot.

Brielle began to pick her legs up and push against the dash board as if that would get her out of this impossible situation. She screamed and shouted a string of 'no's' and then braced herself for impact.

Bumblebee had to be swift if he wanted to get out of this situation without harming the human. Barricade transformed and extended a circular spinning blade. This is where things would get tricky.

In car form, Bumblebee extended his wheels in such a way that pushed him upwards. While in mid-air, he transformed. In the process, the human fell downwards towards Barricade's blade. Her screams alerted Barricade that Bumblebee was not alone and a malicious cackle erupted from the Decepticon. It all felt like slow motion now. Bumblebee used his injured arm to grab the female and his right arm formed cannon, shooting Barricade twice in the head. Bumblebee landed on his back with the human seemingly unharmed.

The Autobot reprimanded himself. 'Too close.'

Barricade landed face first on the desert floor. He spat out fluid before taunting his foe. "So, Bumblebee has made a little friend has he? I'll rip the fleshling apart."

The human was in serious danger now. He quickly placed the female on the highest rock formation he could find, signaled her to stay put, and proceeded to block Barricade's tackle. The Decepticon slammed Bee to the ground and pummeled his head. Bumblebee's plasma cannon fired repeatedly at his foe, but only one shot made an impact which sent Barricade flying backwards.

This wasn't the first time Bumblebee fought Barricade, but he couldn't process how he'd be able to make an escape without assistance. He needed a miracle, or dumb luck.

Brielle watched helplessly from where the robot, Bumblebee, had placed her. If it wasn't for him, that thing would've cut her to pieces. The girl watched the battle on her hands and knees. The jagged rock ripped her jeans more than they already were and sliced and her knees. Brielle's vision was perpetually blocked by cascades of her light brown hair, so she frantically gathered her waist length hair and pushed it to one side. When her fingers ran through her cascading waves, she felt something was a bit off. The circular buzz-saw missed her alright, but it managed at slice off a noticeable chunk of her hair.

Okay, now she was pissed.

Brielle was incredulous. It was laughable how angry she was because of her chopped tresses.

"That son of a bitch."

Snapping back to reality, Brielle saw that Bumblebee was pinned down against the jagged rocks by the cop car from hell. Her eyes narrowed menacingly. It was personal now. Grabbing the biggest rock she could carry, Brielle loomed over the edge of the formation. She sucked in a lung full of air before hurling the rock right at the evil robot's head.

An alarming screech left the robot's mouth as the jagged boulder scraped the side of his face, damaging his red optic in the process. The silver robot glared up at her and howled angrily. Brielle had royally pissed him off now.

The robot shouted, "You worthless flesh bag!" and aimed a cannon towards her. "You will suffer!"

Bumblebee was incredulous. Did she seriously just do that? What in Primus' name does she think she's doing trying to attack a Decepticon! It took the Autobot a moment to realize he had been freed from Barricade's grasp. Bumblebee slammed against Barricade's chest plates with his injured shoulder, making him wince in pain, but the force knocked Barricade back far enough for him to aim his cannon right under Barricade's armor and shoot. The Decepticon cried out in pain and clenched his destroyed chest. It was sheer luck on Barricade's behalf that Bumblebee missed his spark.

Barricade knew he was vulnerable, so he thought it wise to hightail it out of there. "This isn't over, Autobot! We will have the All Spark!" His last words rang through the Nevada desert, "All hail Megatron!" before transforming back into a police cruiser and taking off.

Bumblebee's gears simmered down. It was over for now. His plasma cannon reverted back into an arm and his attention turned towards the human, who still sat where Bumblebee had initially placed her. His circuits where whirring frantically. He tried desperately to piece together proper words but to no avail. Finally, he spoke, but it was without the aid of his radio.

"What the slag were you thinking!" Bumblebee immediately regretted using his damaged voice box. Hot pain seared through his circuits and he coughed in pain.

The girl crossed her arms defiantly and retorted, "Did you see what he did to my hair? Do you know how long it took me to grow it out?"

The human risked her life because of her hair. Beautiful.

"And it looked like you needed some help. It worked, right?"

She had Bumblebee there. Who knows what would've happened if she hadn't thrown that rock.

The girl did a double take and added, "Wait. That was your actual voice, yes?"

Bumblebee nodded. The pain had receded. He definitely couldn't use his voice until Ratchet took a look at it. He held out a hand and grasped the human, escorting her to her motorcycle once more.

"Your name's Bumblebee." the female stated. Her green eyes met his blue optics and she continued, "I'm Brielle Piper. Thanks for saving me."

His radio replied. "You are the one –bzzkt—who saved –bzzkt—me."

Brielle's face altered in coloration to a pinkish red. "It was nothing. Really. More dumb luck than anything."

Dumb luck. Something the two of them had in common.

The final words from the evil robot ran through Brielle's head a million times.

Autobot. All Spark. Megatron.

Those were the key words that helped Brielle piece together the puzzle. "So," she began, "You are an Autobot. This All Spark thing is pretty important, and the bad guy worships something called Megatron."

The robot waved his hand and it sounded like he was saying, "More or less."

Bumblebee set Brielle down next to her bike. It was really late now. She was seriously dead, but it was worth the lecture and the yelling. Bumblebee crouched down, his massive figure looming over her. "Oh, just one quick thing." she muttered before pulling out her cell phone. "I promise I won't tell anyone I saw you, but" she turned the camera on her phone and aimed it at the yellow Autobot. "This is to make sure this wasn't all a dream."

Bumblebee graciously posed for the picture, making a peace sign he'd seen done many times before by humans. Brielle laughed and thanked him. "I wish I could help you more." she said, putting her phone away. "But I don't know what I could do."

Brielle hated that she couldn't help. She wished more than anything that she could help Bumblebee get this All Spark or whatever was going on. She was just a little human. Her father always told her that she was just a girl. She couldn't do much. No matter how much she trained, the boys would always be better than her. In this case, it was giant robots that hindered her.

Bumblebee placed a hand on her shoulder. "You have done –bzzkt—more than enough. –bbzkt—your bravery is—bzzkt—unmatched. Thank you." and with that, he turned into his Camaro form.

Brielle tried to hold back the stupid grin on her face. Even though Bumblebee did most of the work, for once in her life, she felt like she'd accomplished something. It was nice to get some positive feedback for a change. Brielle started up the bike and hit the road, followed by Bumblebee.

It was nearly 1:00 AM when Brielle reached her Aunt's house. Bumblebee waited a moment to make sure she was safe before leaving. Brielle turned to the yellow Camaro and waved goodbye. She wouldn't let him know that this tore her up inside. She discovered an alien robot and was watching it drive away out of her life.

"Ambrielle Denise Piper!" The loud, boisterous voice of her father came from behind, making Brielle roll her eyes. It looked like the sight of Brielle's six-foot-four; three hundred pound father was enough to make Bumblebee hit the gas pedal. Brielle giggled at the thought of an eighteen foot robot being scared away by her dad.

"You think this is funny? You stole your uncle's bike and left without a word! Where have you been? Who's in that car? What happened to your hair? Is that some boy in that car? What the—"

"No dad. I'm not Marie. There was no boy in that car." Quite literally.

Mr. Piper's teeth ground together. It was obvious where Brielle got her anger issues from.

"In the house. Now."

Brielle did as she was told. She took one last look at the long stretch of road. She finally got her adventure, but she feared it was the last time she'd ever see Bee.

It's funny how fate has a way to bring people together again.

In time, Brielle would believe in destiny.

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