Yes… I've realized that I promised a sequel. And I am SO very sorry to all the reviewers I promised this to. I wanted to get atleast 2 chapters up to start, and while the first one was simple enough, the second I wrote, hated, rewrote, lost when my laptop died, then found again when my missing USB turned up! This one chapter has been fully typed for god knows how long… its embarrassing that I had to reread it to figure out where to start off again! I finally have a some-what substantial plotline… threw some TFP in here and there…. Damn I really wish that they'd just release the air date for season 3 already! The end of the second season was unbearably disapointing...

BTW…. I got a few comments before on the last Fict. that I never answered. First of all, Prowl's still alive because I said so. F*ck the episode Endgame! He was saved in some miraculous way so go with it!… *sob*

This is a SEQUEL so read Secone Meanings first… or else you'll miss some very tasty lemonade and most likely get lost! ;)

Disclaimer: Sigh*…. HASBRO's characters….. not moi's **Sad Face**

Astrosecond- 1.5 seconds

Joor- day

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~3rd POV~

Bulkhead entered the living room with dim optics. His stalky green pedes clanging and thudding aganst the concrete floor summoning miniature earthquakes as he dragged them through the Cybertronian-sized doorway. After being recruited to help fix up a human off ramp the previous joor, he had found himself trudging back to the base exceptionally exhausted. In fact, he was so lethargic at that time that he failed to notice Sari's rarely occurring presence until she spoke up! He smiled a little at the thought of seeing her again. It was even harder now to find anything interesting, what with her out of the base and the Decepticons behind bars. He remembered speaking to her briefly. They chatted about his rapidly growing gallery of artwork and how her own life was fairing. But as soon as Bumblebee emerged from the living area and gestured for her to join him using a wireless game-remote, Bulkhead announced that he was retiring for the night.

For some odd reason he had gotten even less of his usual amount of recharge, but that wasn't his primary concern at the moment. The inner HUD located in the corner of his vision pinged him AGAIN for the seventh time and he sighed. First stop, energon. Next stop, ar— Why are Sari and Bumblebee laying on the couch like that?

He passed the object of interest all too casually. It took a few slow astroseconds for his processer to develop the situation before he froze in place, pivoted all too quickly and almost lost his balance before staring wide-eyed at femme sprawled out over his buddy's chassis. They were both 'Dead to the world' as the humans put it. However he didn't expect to see the techno organic still here let alone sleeping on top of the yellow speedster.

"urh…." The armored vehicle grunted slightly, feeling uncomfortable where he stood. The conditions of their state were by all means very awkward. As was his. Should I wake them up? No, no! But what if they don't want the others to see them like this. He shifted and mused making a quick decision while twittling his servos. They probably won't mind right? I'm their friend after all. Bulkhead toddled around to the front of the sofa, contemplated again for a few moments more, and finally poked Sari as gently as he could in the shoulder. The woman/femme groaned and attempted to swat away the one disturbing her sleep, but her slap came in contact with the hard surface beneath her. This made her jolt as the sound met her ears. Her eyes snapped open in a second response. A blurry green was all that met her gaze until she turned onto her back and looked up.

Sari's Pov.

I felt a cold, hard jab against my shoulder and let out an irritated groan. PRIMUS my head hurt! I only had four hours of sleep, there was no way in hell I was going to let someone shake me awake. I decided to retaliate with a lazy slap, but didn't expect for my hand to smack the surface I was sleeping on. That surface was, unusually hard, warm, and it produced a hollow metallic sound that seemed to be enough to jerk me awake. My eyes opened to the harsh light of the morning and I found myself momentarily vision-impaired. I turned over onto my back from my belly-down position so I could squint past the unknown green entity. My eyes refocused on the face above and I moaned again. I should have known.

"Bulkheeead…" I slurred and man did I ever sound whiney. He continued to stare down at me in what seemed to be unsteady bafflement. I felt a sudden change in vibrations under me which I hadn't noticed before. As they became more pronounced, I heard and felt Bumblebee's moan resonate along with the rhythm.

Oh. So that's why I'm getting a look…

It didn't take much to get the hint that my being there on top of Bumblebee freaked the big guy out a bit. I felt a sense of relief wash through me knowing that we had cleaned up the 'evidence' before passing out on each other. Otherwise it would have been more then just 'awkward'.

I moved to sit up and winced. NOW everything was hurting! I guess there'll always be a price with pleasure… but after a night like that, what was I to argue? I looked down at the stirring minibot and resisted the urge to smile. My Bee.

Bulkhead seamed to catch wind of my discomfort, "You ok Sari?" I glanced back up at the 'bot and grinned. "Yeah, just slept funny! Not sure how I ended up here though!" I let all of my remaining innocence seep into those words. It sucks when you have to lie to one of your best friends through your teeth. At least if I slip up, Bulk' would probably be the last mech to notice. If this had been a conversation with Prowl on the other hand, yeesh, I didn't want to think about that. Speaking of… I glanced around at what appeared to be an empty living room. Apparently no one else was up. Good.

I slid down the yellow chassis and fixed my ridden up dress. A pair of teal blue optics flickered on and Bumblebee froze to stare at the looming form of Bulkhead staring down at him. He cowered into the sofa and proceeded to let out a nervous laugh. "uhhh… Hey'a Bulkhead!..."

When there was no reply from the green 'bot the embarrassment began to show in his faceplate. Clearly he couldn't hide with the strange stare he was being given.

And boy, was he ever getting it….

Maybe he did suspects us more then I thought.

I glanced in between the two, throat tight. Bulk just kept on watching at him expectantly. A face off, hmm? Wow, didn't know Bulk' had such good guilty tripping strategy. Slowly I witnessed Bee's already flimsy resolve begin to crack. I was about to step it, but looked up again when I heard muffled pede-falls.

We all heard the door slide open and looked up to see Ratchet. The testy old 'bot glanced over the three of us and let out a grumble before heading for the energon dispenser. Typical. He was NEVER a morning person anyway, which wasn't much of a surprise. After he grabbed a cube he took a few sips and gave us all a long, suspicious look. Great. Another stare down….. "What're you all doing up this early? Especially you." He jabbed his finger in Bulkhead direction. "Your systems've been strained since yesterday and I told you to recharge-in!"

I found myself thanking whatever god was out there when the one accused responded. I knew all else would be forgotten soon after distraction this subsided.

"Uh, yeah. About that, I'm not sure. I just woke up. Probably 'cause my tanks're empty…." He patted his wide chassis with an empty sounding thunk and made his way over to the machine for his own portion. The medic then directed his attention to us. Uh oh. I glanced at Bumblebee and his optics flicked back in a panicked response. "How slaggin' long were you two up last night?" Was the inquiry. I chose to answer, "Don't remember."

I regretted that reply immediately. Greeeeaattt answer Sari. Yeah, not vague at all. The beetle beside me decided to speak up, "Yeah, we were on a role last night! Beat twenty-four levels!" the enthusiasm that came with his voice sealed it. I sighed to myself and expelled the tension. We were gunna live to see another day.

There was the slight raise of an optic ridge, yet nothing else was said except a sarcastic, "Well, that's an answer. You got a clock right there in front of you. Next time read it." The red and white bot then made his way back to the med bay.

Halle-fraggin-lujah.

It wasn't long before Bulkhead, after downing a barrel of oil -along side his energon- also left the room. His thick arm swung up at us slightly in a, what I presumed was a half-assed wave before he disappeared around the corner. What did I say before? Oh yeah, 'All else would be forgotten…'

And then we were alone.

I swear to god. As soon as I realized that little detail, I began to panic a little. I had no idea WHY I was flipping out, but for some reason it felt too awkward to look at the 'Bot next to me. What do I say? What do I do? Was this a one time thing? Was his processer just lagging or glitched at the time?! A sharp surge of more dread joined in with the anxiety and I gulped. That was NOT a good combination. I mean, I'm not surprised that I'm taking all this into account but, WOAH…

I rubbed my temple in a poor attempt to get some of the headache to subside. Through all this 'morning after' drama, I'd forgotten about the part where my whole body felt like it was run over by a truck -No offence to Prime-. Seriously though, I'm not a fan of soap operas. Unlike most girls who prance around the image of prince charming, I find romance stressful. Come on, I grew up around robots, not ache-prone teenage boys! Sure, I admit that my personality's been compared to them, but that doesn't mean I can read all males like a book! That's why the few intimate relationships I had achieved owned the tendency to fall out as soon as it started. Speaking of, back to the 'Bumblebee' matter at hand, I need to break the ice some how right? Before I could inhale air, Beatle spoke.

"So uhhhhh… does this make me your… Mechfriend?"

I looked up at him quickly and I swear my jaw unhinged. His optics darted up sheepishly toward the roof right when mine did and he lifted his arm to rub the back of his helm. So casually said, yet he screwed up in such a cutely ironic fashion.

I fell into a laughing fit.

This initiated his own bewilderment from what I could tell, but I just couldn't stop! It was only until I had to kneel for air did he come out of his alarm enough to speak.

"Uhhhhh… What'd I say?"I finally began to trail off into giggles and noticed that I had somehow managed to fall over onto my back during the fit. Oh god! AIR! I swear I hadn't laughed that much in so long! Still heaving in the oxygen, I lifted my arms towards Bee hoping he'd catch the signal to pull me up. And lift me up he did, after blinking a few puzzled times. He set me on my feet again and I whipped the tears off my cheeks and smiled up at him.

"Oooooh Kaaayyyy, I'm confused. You're crying, laughing and I still haven't gotten an answer. So, that would mean?-" "Yes!"

He gave me the same look from when I collapsed laughing. Hopefully I wasn't frying any of his logic circuits too much. Then I faltered mid laugh."Yes! I mean… do you want to be my boyfriend? It won't be weird? Right?-" His optic ridge rose when I began to babble and I stopped right where I was. What am I DOING! He wouldn't ask me if he DIDN'T want to! I promised to smack myself up the side of the head later. "Well," I realized that I had looked away from him and glanced back at the bright blue orbs above me. "If we are, don't you think we should keep it from the others?"

I considered that for a moment and came up with only one sane result. "You know Bee, we probably should. You know, they might think were a little more then just, crazy. I mean, sure were both Cybertronian-ish but… " Attempting to make a point about our size I walked up to him and stood strait with my nose pressed to—WOOOOOOAahh! Nevermind! I backed up a few feet, blood rushing to my face. I did NOT just do that. I did not just THINK that. Oh my god. My height -which I hadn't noticed before I might add- ended just above Bumblebee's hip plating… and common people! We all know what lies in that region! This caused a chain reaction and threw my mind in the oh-so-famous gutter, twice over. A tone and a half of curiosities flooded my brain in less then a second and WOW… I never relized that my mind was so corrupted. Clearing my throat, I redirected my attention to my new 'mechfriend' as he put it. Damn I could not get over how cute that sounded. "Let's keep it under the wraps for now!" I sighed happily and he smiled.

It wasn't long until Prime, Prowl and Jazz also made their rounds for fuel. Bee offered me a ride to the Burger Bot for brunch and drove me home.

It wasn't until after that morning that things began to change.

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NNNNNNOOOOWWWW ONWARD! I've got a revamped plot-bunny on the lose!