How Do I Say I Love You In Robot

A Fanfiction By Viva La Falta

Rating: T for now, will get heavier later.

Earth had not been what Bumblebee had expected. It seemed so...bright and loud, something that didn't suit the young Autobot quite right. He'd grown so accustomed to the dark and broody Cybertron that he wasn't exactly that excited when Optimus informed him that they were headed towards Earth, fearing that any time spent on the blue orb would be nothing less than a rather huge burden on him, yet that was until he met what he'd come here to protect.

One Samuel Witwicky was the most interesting thing that Bumblebee had ever come across in his many years of life. Arriving on Earth when the boy was just twelve in Earth years, Bumblebee was never once put off by the strange planet as he thought he'd be, because every little thing that Samuel did made his interest peak to new levels. Simple things that normal humans would find completely average or less than, Bumblebee would study with great interest. Whether he were playing a game of "Basketball", as the humans called it, or went to see a "Movie", Bumblebee was absolutely intrigued by it. Bumblebee had spied on other humans as well, hoping that all of them would be just as fascinating, but none ever seemed to make something in Bumblebee's circuits spark like Samuel did. Though it did bother Bumblebee in some ways, he just decided to pass it off as something he probably need not worry about. Little did he know that it was indeed everything the young bot would ever live for.

Five years later, Bumblebee stood in a clearing far into the woods near Sam's home, the boy resting on his large yellow shoulder. It had been a month since the incident at Mission City, and peace had taken over the small town, much to Bumblebee's enjoyment. Not having to fight meant more time to relax with Sam, more time to listen to him speak, laugh, complain, breathe. For five years Bumblebee wasn't exactly sure why all of these things made him so blissfully happy, but he wasn't about to question a good thing.

"But yeah, Humans most of the time don't...click after a while. Mikaela and I are great friends, but we both realized that there was this...invisible force that was between us and just knew that it wouldn't work out. So we decided to just stay friends, and I'm honestly happy with that decision, you know I wouldn't lie to you Bee." Sam finished, explaining why he and Mikaela had broken up.

"Invisible force?" the yellow bot began. "I've been on Earth for a few years and never encountered such a thing, couldn't you just use a weapon to destroy it?" he asked, puzzlement obvious in his voice. Sam couldn't help but laugh at his guardian's response. "Y'know, for someone so intellectually advanced, I thought you'd know a little more about metaphors." he chuckled. "There's no physical wall between us, like brick, or steel. It's more of an emotional thing y'know? Kinda like... when your heart tells you something's not right." Sam elaborated, staring off somewhere deep in thought. "I'm still confused, the heart is an organ, it has no mind, nor vocal prowess thus cannot speak. You Humans are far too complicated, perhaps you should learn Cybertronian." Bumblebee sighed. "Heh, when you teach me how to speak erratic digital sound waves and pulses, I'll teach you the ways of the metaphor." Sam joked, petting the large robot's head. "Oh it's not really that difficult to be completely honest. Listen." A sort of digital pulse escaped the yellow bot, sounding similar to that sound you hear when a TV is on yet not receiving any sort of input. Sam stared and waited til the bot was done, subconsciously smiling at the sound, finding it...for lack of a better term "beautiful".

When Bumblebee had finished with the foreign yet somehow familiar sound, he turned his head to look at the boy resting on his shoulder. "What is it Samuel?" Bumblebee asked, slightly concerned at the dazed look on the young boy's face. "What did you say?" Sam asked, speaking quicker than intended. Bumblebee's large electric blue eyes stared into Sam's smaller chocolate ones. "I said 'I am the luckiest sentient being within this universe because I have you as a best friend'" Bumblebee replied, it coming out as a slight whisper.

Sam's heart beat in a way he'd never experienced before, a small lump growing in his throat. "You're an idiot" Sam began, a bashful grin appearing on his face, "You can't be the luckiest senti-whatever in the universe, because I've already taken that title by having you even wanting to be associated with me. You're strong, you're insanely smart, and you can turn into a friggin' car!" the boy exclaimed. "I've never been anywhere near as happy as I have since meeting you." Sam ended, softly fingering the yellow coat on Bumblebee's head.

They stared at each other for a while, lost in thought, the far away sounds of cars passing by the only disturbance to the bizarrely perfect moment. After a minute, Sam realized that his face was getting rather hot, and not wanting to be caught blushing by a sixteen foot tall robot, he suggested that it was getting late. He asked Bumblebee for assistance getting back to ground level, and after the yellow bot transformed into that sleek camaro that Sam loved so much, they began the ride home.

The ride was smooth yet awkward. Sam didn't really know what to think of the previous conversation, feeling it was heavier than it probably should have felt. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the radio suddenly turning on, Bumblebee quickly scanning through the stations searching for something that Sam knew he'd like either way. The station settled on some sort of soft rock that Sam instantly liked, as he'd predicted. It was just another one of those things that Sam loved about Bee, the way he instantly knew Sam preferences in music, movies, books, and almost anything else out there. He subconsciously petted the steering wheel in front of him, the car revving it's engine in response. Sam loved his car.

The yellow Camaro pulled up to the small path leading to the Witwicky garage. "Samuel...you have three minutes and forty-five seconds to get in the house before curfew. I'd rather not see you scolded by Judy again. Last time she yelled so loud I think my processors were affected..." A hint of fear in Bumblebee's voice. "Just...let me stay for another minute. I feel...that much safer when I'm with you, I know I'm only a few feet away but...just one more minute, please?" Sam pleaded, feeling pathetic at how desperate he sounded. "...Alright Samuel, but just one minute." a smile could be heard on the Autobot's tone. The radio crackled as it switched to a different station, playing a relaxing soft jazz tune. Sam's eyes began to fall, tiredness slowly consuming him, but he fought it, not wanting to miss the short time he had left with Bee. He never truly realized how much he enjoyed just being near Bumblebee. "Samuel...you must go." the British voice could be heard though the radio. "Trust me, as much as I like having you here with me, it's not my place to dishonor your parent's wishes." Bumblebee said, cutting off Sam's protesting whine. Sam sighed lightly, and finally agreed to go. He exited the car, shut the door gently, and before he headed towards the door, he ran his hand over the cool finish of the camaro's hood. "'Til tomorrow Samuel."


Sam awoke groggily that morning, a series of strange dreams costing him a comfortable night's rest. He couldn't remember exactly what was going on but he knew it involved him and Bumblebee. It felt...important. Almost as if he were receiving some sort of message from his subconsciousness. Lost in thought he was startled when his mother knocked on the door, alerting him that he would be late if he didn't hurry up. He sighed, deciding it was best not to dwell on it, and headed for the bathroom to perform his morning rituals.

A half hour later Sam emerged from the house, lazily dragging his feet to the camaro parked outside of his garage. He couldn't help but smile when he reached the yellow car. At least Bee would make his day better, he had no doubts about that. "Good morning Samuel." Bumblebee's British voice greeted him through the car radio. "Mornin' Bee. It's Friday, and I've decided after school, it'd be a boys night out, just you n' me." Sam grinned, patting the dashboard. "I'd enjoy that very much." Bee replied, enjoyment indeed could be heard in the Autobot's tone. "I knew you would, but first, we should get that whole...school thing done first. Ugh, why'd summer vacation have to end?" Sam whined as they pulled out onto the road. "Well, at the very least it's your last year of High School, is it not?" Bumblebee asked. "Yeah, you're right, but can you blame me for not wanting it to end? I'm pretty sure no one else's vacation was even remotely as exciting as mine." Sam giggled, reminiscing at the insane events that occurred over the last two months. "It was indeed eventful." Bumblebee sighed, not as happy with the summer as Sam was. Violence and chaos was not the Autobot's cup of energon.

After a few minutes of friendly banter, the two finally arrived at Sam's school, much to his displeasure. He opened the door about to exit when Bumblebee suddenly called his name. Sitting back down in the driver's seat, car door ajar, Sam waited for Bumblebee to speak. "Samuel, I have a surprise for you. You'll receive it in a few moments, but...keep your eyes peeled as you humans say. It'll be...more than meets the eye." Bumblebee finished, even he realizing that last part was what Humans called "cheesy". Sam laughed, and rolled his eyes as he exited the car. "Okay secret agent man..." He closed the door and could only wonder what that was about as he walked towards the school.

Sam entered the main office of the building, scanning the chart listed on the wall for his name. He spotted it quickly, just like every year, not many people in the world had "Witwicky" for a last name. Now knowing where he was headed, room 202, he began to walk out of the crowded office when someone caught his eye. A lightly tanned boy, about Sam's height, wearing a pair of black and yellow sneakers, blue faded jeans, a yellow T shirt with two black stripes across it with a black long sleeved shirt underneath it, lightning yellow hair, and quite possibly the most electric blue eyes Sam had ever seen. Sam jumped slightly as the man turned and stared directly at him, a large grin on his face. Sam immediately began to fidget where he stood, playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie, as the boy of his recent attention walked over to him.

"Hello Samuel." the boy spoke, making Sam's heart skip a beat. His voice...it was... Bumblebee's?! "B-Bumblebee? But, wha-whe...HOW?!" Sam exclaimed, fumbling over the sudden shock. "Calm down Samuel, I'll explain later. See you in homeroom." Bee winked, taking Sam aback at the almost too realistic human gesture. He stood there, mouth agape trying to process the recent event when he was brought back to reality by the screeching school bell. He shook his head, and ran towards the stairs, towards answers.

Sam couldn't stop fidgeting in his chair. The yellow haired teen was only a seat in front of him. He had so many questions, but whenever he was about to relinquish one, the boy would turn around knowingly, giving that same inquisitive wink. Sam gave up quickly, deciding that answers weren't exactly coming his way any time soon. He slunk back in his chair as he listened to Mr. Cignotti, the homeroom teacher, begin roll call. Seeing as how his last name is not only rare, yet begins with the fourth from last letter of the alphabet, Samuel knew he had time to spare. He laid his head on the desk, his mind wandering here and there, images of robots dancing in his head. It was all he ever thought about anymore. He continued his wandering thoughts when a voice brought him back to reality. "Present." a familiar British voice rang throughout the room.

"Mr. Alaster...Beaman is it? " Mr. Cignotti began. The boy in front of Sam perked up. "Yes, sir." his British voice seeming to boom throughout the room. Everyone seemed to be equally surprised and curious about the unfamiliar voice, their attention all on Bumblebee. "British accent?" Mr. Cignotti asked, an eyebrow raised. "Yes sir. I was born in New York, but was raised in Britain. I've recently moved back to the United States under personal circumstances." Bumblebee answered. Mr. Cignotti seemed impressed at the simple story, nodding his head and then moving onto the next name. When Cignotti was out of earshot, Sam tapped his guardian...or whatever he is at the moment, on his shoulder. The blond turned around, that same grin on his face which accompanied Sam's puzzled one oh so humorously well. "...Alaster... Beaman?" Sam asked, each syllable drawn out in confusion. Bumblebee chuckled. "Alaster, meaning guardian of mankind, and Beaman...well it means keeper of bees. I thought you'd like that, I would have picked a better name if I had more time, but it was more difficult than I thought it'd be. You humans need to stop being so unruly and decide on one language. It makes everything so much easier." Bumblebee said as he stared up at the cracked cieling tile above him. It never ceased to amaze Sam at how quickly the bot took to human gestures. "Mr. Cignotti is coming back. We will speak during lunch." and without another glance, the blond turned around. "and close your mouth!"


A/N I apologize for the horrible pun in the beginning, but I mean c'mon who doesn't love a nice "more than meets the eye" reference, huh? Anywho, this is the first part of a story I hope to carry out for a while. The rating WILL go up in the future, and though I do have a human Bee set up, this story is mainly about Bot-Bee and Sam. There's not enough stories out there that have Bot-Bee as the dominant love interest! Please R&R!