Against better judgment (and partly at Jason's request after so long in waffling over it), I've finally decided all the little random drabbles I've done on my lj will be compiled on here. I don't know why. I guess I'm just that bored. Each drabble, unless otherwise specified, will be completely unrelated to the others. All warnings, if warranted, will be placed at the beginning of each chapter.

Title: Worlds Apart
Fandom: Transformers: Movie 'verse
Rating: PG, for the most part.
Characters: Sam, Bumblebee, Sunstreak, Sideswipe, Prowl
Summary: Post-movie. Everything is changing and Sam's not a part of it.

It wasn't easy trying to resort his life after it had gotten shuffled all out of whack months ago and trying to recall exactly what happened was like trying to remember a dream. The details kept slipping out of Sam's grasp and all he really knew was it was all so totally unreal.

Except every morning he'd find Bumblebee parked out in the garage and as unreal as it all was, Sam knew it happened. His life had changed. That much he was certain of. Ever since he'd come to trust Bumblebee with his life, ever since they've become friends Sam knew his life couldn't be the same.

And yet…

And yet he still went to school five days a week. He was still a loser- a loser with a hot girlfriend, but still a loser with the same loser friend. Even with the knowledge that he knew the most amazing alien lifeforms ever, even with the knowledge that they respected him for what he'd done for them, Sam's life really didn't change all that much. Still had homework, still making a fool of himself when he desperately didn't want to- in fact the only thing that really had changed was that now his dad was getting on his case about getting a job to pay for insurance for his new car of which Sam can't even recall the bungling excuse he made for Bumblebee's new look.

Despite the mundane, he still had Mikaela and he still had the Autobots.

Well, Sam thought he still had the Autobots. After everything that happened with the Decepticons and Mission City he respected that Optimus Prime wanted them to lay low, even as they called any of their surviving brethren to them. Sam met the first few waves of new Autobots, hung around with Optimus, Ratchet and Ironhide on the weekends whenever he could and thought he was truly their friend.

Except with the new Autobots coming in, Optimus and Ironhide became busy figuring out how to deal with the sudden influx, keeping tabs on them and Ratchet was more often than not holed up somewhere treating the 'bots that were damaged from travel or war or whatever.

Sam began to realize what he finally understood when Bumblebee would have to take-off in the middle of the day. Sometimes before school was over and Sam had to find excuses for his missing ride and another way to get home. Whenever he returned and Sam asked what was going on, Bumblebee would either go quiet or start name-dropping so fast Sam couldn't keep track of a thing. It really hit Sam when, on one of those long walks home, he spotted Bumblebee barreling down the street. Sam peered hard at him- there was no mistaking that bright yellow Camero. And it looked like… was he chasing two Lamborghinis? And was that a cop right behind him?

Sam wasn't certain what exactly was going on, but he wasn't on good terms with cop cars anymore and whatever reasonit was, Bumblebee was driving like a maniac. Sam didn't want to be around to see what happened and began running in a panic.

Suddenly the red Lamborghini cut across in front of him and the boy skidded to a halt and tried to run the other way but the yellow one was there and they started circling him, occasionally swerving in, making Sam scramble away. Bumblebee and the cop were circling around them, honking angrily, lights and sirens flashing until Sam stumbled backwards and found himself inside one of the cars. He wasn't at all surprised there wasn't a driver. Not like he had time to be because suddenly they were off, swerving and weaving between cars like it was second nature (which, when he looked back, it probably was) and Sam had enough sense to buckle himself in before he started flailing at all the close calls.

"Sunstreaker!" A voice barked inside the car- one Sam didn't know. "Let the boy go or I swear to Primus I will knock you offline!"

"You hear that, Sideswipe?" Sam could feel the chortle vibrating through the seat. "High-and-Mighty might be mad at us!"

"I don't get it. The thing is so tiny and useless- there's no way that could've actually- WATCH IT!"

Bumblebee exploded from out of an alley and the red Lamborghini spun out to keep from slamming into him. The yellow one swerved, crashing over a trashcan as he went. "Slagit! If that left a ding, you're paying for that, Bumblebee!"

It took a moment for Sam to finally gain his wits and find his voice. "You're," he swallowed, "you're an Autobot." As if his abductor could see him, he jabbed a finger towards the insignia on the gearshift. "What's going on?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned with." Came the snapped reply.

"Noth- Hey!" Sam kicked at the dashboard. "You're the one that kidnapped me! I didn't ask for it!"

"Little punk! That better not have left a footprint!" In retaliation, Sam started kicking at anything and everything he could get his feet on. "Irritating, worthless piece of-"

The car drove into an empty lot, screeching to a halt and the moment the door opened, Sam jumped out so fast he nearly sprawled himself on the pavement. The car itself began to transform and a giant yellow and angry robot was snarling down at him. Sam stood defiantly, certain that Bumblebee would come. After being tossed around by Barricade and Megatron, this thing was nothing special.

Except the next car to come breaking in was the police car instead. "Sunstreaker!" It didn't come to a complete stop, instead transforming as it went so it was in the yellow car's face when it came to full height. "What is the meaning of this?"

"No business of yours, Prowl. Sideswipe and I just went on a tour. Figured the little hero here would be kind enough to give us directions." It had so much venom dripping from its voice that Sam winced and wondered where Bumblebee was.

"I'll bet. Running off like someone lit a fire in your tailpipes- you could've hurt someone!"

"Then why don't you show me who got hurt?"

"You twins get on my last circuit-" whatever other reprimand the cop car was saying got lost under the thrum of engines as the last two cars entered.

"Sam!" Bumblebee transformed as the boy ran toward him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah- what's going-"

The larger yellow robot stepped between them. "So this is your mighty Sam Witwicky, is it?" It said with a huff. "The powerful being that took down Megatron in one go and who Optimus indebted us to?"

"I'm not impressed." The red one joined it and Sam was surprised at how dissimilar they were to each other. Twins? Really?

"Back off." Bumblebee warned. "Both of you."

"Back off? If he doesn't like us, why doesn't he do to us what he did Megatron? The greatest fighters in our army," the yellow 'bot said and as he leaned down Sam knew he was being sneered at, "so many of our own dead and lost and all it took was this little… flesh thing to end it."

A foot came down, nearly on top of the Autobot's head. He drew up until he towered over Bumblebee who, in turned, towered over Sam. "Back. Off."

"You don't find it insulting?" He hissed back at the guardian. "All we had wasn't good enough. But that worthless primitive-"

"Saved us." Prowl jerked Sunstreaker back. "And if you can't respect that, deal with Optimus Prime. He'll be hearing about this little prank regardless."

He shrugged the hand off. "Whatever. C'mon, Sideswipe." He glared at Sam from where he was peeking from behind Bumblebee's leg. "Guess the ape-thing didn't want to play." The two Lamborghinis transformed and drove off. Prowl paused long enough to offer Sam an apology before he transformed and followed them back to their base.

"Bumblebee," Sam asked, a little shellshocked at the ordeal, "who were they?"

"Prowl is one of the most indispensable Autobots we have. The twins… I'm sorry about them." He turned and then shifted into his far less attention grabbing alternate mode. "Let's go home, Sam."

It was then that Sam really came to understand that even after all that happened to him, he and Bumblebee were still in two completely different worlds. And even if he felt that his life isn't the same, all that had changed was part of something he still couldn't touch.