Sam cried out as heavy fingers landed on his bottom again. He had lost count of the smacks he had received as tears threatened his eyes. What he had done was stupid he knew it too but damn it he didn't need them! He jerked crying out again and looked up at his tormentor and his so-called guardian as again he raised his fingers only to bring them down once again drawing out another pained cry. He met Sam's eyes and sighed shaking his head. He was very disappointed they all were. They had just wanted him to get the glasses and get in Bee's vehicle mode so they could go. They knew he was hungry and tired but what he had done wasn't based of his body but out of sheer will.

Earlier when they had gotten him home Bee had let him rest in his backseat to recuperate from the events of earlier that day. He knew Optimus giving him a few swats had startled the living hell out of his boy. Their boy but he was his boy as far as he was concerned. Sam had woken up with a poor attitude which he was scolded for. He proceeded to sass them leading to Optimus asking him if he needed another spanking. Of course, Sam had just promptly turned and went inside before yelling, "Stay off the grass! And away from that fountain!"

Shifting they watched through the windows as he pulled down some boxes grumpily throwing them to the floor. "Do you mind?! You don't see me peeping through your windows!"

Holding up his servos Optimus backed off. IronHide snorted. "You're a sparkling you don't need privacy."

Sam could only glare. "You need a junkyard." Playing into the bait the black mech scowled. "Why's that?"

Smirking Sam shrugged. "Isn't that where all scarp metal goes?"

The mech's eyes went hard fast as he shifted and put his pede on the grass. "HEY! OFF THE GRASS!"

"IronHide, calm down." Optimus put a hand on his shoulder leading the mech to snort and then back off. "Spoiled punk."

Sighing Optimus looked in at Sam. "We need those glasses."

"And I'm looking, no one ever bid on them so I had put them away. And if you keep pushing about it I'm going to stop looking go downstairs and watch T.V." He shot back growling a little as he ripped a box open. He missed Optimus' scowl but all the better. He scratched his head when he didn't find them in the box. Frowning he checked downstairs and could have kicked himself. He went back up and handed Optimus a small bag that held what they desired.

Tipping the bag out gently Optimus relaxed a little till his medic tripped caused the lights to go out and fall into Sam's neighbors' yard. "ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME!?" Raising his hands to his head he stared at the bot in disbelief as the medic just laughed a little.

"You should try this, it's tingly!" Sam didn't know if they were malfunctioned hard-wear or just really fucking dumb as he gaped at them. He didn't miss IronHides sarcasm. "Yeah, looks like fun." Before turning back around and stepping back on the grass. Sam swore he was going to end up in an asylum before the day was done as he hurried outside.

"I SAID STAY OFF THE GRASS!" He shoved at the foot making Hide snort but move.

"What is wrong with you guys!? You have the glasses now g- AH NO!" He barely caught the fact the Optimus was about to step on the fountain and walk way. He rushed under it risking being crushed under the giant metal making Optimus swear stumble back on one foot and hit the gravel. Sam let out a sigh of relief.

"We aren't leaving without you Sam." Optimus frowned. His optics checking the boy over to make sure he was okay. Bee lifted Sam up in his hands to get a better look.

"YOU…COULD HAVE…BEEN…CRUSHED!" Sam scowled a little. "Too bad I wasn't." All mechs gave him a look well deserved before Bee set him down and pushed him to the house. "Go get what you need…little one. You're coming…with us."

Sam gaped at them but went inside. He then refused to come out or get his things telling them if they stepped on the grass or crushed his fountain he was calling the cops. That didn't settle well with any of them. "Sam!" Optimus barked. "Do NOT make me rip the roof off of this house!" Sam glared showing him the phone all he had to do was press the last one. He was daring him to.

Things were tense between them all. If he did call 911 then that could expose them. They needed to trick him to coming out. Bee buzzed a sigh. How could one boy be this much trouble. He stepped back and used a holoform of himself that was human sized to go in and get the boy followed by the others. "Samuel!"

Slamming his bedroom shut he dialed the other one. His thumb going for the call button when his doorknob was broken and hinges were being torn from his door. "Oh shit! OH SHIT!"

Jerking away he pushed the call button. There was no service. He did it again and again. "You're not getting away that easily." His eyes slowly went to the smaller versions of the bots that were standing in his bedroom door way.

They gave him disapproving looks and stances. "You are in big trouble boy." IronHide snapped. Optimus looked at his CMO. "Get him what he needs, IronHide you and Jazz go pack him some food, I will handle the boy."

Bee interjected. He would he was his guardian. Looking at his scout then back at Sam he nodded. "Very well." Optimus turned to go find anything else Sam might need leaving Bee alone with his medic and the boy. Groaning Sam sat on his twin bed. Ratchet promptly jerked the comforter out from under him before packing it. Bee pulled Sam up and took him outside were bigger hands picked him up. He shifted putting Sam in his backseat before driving off.

"We're going to talk…then I'll…decide what…to do with you." Sam said nothing. Driving to a secluded area he shifted back holding Sam in his hands.

"Why Sam?"

"I... I don't need this! I'm a teenager, I like my privacy, I like my life, I don't need giant alien mechanical robots running my life!"

Bee's optics examined him up and down going soft. "Sam…you live…alone…no one needs to…should…live alone. We will be…your family."

Sam looked away. This wasn't fair. "I don't need a family!"

Sighing he shifted his boy. "You do, like it or not." He sat back to get comfortable before rubbing Sam's back. "Bee…. I need to pee…" Buzzing Bee let Sam go so he could go pee in private putting his trust into the boy he settled back and sighed.

Sam glanced at his guardian and sighed walking away. He did have to pee but he wasn't going to go back to that giant alien. He had not intentions to. He just wanted to go find a nice abandoned house or something and hide in it.

He found a port-a-potty. He knew it was better than nothing but past experience he'd rather not go back into one. The smell inside was shit, literal shit. The toilet paper hung dangerously close to the opening there was…he didn't want to know what was on the seat. "This is so disgusting…"

He unzipped. He tried to think of other things besides the fact he was in a shit container. It wasn't easy. By the time he finished, cleaned up, and came out he noticed a cop car patrolling the area. Maybe he could get a ride to his friends play lost, maybe drunk…well the last one wouldn't work. He knew Miles would be more than happy to have him for a couple of days. "HEY! HEY!" His feet crunched on the rocks below him as he ran forward causing the car to stop.

"Hey I need help!" He failed to notice the cars logo to punish and enslave as he begged it to take him home.

Instead it roared its engine and moved forward knocking Sam to the ground. "WHAO! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!"

The car moved forward scaring him more till the eyes came out and looked at him. Sam watched as it turned into a transformer. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" He scrambled away and ran. How foolish. The ton pound machine was already on him. Taller and faster he could move easily smashing what it needed before slamming Sam into a car windshield. "ARE YOU LADYSMAN247?!"

Bee buzzed. Sam was sure taking his sweet time. Standing up he tracked down his prints to the plastic toilets. The doors were all open. "Sam?!" He took a step forward listening for anything till he heard the yell.

"YES! YES! I AM!"

"WHERE ARE THE GLASSES?!"

"I DON'T, I DON'T KNOW!" He might be scared out of his pants but screw this guy.

"WHERE IS THE CUBE!?" He went to smash the car when he was hit from the side knocking him a good few feet away from Sam.

"BUMBLEBEE!" The door flung open and no hesitation he got in the car. "He's getting up! BEE HE'S GETTING UP!" He pushed as close as he could into Bee's seat. "GOGOGOGO! DRIVE!" Roaring his engine, he took off.

"Sam…what happened?!" He skidded across the ground.

"Don't really wanna talk about it!" Sam was pressing as hard as he could against the seat. Bee growled.

"You…ran didn't you!?"

Sam didn't answer that didn't have to. Bee growled loudly and floored it going faster. "You are in…so…much…trouble!"

Sam sighed. "Yeah you can scold my ass later, right now he's RIGHT BEHIND US!" Bee turned skidding a little before backing up and hiding turning of his engine.

"You're going to have more than a scold!"

Sam sighed. "Just shut up." Bee's radio made a growl as he locked the doors. He was going to show Sam the error of his ways when they were done.

Of course though Bee was on the run again and again Sam did try to run, in the end Bee took Sam back to the junk yard and with no words scooped him up laid him across his hand and began to spank him without saying a word. "OW BEE!"

"Enough Sam…" He sighed bringing his fingers down again. "You lied to me…put…yourself in danger…and tried…to run again!" A stronger smack.

"AH it hurts."

"It's supposed…to." He smacked him again. Sam cried out again. His butt felt like an inferno. He didn't let up until he was crying and limp. "Bee….p-please…"

"Almost…done."

It felt like an hour to poor Sam and his bottom. When Bee did stop he was cradled and covered gently. "Rest…"

Sniffing he pushed into him the rest was darkness of sleep bliss.