A/N I'll admit I was a little sceptical about writing this but after seven faves from familiar faces...i mean names :P I got a passion boost and I'm guessing you guys are interested :) so to start off this chapter will explain the kind of relationship Ellen and Sam have, it's not the fluffiest, more like lovable jerkish and slightly awkward which is basically Sam anyway :P then after that we dive straight back into Bumblebee's current situation

2 years later

Tranquillity, West 24th Street, Midtown Los Angeles

A family of three and a temporal guest occupied this street, In the kitchen of their home, Sam Witwicky who was 16 years of age, a typical adolescent teenager leant against the wall as he looked back and forth into the living room speaking with his Mom, Judy. "I'm getting paid for this right?" was his quick response to a simple question.

Judy scowled at him, "Paid? A little girl only asks for company and you want to make sure your finances are covered?"

"Then why aren't you looking after her that would make more sense seeing how you are an experienced parent and, the full-fledged adult. Kids looking after kids? Yeah great call." He said. "Besides she's eleven years younger than me, it's just, weird. It's not like she's my sister or anything."

"Look if it's that much of an inconvenience for you, fine we will pay you. And don't mouth off to me like that, we take care of her yes, but she needs someone a little younger to keep her company who at least can remember what it was like to be a kid, this was just an act of learning, to give you more responsibilities-"

"Come on, that is, bull-shit." He looked back at the living room, "But, after my exams and the money stripped of me after I get the car, the extra cash would help." he said a little reassured.

"Urgh, I never realised how grubby you are." She scoffed.

He looked at Ellen yet again and slightly cringed, "There is a reason they use kids in horrors movies, look at those dead eyes." He told her.

She slapped his wrist making him grunt a lazy 'ow' "Don't say that, she's been here almost three months and you've barely said hello, its rude." She said taking a peek into the living room herself, "She shouldn't even be aware of what her father is doing right now…he could get hurt, possibly killed, poor baby, I don't think she fully understands but she gets the idea that he's not somewhere safe."

"Why do you say that?"

"Her mother died just last year at the base where she was born, lost to a fire at one of the hangers." She explained. "She was a witness and victim involved, I couldn't even imagine what she felt."

"Oh…wow, t-that's rough." he said rubbing the back of his neck. "I though she was here because they were on business or something..." his Mom stared at him. "What? I'm sorry I haven't been asking for her background, but you have to understand that in this day of age, education puts a lot of pressure on my generation." he argued melodramatic.

"M-hmm." ignoring his argument, she finished what she was saying. "Now her Fathers had to go back into the field to finish his three months, so now, he should be coming home soon and she's getting anxious."

"Just going to ignore me huh? And you wonder why I learn everything off the internet, maybe I'll meet up with friendly middle-aged strangers." he dropped a lazy hand in front gesturing that she can forget it. "Fine...lets talk about her...Wait, so she was with her Mom and Dad out there? So she was born out there? No offense but, aren't her parents kind of jerks for doing that?"

Judy rubbed her hands together, "Well…I could never ask what the purpose behind that was, I couldn't think of one. Besides, if I had started running my mouth I'd be afraid to slip something by accident."

"Knowing you? Yeah...good call."

"I think she's slightly…Mm, 'intimidated' by me and your Dad, she's shy, doesn't really say much to us, just nods and shrugs…Just, go talk to her okay? And without freaking her out, she'd be like a deer caught in the headlights, you do stutter a lot."

"I'm sorry what?" he said over his mothers continuous speech.

"Speech therapy didn't really work and-"

"Hey-hey-hey. Okay? I get it, I'll…talk to her, or something. But don't expect me to play with dolls and sit on plastic chairs impossibly small." He complained walking into the room, he inhaled to how badly this was about to go, watching Ellen play with the blinds in a consistent manner, he placed his hands in his pockets leaning on his heels slightly, "Er…Hey." He said not so smoothly as he had planned.

She turned her head to him and flashed hurt, but bright blue eyes at him, and she had a look he was a little uncomfortable about, that 'stare that sees through your soul' uncomfortable feeling. In reality just a little shy, timid, a little hurt so didn't really respond. "O-kay…don't know why I even did that…Urgh, this is so dumb. H-How do we even know her family anyway?"

"You, don't want to go out or anything?" he then asked her scratching the back of his head.

She shrugged as a response, he sighed. "You wanna use words? If you wanna use words that's cool with me, yes and no isn't offensive if that's it."

She trailed her fingers against the side of the window as she timidly answered, "N-No."

"There, straight to the point right? So, what you just going to stare out the backyard all day? You are pretty pale, don't get out much do you?"

She frowned slightly, "I'm waiting." She argued looking at the grass. "It's green here."

He raised an eyebrow, "O-kay then, colours, great." the way she said it, was helping him ease up. "I know your waiting, but just go out back or watch TV or something, no offense you're freaking me out." He grinned awkwardly. "You can probably tell but I don't really try to run into little kids, can't blame me for that one who kept kicking a soccer ball up against our garage door, I can still hear his smug laugh." He said as he hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder just to try it out of comfort, but she slightly jumped.

"O-Okay-okay-okay…I'm sorry, I-I get it, we're not at that point in the relationship, you need your space, don't call me I'll call you? heh-he-urgh…" she looked him over warily, she had no idea what he was saying and he talked way too fast.

He knelt down wiping a hand over his face, "Look…Are you still going to wait like this?"

"Yes."

He sighed, "You know, you've been waiting a while now, you'll probably starve to death." He joked lightly.

"Huh?" she squeaked.

"Probably, turn into a skeleton, all the flies will buzz around you." he added imitating the said flies.

"S-Skeleton?" she was barely able to say holding her hands to her chest.

Seeing the wrong way his joke was taken he placed his palms out in front in surrender, "I-I-I'm only joking, just-just trying to get you to do things because it's pointless waiting there. It's boring, how are you a normal kid? To be able to sit quietly and stare out the window? I didn't even know you were staying here for the first month."

"Why didn't you just say that? And I'm not weird."

"I-I never said- what? B-Because, I…wh- I-I don't know I wasn't sure of your mental state or if you're a sociopath or what, I have to tippy toe around guys I don't know."

"You talk a lot." She simply said.

"Well…you don't." he argued making her look at her feet with a slight cast of a glare in his direction.

She felt she had a reason for that, despite knowing his name she didn't know him, she had to give him a background check the only way she knew how. "Uh…w-what's your-your favourite Colour?"

"...W-hat?" he said confused.

"co-lor." she spoke slowly genuinely thinking he had difficulty understanding.

"Oh...Er, Red?"

Her nose wrinkled up, "Reds okay I guess…Mines blue, but there partners, so that's okay."

"Makes purple too." He added.

"I don't like purple." She stated.

He clasped his hands together, "Alright, alright. So I'm not going to freak you out anymore?"

"I guess." She said.

"So, I gotta be your caretaker or something, but not exactly sure what to do." He admitted.

"I think, you just watch me, that's what your Mom said."

"Great I'm being conspired against." He sighed. "Well I'm going out to see some friends you…you'll be okay here with Mom." He told her with an awkward tone.

She looked to the kitchen as she dipped her head and shrugged as he sighed scratching the back of his head out of habit. "So, you know I'm Sam right?"

"Y-Yeah…You know me right?"

"I thought it was Ellen?" he said awkwardly chuckling as her face remained flat in expression.

"That was bad…" she said screwing her face up.

"Again, I haven't studied child psychology if I sound dumb it's because I think you're dumb. Which you probably are to an extent." He said.

"..."

"...Not doing great so far, I have my grades to worry about, which the stakes are high in, as it's the only way I'm going to get myself a car." he muttered.

"You can drive?" she said excitedly.

"You sound surprised?"

"W-Well, erm…"

"I'm screwing with you…I just passed."

"But, no car?"

"Well, No, who are you the grim bearer? bearer of grim?"

"Just saying." She said looking out the window yet again.

"Not again, don't look out the window again." Sam thought. "H-Hey you know I thought you were being a creeper before, staring out the window most of the day."

She frowned.

"I-I-I mean, staring out the window won't make him get here any quicker, doing stuff er, moves time?"

She folded her arms unconvinced, "It does?" she said out of false hope anyway. "Then-Then, he'll come back faster right?"

"S-Sure." He said looking at her and felt a little sorry for her, in her white polo shirt, blue jeans, pink sneakers and slightly short ruffled brunette hair he mumbled painfully to himself as he hissed through his teeth, "L-Loook. I don't….have to see my friends anyway, it's just a hang out thing, talking crap and other things."

She blinked confused at him, "like, stickers?"

He scoffed, "Sure, all over our bags." He joked. "Look why don't we go out or something? You're turning anti-social so I guess it's up to me to correct that. My Mom already raised a reject you don't deserve to share the same fate."

"She scares me." She admitted as they exchanged snickering smiles.

"Yeah…me too. and the neighbours...and her friends, if she had any." He agreed looking out the window to look at the trees, "How about, the park? Do kids still do parks? That place is all rusted to hell so."

Her eyes flicker, "Never been to a park, do they have swings?"

Briefly forgetting that she was a military brat, for the first four years of her life he wondered what she does know. "Yeah, swings, I'll…even push you, or something." He offered from guilt.

She stood up locking her vision on him, "Y-You will?" she asked shyly before scuffing her feet. "I-I can push myself." She then claimed stubbornly.

"Wow, you actually sound lively than." He said putting his hands in his pocket as he started to walk towards the passage, "I'm a fast walker, so if you're coming, keep up. I'm not on a contract you know."

She nodded slowly linking her hands together, "Kay…" she said sprinting towards him.

At the park, Sam looked around, paranoid that he felt eyes on him, and cautiously looking around for anyone he knew from school as he pushed Ellen on the swing which he has come to regret now, she was nervous at first, the swing wobbled and she gripped the swing like her life depended on it despite her feet only being three inches off the floor. Though Sam was never the patient type anyway, "It's not that hard, you have to swing yourself sometime. Just push your legs up high like you're kicking both at the same time and then tuck them in to bring yourself back."

She made a slight whine sound, "I-I don't want to." She said. "Push me some more…please?"

He sighed, "Fine, but if anyone asks your my relative, people always get funny when you reply with 'just a kid I'm looking after'."

"Why?"

"J-Just how society works now is all, don't worry about it." He said continuing to push her lazily. With the sounds of a squeaky swing going back and forth, and the sounds of children playing in the background the silence of not speaking felt awkward and he didn't like to be silent too long, "So, your Dad just went back to do his time?"

She shrugged, "I…think so, he said he has to 'finish up' then he'll come back for me." She said looking up, "He said we'd get a house." She smiled lightly, "a one with a lot of grass like yours, probably better too."

"You have a weird obsession with grass." He said.

She looked to the floor, "There's not much where we used to be…grass is cool shut up."

he tilted his head back, "I can't figure you out at all."

"…push me higher." She huffed.

"You suddenly got a mouth on you." he commented, giving her a light push again. "On edge."

"Sam?" she then said meekly.

"What?"

"It's been ages now…did he get lost?" she asked worriedly.

Sam stopped pushing, "No-No-No, i-it takes a while to travel from there to here th-that's all, come on don't get depressed that's just sad."

"I wish Mommy was here…" she said starting to slowly swing herself.

He felt awkward at that point heck he had no idea how to approach this, he couldn't really relate let alone sympathise, he was good at distractions though, "…h-hey, er, you wanna try the seesaw? You try getting me off the ground and I'll…get you something or…something. If you can't, you can clean my sock draw out."

She looked up terrified, "b-but they stink like mushrooms."

"I happen to like the smell of fungus, it has a tang to It." he argued with a formal accent.

She stopped swinging, "Gross." she jumped off running to the seesaw, and sat herself on it. "Your weird."

He scoffed a laugh, "You ran for that thing like your life depended on it. Sure don't worry about offending my socks or my feelings."

She smiled shyly, "Y-You stink."

"I knew you weren't shy, kids are devious freaks."

She thought to herself, thinking to thank him for talking to him despite knowing he was getting allowance for it but didn't know how to say it and instead just shrugged at him, she did feel a little left out, a little abandoned, but waiting all that time did get boring. She noticed he had sweaty palms and wasn't exactly sensitive but she liked him nonetheless for any kind of company was fine.

Inevitably she did lose but she wanted to do it for whatever reason Sam didn't know out of stubbornness was his guess, but that didn't mean she was fine with it as she walked folding her arms over her chest kicking her feet up and frowning at the ground, "Told you, you'd lose." Sam boldly said.

"Just cos you're fat." She huffed going a little red in the cheeks. "y-your fat a-and stink like a-a sink."

"A sink? Wow, such charisma, take it easy." He said as she scowled at him, "Urgh, evil eye, look the pouting is something I can deal without, how about a compromise instead? I have a shit ton of movies and games in my room. You can help yourself to whatever, is that fair?"

She perked up a little, "Games?"

"U-huh…just, don't get anything sticky or spill anything or trip over wires and bust my stuff right?"

"S-Sure I'll be careful." She said happily.

He glanced at her suspiciously, "Well good, but don't spill anything on anything, I-I-I'm being serious now."

"Thanks Sam." She said taking a grab for his arm.

He fake cringed, and thought, "Aw come on-come on don't drag me down with your separation anxiety" but thought to say "Sure. I mean what's a better way to entertain and nurture than TV and video games?" he said.

"Huh?"

"Never mind…can you let go of my arm now? I need blood to flow through that." He said taking sudden deep breaths.

"You okay?"

he looked grimly ahead, "Y-Yeah…just remembered, final grades next week, if I don't get at least 4 A's Dad won't help to buy a car."

"A's? Have you tried soup?"

He snickered mockingly, "Not those kinds of A's, you don't have to worry about that for a while, I'm tired of using my legs, or relying on friends who aren't that reliable, public transport that lives up to its name, Get something that can get me out of here you know?"

"No." she said walking, "Can I come when you get your car?"

"I…Don't think so. Just stay at home you can see it when we drag it back on the end of a tow truck."

She shrugged.

A/N Yeah kids are weird, but Sam you're so smooth and responsible, I doubt those video games and movies have a universal friendly rating :P right onto Bumblebee and his predicament. so yeah hope to hear from you guys :)

Hope this one turned out alright getting intros done are tedious, but next one will hopefully be better if not :)