Yay! Part deuce! Be happy! And so soon too.

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Twenty or So Minutes Later

Tires screeched loudly down the concrete strip to the N.E.S.T Headquarters, Bumblebee overly excited to see his friends again. More so since it was to be their first Christmas together. The yellow and black Camero came to a screeching stop inside the open hanger, the large door open as it always was when someone was awake inside. Many faces stopped and turned at the sound of the car screeching to a stop, however, upon seeing who it was, went back to their business. However there were a few who were curious enough to stop and watch.

Sam had to admit, four months seemed like a long time; especially since he was missing out on some action. Slowly he opened the driver door and slunk his way out, grabbing the bag full of his items from the passenger seat. Making sure to close the door behind him, green optics looked around curiously; well there were some new faces. When he had called Lennox saying that he was coming, the Captain had told them that there were new arrivals to the N.E.S.T operation. At first the boy thought he meant humans, however clearly they were not.

"Well hey! Look who came back for a visit!" called the familiar voice of Sergeant Epps, making Sam smile as he turned on his feet.

"Hey, Epps, how's it goin'?" Sam asked as he trotted over to greet the man; a large table sat in front of the man, with piles of papers lashed every which way. Most of them looked to be maps and reports of unidentified flying objects - hm, wonder what those could be? - landing in certain places around the world, and what not. "Looks like they got you buys even a Christmas, huh?" Samuel commented, laughing slightly. Epps was quick to return it.

"Well, if I wasn't doing this, what else would I do?" Robert was quick to joke back to the young teen. There were a few more moments of joking before a conversation fired up about what all of the papers meant.

Meanwhile, when Sammy had walked off, Bee made sure that he was far enough away and quickly transformed back into his normal form and turned abruptly to go deeper into the base. In this last few moments they had left driving, Sam finally fussed up and told Bee the reason he was acting so strange was because he didn't have anything for Mikalea and didn't know what to get her. Bumblebee had offered to help find her something, however he declined, saying that if you truly loved someone, you'd get something for them yourself.

Curious, Bee had asked why humans always get each other gifts this time of year. Sam explained the best he could, saying that it's the time of giving, and you usually give others - especially those close to you and the ones you love - gifts often for nothing in return. Now it was true that he had a lot of friends here at base, he really couldn't afford all of them presents. Bringing this situation up to Sam, he first joked about how Bumblebee should just get him something, seeing as how the robot was his guardian and all.

"All jokes aside," Sam stated abruptly, however a small twinkle of laughter still in his eyes, "Christmas is about being with those you love. Like, I already visited my parents. If they had gotten me gifts, don't you think they would have given them to me? They know I love them, and stuff. Plus, I'm kind of too old to be given presents and stuff."

There was a moment of silence before Bumblebee brought up the fact that he was getting Mikalea something for Christmas.

"Well, you see Bee," Sam sat up, trying to explain, "if you love someone like I love Mikalea, then it's kind of your responsibility to go out and buy them something. I mean, you know, since I'm the man, it's kind of my responsibility to at least get her something, but you know what I mean."

Upon finishing up on that note, the rest of the short drive was sat in silence, Bumblebee curiously thinking about what his human had just said. Sure, he wanted to buy people presents, but what Sam had just said about buying something for someone you loved like he loved Mikalea -

"'Bee, you okay?" came the sudden voice of Jazz, making Bumblebee nearly jumping out of his hinges. Looking around curiously, he hadn't realized that he'd made it all the way back to the back of the hanger. Confused, he looked back to Jazz.

Upon coming home from Egypt, Wheeljack had had a proposal: they still had Jazz's body in any hopes of fixing it, stored in a completely safe area. Wheeljack had suggested that perhaps they used newly required Matrix of Leadership to bring him back to life; that, and Prowl still had a hold of part of his lover's spark. After a few months of repair to the damage done on Jazz's body, their plan was put to work. Needless to say it took a few tries, Hoist having not put a few parts back on properly due to the rush he thought he was in a rush, it finally worked. Although Optimus doubted that they would be able to do anything like this again.

"You, Bum-ble-bee! You 'lright in there?" came again Jazz's voice, a curled up fist knocking on the youngling's cranium. Bee instantly shook his head and shooed the hand away with his own two. Giving a look to the second in command, a female's voice came bluntly over the radio, followed by a male's;

"What made you say that? You say I've been acting funny, huh?"

Jazz merely chuckled at the noise of the minibot's radio buzzing; Ratchet really needed to get his voice box fixed so he could use it again.

"You just seemed kind of out there," Jazz shrugged, lifting up the cube full of what mostly likely was High-Grade Engergon - it was close to the holidays, and holidays were the only times - except for special occasions - when Optimus would allow his team to drink a high access of it - and taking a swig before continuing. "Somethin's on yer mind, I take it?"

Bumblebee could only stare at his team mate for a moment before shrugging and nodding his head, an audible "Sort of" coming from his mouth. [Or at least what one would call his mouth.] Jazz could merely chuckle and shake his head. For once, Bumblebee was actually glad of High-Grade Engergon; if the second in command were to drink enough of it, he would be a lot calmer than he usually was; he usual self could even get on Prime's nerves, and he was a hard one to annoy.

"And I take it you don't want to tell me yet?" he giggled.

At this there was a playful smile on his face, a sign that the alcohol - at least that's what humans called it - was setting in. And soon, Ironhide would mostly likely be blowing something up because of Jazz's drunk self. Remember how stated earlier was the fact that Jazz's drunk self was much better than his sober self. Well, Bumblebee liked Jazz's drunk self due to the fact that he was silly; however, he got him self into trouble numerous of times before for what he said and did, mostly to Ironhide. And there was a chance that he'd do it again.

"Well, if ya need anything', just holler-," Jazz started, only to get cut off by one of the humans hollering something.

"Hey guys, I think it started snowing!" came another voice.

No on really had to worry about snow in California; it often never stayed on the ground in California's warmer areas, and in the colder, it was still pretty thin. However, to the Autobots, who had yet to upgrade their systems to install wiper fluid, extra brakes, and other necessities to their alt. forms, they had to watch out. Plus, Lennox had said that there may be a good chance that they may get well over six inches this Christmas, maybe more.

Bee went to turn and thank Jazz for the support after the ruckus was over, however he was already half way to the cold storage for the Autobots, mumblings something with his drink upside down as he shook it slightly, making sure there was no more High Grade Engergon in the cube before trying to make a basketball throw to the nearest trash can; of which he missed.

'Bee merely chuckled to him self, turning and greeting a few of his fellow comrades as he went to seek support from those he trusted. Hopefully.