Title: Rising Sun, Falling Star

Author: BlueLunacy7

Chapter Warnings:

Pairings: Sam/Bee

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, the any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in anyway, shape, or form. Basically, nothing you recognize is mine.

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Chapter 3: Traffic

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you and scorn in the one ahead. -Mac McCleary

Normally sitting in traffic for hours was a trial for even the most patience souls, especially with smell of exhaust, the sun sinking below the horizon, angling the bright light directly into the eyes. For Sam, who had very little patience in the first place, stand still traffic it was usually a complete torture. Nevertheless, at the moment, he had found a way to entertain himself.

"…Oh ah ah…oh ah ah…oh ah ah…oh ah ah…" moaned from the radio soon became little squeaks and washes of static as Bee bounced on his shocks. Poor Bee could do nothing to defend against Sam's subtle and sneaky fingers as they waited for an accident ahead of them to be cleared off the road. To any one looking in it simply looked like he was simply fidgeting, annoyed with how slow the traffic was going, never knowing what Sam's dancing fingers were doing to his car.

"Will you quit molesting Bee?" Miles complained from the passenger seat, "or at least wait until I'm not here?"

"I can molest Bee all I want." Sam chuckled as he ran his fingers down another sensitive spot, "Especially when he can't do anything about it."

"….One way or another I'm gonna get ya', I'll get ya', I'll get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'…."

"Looking forward to it."

"WILL YOU TWO KNOCK IT OFF?" Sam jumped high enough in his seat that he banged his head on the roof as Ironhide's voice blasted from the speakers.

"Very funny Bee." Sam grumbled as he ignored both Bee's and Miles' laugher, "Ow… I bit my tongue."

Still laughing, Miles remarked, "That's what you get for being a pervert."

"I'm a pervert?" Sam asked incredulously as he turned looked over his shoulder at Miles, "Who was it that encouraged me to get into Mikaela's panties?

"That was for your benefit, 'cause you're a specie-st."

"-and started the conversation about where the ninja turtles were hiding their junk?"

"I have a natural curiosity."

"Let's not forget your first words to Jazz were 'I'm not having sex with you.'"

"Yeah well, with the way you and Bee act, I was afraid that he thought sex was a way to say 'hello.'

"We're not that-hello." Sam grinned as Bee decided he'd had enough and manifested his Avatar in Sam's lap, "Come here often?"

"That's it, I quit. Let me out." Miles opened the door as much as he could and wiggled out of the small opening, "I'm going to go ride with Will."

"Have fun." Sam replied, his full attention on Bee, "How dark can you make the windows?"

"…dark as pitch…"

Just as things were getting fun, the driver's side window suddenly exploded in a shower of glass and heat as something slammed into the door with enough force that it bent inwards a bit. The Avatar vanished, and Sam was thrown forward, the seatbelt restraining him painfully when a car crashed into Bee from behind. Bee then scraped the bumper in front of him as he tried to escape the sudden pandemonium as everyone tried to get away.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Sam yelped as he unbuckled the seatbelt as he ducked as best he could, the pretense of driving abandoned. Fumbling for the latch on the side of the seat, he laid the back of it down so he was out of the line of fire.

"….Are you okay?...You're bleeding….."

"Yeah I'm fine." Sam hissed in pain as he tried to get the larger glass shards out of his flesh, a job made harder since the pieces were hot, the smell of burnt hair and blood permeating the air. All the exposed skin on his left side was a painful, angry red like a bad sunburn, which was already beginning to fade. "What the hell was that?"

"…The nation's greatest threat…

"Decepticons? Can't you guys track their energy signatures? Ow!" Sam yelped as he was jerked forward when another car hit Bee's bumper.

"….They must have some kinda...whadaya call it...cloaking device…."

"'Cloaking device?'" Sam quipped despite the pain, "What are they, Klingons?"

"….Ha ha you're so funny!...Like chewing on tinfoil…"

Sam winched at the sound of scraping metal as Bee's frame rubbed along side another car, not wanting to think how much that had to hurt. Poor Bee was in for some massive bodywork when this was done. "Are you okay, baby?"

"...just a scrape…this sucks ass…."

"I hear ya." Sam agreed as he looked out the back window. "Did Miles make it?" Ironhide and the Twins had been several cars behind them. A fact the Sam had been happy about since 'Hide had little patience and was fond of blasting his bellowing horn at the car in front of him, "Where's 'Hide and the twidiots?"

"…Yes, yes….A long, long ways down…"

"Did they get a look at who was shooting at us?"

"….uh…insufficient data, boss…..They got nothing….."

Finally finding a somewhat clear stretch of road, Bee hit the gas, taking off in a cloud of smoke and burnt rubber. Weaving in and out of traffic at such speed that if he hadn't been a super advanced robot disguised as a car there would have been several nasty accidents, Sam couldn't help but think that it would have really cool if they weren't under attack and he wasn't bleeding all over Bee's upholstery.

"….I found something that you're not gonna like….the car….it's following us!..."Bee pointed out a very pretty black car following them that was pulling off the same tricks as Bee.

"No chance this is one of your friends we haven't met is it?"

"….Always the optimist….not this time…"

Sam wrinkled his nose as if he smelled something bad, "Didn't think so."

It took nearly an hour of speeding down roadways for them to loose their tail. However, where they ended up gave Sam the chills, especially when they stopped. It was a huge industrial park, cloaked in the darkness of the coming night. In effort to conserve both money and power, few lights pushed against the darkness of the night, and then only in the places in which such security measures were deemed necessary. Unfortunately, these only served to make the shadows draping the buildings longer and deeper.

Sam felt himself go cold with fear. There no way, it couldn't be, it had to be his mind playing tricks on him, stress, something else. Maybe he had seen this place before or someplace close enough to it outside of that dream and just forgot, that was the only explanation because it couldn't, could not be that place.

Bee pulled over next to a dilapidated building. "Why are we stopping here?" Sam asked quietly scanning the surroundings,

"…I have a plan…. make a fake trail and lead…him on a wild goose chase…"

"I don't think that a good idea." Sam stated with the dream he'd had in the front of his mind. How could he get Bee to listen to him, based on a dream that scared the hell out of him? "We should stick together. I can help you fight him."

"…this is my fight…" Bee said suddenly popping open the door and sitting Sam's seat up.

"What?" Sam said, trying to stay calm so he could get his point across without screaming at Bee. "What do you mean it's 'your fight?'"

"…..It's personal…"

"What kind of bullshit is that?"

"…I have to do this…me alone…"

"Why Bee?" Screaming at Bee would be counter-productive; he had to remember that, "Why do you have to do this alone?"

"…get out of the car…"

"No." Sam said stubbornly, arms folded across his chest, "I'm going with you."

"…You are so fucking stubborn…you made me do this…"

"Ow!" Sam yelped as he was unceremoniously dumped out of Bee and onto the ground. By the time he had gotten up, Bee was too far for him to catch, "Damn it Bee, come back here!"

"…stay here….I'll be back…."

All he could do was watch Bee drive off and now he was alone in the last place he wanted to be. Cursing Bee's hero complex to hell and back, Sam finally remembered that he had a cell phone in his pocket. Feeling like the world's biggest idiot, he took it out and flipped it opened.

'No signal, of course.' Sam sighed as he placed the phone back into his pocket and walked over to one of the building, 'Okay Bee, you asked for it: No sex for a month.' Sam thought about it and then mentally shook his head. 'Nope that's not going to work. Nice try Witwicky, torturing yourself to punish Bee. That'll show him what an idiot you are. No carwashes for a month might work though…'

The door to the building was long gone and the building itself, judging by the amount of dirt and cobwebs inside it, had seen better days, but it wasn't in any danger of collapsing and it was quite spacious inside. Unable to sit still Sam began to pace, 'It was a dream, a nightmare, it's not real, it didn't happen, it's not going to happen, okay?' Nevertheless, just in case, Sam planned on staying human for the moment, 'You're stressed about losing Bee and that's what spawned the dream. That's completely understandable, he's the first relationship you've had that didn't die in the first few months so of course you nervous about losing him. You know it's going to end eventually and you don't want it to.'

It was something he tried not to think about, one of the worse things about being draconic halfling was that dragons lived forever or at least damn near baring illness, accident or murder. If he had the dragon's life span, he would have to watch his friends grow old and die while if he took after the human side of his blood, his mother would have to bury both his father and him. Add Bee to the equation…it was a sucky situation all the way around. As his thoughts spiraled downward depressingly, he almost wished the Deception would show up so he wouldn't have to think about it anymore.

About that time, a missile exploded near him showering him with debris.

'I take it back! I take it back!' Sam howled mentally as he ran quickly through the corroded bones of old buildings, darting from shadow to shadow as the moon rose higher in the sky, hoping his small size would making harder for the Deception to get a clear shot.

A missile explosion to the right made him veer sharply to the left and down an alleyway to avoid it. When the second missile hit to the left of him he realized the son of a bitch wasn't trying to hit him but was herding him into a certain area for some reason. So the next time a missile exploded to the left of him, Sam ran toward it, gritting his teeth as sharp fragments hit him. Finding the ruins of an old building to hunker down in, he calmed him breathing so he could listen, trying to find any clue of where the Decepticon was. He heard the roar of a familiar engine. 'No, no, no!'

A familiar yellow camaro passed through the alleyway between the buildings. Bee transformed into his bipedal shape, battle mask in place and cannon armed. It was just like his dream. That's when Sam realized the bastard was right behind him. As he turned to look, the memorable whine filled the air he saw the tale-tell glow of a cannon preparing to fire as the Deception, assured of his victory, focused on his prey and totally discounting Sam as a threat, no longer trying to hide from him.

Impulsively, Sam threw himself at the Deception, transforming at the same time he bellowed for Bee to duck. The cannon blast whizzed by Sam, closed enough he could feel the heat but missing him. He slammed bodily into the Deception with enough force that the 'con fell to the ground with Sam on top of him.

All Sam could see in his minds eye was the gaping hole in Bee's chest, the sight of Bee falling to the ground, Bee's beautiful blue eyes going dark and the knowledge that the 'Con beneath him was responsible. It was a threat, a threat to Bee; a threat to his Bee, it had to be stopped before it hurt Bee, had to killed before it hurt Bee, had to die before it killed Bee, if it was dead, Bee would live, Bee would be safe, Bee had to be alive, had to be safe.

Sam's mind moved from protective anger to rage and draconic instinct took over.

The enemy cursed and thrashed beneath him, its large hands grabbing at him. He held on, hooking his back claws deep into the armor to keep him from being thrown off as his fore claws ripped away armor plates, tearing out valuable wiring as fangs sliced through fuel line, spattering fluids everywhere. The enemy screamed as he dug deeper into its body, finding for the warm pulsating heart that would end the threat to his mate.

Grabbing it with his teeth, he yanked once, twice and it came free.

The enemy stilled, dead.

Just as he started to swallow the heart, he felt something touch his back. Responding automatically, he dropped the heart and snapped his head around, biting the offending hand. He started to shake his head in an attempt to tear the limb off but something grabbed at the nape of his neck and he went limp, releasing his hold on the hand and finally seeing who had him, snapped Sam back to himself.

'Oh hell no. Where the fuck did you come from?'

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Author Notes:

Songs used:

Blondie - One Way or Another