iRejection is Not an Option 4
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A/N: I'm killin' y'all ain't I?
Well get used to it!
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"What do you mean he's supposed to be with me?" Bumblebee hissed at Mikaela as he peered into her bedroom window. The teen girl looked worried and truth be told, bee was worried too. The scout had come back from his patrol to find that Sam was nowhere to be found. He had just managed to catch a tail end of a conversation between Judy and Ron about Sam spending the night with Mikaela and so had headed over to the teen girl's home. Mikaela had woken up and protested that Sam had called her earlier that night saying that he was with Bee.
"He hasn't been with me all day, he said he'd hitch a ride with you." Bee rebooted his optics in a blink.
"Well, I got a call halfway through the concert saying that he wasn't feeling well and was heading home with you."
"Play it for me, would ya?" Mikaela grabbed her phone and replayed the message on her voicemail.
Sam's staticy voice filtered through the room and Bee frowned, antennae twitching as he listened.
"Sorry I had to drop out of the concert, Kaela, but I'm not feel all that great. I'm with Bee right now so don't worry."
Bee frowned. That voice was a little bit different than what he knew. Of course the static didn't help, but there was a slight robotic twang to some of the words.
"Bee?" Kaela trembled and the yellow mech jumped, looking down at her. "What's going on?"
"That's what I'd like to know." Bee reached into the window, holding out his hand to the small human. "Get on, we're going to do some snooping around in Sam's room."
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Three hours later…
"Ratch', can you analyze these?" Mikaela held out the small metal box that she and Bee had broken the lock off of and the huge yellow and green search and rescue vehicle picked it up, pulling out one of the small slips of paper. Optimus looked over the medic's shoulder, having been summoned by the scout and human on the pretense that this was urgent.
"What are these?" The medic asked, running a scan over the handwriting and doing a recognition scan on the handwriting.
"We found them in Sam's room, along with some other items that I think you guys should see." Bee stated as Ratchet scanned the next slip of paper.
There were about thirty of the small love letters, all dated and signed by the anonymous author.
"Like what?" Optimus asked, looking at Bumblebee
"Like a few torn up envelopes with Cybertronian glyphs spelling out Megatron's name."
Ratchet lurched, slamming his hand on the counter and turning to Bee. The young scout projected an image of the torn up envelope arranged on the floor of Sam's room to spell out Megatron's designation.
"What in the name of Primus…?" Optimus whispered, grasping the edge of the table.
"It would seem that Megatron was giving Sam unwanted advances, and if the dates of those letters are any clue then it was only a week after Mission City." Bee sighed and Ratchet froze, moving to sit down on a medical berth, optics wide and blank as he stared at the floor while Optimus covered his optics.
"A week, you say?" The leader asked, voice shaky as he rubbed his faceplates. "A week since Mission City… Frag, almost a year?"
"Why would he keep something like this from us?" Bee asked, doorwings drooping as he looked at Mikaela.
"Hey, I didn't know about it either, though this honestly isn't much of a shock." The three bots looked at the human female and she sighed. "You guys really need to learn how to read humans." She picked up one of the letters and pointed at it. "This one the "Watcher" is talking about hurting me, look at the date, its about a few days before Sam and I broke up." She picked up another one. "This one he's even talking about Sam's personal life." Mikaela looked around. "Sam is a very private person. He doesn't like people to pry or talk about his personal affairs. And if you guys haven't noticed, he'd become even more distant and paranoid over the past few months." Mikaela placed her hands on her jean clad hips. "If Sam were to have some trouble like this then it WOULD seriously surprise me if he said anything."
Optimus looked over Mikaela appraisingly.
"Sam was right, Mikaela." Optimus smiled and the human girl looked up at him. "There is more to you than meets the eye."
"Yeah, but it isn't helping us find Sam." She sighed and flopped onto the medical berth, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. "I mean I should have actually answered my phone! Geeze if I could have talked to him I could have… Ugh, I don't know!"
"No one could have done anything, Mikaela." Bee gently whispered, touching the young woman's shoulder and cheek. "Everything will be fine."
"I hope so." Mikaela whispered, looking up at the mechs, who were each trying to comprehend and figure out what to do with the situation.
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A/N: Okay people, these fics can only be spawned if you review, so keep up the good work! If someone has an idea don't worry about it and just PM me, I don't get to check my Email that often or regularly so please don't be insulted if you don't get an answer.
