Hey guys! I just wanted to say that I don't own transformers, or the storylines that I am going to follow. I wish I was that cool. I only own my OCs , which you'll know who they are.

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My alarm rang soundly at 8:30. I rolled over and clicked it off with a smile on my face.

It was Sunday.

I checked my phone and saw that I had received a message from Bee at 6:30. Questioningly I looked at it.

/Would you like for me to give you a ride?\\

/That would help a lot, I guess.\\ I said in reply. /Since I'm spending all day with you anyways. But if it's too late, I understand.\\

I placed my phone back on my bed and hopped into the shower. I was still at my house, Jay had said he had "needs" besides taking care of me tonight. I didn't mind, I wanted to be away from him anyways.

I stood under the hot water, letting it relax the muscles in my back. Last night had been rough. We had lost a resident, someone whom I was close with. I had cried about it, but I hadn't let myself drown on it. I couldn't then, I had twenty five other people that needed my attention. I bottled it up to save for later.

Like now.

After steaming up the bathroom I returned to my room to see that Bee had responded.

/It's never too late. I'll be there in half an hour.\\

That was twenty minutes ago. Shit.

I grabbed a summer dress out of my wardrobe and slipped it on. It was black with pink and blue flowers covering it all. The back was cut out, and it rested easily just above my knees.

I heard a gentle knock in my door as I cursed myself. Ringing my hair out with a towel ran to open the door to see Bee smiling at me.

"Hey! Sorry, I'm not ready quite yet."

"That is alright," he said as he moved in, shutting the door behind him. "I am in no hurry."

I cleaned a spot off of my filthy couch and just stared at it. I was surprised when he moved around me and sat in it, grinning up at me. I rolled my eyes and returned to my bathroom.

When I finally came back to the living room, Bee hadn't moved an inch. He looked up upon my arrival, seeing my ready state stood up and walked towards the door. "Are you ready, ma'am?" He said holding my door open.

I giggled and walked out, asking him to lock it. His yellow camaro sat next to my jeep soundly. "Our chariot awaits," he said pushing past me to climb into the driver's seat.

Oh, it was going to be a good day.

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"So, what sound does a whale make?"

The class was suddenly full of noises that sounded like dying cows and giggles.

"That's right!" I laughed to my class of preschoolers as they paid more attention to the crayons and coloring page I had in front of them. Bee sat in the corner with a coloring page in the world, but he paid less attention to it and was watching me. "Now who knows about Jonah?" My 5 year old raised her hand. She had long super curly blonde hair. "Julie?"

"Uhm.. He was - he was the guy that got ate by a whale!" She smiled.

"That's right!"

"Oh no!" Her little sister, three year old Emma gasped. Opposite of her sister, she had straight brow. Hair that was just past her shoulder. "He got ateded?"

"Well, almost honey," I reassured her.

"It was like Finding Nemo!" Julie explained to her. "When Nemos Daddy and Dory got eaten up!"

"Yes, Julie! Exactly like that!" I addressed the rest of the class ; "God told Jonah to do something and Jonah didn't do it." A string of gasps went through the small ones. "Have you guys ever had your parents tell you to do something, and you don't do it?"

A hand shot up immediately. The pastor's kid. Imagine that. "Nolan?"

"My daddy told me to not be so close to my baby!" He exclaimed. 'His baby' is his only little brother whom he cherished. "But I just loved him so much!"

"Well Nolie, sometimes you have to give people their space." I smiled as they went back to coloring. "But God sent a whale to gobble up Jonah. And while Jonah was in his belly, the whale took him to the town God wanted him to go too, and spit him back out!" I made an exploding motion with my hands, and to my delight they all copied with their own added sound effects. "Then Jonah did what God said too, and helped a whole lot of people!"

With that the kids wrapped up their drawing and headed back out to their parents.

"Did that really happen?"

I turned to see Bee leaning against the wall by the door.

"Well," I laughed. "That's for you to decide."

"What do you mean?"

"Religion is a faith, Bee." I explained to him. "Its a way of life. IT'S for you to decide if you want to believe it or not. I can't tell you for sure. I believe it but if you do, its all up to you."

He seemed to ponder it for a moment before he moved to help me clean up the mass of crayons.

"Joey!"

I turned to see my little sister wrapping her arms around my leg. There's a rather large age difference between us, my parents got a little too…. Yuk.

"Hey girly!" I smiled, reaching down to wrap her into a hug myself. "How's my girl?"

"Great!" She beamed, glancing behind me to Bee. "Where's Jay?"

"He didn't come again," I motioned for Bee. "This is my friend, Bee. Were going for a drive later so he came here with me."

"Awesome!" The girl smiled and hugged Bees leg like she had mine.

I smiled as Bee chatted with her, moving to sit in the front. My parents sat in the back, and as long as I was with Jay, they didn't want anything to do with me.

The sermon was short and sweet, covering the same thing that I had covered with the kids. Afterwards Bee decided that I could drive then. I drove onto the highway while Bee reclined into his seat.

"She drives so smoothly," I stated running my hands across the steering wheel. It seemed to shimmer back at me, something I tried to ignore. "What's this?" I gestured to where there seemed to be a face in the center. It had a square jaw line and a calming demeanor.

"I found it online. Its supposed to mean like peace or something."

I nodded in understanding. "So where are we going?"

This he perked up at. "I was actually wondering if you could meet up with my boss.." He loomed cheekily at me. "He really needs to talk to you. It's important."

I shrugged. "I'm not doing anything today,"

"Great! I programmed the address into my GPS, if you'll follow it."

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"This is where you stay at?"

"No!" Bee answered dismissively. The GPS lead us to what seemed to be an abandoned Hospital. It had a large glass front wall, and a small entrance in the back. "This is just where he wanted to meet." I nodded in understanding as Bee directed me into the emergency entrance. I noticed that the wall was smashed through, which Bee directed to drive into the hospital itself. There, I was met with a monster of a truck.

"He's gorgeous," I said, completely abandoning the camaro. Bee looked kind of hurt for a moment as I approached the truck. "Peterbilt." I reached up and traced the symbol where the Peterbilt should've been. "Its like the one in your car, Bee."

"Its our war symbol," a deep baritone voice said beside me, making me jump ten feet in the air.

I traced my thumb around the symbol again. Somehow it seemed much more majestic and meaningful on the semi than it did the camaro. "Is this your truck?" I asked, removing my hand suddenly feeling rude.

I glanced at the man and did a double take. He was about six foot, 5 inches. He had broad shoulders, very nice biceps, and eyes the same color as Bee. He was provably in his late 30s, and He was wearing a white undershirt with a blue and red flamed button up, darker blue jeans, and black combat boots. I couldn't help but notice he matched he'd the truck, leaving now doubt that it was his.

"Oh, God," I backed up, fretting that he would mind about fingerprints on his paint job. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean -"

"Don't apologize," a hint of demanding in his voice. Obviously this man was a leader of something. "I do not mind."

Sighing, I moved my hand to the grill, feeling it was warm to the touch. Moving around the truck trailing my fingers along as I go, smoothing over the wics of the flames, moving up and over the wheel well and down to the back. "What year is he?"

"1992,"

"I thought so," I mumbled, more to myself now. "The frame towards the cabin shifts,"

When I had completed my circle and looked back at the man whom I have deemed worthy of a man. This truck is amazing! But when I looked at him, he had his eyes closed, in what seemed to be complete control and … Desperation? Once I had removed my hand he returned to look at me with those eyes.

"So, can I correctly assume you're Bee's boss, right?" I stuck my hand out to shake anyways, but smiling when I saw a slight nod.

"Optimus Prime."