Summary: Very AU. When the war started, Optimus Prime and his sparkmate, Elita-1 sent their sparkling, Bumblebee, down to earth where he was adopted by Judy and Ron Witwicky. Talking!Jerk!Playboy!Football player!Bee. Brotherly!Sam and Bee. Dad!Optimus. Bee/Mikaela. Elita-1/Optimus. Sam/?

Bee was shooken awake by his irate mother. He had dropped off Mikaela and scheduled a date for Friday at a nice Mexican place downtown. "Huh? What's up, mom?" He said tiredly, sitting up.

His mother had her hair in curlers and was wearing a green robe with a pajama dress (silky) and she looked furious. His father looked tired behind her in a tank top and shorts. "Go get your brother from the police department." She snapped.

"Police depart-hold up. What time is it?" Ron smirked as Bee narrowed his eyes.

"3:21 P.M." Ron said smugly. With a dark scowl, Bee quickly disappeared and reappeared in his car now dressed in a grey tank top, jeans and combat boots. He left quickly downtown where the only police station was.

When he entered the room where Sam was getting interrogated by a police officer. "Listen here, kid. What'cha doin', huh? A little fizz-pow? Some pow-wow juice? A little boom-boom sauce on the side?"

"You're fucking joking, right? Sam's not doing drugs, asshole." Bee snapped and strode over, standing behind him.

The officer gave a sneer before holding up a pill bottle. "What do you call this then, buddy? Mojo? That's what you kid doin' these days? A little bit of Mojo?"

"That's our dog's pain pills!" Sam cried out. "Little Chihuahua? This big?" He said gesturing how big the rat-like dog was. Bee glared at the officer. Sam doing drugs? He didn't have the guts.

"Listen, a-hole. It's 3 in the morning. I'm tired, cold and pissed and you happen to be drunk off your fucking ass which is probably illegal, isn't it?" Bee said to the older officer. "And also, I happen to be one of the richest people in the world and can send your ass to Iraq by fucking snapping my fingers, so can we leave?" Bee snarled angrily.

Needless to say, they got off easily.

"When did you come home?" Sam winced as his brother's feral but calm voice.

"10:58. I left at 1:45 because someone stole my car. But Bee!" He jumped up in his seat. "It stood up! My car stood up! It's like you!" Bee scowled.

"I know. I threatened him." Sam blinked at the answer.

He blinked again.

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Sam was freaking out. "My first car. Why is my life so weird?"

"Shut up, Sam." Bee said irritatingly. "You still left late and who knows what could've happened."

"I know. I'm sorry." Bee grunted. "I am, bro." Bee just shook his head with a sigh before smirking.

"I'll buy you a truck." He said to Sam. "A 2007 Chevy Silverado. Best of the line. Who needs Sunny, anyways?" Bee pulled into the driveway. "Get some sleep, Sammy. This Friday." Sam nodded before going into the house.

The next day, Bee drove up to some small restaurant where he saw Mikaela and a few of her friends laughing over something. He smirked, getting out of the car. One of Mikaela's pretty blond-green eyed friends giggled, pointing at him.

Mikaela smiled. "Hey, Bee."

"Hey, Mikaela, listen if I'm a few minutes late at dinner, I'm sorry." Mikaela frowned as Bee continued. "Sam's car was stolen and I'm taking him car shopping." Mikaela nodded.

"You kind of spoil him, you know." Bee smirked as she laughed.

"I try." Their conversation was cut off when Sam came up (on their mom's bicycle), hit the curb and flipped. There was squeals of laughter as Mikaela and Bee stared in shock.

"Um, hey. Sorry." Sam apologized.

"That was awesome." Mikaela said, glancing up at Bee who shook his head with a sigh.

"It felt awesome." Sam turned to Bee. "Satan's Lamborghini is back." He hissed as said Lamborghini's tires squealed. "SHIT!" Hopping back onto the bike, he sped off.

"Oh god." Bee said. He turned to Mikaela. "Wanna go save my brother's ass?"

"Sounds fun." She said, climbing into the passenger seat after him. "Later Mia!"

The blond girl, Mia, waved. "Later, cuz!" Mia said. Bee started up and chased after the Lamborghini and when he pulled into an abandoned construction sight, he saw Sam racing towards him.

"BEE! BEE! GET OUT OF!" Slam! Bee and Mikaela got out to see Sam groaning. "Bee, there's more robot aliens. They sure look Japanese though." Bee froze.

"Shit." He muttered as a dark grey robot appeared.

"WHERE ARE THE GLASSES!?" Bee disappeared and felt his alt-mode twist and turn until he was in his battle form.

"Hey, motha-fucker, don't touch my brother." Bee snarled, pouncing on him. Out of the corner of his optic, he saw Sam's car fighting a black one.

"What?" The robot snarled. "I am the great Battlemask. No one can defeat-" Crack. Bee got his sword out of Battlemask's chest as he dropped, green liquid dripping.

"Noob." Bee grunted before walking towards Sam, Mikaela and the other robot.

"Hey, bro." Sam said. "This is Sunstreaker." Bee smirked.

"'Ello Sunny." Sunny snarled at him. Mikaela just rolled her eyes, obviously upset.

"We need to go to the crash sight." Sunny informed them. "Optimus'll explain everything." Bee put his weapons away, as did Sunny, and both of them switched into their alt-modes and their holoform's appeared. Bee had his blond hair in a loose ponytail and was wearing a black tank top, grey jacket, black jeans and grey sneakers.

Sunny was as tall as him and as muscular with short, blond hair, bright blue eyes and some scruff on his chin. He had a tight yellow t-shirt, blue jeans and yellow sneakers and a pair of black glasses on.

"I'll follow you then." Bee said loosely. Sunny gave a quick nod, going into the drivers seat and Sam going into the passenger. Mikaela went into Bee's passenger seat with look in her eyes.

"Meet you there, Sunny-boy." Bee smirked.