Lennox

"All right, Ironhide. We got echoes." I patted the bots hood, pausing a bit to look around. "Vamos."

It was dark out I could tell you that, but the factory lights made up for it. It was too calm for my liking. The Decepticon was most likely taking cover. I had my weapon, locked and loaded, in my hands in case the Deceptions decided to put up a fight. Ironhide wasted no time in transforming, and I had to take a step back to avoid death. I turned to my partner, "Steel stacks 2 o'clock."

Always a marvel watching these guys transform, its a wonder how they even do it. The bot flashed his cannons as they processed, "He's here."

A small whiff and a glance to the right was enough to confirm Ironhides suspicions, "I smell him."

I nodded and headed forward to regroup with the rest of my team and follow the readings on our thermal camera. The helicopter flew over us, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to shiver and gift me with the usual goosebumps.

"It's close. It's getting closer." Epps called as we moved past a stationary truck and a painting on the walls of the abandoned factory. We walked a few more steps before Epps stopped and took a look on the camera next to some broken windows. "Oh, no."

I caught up to him, kneeling beside him. I licked my lips and followed his gaze,"What have you got?"

He took a quick breath, "Thermal ripple." I took a look. Gotcha.

I pressed my communicator, speaking slowly. "Right, everybody, be steady. We're right on top of it."

A few soldiers to my right shuffled loudly behind a stack of large construction pipes. I glanced back at the thermal camera and gripped my weapon in anticipation.

A simple whirr of engines was enough to confirm its location. It knows it can't hide from us anymore. It was transforming, and let me tell you the motherfucker was flashy.

He blew some fireworks, causing one of the abandoned trucks to fall onto the pipes. I flinched as they impacted onto the bodies of my soldiers. "Fuck!" I took cover behind another stack of pipes knowing all too well that if those niners didn't get here soon I'd share the same fate, "Eagle niner!"

I could hear the missiles landing, but I couldnt hear the Decepticon. Not a good sign.

A distant yell exclaimed angrily, "I need an energy proton!"

I stood from my position and watched as the evil bot sent another wave of crap cars sky high and onto my men, "Shit." It got up and started riding away into the motherfucking sunset on one wheel.

I swore as a helicopter flew by and was torn apart by the Decepticon in one hit. A call from the comm link alerted me that there was a second Decepticon in the area, "Arcee twins! Target coming your way!"

"Head over to the tank, use it as cover!"

I ran to the tank, "Bring in Sideswipe!"

The silver Autobot transformed and went sliding into an alleyway, his swords-for-hands in tow. Hopefully he would be able to kill the second one before it got into the city.

"Unicycle's heading into the city." The giant Decepticon was currently making his way across one of the bridges;we followed in the tanks. I turned to Epps, "We need Optimus!"

Epps grabbed the phone, "Air support, we need Big Buddha to deliver the drop now!" He gave the phone back to Charlie. "He's coming."

Optimus

I watched as the 'Con flew over the bridge and into a factory. The humans approached from behind as we cautiously entered the ruined building. It was evident that the 'Con was weak and was not able to stand.

"Punk-ass Decepticon." Ironhide cursed in the humans language, I stared at the 'Con.

He had caused destruction, and it was within my jurisdiction to provide justice for the human lives that were taken. It was my responsibility to ensure that it was done. I lowered my gaze to him, "Any last words?"

To my surprise the 'Con set his sharp gaze on me, " This is not your planet to rule." His jaw swung with every word, his voice uneven. "The Fallen shall rise again."

I returned the sharp glare, and aimed my cannon at his spark, "Not today."

After the Autobots had moved back to Diego Garcia, with the exception of BumbleBee, Sam had offered to let me stay at his house. His mother, Judy, was more than happy to let me stay, but her husband Ron was reluctant to let another child plague his bank account.

I had suggested that I'd get a job and pay whatever rent he set, but Judy gave him a slap on the shoulder and called him inconsiderate. She managed to convince Ron to let me stay later that evening.

Its been two weeks since we left Mississppi, and its been pretty chill. I walked out of the house in a black t-shirt with 'Muse' on the front, and a pair of blue jeans. I wanted to get away from all the crying Judy was doing. "Baby-booty Sam," I sniggered.

I headed towards the garage where Bee was. He was in his alt mode, "Hey BumbleBee."

He opened his door for me and I slid right in, "What's up Maaaa...?" The sound of static resonated from the stereo.

"Your voice still causing you trouble? You should get Ratchet to check that out."

"Let me just get my teleporter and make my appoint..." He started sarcastically. I smirked.

"You go right ahead and do that, darling." I opened the car door in a flash and circled him, "And see if Optimus Prime offers any custom paint jobs, yellow isn't doing you a favor. I'm thinking hot pink flames?"

He made his windshield wipers stick out and made them move to look like he was putting his hands to his chest, "You wound me."

"BUMBLEBEE!"

Was that Sam? "BumbleBee?"

"Get out of the way, Mary!"

After I pressed myself against the wall, Bee drove straight through the garage like a maniac. Panic coursed through my body as I hear the first, no, third shot. Was there a Decepticon outside?

I heard Judy screaming and peeked through the hole in the garage. What I saw was certainly the first Decepticon encounter I ever had. They were tiny vicious little things that had glowing red eyes, they skittered across the lawn avoiding BumbleBee's cannons. They too had weapons of their own, one of them even had a tail.

I moved around the sharp edges of wood and made my way towards the street. I was too afraid to help, and I convinced myself Bee had it covered. "Holy shizz. That's insane."

A big explosion erupted and destroyed Sam's room aka "Ron's home theater". I gasped as one of the vicious monsters' torched body flew over my head.

"911!" Ron ran to his wife dreading the thought of her getting hurt.

Sam, on the other hand, was aggravated. "BumbleBee!"

I cautiously stepped towards Sam and his parents, and put out small grass fires that had been laying around. My heart pounded against my chest, "Sam, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright." He pointed to the now destroyed garage and spoke to BumbleBee as if he was a child whom deserved to be in time out because he did something bad. "Get in the garage. Go!"

"What the freak just happened?" Judy was covered in soot, and was extremely distraught. Her son's room was just freaking bombarded.

BumbleBee, though, didn't understand why Sam was so mad at him, and honestly neither did I. He just saved all our lives from those things.

"I'm about to have a nervous breakdown." Sam was almost pulling the hairs out of his head. "Just go in the garage quietly, please."

They kept bickering until BumbleBee threw his hand in the air in an annoyed fashion and retorted a "Whatever" like some angsty teenager. His footsteps were great at depicting his emotions because boy were they nice and heavy.

I followed Sam into the house, and spotted him searching the floor. "What are you looking for?"

He looked at me wide-eyed and shushed me. "This is secret okay, like Top Secret go to jail if someone found out I had this secret. Remember the cube Ratchet told you about? Well there are two shards left. I found this one today in my pocket, hence the Deceptibabies. Optimus took the other, they don't know theres a second one. Help me find it, yeah?"

He said it all a bit rushed so I could only understand a few things, "Okay."

I picked up the trash can in the corner of the kitchen and dumped is content onto the floor. There was no piece of metal, just a bunch of rotten food. I went to the table and moved the bananas and some breakfast around, and saw something glistening in the sunlight. I picked up the shard, and a weird tingling sensation surged through my body. "Is this...Is this..."

The sensation stopped at my throat, hovering there for a few seconds before the burning sensation continued and stopped at my eyes. The pain was too much and I through the shard back on the table. I hissed, and rubbed my eyes furiously.

"This is it, alright, we gotta go outside." He threw a pair of pliers onto the table and shook a small glass container in his hand. "Come on Mary, lets go."

I grabbed my throat and wondered why my vocal chords were acting crazy. It felt like there was a snake in my throat and I couldn't help but feel like I was going to vomit. I nodded at Sam and slowly made my way outside. Sam was with Mikaela and his parents so I went to check if Bee was okay.

I hopped over a miniature crater, and stepped cautiously into the garage once again. With a yelp I sidestepped and Sam hurried past me like his life depended on it.

I rubbed my throat, hoping my vomit would stay put.

"Sorry about Sam." Mikaela sighed, leaving the garage. She reached for the botton of her pants and began to undress.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" I exclaimed as I put turned my back to her.

She chuckled and continued to undress, "I have a dress on under this jacket."

My back went slack and I gave a sigh of relief, "Oh."

The awkward moment of silence was my cue to get back in the garage.

"Come on, big guy. Look, the guardian thing is done. Okay? You did your job. Look I'm safe need to go be with Optimus Prime and the others. I just want to be normal, Bee. That's why Im going to college, and I can't do that with you."

Oh, Sam. I looked at Bee, and saw the dejection in his eyes. No, Bee. Don't cry. My eyes softened and I felt my fingers slowly inch away from the broken garage door. Sam was breaking his little spark heart, and I couldn't bear to see Bee cry like that. It made me want to cry knowing this bot was being told that he was no longer needed. Sam was leaving him and Bee couldn't do anything about it.

"Love you, Bee." And with that Sam left BumbleBee in the garage.

I knocked on the wooden wall making myself present. "Hey, you."

He didn't spare me a glance and it worried me further. "Bee, you okay?" I touched his face plate gingerly, he shook my hand away with a turn of his head.

"Yes." He answered quickly, sniffling.

"Bee, I know you're lying."

"No, I'm not. I'm a happy ray of motherfragging starshine." He said angrily.

I have him a stone cold stare. "A ray of starshine? You can do better than that." I replied without realizing I was speaking in another language.

His breathing stopped and he looked at me with wide optics, "You understood what I said?"

I looked at him confused, "Yeah...We're speaking English aren't we?"