A/N: I'm back! Sorry that this is coming out really late today, but this was all written today because with my life getting swamped with NaNoWriMo, I didn't get a chance to write before today, which also explains why its a short chapter. And for those of you who might be wondering, yes I did get the goal of 50K words for NaNo. 16,000 of which were written yesterday... Yeah I fell really far behind and then made it all up! But after writing till midnight last night, I slept in till nearly noon today and then had family stuff to do which kept me away from my computer. Despite all that, the chapter is still here and now I'll stop talking so you can get to the chapter.


My stomach seemed tie itself in small knots during the awkward silence that followed what Lennox said. At the same time, a few unsure glances were cast around our circle. Then Lennox spoke up again, hopefully to explain.

"Sam had the cube when the helicopter picked him up off the roof, and it was in the helicopter when we found you as humans. When we dropped you off at the medical facility, it was gone right after you left the helicopter and the only people who were in the back of the helicopter were the five of you, Sam, Mikaela, and I. I had assumed that one of you had grabbed it."

There was a second bout of silence until Prime spoke up.

"I'm certain none of us grabbed it. Bumblebee, wasn't even awake yet. I was carrying Bumblebee and helping Ironhide limp along while Ratchet was helping Jazz. Sam and Mikaela were both in front of us and weren't carrying anything. I'm not accusing the government of anything though. The cube seems like it doesn't want to be found right now." Prime ended what he said with a sigh.

"You're talking about the thing like its alive." Sam said this and I was reminded that he was here. Ratchet let out a little laugh at this, earning him a confused look from Sam.

"The cube is what has given Cybertronians life, for millennias. You don't think has some sort of intelligence to it?" Sam looked around at the others in the room and saw that Ironhide and Jazz were both nodding in agreement. Shrugging, Sam dropped the subject.

"Prime, now that we know you need it, the government will step up its efforts to find the cube."

"Thank you Captain Lennox." Prime said this and then there was a click and then the call ended. While Optimus let out a sigh, he leaned back in his seat on the couch.

"Well, now what?" Sam looked around the group, and I realized that he didn't have a spot to sit down. Standing up, I motioned for him to sit and then took the small spot in between Ratchet and Optimus.

It would have been awkward for him to have tried to sit in. I leaned my head against Prime's shoulder, my stomach didn't appreciate me standing up and moving around. Ratchet looked over at me and then over towards Sam.

"First thing you need to do is go get a bucket." Sam seemed confused for a second, before looking over towards me. He then immediately got up and walked out of the room. Jazz leaned around Ratchet and nodded his head.

"Hey Bee, are you feeling okay?" I shrugged my shoulders, my stomach wasn't feeling great, but I had already been enough trouble for Ratchet with my neck. Complaining about something that was just going to pass soon wasn't something I'd do.

Of course right then the feeling in my stomach only got worse. That or it was the fact that I didn't like everyone staring at me. It made me feel like I did something wrong. A few seconds later Sam came back into the room, a blue bucket which he handed to Ratchet.

"Bee, into here." Ratchet said this as he passed the bucket off to me. I gave him confused look as he set the bucket down on my lap, and was about to reach for my phone when the knot in my stomach tightened and seemed to convulse.

The next thing I knew, I was doing whatever the human equivalent of purging your tanks was into the bucket. There were three or four distinct different times but it all happened with a minute. When I was done I had a foul taste in my mouth and I felt weak. Optimus was gently rubbing my back and I leaned back against him, really hoping that it would never happen again.

"Thank you Sam." Prime said this while handing the bucket to Ratchet. The medic glared at Prime, but didn't say anything when he got up, presumably to go rinse the bucket out. Optimus then gently shifted me so that I was no longer leaning on him and then stood up. "Thanks for having us over, but we should probably be getting home now."

After he said this, Prime bent down and picked me up, I once again leaned my head against him, not really feeling that great anymore. Sam nodded understandingly, and Jazz and Ironhide stood up as well. Ratchet walked back into the room, and handed the now clean bucket back to Sam, who muttered something about 'throwing up himself'. He took one look at all of us standing and a spoke.

"I'm assuming that we're leaving." Prime nodded and then started walking towards the door. Sam set the bucket down, and then ran to the door, opening it, and holding it for us as we left. He waved goodbye before closing the door behind him as he wandered back into his house.

Optimus set me down in the passenger seat in his truck and buckled me in, before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side. I leaned my head against the window, and the cool glass felt amazing against my face, which now seemed to be burning up.

As Prime started the truck, I saw the others getting into their vehicles. It was either the engine, or the motion of being in a moving vehicle that started to lull me to sleep. Unfortunately, when I was almost asleep, my stomach started acting up again.

Thankfully Optimus seemed to notice, and pulled over to the side of the road. He hopped out and ran around to my side and helped me out as well. I started throwing up, or at least that's what I thought I heard Sam refer to it as.

Prime held onto me when my legs started to wobble, and prevented me from falling into what I had just thrown up. That did not mean that I still didn't get any on me. After I was done, he helped me back into the truck and started on our way home again.

I ended up throwing up again a little while, during which the process repeated itself. When we arrived in the parking lot outside of the apartment building we were currently living in, Prime had to jump out and help me yet again.

This time there wasn't very much that was coming up, but it was tainted a dark red. After I was done this time, Prime picked me up, not seeming to care that some of what was on me was now on him. As he walked towards the front door, we found the others standing around, apparently waiting for us.

"Well at least we know why you took so long to get home." Ratchet said this as he opened the front door and held it for Prime. While we were walking up the stairs, Ratchet spoke up again. "When we get inside, Jazz will you get the shorts and shirt we brought Bee home in?"

I thought in my head to thank both of them later. Both my shirt and pants had splashes of throw up on them, and the smell coming from them made me want to throw up all over again.

When Ratchet opened the door to our apartment, Optimus didn't take me to my room like I expected him to. Instead, he took me to the bathroom, and set me down on the counter. He turned on the water to the sink, and let it run, while he helped me pull off my shirt.

Jazz walked in and silently set down the white clothes I had first woken up in, and walked out, while Prime was getting a small piece of cloth wet under the water. Optimus cleaned off my face, and then my arms and hands before shutting off the water, and just leaving the cloth in the sink.

After he helped me change into the clothes that Jazz had brought in, he carried me into my room and laid me down on the bed, a bucket sitting on the floor next to it. I still smelled a little bit of the throw up, but that wasn't enough for me not immediately fall asleep when Prime turned off the light as he left the room.

I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep, but when I woke up, I immediately leaned over the side of my bed and threw up in the bucket there. There was very little that I actually threw up, but my stomach seemed to think that was, and forced little bits of acids that were colored dark red.

It was then that the light came on, and Optimus walked in to the room. When he saw me leaning over the side of the bed, he let out a sigh and came over and sat on the side of the bed. He gently rubbed my back while I repositioned myself so I could put my head on his lap.

We sat like this for a minute or so, before Ratchet walked in. He too let out a sigh when he saw me. I looked up at Prime and saw him glancing between the bucket and Ratchet. Ratchet seemed to notice this too and shook his head.

"Nice try Prime, but this time you get to take care of the bucket." I smiled weakly at this and prop myself up with my arm so that he can get up. Prime cast me a friendly glare as he stood and grabbed the bucket and left the room.

Ratchet walked over to me and sat down on the opposite side where Prime had been sitting. He set the glass of water and the rattling bottle he had in his hands on the night stand and then helped me sit up all the way. Ratchet then picked the bottle again and opened it, and dumped two pills out on to his hand.

I looked at him, pleadingly. I hated taking pills when I was a Cybertronian, and that hadn't changed now that I was human. He took one look at me and let out a little laugh before handing me the two pills and the glass of water he had brought.

"While sometimes I do mess with the others about medical things, I don't with you. If I give you medicine, it's because it's going to help you. Now take the pills."

I let out a small sigh and then put the first pill in my mouth and took a sip of water. After swallowing, I repeated the process with the second pill. Once it was done I handed the glass back to Ratchet while giving him a glare.

I then started having a bit of a coughing fit. When I covered my mouth with my hands, they got covered in little specks of blood. Even though the coughing fit only lasted fifteen seconds at the most, it still left me, a little weak.

Leaning my elbows on my knees, I look down at my lap, about ready to fall back asleep. Of course right then threw up yet again, getting the feeble amount that came up, all over my lap. Ratchet who was sitting beside me, let out a sigh. It was right then that Jazz walked into the room.

"Hey, Bee. I just wanted to check up on how you were doing…" It was then that he looked up from what he had in his hand, and saw my situation. "You just can't seem to keep yourself clean today can you?" He asked this jokingly but I didn't really find it funny. "Your other clothes are still in the washer, but I'll be right back."

He then left the room, and I looked towards Ratchet, confused, and he looked back at me just as confused. We didn't have to wait very long because he walked in a minute later, some clothes draped over his arm, and a towel in the other.

I looked at the clothes curiously, they looked similar to the clothes that I had gotten when at the mall with Mikaela, but a more beat up. Jazz used the towel to clean up my face and arms like Prime had earlier, and then pulled my shirt off, and left it on the floor while he reached towards the pile of clothes on the bed.

"I tried to get the bloodstains out, but they didn't come out." Jazz was holding up a shirt exactly like the one I had gotten with Mikaela, except it had the Autobot insignia on the front of it, and had a dark red blood stain running down the front of it. "It's as clean as it's gonna get, and it's better than what you're wearing right now."

I smile at him and he smiles back before helping me change my clothes, the jeans weren't much better than the shirt but I didn't care. After he's done he sat down on the bed where Prime was originally sitting, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. Jazz let out a little laugh and messed up my hair a little bit.

"Sorry Bumblebee, I need you to sit up?" I did as Ratchet told me, but still gave him an upset look, and practically pleaded with him when I saw him pull a roll of bandages out of his coat pocket. "Your current bandage has scrap on cause you've been throwing up all day." That was all the explanation he gave me before he reached over towards my neck.

"Hey Bee, I stay in here and tell ya a story, while The Hatchet does that." I smiled at this a nodded my head, telling Jazz to start.

The story Jazz told was one that I had heard before, but it passed the time while Ratchet took care of the bandage. Right when Jazz finished the story, Ratchet finished too, and got up, taking the bandages, the bottle of pills, and the glass of water with him.

Jazz then helped me lie down, pulling the blankets up over me, and ruffling my hair one again before getting up to leave. He left the jack that he had brought in with the other clothes on the night stand and smiled at me before turning of the light and walking out of the room. Optimus must have been standing just outside the door, because I heard them talking quietly.

"Jazz, thanks for looking after Bumblebee like you do."

"No problem Prime. The kid's like a little brother to me." If there was more to the conversation, I didn't hear it because I was drifting to sleep at that point.

When I woke up in the morning, I was thankfully feeling better. I remembered that I woke up every so often throughout the night, but I had immediately fallen back asleep. Sitting up in my bed, I stretched my arms, and looked around.

The bucket had returned to the spot on the floor, presumably in case I had woken up again and needed to throw up again, and the clothes I had been wearing at Sam's house were folded and were sitting at the foot of my bed, my phone sitting next to them.

The jacket was still sitting on the night stand, so I reached over and picked it up. It looked nearly identical to the jacket I had gotten with Mikaela, but it had the Autobot insignia on the back. I smiled sadly wishing that I had an Autobot insignia to wear, that wasn't one on the bloody clothes I had been in when I was turned human.

Setting the jacket down on the bed beside me, I notice something brightly colored sitting on the night stand. Picking it up, I turn it over in my hands. It's a small version of what I thought Sam had called a Rubik's Cube. The only reason I had any clue was because I was pretty sure that it came up in the conversation after dinner last night.

The tiny Rubik's Cube was on a key chain, but it still actually worked as a Rubik's Cube. I messed around with it for a little bit before setting it back on the night stand, planning on thanking whoever left it there for me.


A/N: I just wanted to add in that I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but Sam's house isn't based off of what is scene in the movies, I based it off of what my grandma's house is like. Also you can blame Bee getting sick on the fact that I got sick on Thanksgiving (And no I don't think it was because it was Thanksgiving) I wasn't nearly as bad as Bumblebee, but that doesn't mean that I didn't feel like scrap. It was one of the main reasons I fell even farther behind on NaNo than I already was. I only threw up twice, but I didn't get taken care of like Bee did. My dad was at work, and my brother was nice enough to get me a glass of water, and a bucket because I had barf on my hands but that was about it. When my dad got home, I had just thrown up again and he got me some tylonal and then put the Doctor Who 50th year anniversary on my computer and I fell asleep to that.

I was better on Friday, it was weird, but certainly my least favorite Thanksgiving yet. But enough about how I was sick, time for me to respond to those of you who reviewed last time.

Azul the blue: ... One dug up grave later... Now I feel like I'm Sam or Dean from Supernatural... Anyways, it's the first! Very late at night on the first, but still the first!

HardyGal: Glad that you enjoyed the early update. Yes, Bee is going to go to school. When I read that you enjoyed Jazz as a brother, I decided to have a bit more of that in this chapter. Hope that you liked that. Judy... She is like the queen of mood swings... it just makes me laugh, and it makes her a really easy character to write. I don't have to worry if she's out of character.

Humor isn't my best, so Jazz probably isn't that funny, oh well, at least you seemed to think he was funny. I love him too. He and Bee just seem naturally like brothers, they're both lighthearted characters who seem like they would get along. I just wish that my brother and I could get along a bit better. And I didn't like the fact that he died so I brought him back!

Trust me, if Trent tries anything he is going to have his aft handed to him on a silver platter... Especially with some of the Christmas presents I have planned for Bumblebee. And it's people like you who were really looking forward to updates that encouraged me to do an early update.

Dially: It always makes me happy to see that people are excited to come back and read my story. That always makes my day. Hope that making you wait until the first of December wasn't too long of a wait.

SweetGirl55: Glad that you liked the chapter. And to answer you question, I don't know. It depends on what ideas I get for this story. And when it is over, it might not actually be over, because I have ideas for a least one sequel, but that depends on if I want to actually split it up into other stories or if I want to just keep it as Change. So I have no set number of chapters.

transformersgirl4538: I'm glad to hear that you like this story. As for the things you didn't know about the characters... As far as backstories go, like the different interactions between the characters, are pretty much what I think fits my perceived personality of them. Pretty much the only backstory that I didn't make up was the Bumblebee Tyger Pax one. But I'm glad that you like the plot line. It was just randomly floating around in my head. And it's nice to know that somebody out there likes my art. You're the first person to comment on it. And sorry that I didn't finish early my life got a pile of scrap dumped on it and I barely finished NaNo, let alone early. PS. I like smilely faces too! :)

SpiderSilkTales: Glad to hear that you liked the Bee and Ratchet time! School is definitely going to be interesting... I can just imagine Cybertronian math vs human math... Bee is so going to end up failing history... And the excuse of "I grew up on another planet" isn't going to work. As for my NaNo story, one thanks for asking, and two, I barely got it done. But I did get it done! Hope that you enjoyed this chapter.

Thanks to all who are already planning on reviewing, or have reviewed past chapters, I always love hearing from you guys! And if you weren't planning on reviewing, I would really love to hear what you have to say about the story, I'm open to ideas and criticism. I'm open to you ranting about how my story sucks if that's how you feel about it. Every review helps me become a better author. I'll have it updated within a week!