This is the last chapter. Not sure what more to put on this, but, at least it's finally finished. Right? Let's just tick this one off the list of unfinished fanfiction the Well has published. Sure, it's another short chapter, but now that I think about it, all my chapters in these older stories were pretty short, weren't they? So these last two weren't too far off base.

Dun dun dun duuun. To the story.

I was sitting in the driver's seat of one yellow Camaro again. Unlike the last time I sat in a car racing away from the battle behind us, the car made me put my seatbelt on. I wanted to go back. I wanted Bee to help, even though I couldn't. I wish I could help, but even if I managed to find a gun or anything, I wouldn't know what to do with it. And Bumblebee insisted that the most important thing was to get me to safety.

I think the most important thing was to get everyone to safety.

He was hailing Optimus. To tell him the Allspark was destroyed. I pinched at the red marks created on my arms by holding them so tightly around the Cube.

"He's not going to answer." I insisted, knowing full and well that he's in the middle of fighting, probably Megatron to boot, and he didn't need the distraction.

"I'm already trying Ratchet now. And Ironhide." He slowed down a bit. We weren't getting chased. No Decepticons came this way because they all assumed Starscream was after us, and the only other one that needed to worry more about us than any other Autobot back there was Megatron.

We were already outside the city, outside one building that Bumblebee told me was abnormally filled with humans. Refugees from the battle, I bet. He let me out to transform, and he stood outside the building to stare back into the city. We can see some Seekers flying from here, and we can hear an explosion and a toppling building every once in a while, but it's quieter.

I was walking back towards the building, and I pulled the door open. Or, tried to; it's locked.

I knocked, then saw motion in the window. They- a middle aged man -was staring at Bumblebee, who wasn't paying us any attention. I stepped in his way and waved, not really bothering to smile.

The door unlocked and propped open a bit. "Come on, kid. Get in here." The man urged, shooting Bumblebee nervous looks.

I shook my head. "No, it's alright. I just wanted to make sure you all were alright."

He stared at me like I was crazy, shrinking back into the building a bit and shooting Bumblebee another look. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Look, there's fighting out there, right? That means two sides. A good side and a bad side." I shrugged. "He's one of the good guys. We came out here to get away from the fight. Hey, do you have a cellphone?"

He disappeared, and the door nearly shut. But the sliver through which I could see told me his hand was still on the doorknob. Coming back a moment or two later, he shook his head. "We've got a landline."

"Good enough. Can I use it?"

He nodded, opening the door a bit more and giving Bumblebee an untrusting look.

I looked over my shoulder to Bee. "I'll be right back."

"Who are you calling?" He looked down to me, suspicious.

"Sandwich shop." I retorted sarcastically. "I'm calling my parents."

He gave me an odd look, and I could tell he thought that didn't make sense right now, but didn't bother to question it. He just turned back towards the city, probably still trying to get ahold of one of the others.

Yeah, I know the phones are down. They were back at the Dam, at least, but I was sort of hoping that outside of it they were still running. Landlines, at the very least. But, after trying three unsuccessful times, I hung up the phone and put my face in my hands, rubbing it. The Allspark... I held it as it was destroyed. I mean, it was either that or both Bee and I were going to die... and then everyone else because the Decepticons had the Allspark, but still. I feel way more invested in all of this than I should be for someone that only just met these aliens.

A voice shouted from outside, "The Decepticons are all flying away!"

I went to the window, around all the civilians that were deathly silent and avoiding it. I could see half a dozen black dots flying out of the city, and everything had gone completely quiet, both inside and outside this building.

Eight heartbeats later, the phone started going off. Everyone turned to stare at it, and I ran over to hang up on the number I didn't recognize, before stopping. No. This is probably someone trying to get ahold of someone in here, and that's no less important than me calling my parents.

"Thanks." I walked away from the ringing phone, nodding to the man that let me in. Someone answered it as I exited the building, walking back towards Bumblebee. I don't even know what I'd say to them anyways. Tell them I'm coming back? I'm probably not going to yet. Make sure they're alright? This battle is only here; it isn't anywhere else. They're fine.

Bumblebee scooped me up and dropped me on his shoulder, and we watched the black dots disappear into the sky. "After they started to go, Optimus finally hailed me back. He said the Decepticons just stopped fighting, and left."

"They found Starscream then." I nodded.

"I guess so."

We drove back towards the Hoover Dam. It's safe now, there's no need to run, and it's all over. The government was taking care of everything, they were ushering the Autobots indoors and they were working on fixing everything up. They tried to separate me from them, and even though Bumblebee insisted we give minimal resistance, I wasn't about to let go. The others were already inside. They were closer, and they'd been taken underground before we ever arrived, and I needed to know who survived.

"Sam." Bumblebee insisted, holding me in the air by the back of my shirt. "You'll come down with us soon enough. Go with them."

"Is everyone still alive?" I asked, ignoring him. If I can at least know that, then I'll go peacefully.

"Yes."

I bowed my head, and walked with the agents that came to escort me away as soon as I was back on the ground.

Down a few halls, into an empty room, and left there for at least half an hour before anyone bothered to come in and question me.

"Alright. I never got an answer. Who are you and why are you with those things?" It's Simmons himself.

"Don't you have more important things to do right now?" I asked.

"Don't you have high school to be at right now?" He retorted. "How did you meet them. What do you know about them?"

"I'm not saying anything until I speak with my lawyer." I crossed my arms.

"Great. A lawyer. You realize what sort of agency this is right? Your lawyer doesn't mean anything here." He glared.

"My lawyer is a giant alien robot. And by lawyer, I mean just someone I'm not going to answers without being present." I thought that was obvious.

"You want an alien present? Sure, absolutely. Just fine. Okay." He was pacing. "I'll just call the others up and tell them to let them go, you know, the aliens that just destroyed half a city!"

"It was the Decepticons that destroyed the city. The Autobots were the ones defending it." I gave an unimpressed look.

"Why are you defending them? How long have you even known them, hmm?" He came back to the table in the middle and leaned on it.

I didn't answer. I want Bee here, and I'm not saying anything until he is. I don't know what they're telling these people right now anyways, and I certainly don't want to talk too much. In any matter, I don't know their plan from here on out.

"You've got to be kidding me." He groaned. "Out of all the humans on Earth to get involved, to get on the inside, it had to be some kid whose voice hasn't even cracked yet! You're going to tell me what you know, and we're going to use it to decide how to handle these aliens. I'm not going to lie, they're already in pretty good standing with the high-ups. But if you want to be able to go home, like a nice kid, and go back to your normal life, you better start talking. National security has been compromised here, and you're looking at life in government hands right now. So talk, alien boy."

"I don't want my normal life back." I crossed my arms. "I intend to be a part of this."

His face was getting red, he was getting increasingly frustrated with me. If I didn't know any better, I would think that he was already on his last few nerves before he came in.

So I leaned forward and started asking him questions. "What's going on out there? I imagine the government is pretty happy with the Autobots right now. A bunch of aliens show up, act friendly, and get rid of the other big aliens that are trying to destroy a city. I'd bet you anything that while the Autobots are under questioning, they're in pretty good standing. But you? You were keeping one of the worst of them all in your basement for years, along with the thing they're fighting over. Your policy is probably to freeze everything alien you see, and dissect it. I can't imagine the government could stand to be associated with you, if they intend to make friends with the Autobots."

I must have hit it right on the nose, because he just about exploded. Not verbally, however, because the door clicked open just then. Will stuck his head inside and looked directly at Simmons.

"Jury's out. S-7's been disbanded. All personnel are to report to debriefing and contract signing by seven. You no longer have clearance to be in the same room as an alien ally."

"You. You did this." Simmons was fuming, pointing directly at Will. He then turned that finger to me as he went to the door. "You too. This isn't over, alien boy."

Will stepped aside to let him out before looking to me. "Hey Sam. Optimus negotiated your presence in the lower levels. Your clearance has been moved up on the terms you are crucial evidence to the aliens' presence. I've got to escort you downstairs."

I stood up and walked toward the door with a much more pleasant face. "Thanks."

"No problem." He pat my back and we started down the hall, the opposite direction Simmons had slunk down. "So I take it you're going to be sticking around for a while?"

"Something like that." I nodded, grinning.

The End. El Fin. All was well.

There we have it, please enjoy my other stories, stay tuned for yet more to come, and if you're feeling adventurous, go outside. I won't be, not until Fourth of July, but power to you. Don't do drugs, stay in school, and don't take candy from strangers. And whatever you do, don't trust Simmons.

Goodnight.