The Impact We Have on Others

Disclaimer- I don't own transformers or any of its characters. Only own OC's and original plot points.

Third Person POV

Not long after Will and Epps leave in their truck the rest of the group follows their lead. Since Bee can't transform due to his injuries the others help hook him up to the back of Optimus' truck form. Bee doesn't move as Ironhide and Jazz secure him to the back of the truck to make sure he doesn't fall off during the ride.

Once Bee is secure the rest of the Autobot's transform into their alt forms while the remaining soldiers pile into their military issued cars. Sam and Mikaela ride back with Jazz since their normal mode of transportation is unavailable.

After making sure Sam and Mikaela are accounted for Optimus leads his team back to the main road.

When they arrive at the Sector Seven base they're guided to a large empty room connected to a smaller room located just outside of the bases medical center. The large room is where Sector Seven usually houses all of their large weapons and tanks, but they moved them to make room for the Autobots.

Upon entering the room Jazz quickly pulls to a stop and opens his doors for Sam and Mikaela allowing them to exit his car. They quickly slip out and walk through the small door entering the room just outside of where Julia is currently going into surgery. The Autobot's stay in the bigger room since they can't fit in the smaller room.

After the teens leave the Autobot's split off and scatter to their own separate sections of the room to think and grieve individually.

Optimus' POV

I remain in my alt mode until Bee is unhooked and safely transported to the corner of the room.

Once he's free I transform into my bipedal mode and glance at the depressed young scout. Once Ironhide firmly places him back on the ground Bee immediately lowers his head and slides his mask down successfully hiding his face from the rest of us. I release a silent sigh as I see how broken Bee is.

I'm so used to Bee's cheerful and spirited attitude that it's disconcerting to see him so quiet and withdrawn. I stare at the unusually silent scout for a few seconds before shaking my head and moving to the other side of the room to think.

I reflect back on earlier in the day when Julia claimed the Autobot's as a part of her family despite the fact that she's hurt because of us. We're the ones who dragged her and her friends into this fight; but unlike me she doesn't blame us for her pain. We've barely known each other for more than a few days and she's already opened up her heart to us.

I know she wouldn't want me to, but I can't help but feel guilty and responsible for her current state of health.

I never wanted to involve the humans in our war, but it couldn't be avoided. And now one of our few human allies and friends is in the med bay because they were forced to participate in a battle they never should have joined.

When Ironhide asked me why we're fighting to save the humans after they kidnapped Bee my mind immediately wandered to Julia. I didn't realize it until then, but she's one of the main reasons I believe in humanity so much. She's shown me how much potential they truly have despite all the ugly qualities we've seen in others so far. Not only is she a strong fighter, but she also has a good heart full of compassion and forgiveness.

When we first met I immediately noticed how easily she bonded with the team. Her personality made it possible for her to instantly bond with every member in her own unique way. Over time I also noticed how close Bee and Julia were starting to become. Whenever she's around Bee seems to unconsciously perk up and that's something that makes me like her even more than I already do.

Like Julia said, she's a part of our family and we care about her just like she cares for us. I pray to Primus that she makes it out of this not only for myself, but for everyone that will be equally devastated by her loss.

Jazz's POV

After Sam and Mikaela leave the room I transform into my bipedal mode and move to the back of the room. I unceremoniously thump to the ground and sit with my back against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.

The silence is making it way to easy for my mind to wander to unpleasant thoughts that I desperately want to distract myself from.

I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for Julia. If she hadn't had the courage to intervene and shoot Megatron in the eye I wouldn't have been able to escape getting ripped in half.

When someone saves your life at the risk of their own that's not something you easily forget.

She helped me when I needed it most, but now that she needs help I can't do anything to save her. I'd gladly give my life if it meant saving hers right now, but unfortunately her fate is out of my hands.

I remember after she saved my life she told me she'd have my back any day and everyday. I agreed and told her the same. Now I feel like I've let her down and broken that promise of always looking out for one another.

I lean my head against the wall and activate my internal radio system blasting music in my head to try and block out the jumble of feelings buzzing through my body.

But even I know that music can't fully replace or mask these smothering feelings no matter how much I want it to.

Ironhide's POV

Usually working on my guns or some type of weapon is a great way for me to relieve stress and process my emotions, but not today. No matter how much I try to upgrade my precious cannons or fix my various other guns I can't suppress my feelings of anger and grief.

And no matter how much I try to deny it the main emotion consuming my body isn't anger, guilt, or sadness, but fear. Fear is the main thing preventing me from fully engaging my mind on upgrading my weapons.

Now fear isn't an emotion I experience often, but seeing Julia that badly injured caused intense fear to creep into my spark for the first time in years. Never before have I ever been so afraid of seeing someone injured in my entire life as an Autobot.

Over the course of time that I've known her I've come to realize that Julia is my favorite human. I like Sam, Mikaela, and the other soldiers on Will's team, but Julia was the first human I met who had the courage to stand up to me. When I first pointed my canons at Sam I'll admit I was surprised to see her instinctively pull out her own gun and stare me down unafraid despite the massive size difference. Her fiery and fearless spirit is admirable and something I find rare in the other humans I've encountered.

If she were born a cybertronian there's no doubt in my mind that she would have been the perfect Autobot warrior. She has the skill of a fighter, the spirit of a soldier, and the heart of an Autobot.

After failing to distract myself with my guns I became so consumed with anger and worry that I can't take it anymore. I quickly stand from my spot on the floor and make my way out of the smothering room. I quickly find my way to one of the training rooms the soldiers built to practice their skills. The room is sound proof so all the noise I make can't be heard from the outside.

Upon entering the room I know I need to let off some steam and clear my head so I activate my guns loving the sound they make when they hum to life. Throughout the room are various targets, large and small, and once my guns are ready to go I start shooting. Even though my mind isn't fully in the game my aim is true and I don't miss a single target, even the moving ones.

For the next five minutes I force myself to simply aim and shoot allowing my mind to wander free as I try to relieve some of the sadness I feel through something I love. But for once in my life fighting doesn't get rid of the feelings burning in my spark.

I lower my gun and transform it back into a large metal hand as I realize destroying things isn't helping me at all. I have to face the fact that Julia has somehow found a way to burrow deep into my spark and shooting something isn't going to make me feel better.

In this moment of realization I vow that if she makes it out of this I'll never allow any more harm to come her way again. If someone tries to mess with my favorite femme then they'll have to deal with a very angry and protective weapons specialist. And lets just say an angry weapons specialist is not a mech you want to mess with.

Ratchet's POV

While everyone else goes to think in his or her own personal corner of the room I stay with Bumblebee after he's released from the back of Optimus' alt form.

Before we left mission city I had some of Simmons men go out and retrieve all the pieces of Bee's legs that that they could find. These pieces were then brought back to base along with the other materials and tools I asked for.

I'm now in the process of fixing Bee's legs as a way of keeping my hands busy and my mind occupied. However, when my hands start to move on instinct, since I've done this so many times before, my mind starts to wander away from the task at hand.

My brain starts to think about how much Julia reminds me of Optimus. Though she doesn't know it yet, she's a strong leader who's willing to do whatever it takes to protect the people she cares about. She's not afraid to make the hard decisions or fight when she has to, but still manages to be compassionate and caring even with people she's never met before. She protects her family with every ounce of her being and won't tolerate anyone hurting them either physically, verbally, or mentally.

I've known Optimus for years and no one's ever shown to possess as many similar qualities to the mech like Julia does. If she were a cybertronian I wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be a prime and one just as legendary as Optimus.

I remember my spark jumping for joy when Julia named us official members of her family. Looking back on it I realize that Julia has become a big part of my life just as much as the other Autobot's.

As I work on Bee's legs I make a silent pact with myself that when this is all over I'll learn more about human medicine and biology so I can help my human friends if they need medical attention. I wanted to help Julia when she got hurt, but I don't know the first thing about human surgical procedures so I wouldn't have been much help. Being a doctor and not knowing how to help someone in need of medical assistance is one of the worst feelings in the world and I vow it'll never happen again.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and grab another wrench from the ground before going back to focusing on Bee's legs.

Sam's POV

I silently tap my foot against the floor as I wait outside of the medical room where Julia is in surgery. Mikaela is in the seat next to me and the Autobot's are waiting in the adjacent room. After a while I cease my tapping and bury my face into my hands while Mikaela wraps a comforting arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. Earlier, that movement would have filled me with joy and happiness, but now I barely register her arm around me.

My mind is so focused on Julia that I don't pay attention to anything else. Eventually I can't handle the silent guilt swirling around in the pit of my stomach and have to speak to someone before I burst.

I raise my tear-stained face from my hands and look down at my lap as I speak for the first time since Julia was taken into the ambulance.

"It's all my fault," I whisper to Mikaela who turns her head when she hears me speak.

"If I hadn't been in the situation to where Megatron could have hit me Jul's wouldn't have pushed me out the way. If I would have reacted faster or seen the attack coming I could have moved to avoid it, but I didn't. And now she's going through hell and back because of it" I mumble while more tears trail down my face.

Mikaela shifts in her seat so her body is turned to me.

"Sam this is not your fault, it's Megatron's. Julia knew what she was doing when she pushed you out of the way. You know Julia better than anyone and you know she wasn't about to let someone she loves get hurt if she could do something to prevent it. If we asked her right now she'd say without any hesitation that she'd do it again in a heart beat for you or me or Bee or anyone else she cares about" Mikaela says as she turns my head to look at her.

"But it should have been me who took the hit. The attack was meant for me and-"

Mikaela's lips crash into mine cutting off my protest. I'm surprised for a total of two seconds before I respond and kiss her back. After a few seconds Mikaela pulls away and places her hands on both sides of my face.

"Sam you really need to stop blaming yourself, ok. Julia wouldn't want you to feel guilty about her actions. I'm worried for Julia as well, but the doctors here are some of the best around. If anyone can get Julia back on her feet they can. Plus Jul's is strong and isn't going to let a little injury keep her down for very long. She'll push through and make it out of this even better than before" she firmly states as she wipes away some of the tears from my face with her thumb.

I look into her eyes and think about what she says before nodding in agreement. Jul's is strong and will fight to come back to us. I just hope I get the chance to thank her for saving my life and then scold her to never do it again.

Mikaela's POV

After my little speech Sam goes back to silently tapping his foot against the floor while staring at the door labeled medical center.

Like Sam I'm terrified of the thought of loosing Julia after becoming so attached to her. Who would've known going on a crazy alien adventure together would result in us becoming so close, but it did. I see now that Jul's has the ability to make knowing people for only a few days feel like you've known each other for years.

I think back to the lake party, which feels like months ago even though I know it was only a few days ago. I remember my respect for the girl rising to new heights after seeing her beat Trent in a fight without breaking a sweat. Julia's spirit and spunk was the wake up call I needed to see Trent for the true jerk he was and finally break up with him.

I've never been so happy to make a decision in all my life. If it wasn't for Julia I wouldn't have stood up to Trent, gotten to know Sam, discovered a foreign alien species, or gotten into the car that changed my life.

And as a result of all of these things, my life turned out to be so much better than I ever expected.

Epps' POV

When our truck arrived at the Hoover dam Sector Seven base Will and I rush to the closest soldier and demand to know where the med bay is. The soldier tells us where to go and we run in the direction he points. When we get to the room just outside of the medical center we're stopped by a nurse blocking the doorway.

Before we can even attempt to get past her she tells us that we can't go in since Julia is currently in surgery and the procedure can't be interrupted. After the nurse explains the severity of Julia's condition we reluctantly sit outside the door and wait for further news.

Kyle walks in a few minutes later and silently takes a seat next to Will. When Sam and Mikaela walk in about 15 minutes later they ask what the status is and we tell them what the nurse told us.

Julia is currently in surgery and has been for the past 45 minutes. She tells us it was touch and go for a while in the ambulance and it doesn't look good at the moment, but that the doctors are trying their very hardest.

After crushing what little hope they had left of receiving good news the two teens sit a few chairs down from us so they can have their own space to worry.

As I sit in my seat I can't pull my eyes away from my blood stained hands. By now the blood is starting to dry and I managed to wipe some of it off with a towel I found in the car, but there is still a large amount left on my hands.

I tear my gaze away from my dirty hands when a fellow soldier walks up and hands me a fresh pair of clothes.

"I thought you might want to change and wash off" the man says before handing me the clothes.

I give him a soft thanks before he walks off and I go to the bathroom around the corner. I lock the door behind me and quickly change out of my heavy military uniform, happy to have the dirty material off of my body. I then slip on the loose blue jeans and tight black muscle shirt the soldier gave me which surprisingly fits perfectly. I keep my military boots on since I don't have an extra pair of shoes, but I'm fine with wearing my boots.

After my clothes are taken care of I walk over to the sink and turn on the warm water. The second the water is on I shove my hands in and start to scrub the blood off.

Ever since I became a soldier I've had to deal with a lot of blood stains and death. I'm not unfamiliar with the act of loosing a friend in battle, but seeing Julia bleeding on the road is different.

Julia isn't a soldier and not only is she a friend she's family.

Now I'll admit she has the mindset, skill, and heart of a soldier, but she still technically isn't one. As of right now she's a civilian family member that got hurt in a war she shouldn't have been fighting in.

It would've been slightly easier to deal with if it were a fellow soldier or even Will who got injured to the brink of death since they signed up for this, but Julia didn't. She didn't agree to put her life on the line for her country or to charge into battle knowing their is a high possibility she won't be coming back out. She's just a young girl who still has her entire life to live.

I furiously scrub the blood from my hands eager to rid myself of the dreadful feeling. Once all the blood is washed away I turn the water off and look up at the mirror above the sink.

My face betrays me as I try to hide the exhaustion I currently feel. There are heavy bags under my eyes and my face is covered in dirt, dried blood, sweat, and various scrapes and cuts. I desperately want to crash in a bed and allow myself the rest my body so desperately needs, but I can't give myself the luxury.

I have to stay awake for Julia and be there when she wakes up. Until I know she's ok and stable, sleep will just have to wait.

Will's POV

I sit outside of the medical room for a while before reaching into my uniforms vest pocket to pull out two small photos. The edges of the photos are starting to wear and tear showing signs of how much I've held them over the years.

These pictures are two things that I take with me everywhere I go. When I was first deployed I brought these with me to remind me of what I'm fighting for and help me get through some tough and lonely times overseas.

Epps took the first photo when he was walking up the driveway leading to my house. Epps and I were on leave and he was invited to spend the day at my house for a family barbecue as a part of his vacation.

The photo shows Julia, aunt Sasha, uncle John, my wife Sarah, and I in front of my house. Julia is laughing with a large smile on her face as I run around the yard with her sitting on my shoulders. My uncle is by the grill working on the meat while Sasha is sitting on the nearby bench keeping him company as he cooks. Sarah is sitting at the table in the middle of the yard laughing at my sister and I.

The second photo is a close up of Julia and I in the yard. Our faces are crystal clear, but the green grass background behind us is slightly burry giving more emphasis on our faces. We are both on our knees and Julia is leaning into my back with her arms wrapped around my neck. Her chin is resting on my left shoulder and we're both looking up at the camera with big bright smiles. This photo was taken the day before I left for service.

I always have these photos with me and look at them often, which is why the edges are starting to rip.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice Kyle looking at the photos and decide that I need to say something to distract myself from the constant worrying I'm doing.

"Did I ever tell you about the time Julia and I spray painted our rooms while our parents were at a business party?" I ask my friend while still keeping my eyes glued to the photo in my hand.

Kyle shakes his head and turns so I know he's listening.

I crack a small smile as I think back to that day all those years ago.

One day while my parents were out at a business party Julia and I decided it would be fun to buy cans of different colored spray paint and spray our rooms with them. Julia was around 5 years old at the time while I was about 18 and in my senior year of high school.

I don't think I've ever had so much fun in my life then when I was spray painting with my little sister. She loves the colors blue and purple so we spray painted her name in blue on the wall with a large purple heart surrounding it. I'll never forget the large smile that covered her face as she helped me finish the heart around her name. With that simple act I had made her day and that made me feel absolutely amazing.

Needless to say when my parents got home they weren't as amused. For a second they were so mad I thought they were going to kick me out of the house, but thankfully that didn't happen. When they found out what we'd done I told them it was all my idea and that I'd forced Julia to participate to save her the hassle of getting in trouble, but she refused to go along with the lie.

She told them that she willingly participated and that if I got in trouble then she should get in trouble as well. I almost died of laughter when I saw my little 5 year old sister crossing her arms across her chest standing in front of me like she's protecting me from trouble instead of the other way around.

I think her act of trying to divert some of the blame away from me was why my parents didn't go as hard on us as they could have.

We were both grounded for three months and that sucked especially for me since I only had about four months before I graduated so I missed out on a few big senior parties with my friends, but every time I thought back to that large smile on her face I knew it was all worth it.

I laugh as I think back to that fond moment. My parents even let her keep the heart with her name in it on the wall because she loved it so much. One look into those large doe eyes of hers and they broke. They allowed her to keep the heart but forced us to remove everything else.

"Sounds like you two had some fun times," Kyle says with a small laugh as he pictures me and my little sister running around the house with spray paint in our hands.

"Yeah we've had some good times. Even in those rare bad moments we always end up turning them into a good time" I state before going into my second story which Kyle gladly listens to thankful that I'm talking and not silently sulking like I was before.

I remember when Julia first started high school and I found out she was dating a guy a year older than her. She was a 14-year-old freshman and he was a 15-year-old sophomore. Now that isn't that big of a gap, but something about him just didn't sit right with me.

But then again I'm also an older brother and I don't think I'm ever going to really like anyone my sister tries to date. However, I let it go and allowed the relationship to continue since I could tell he made her happy and in the end that's all that matters to me.

One day I come home for a weekend with one of my best friends from college named James. James and I have been friends since middle school and grew up together so he knows Julia as well. Since we were both in town we decided to take Jul's out to the movies to hang out.

We're all joking around having a good time when Julia suddenly freezes as we walk towards the entrance. James and I look back and are about to ask why she stopped when we see the tears rolling down her face. We immediately turn around and walk back asking her what is wrong. When she doesn't answer we look up to see what she's staring at.

When I glance over to the side of the theater I instantly know what made my sister cry. Making out on the side of the building is her boyfriend and a pretty brunette who I later found out is in his grade. After a few seconds of a fierce make out session the two break apart when a car full of girls pulls up. The pretty brunette gives him one last kiss before getting into the car with her friends leaving the boy behind with a bright smile on his face.

I don't think I've ever been more pissed in my entire life then I was in that split moment. Seeing this guy making out with another girl while dating my sister ultimately breaking her heart sent me over the edge.

The girl was lucky to have left when she did because she missed my angry episode.

Without hesitation I run over to the guy and grab him by the collar before punching him so hard I break his nose. The boy falls to the floor stunned by the sudden attack and gets angry for a split second before looking up to see who hit him. When he sees my face all his anger disappears and his face looses all of its color. We met once or twice before so he immediately knew who I was and why I was so pissed off.

My body shook with anger as I yell at him for cheating on my sister and how much of an ass he is for hurting her. I manage to punch him one last time before James runs over and wrestles me off of the poor kid.

I struggle to get back to the guy and make him pay for hurting Jul's, but James reminds me that Julia is still around and that she needs my attention much more than that scumbag. I desperately want to continue hurting the kid until he's a bloody mess, but I know my sister needs me more than he does.

I give him one last chilling glare and he shrinks back as I point a finger at him.

"This is far from over punk," I growl before turning my back to him and walking back to Julia.

As I walk to her she moves as well and storms straight past me. From years of knowing how her emotions work and seeing past her various masks I can tell she's still heartbroken by the recent discovery, but to most people who don't know her very well she would've just looked extremely pissed off. Her eyes darken furiously as she pulls her hand back and slaps him across the face before telling him that they are officially done.

She then tears off the bracelet she was wearing that he'd given her two weeks ago and threw it on the ground next to him. Once she threw the jewelry on the floor she walks away, but the guy quickly recovers from the slap and tries to apologize. He reaches out to grab Julia's arm, but I quickly intervene before he can reach her.

I tell him to stay away from my sister and if I ever hear he so much as thinks about her again I'll do much worse than break his nose. After I make sure he understands my threat I jog over to Julia and the three of us leave the theaters no longer in the mood for a movie. We drop James off at his house before going back home.

When we get home I sneak her past our aunt and uncle and make up some excuse about how the movie was sold out so we wouldn't have to explain what happened or why we're home so early. Once we're safely in her room and the door is locked she breaks down and for the next hour or so I hold her in my arms as she cries into my chest. At first she blames herself for not being good enough to deserve him, resulting in her boyfriend cheating on her, but I quickly shut that down.

I assure her that it isn't her fault and that she's absolutely perfect the way she is. I tell her that she's one of the greatest people I've ever had the privilege of knowing and if that dude is too dumb to see it then it's his loss. I promise that one day she'll find someone who will treat her right and love her for being the amazing person she is, and if he doesn't then I'll be there to thoroughly punish him for it like I did today.

Once she stops crying she tells me that I'm the best brother ever and thanks me for being there for her. I pull her into a hug and assure her I'll always be there for her no matter what. All she has to do is call and I'll be there in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

Looking back I just hope I get the chance to keep that promise.

Bee's POV

All I can think about is Julia. No matter how much I try to distract myself somehow my thoughts always return to Julia Lennox.

When we get back to the Sector Seven base I slide my facemask down hiding my face from everyone else in the room so I can express my grief in peace.

I can't shut my mind off from thinking back to all the fun times Julia and I had together. In my entire life I've never felt more free or happy then when we're together, and the mere thought of her getting hurt is killing me inside.

From the very beginning I felt a connection to Julia that is unique and completely different from anything I've ever experienced before. From the second I saw her in that old junkyard I immediately knew she was special.

I remember seeing her for the first time after she changed for the lake party and I know if I were in my bipedal mode my optics would have bugged out of their sockets. She looked absolutely stunning and I could feel the blush overtaking my body even though I was still in my alt mode.

I also remember the anger and jealousy I felt when Myles flirted with her during the car ride. I couldn't restrain myself from hurting the guy just a little for what he was saying to my girl.

I almost transformed at the party when Trent flirted with her worse than Myles. Everything he did just grated on my nerves to the point I had to restrain myself from attacking the kid. The way he leered at her like she's a piece of meat or the inappropriate things he was suggesting still make me shake with anger.

Keeping that in mind, I don't think I've ever felt more proud then when I watched Jul's singlehandedly beat the crap out of the guy. Like Ironhide mentioned before, she's not afraid to fight her own battles or get in peoples faces when she needs to.

My mind then shifts focus to the first time Jul's met the team and how she sat on my shoulder so close to my face that I started to involuntarily blush. I'll never forget how much Ironhide and jazz teased me through our personal link about it either.

Or the time she singlehandedly calmed me down with just one look and her voice after I was freed from Sector Seven's experiments. She managed to break through my panicked state and speak to the real me underneath all that fear and hostility. Her presence and voice were the only things that could bring me out of that fearful state of mind and without her I don't think I would've been able to think clearly.

Now even though all those memory's and experiences are unforgettable in their own way my most vivid memory of Jul's is right before she left with Sam during the fight.

When she kissed me on the cheek my spark fluttered so fast I thought it was going to bounce of out my chest. It was the happiest moment of my life and I couldn't help but think that I wanted her to kiss me somewhere other than my cheek.

And just as quickly as my mind thinks about the good it shifts to focusing on the bad. Seeing her fragile and lifeless body on that floor pains me more than anything. Watching her being carried away looking almost dead shatters my spark into a million pieces. It feels like someone took a knife and stabbed at my beating spark a billion times.

As Ratchet works on fixing my legs I barely notice the pain or the presence of anyone else in the room. I drown everything out and wish with all of my being that Julia survives. I don't think I can go on if Julia doesn't make it.

As I sit against the wall I finally realize something I should have realized a long time ago. I have feelings for Julia, and not just friendly ones, but something much stronger.

I love Julia and everything about her. I love her smile, her spirit, her personality, the way she isn't afraid to say what's on her mind, her ability to shoot a gun and fight, the way she makes everyone around her feel loved and accepted, and the way her eyes sparkle like precious gems.

I love Julia Lennox and I hope I get the chance to tell her that and that I didn't realize it too late.

I'm so happy to post this chapter and I've been working hard to finish it up so I could post because today is MY BIRTHDAY!

This will be the last chapter of everyone's individual feelings. I promise Julia will appear in the next chapter and the second movie will be starting soon.

Anyways please tell me what you think and give me your thoughts. Please R&R people!

Fanfiction still doesn't have its spellcheck inside doc manager so please excuse any grammar issues.

Until next time my friends!