"Hey, little sister what's it like out there without me? Are you a thousand miles away from me? Tonight I will be crying over this. All of your problems, we dismissed but it's you we miss."

The teen strummed against his guitar as the words were hummed, his eyes brimming with tears but still he kept playing. All he could do now was keep playing.

"Hey, little sister I'm still worrying about the distance. I'm always here and when you come back home, I promise I will listen. Dry your eyes...you can put down the disguise and all the lies."

Brandon choked on his breath for a moment before letting out the chorus.

"I'm sorry for letting you down. Oh, I'm sorry for letting you down." He didn't bother wiping away the tear that slid down his cheek as he kept playing.

"Sorry for letting you down..Hey, little sister I have so much left to say. If every word I never said to you could ever make you stay, I'd say them all. And I would never let you all, I'd give my all."

This was their mother's idea, and she talked to some people she knew to get him a spot on the station with his guitar since his drums would probably not fit in the sound booth. So here he was, microphone suspended above him as he sat on a stool and strummed along to Plain White T's in an effort to find the sister that had gone missing a week ago, hoping she was listening to the radio somewhere, listening to that channel and she was hearing him. She was hearing the promise that they would try harder for her.

That they were sorry for never being there.

When he was done, he set down his guitar and waited for the host to start talking again though it was clear the man was choked up himself.

"Alright, that was Brandon Matthews hoping to reach out to his baby sister that's somewhere out there. Sarah, if you're hearing this, we're here and we're waiting for you to come home. You're brother here wants to say a few words. Brandon?"

After situating his headphones, the youngest of the Matthews boys spoke into the microphone. "Uhh..yeah. Hey, Sarah I don't know if you're listening right now, I really hope you are, and if you are, I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. How much we all love you. I don't know where you are, if you're a hundred miles away or across the damn country, but...you need to come home. We need you back in our lives. I don't know what made you run in the first place but..but if you come home.."

He was getting choked up again and he had to take a minute to clear his throat.

"If you come home...I promise we'll make sure you never get to that point again. You can talk to any one of us and we'll listen. It's sad that I'm saying this now. It's sad that it took you running away for me to say this. But I'm sorry..I know I haven't been the best brother to you really ever...but you're still my sister and I would still do anything for you. I just wasn't sure if you know that or not."

The host was dabbing his eyes with a tissue, sniffling for a minute before speaking.

"That was..wow. Brandon, if she doesn't come home after that, I don't know what it will take."

His half hour ran out and he had to pack up his things and leave the station. With his guitar case secured on his back, he trudged outside where his dad was waiting for him patiently. He drew his son into a tight hug for a moment while saying, "You did great. I wouldn't be surprised if she were on her way back right now after hearing that."

"We can only hope, right?"

The man gave a heavy sigh and nodded, helping his son get his guitar into the Trailblazer before sliding into the driver's seat. He was about to go before he paused, a little voice in the back of his head.

Daddy, you have to put on your seatbelt!

His hand moved slowly as he pulled the belt across his shoulder and chest and clicked it into place. Sarah was always on him whenever he didn't pull on his seatbelt; which admittedly was not as often as it shoulder have been. She was always worrying about everyone else.

She wouldn't let anyone see what she was going through.

"Dad?"

Martin snapped from his thoughts as his son's voice, shaking his head and pulling into traffic carefully. "Sorry. Just...remembered something your sister is always telling me."

Brandon didn't press as to what it was, just sat in his seat quietly as the city of Chicago passed by him. Tall buildings and people on the streets, the sunlight blinding him every so often after they got out of a Skyscraper's shadow.

Sarah never did like leaving the city.

She was young at the time, and so was he, but even he saw how his seven-year old sister's personality suffered from it. His parents got more and more calls from her school, her teachers were worried about her lack of enthusiasm about everything. A comment had even been made before that he would never forget. He had tagged along with his mom to Sarah's parent-teach conference, and the woman had said in a low voice but he heard her.

"We're concerned. Sarah never smiles in class."

When she was in second grade, Sarah was put in time-out for threatening to hit another kid.

His little sister had threatened to hit someone. If that didn't scream she was emotionally distressed he didn't know what did.

But maybe he was too busy taking out his own frustration on school as well. He got into a fight once over something someone had said. He couldn't even remember what it was, only that he was on the kid in no time at all and then was serving detention.

Everyone had been so mad and the divorce only made it worse.

He noticed Sarah was more angry, more willing to snap out at anyone. Brandon was always on the receiving end of those outbreaks and in that period of their lives they were constanty fighting, arguing to the point it got physical and Michael had to break them up.

What seemed like Sarah mellowing out in age may have just been her bottling everything up behind an unstable wall that could come tumbling down with one little nudge of a brick.

Brandon wiped his eyes with the corner of his sleeve, jaw clenching tightly so he wouldn't announce his inner turmoil to his dad. The man was going through his own mourning but still got up in the morning to go to work.

"Know what we shoulder do when she comes back?" He asked, voice a little bit strained and more tears rolling down his cheeks. "We should take a trip down to see aunty Anne and uncle Andy. I bet she would love to see Anja and Dekota again."

"Yeah.." The man said, blinking back tears and sniffling. "It's been a while since we last went down there. I bet she would love it."

"So let's start saving up and we can go for Thanksgiving again."

He saw the smallest hint of a smile on his father's lips, but it was sad and strained and hardly reached his watery eyes.

"It's settled then."

Optimus was sitting quietly with his charge on his shoulder as usual, the two of them one the cliff side where he had taken her to in the middle of the night. They were just taking a moment to themselves after the hectic weekend they both suffered from when he felt her sit up.

He saw her look around, brows furrowed and a small uncertain frown on her face. It was too late in the evening for any other humans to be noticing them and his sensors were not picking up any Decepticon signals nearby.

"Something wrong, Sarah?" He asked her gently. His human just looked down at her hands for a moment then up at him as she asked,

"You ever get that feeling that someone's talking about you? Right at this moment?"

Because there is simply not enough feels in this story so here, Have a feels moment.