A/N: I got a massive response to the last chapter and do you guys really think I would kill Jess off? I think not! She's stubborn that way ( kinda like me :P ). This is the first story I will actually finish and it's thanks to all of you guys. I almost called it quits on the 4th chapter but you guys pulled me through :) I love you all. Oh, and here's chapter 12. I hope you guys like the twist I put in ;)

Chapter 12: Recovery

I felt like I was breathing through a wad of cotton in my mouth. I knew it was open because I felt the cool hospital room air. My nose was operable but I couldn't breath through the bandages they wrapped it in. I guess I was right about the broken nose.

I wasn't sure how long I had been awake, but I knew it was at least a few days. Even though I couldn't open my eyes, I could tell the daylight when the sun hit my face and when it was nighttime when all the lights in my room clicked out. Mom and Dad had been every single day since I got here. Mom was hysteric at first and Dad was surprisingly calm, Sam talking them both through the story. I vaguely heard "Autobots" and "Bee" before the doctor had walked in.

"Doc! Is she okay?" Mom had been crying for a few long hours by then.

"She's making a remarkable recovery! We've never seen anyone recover so fast," he had poked and prodded at my arms and legs, "She will wake up in a few days and by then you can take her home. Mr. And Mrs. Witwicky, if you will come with me and I'll explain all the medicines and antibiotics she will need."

"Wait, you said she was making a remarkable recovery," I could just imagine Dad grabbing onto the doctor before he left.

"Yes, but we need to take precautions. We wouldn't want her weak immune system to get anything and... well, I think we all know what the result would be if that were to happen..."

I heard Dad gulp and Mom draw in a shaky breath then the heavy door slid closed. I heard Sam's footsteps and he sat down in the chair heavily. I could imagine him running a hand through his hair before leaning forward, "I'm so sorry, Jess. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have been the one to save Bee. I was to chicken to move but you are brave. You're strong. I know you can beat this. Just... can you do it a little faster?"

I heard a shaky laugh and I wanted to smile, I knew Sam was finally relaxing.

"You know... Bee's been a total mess. He's been wanting to see you and all. Ratchet says he could do something or other but it was risky. Bee didn't want to hear it," He laughed almost distantly, as if he were remembering the day (which he probably was), "Oh, and Bee has his voice back. Well, a little. Ratchet says he shouldn't over use it in fear of it breaking again."

So Bee has his voice huh? I wonder what it sounds like.

And that's what I had been wondering for the past few days. Would it be calm and smooth like Optimus' or gruff and intimidating like Ironhide's? Neither one sounded right with him. Neither did Ratchet's informative tone or Jazz's gangster one. I imagined him with a smooth voice, but an adolescent one. Like a guy in his early 20's. Like someone who was young but has seen a lot in their time. Like, well... Bee.

Okay, I know it doesn't make sense but it did in my head at the time! It's probably all the med's they gave me, though...

Today, I decided I had enough of waiting for my body to come to terms with my mind. I am waking up, damn it! My body was propped up in fears of me choking if I had puked or coughed, that much I knew. And by the soft daylight protruding through the window but the cool breeze following it made me know that it was early morning. Vegas was cold in the morning but hot during the day at this time of year so they usually drew a thin cover over the window to prevent me from getting to hot. I never heard the door open earlier but I felt a weight on my feet. It breathed steadily and I knew it was a person, and they were more than likely asleep. It was slightly heavier than Sam (he fell asleep on my feet more than once) and I knew they wouldn't allow Mom or Dad to stay. It's something about being parents and distressing patients or something.

Wanting to move a body part before opening my eyes, I decided to go with my hand. Comanding the fingers to move, I felt them twitch. A ghost of a smile graced my face as I did so with my other hand. Mobility in hands: check. I would move my feet but I didn't want to wake up whoever was down there. Breathing in a deep breath, I opened my eyes. It took them a minute or two to focus, but they eventually did. I was in a medium sized hospital room. There was no other bed in with me so I knew I was in one of the private rooms. There was a large cupboard across from my bed with a large flat screen and drawers. Next to it was a whiteboard that said "Witwicky, Jessica". There were columns on it and check marks, but I couldn't make out any of the words. It was probably my medicine. About 1o feet from my bed to the left was a door. It was cracked open and I saw that it was a bathroom, equipped with a toilet, shower with a seat, a sink, and a medium sized round mirror. Looking to my right, I almost gasped. I had the most beautiful view of the mountains at sunrise. They were painted purple and blue, the sky behind it a beautiful array of yellows, oranges, and reds. The clouds were a pretty salmon pink that faded into a dark blue underside. We never got this kind of sunrise back at home! I couldn't see the strip but I saw a few figures that looked like casinos. Before I could get a better look, the body at the foot of my bed shifted and my attention snapped back to them. Err- more like him.

He had his arms folded over my legs and his face buried deep into them, but I could barely make out a face. His blonde hair covered most of his forehead in a shaggy fashion. It looked unkempt and it ended at his ears, having a short cut underneath. There were two strips of black peeking out from underneath a layer of blonde on his bangs. Tilting my head to the side, I looked over the rest of him. He had a blanket on him, probably from a nurse, but I could make out a grey shirt that was sort of snug on him (he wasn't wimpy, I could tell that!) and black, sort of skinny jeans on. He had a chain that ran from the front pocket to his back and I could see a bit of a wallet peeking out. He shifted again and stretched his arms out, yawning. Raising an eyebrow, I leaned back and waited for him to notice anything different. He stretched his shoulders up and I saw that he was really fit, at least his arms were! Rubbing a palm into his right eye, he finally sat up straight. I could see his face now! He had a heart shaped face that sloped into high cheek bones. His nose wasn't to long or to short and it was just the right width. His lips were slightly full and his bottom lip looked like it was pulled into a pout. He was actually really cute. When he yawned, I saw a hint of a dimple on his cheek. Yep, definitely cute. And then he opened his eyes.

I was gone. He had the purest of blue eyes. It was those eyes most people wished they had. On the outside of the iris was this icy-white blue that faded into a deep royal blue around the pupil. They looked even more odd than mine. He blinked twice before yawning again. The right side of my mouth quirked up and I crossed my arms carefully to avoid pulling any I.V's.

"Have a nice sleep?" My voice was a bit hoarse but still there. Apparently he hadn't expected me to be awake. Want to know why I say that? He squeaked (yes, squeaked, and a really cute one at that. Wait-. Did I just-? Snap out of it, Jess! You just met him, and you don't even know his name yet!), jumped back in his seat, effectively throwing it off balance and he fell backwards. I winced and looked at him, or at least the bottom of the chair.

"Ow..." His voice was low but I heard it loud an clear. It was as clear as glass and as pure as river water (god, I sound like a love-struck stalker stalking her favorite celebrity, but that's how it sounded to me!)

"Are you alright?" I tried hiding my laughter as he got up and corrected the chair. He was tall! At least, taller than me and my brother! He sat back down in the chair and looked at me. I was immediately sucked into his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm fine. The question is: are you alright, Jess?" I smiled softly and nodded. The my eyebrows knitted together and I tilted my head to the side. He smiled (oh god I loved his smile!) and looked at me oddly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you know my name and I don't know yours," I said a-matter-of-factly. I uncrossed my arms and my hands fell into my lap. He scooted his chair closer to the head of the bed and placed a hand on my arm. It was relatively cold compared to my hot body.

"Yes, you do Jess. You just don't recognize me in this form," My eyebrows knitted together again, looking really hard at him. Shaking my head, he just smiled at me again. He leaned over the bed a little and pointed out the window. I followed his direction and saw a certain yellow Camaro parked directly in line of sight of my window. I gave a small smile at it and turned back to the guy and shook my head.

"I don't get it. What does Bee have to do with anything?" He chuckled and dropped his head before rubbing his eyes.

"Jeez, Jess, I didn't realize how... absentminded you could be-."

"Hey!" I interuppted. He shook his head and laughed at me, bringing his eyes back up to mine.

"Jess, I am Bee."

Huh?

I blinked several times, each time looking at him more and more. I drank in every feature of him. Reaching out with my arm without an I.V, he let me touch his face, his eyes closing. I shook my head.

"Impossible," I barely whispered but he heard me nonetheless. My hand rested on his cheek and his covered mine, the skin soft against mine, and his eyes opened to look straight into mine.

"It is me, Jess. Ratchet's been working on something called holoforms for a while now. He wanted it so that it's easier for us to interact with humans without, you know, freak them out," He gave me a small smile. I returned it with an amazed one. I opened my mouth once and closed it, then open it again.

"It's just..." I couldn't find the right word, "How?"

He removed my hand from his face but still kept ahold of it. He traced small patterns in my palm but kept his eyes on me.

"It was a risky chance. Ratchet knew that the only way the holoforms would be able to resemble us and operate like us was to take a small sliver of our spark."

I gasped. I didn't know much about how Autobot's worked, but I did know that if their Spark was extinguished, they were dead. Gone.

"But why would you do it?" I looked at him. For some odd reason, I believe every word he said. Maybe he really was Bee. Maybe that's why I was so comfortable around him.

"Because I wanted to see you. To make sure you were okay," He reached up and brushed a random hair from my face. It tingled where his fingers had contacted my skin. His hand trailed down to my cheek and the thumb rubbed the skin there affectionally, "To make sure you weren't..."

I looked at him and smiled a little, knowing what he meant. I leant into his palm, the skin feeling nice against mine, and closed my eyes.

"I don't know what I would've done if we had lost you. If I had lost you. I haven't known you for very long, Jess, but something in my Spark just compells me to stay with you. Be near you. To make sure you're safe at all costs. When Megatron threw you, I swear he had thrown my Spark with you. I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything to help you, to save you. If you hadn't survived, I don't think I would've been able to go on. It would've been all my fault," I could hear him to begin to choke. I opened my eyes and his head was down, one hand gripping the sides of his hair. Leaning forward and placing a finger under his chin, I forced him to look at me. His eyes held so much pain, so much despair, so much anger at him self. I shook my head and smiled sadly at him.

"Don't ever say that again, okay? I knew what I was doing. And I knew I was putting myself in danger, but I did it for you. I couldn't bear the thought of Megatron blasting you and never being able to see you again. Somehow, you managed to work your way into my heart, deeper than even my brother could've ever thought to reach," I saw a glimmer of a smile on his face, "So don't ever think that it was your fault. It was mine and I under took the consequences."

He laughed once and looked deeply into my eyes, reaching a hand up and cupping my cheek, "I'm just glad you're okay, Jess."

I don't think we realized how close we had gotten until our foreheads touched. My breathing hitched a little as I continued to stare into Bee's eyes. He leaned forward and our lips barely brushed by each other, a feather light touch that sent a thrill coursing through my veins. I wanted more. I put my hand on his neck and pressed, making his lips crash onto mine.

I have kissed plenty of boys in my time (most of them wanting to get into my pants, ew.) but none compared to this kiss. It was that kind of kiss you only see in movies. The one where fireworks exploded in your head and you began to get dizzy. That kind of kiss. I saw his eyes close just as mine did as well. Tilting my head to the side, our lips molded together perfectly. It was like they were made for each other. He pulled back all to soon though. Opening my eyes, I pouted. I knew my face was red, just as his was. He laughed and ran a finger up my cheek.

"I don't think your family will appreciate walking in here to see their daughter kissing some stranger," he winked. Rolling my eyes, I held back a blush that threatened to let itself be known. Somehow, every time he winked at me, he always managed to get me to blush, robot or not. Waving my hands at him, I looked at him.

"Well then, might as well get out of here, huh?" He shrugged and stood up. He made his way towards the door and there was something telling me to ask him to stay. Another part told me that it was for the best. He turned at the doorway, "Remember, if you ever need anything, I'm just a call away."

I laughed as I heard a car honk and turned back to the window, seeing the Camaro's lights turn on and off. Smiling, I nodded and turned back towards the door. He was gone. Shrugging, I reached for the remote to the t.v, flicking through the channels.

It was about 5:3o when Bee left and it was 6 when the doctor came in. He was happy to see that I was awake and said I could go home at 3. Nodding, I swallowed the pills he gave me and went back to watching Spongebob.

At about 1o, my parents walked in, talking to Sam and Mikaela. They didn't really notice me awake since their heads were turned but Mikaela surely noticed.

"JESS!" She threw herself at my bed and looped her arms around my neck, gripping tightly.

"Mikaela... arms... to... tight... can't... breathe!" She immediately dropped them and a blush marked her face.

"Heh, sorry Jess. I was just so worried!"

"We all were," Sam came up behind her and smiled, "Welcome back, sis. Good to see you awake."

I stretched out my arms, "It's good to be awake. Doc says I can go home when it's 3."

"Great! So then we can go home today!" Mom said cheerfully. She looked tired and worn but also happy. Her voice sounded a lot better now than when it did when I was first administered to the hospital. Dad placed a hand on my head and ruffled the hair there.

"Good to see you again, kid. Don't do that again!" I laughed and looked up at my Dad.

"I promise, I won't."

"Good, now, who wants food?" Dad pulled out a McDonalds bag from behind his back.

"Are you sure Jess can eat McDonalds?" Mom asked cautiously as Dad handed out the food to the three hungry teenagers.

"Yeah, she's fine to eat regular food. It's her immune system that's a bit weak, not her stomach," Mom's head swiveled to the door and nodded. The doctor came in, checked my I.V's and smiled at me.

"Looks like you can go out a bit earlier today, I know you're eager to get home," His eyes drifted over to my parents, "I just need you to check her out at the nurses desk and she will be free to leave when she wants too."

My parents looked at me and I nodded. I wanted to go home. They nodded and stood up, walking out with the doctor. I had never eaten a Big Mac, a large fry, and a cupcake so fast in my life! Not to mention the large coke. I was so hungry. I waited for Sam and Mikaela to finish while they conversed about stuff quietly. I looked out over the valley and my eyes drifted towards a certain yellow Camaro and my lips pulled into a smile. Hearing the door open, I turned back towards the nurse who came in. She pointed at Sam, "Out."

Sam protested but the nurse looked at him sternly, "Unless you want to see your sister naked, I suggest you get out."

Both me and Sam shivered and he hustled his way out. The nurse and Mikaela helped me back into my clothes (I was still shaky on my feet) and then into a wheel chair. It was standard procedures and I've never ridden in a wheel chair before! It was kind of fun. They began to wheel me to my parents car but I stopped them, pointing to Bee.

"I want to go with my brother," the nurse looked at my parents who nodded. He wheeled me over to Bee and I carefully climbed into the back seat. Lying down, I felt the seats depress a little and created a small divot, just enough for my body to sink into and feel like I was lying on a really soft and comfortable comforter. The seatbelt wrapped itself carefully around me and squeezed my torso softly. Smiling, I slowly and gently rubbed a hand up and down the back seat, kissing it softly.

"Thanks, Bee."

I heard Sam and Mikaela get into the car just as I heard the engine begin to purr. Mikaela looked back at me and smiled.

"You should get more rest. Even though you've been asleep for a while, you still need your energy to keep up with this boy right here," she shoved Sam playfully, my brother in return laughing and kissing her lightly before pulling out of the hospital parking lot. The seatbelt snugged up against my torso and I smiled, imagining that it was the other Bee's arms for now. It made me feel safe and at peace and eventually, between my brother and Mikaela's soft conversing and the soft music the radio played, sleep did find me.

A/N: Okay, so originally I wasn't going to put in Bee's holoform but I had gotten the idea and I had to put it to use! :) unfortunately, only one more chapter to this and this story will be done :'( i've had so much fun writing this and you guys are the best!

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