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"'Bee's Radio."

"Talking."

"Thoughts."

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Bumblebee handed Aubrey to me giving her and me chaste kisses on our foreheads. It was either to calm me down or distract me. Either way, it didn't work. "No." 'Bee's holoform disintegrated, his bipedal mode transforming behind the agent of Sector 8.

"I'm sorry ma'am but—"

"Sorry my ass! You're not taking my children!" I hissed, clutching the little bundles loser to my body, while trying not to hurt them with too much pressure.

"You don't have a choice."

I halted at the man's words, glaring fiercely and hoping it'd burn a hole in his balding head.

"As you all may not know, my name is Agent Phil Braxton of Sector 8. No I'm not talking about the Sector 8 of Housing under the U. S. Government branch. My sector is much like Sector 7 except we focus more on interrelations between humans and aliens. We dig deep down in the details of alien life forms much more than out brother sector. A few days ago we got word of relations developing between one of your Autobots and a human. Then we heard said human had become pregnant. With that, we came right over," he clapped his hands and smirked. It dropped when my love stalked over crouching slightly in front of me, growling.

"You can't have them."

"I won't hesitate to use force," Agent Phil warned. Ironhide snarls at him.

"I have a much greater force that'll burn y' to fucking pieces." His metal hands ground themselves into fist, causing them to scrape harshly together as the room filled with more black suits armed with something that reminded me of a price scanner.

Phil shook his head in a 'tsk-ing' manner. "Do that and you'll be hit with one of these bad boys," he threatened and gestured to the handheld price scanner guns in the backup suits' hands. "This is the state of the art handheld rail gun. Outputs more than 20,000 voltages of electricity, which is enough to take down one of your bots for at least five minutes."

In a flurry of activity, four men approached swiftly snatching Jacob and Aubrey away making the cry from the distress. I bellowed at them feeling myself being cradled by my arms and feet by the other two. "No!" 'Bee's voice was loud with ire. Growling and snarling he charged after us smacking—and stepping on some humans in his way. Before he could reach the door of the makeshift hospital room, Optimus' hand stopped him in his tracks. Bumblebee grumbled thrashing against the hold of Optimus and now Ratchet.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as they carried me throughout the threshold of the NEST Base. I was struggling, trying to get to my newborn children as they wailed. I felt...I felt utterly helpless not being able to defend them. Me. Their own mother. Heavy footfalls thundered across the desert floor behind us and they forced us onto their mode of transportation: a helicopter. I craned my neck around in the opposite direction. My boyfriend reared back an elbow, knocking Ironhide away from him. 'Bee charged, full blown sprinting and arms pumping, towards the 'copter. Ironhide, Sunny, and Sides all bolted after him.

"Bumblebee." Each on of them all shouted various nicknames of the yellow and black striped Autobot. He paid no mind. His eyes narrowed dangerously. They blazed with a blue fire and darkened with—it was an emotion I'd seen nice before mixed with a darker one. Hatred, pure rage, primal instinct, and anguish and something much darker mixed together behind his yellow shield helm. He roared a snarl again, not really making any coherent sentences anymore. "Stop!"

'Bee ignored them, transforming his arms into cannons; they whirred to life, glowing a bright cyan. A humming sound made me tear my gaze away from 'Bee's rampage. A screech tore it way through my throat once again as I noticed one of Phil's black suits had the hand rail gun being powered up. I wretched my body out of my captors' grasp trying to throw myself at the man holding the gun. They restrained me much harder than before, applying a pressure that hurt. I ignored the pain, forcing myself to focus on 'Bee. The blacksuit guy clicked off the safety switch and fired. He flinched back at the jolt of the blast. The bolt of electricity shot forth and fused into 'Bee's body. His body surged and jerked jittery with blue sparks. The momentum of his speed and the abrupt stop caused his body to keel over. The ground rumbled as his body made contact. My breath caught in my throat, a sob threatening to erupt. His eyes flickered slightly still boring painstakingly into my before they flickered out. A wail pierced the air around me. I realized it came from me. My hand brought itself up to my mouth where sobs forced themselves out.

"'Bee!" I screeched, launching myself out the helicopter. "Bumblebee!" I kept yelling his name and thrashed when they tackled me to the sandy ground. "Let me go! You bastard! You fucking fraggin' bastard! Why would you do that? You killed him! You killed the love of my life!" I bellowed at the guy and struck my heel out, knocking him unconscious. Agent Phil grabbed my feet.

"Your robot isn't dead."

"he has a name you dolt! It's Bumblebee," I croaked.

"Whatever the hell it is, isn't dead. It's merely asleep for the time being," he tried to reassure me as the air transportation took flight.

"You didn't have to hurt him," I yelled back.

"He armed himself—"

"You kidnapped his girlfriend and his newborn babies. If anyone should be hurt, it's you."

"We'll see who gets hurt once we get back to H. Q. doll face. Well once we do some tests on your intergalactic sex relations with the alien."

I whimpered feeling my emotions crush my mental stability. "Bumblebee."

A/N: I promise the next few chappies will get better. Maybe the next five or six? And then DOTM will commence in my story! This story is long from finished.

Review. Sporky's not ready to come back out yet. Too much sadness in these chapters.

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-Squid:)