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Bee managed to kill all the little Decepticon bastards. And destroy the lawn. And put a giant flaming hole in the side of the house. I faintly heard Judy run out of the house; when I looked at her, she had hit her head on her potted plants. I grimaced. Once those little bastards were dead, Bee looked down at us with a happy chirp.
"Get in the garage," Sam snapped.
"Bumblebee, get in the garage please," I said. I looked at Sam.
Bee gave chirping sounds, his arms at his side defeatedly.
"Just get in the garage," I begged.
"Holy mother!" Judy cried.
Bee waved at us dismissively before crawling back into the garage. I saw fire trucks coming up our driveway before I glared at Sam.
"Why are you mad at him?" I hissed.
Sam threw his hands in the air. "Look at what he did."
"I saw what he did," I snapped. "You called him out." I put my hands on my hips. I heard the sirens of police cars and saw them park around the house. I groaned. This was not the family reunion I had in mind. I started biting my thumb nail; the nervous habit resurfacing itself after such a long time.
Sam went inside as the firemen and policemen searched inside the house and around the outside. Ron and Judy tried explaining the situation as a 'house-related problem.'
"Desiree!" I saw Mikaela climb off a motorcycle and rush over to me. We hugged quickly before Mikaela looked at the damage. "What happened?"
"There was a sliver of the cube in Sam's jacket," I said quietly. "I touched it; it zapped me; it brought the kitchen to life."
"But..." She looked at the massive hole in the house.
"Bee took care of it," I grumbled.
When Sam cam rushing out, he handed Mikaela a vile. He whispered something to her; Judy stormed up to us.
"Sam Witwicky," she called. I tried backing off, but she took my hand and dragged me back.
"Yes Mom?" Sam said.
"Hi Mikaela," Judy greeted; Mikaela gave a smile and a nod. "I have a bald spot." Judy pulled some of her hair aside to show her. I shifted nervously where I stood; all the attention focused on the house...how could it be explained so simply? "When you go, he goes," Judy said to Sam and I. "I cannot live with a psychotic alien in my garage."
Ron rushed over and quieted Judy. Sam, Mikaela and I walked over to the garage. I wanted to tell Judy that Bee wasn't some 'psychotic alien,' he was a living creature and protected us from Decepticons. But I knew that arguing with Judy would get me nowhere. She was stubborn and whatever she believed to be true, there was no way to change her mind.
We all walked into the garage and saw Bee smacking his forehead.
"You know you're in trouble," Sam said. "Bee, I wanna talk to you about the college thing."
"I'm so excited! I just can't hide it!" his radio sang.
I looked at Sam with a slight frown.
"I'm not taking you with me," Sam said over the music. Bee looked at him, a pained expression on his face. My heart sunk.
"Sam," I whispered.
Mikaela went outside.
"Here's the thing, freshmen aren't allowed to have cars," Sam explained. "If it were up to me I'd take you with me. But it's not. Look, you're an Autobot; you shouldn't be living in my garage. You're suffocating in here."
Bee looked down sadly. I walked over and put a comforting hand on his leg. He chirped sadly.
"It's hard enough, don't make it harder." Sam reached up and lifted Bee's face to look at him. Since Bee was crouching in the garage, it was easy to reach his face. I gave Sam a disapproving look. He frowned at me. "Look, the guardian thing is done. OK? You did your job." I looked up at Bee with a sympathetic look. I had never seen him look so depressed. "I'm safe now. You need to be with Optimus Prime and the others."
"We could live on base together," I said reassuringly. Bee seemed to perk up a little at that. His hand came down and nudged me playfully. "It'll be fun."
"I just wanna be normal, Bee," Sam added. "That's why I'm going to college. I can't do that with you around."
Bee looked away from Sam, covering his eyes as he 'cried.'
"Hey, don't cry," I said. I looked at Sam sharply.
"It's not the last time I'm going to see you," Sam reassured. "You'll always be my first car."
Bee waved Sam away, looking away. I sighed and gave Bee's leg one last reassuring pat. I turned to leave, giving Sam a heated glare. After everything Bee had done for us, Sam was going to throw him away. I stepped out of the garage to see Mikaela in a strapless white dress holding flowers. My brows rose.
"Someone's looking fancy," I said with a smile.
Mikaela smiled. "Hopefully Sam gets the hint though."
I giggled. "He might."
Once everyone had calmed down, and Mikaela had left, we all loaded Sam's belongings into the family car and drove to his college. I had given Bee a hug before I left, telling him that he would always be welcome at base. He had given me an appreciative chirp.
Once we made it to Sam's college, I held one of Sam's boxes and followed him to his dorm.
"What you said to Bee back there was rude," I said. "You made him cry."
"Desiree, I've helped the Autobots already, they don't need me."
"You don't know that," I countered.
"And you do?" Sam said, exasperated.
"I've lived with them for two years, there's been more Decepticons around the globe," I said loud enough for only Sam to hear. "One of them had a warning."
"You went with them?" Sam stopped walking and looked at me.
"One mission," I said nonchalantly. "The Decepticon mentioned the Fallen. Remember that? Optimus does."
Sam shook his head and continued walking. As we walked into one of the dorms, a kid was putting a poster on the wall. Computers, monitors, all kinds of electronics were scattered around the dorm.
"Wow," I muttered.
"Hey," Sam said uncertainly.
The kid turned around and looked at us. I put the box down at the foot of the bed and backed up. I felt an ache in the back of my head.
"You must be Sam right? I'm Leo," he said. He looked at me and I stiffened. "Who're you?" His tone tried to go on a flirtatious sound, but made me feel uncomfortable.
"His sister," I said in a sharp tone. "I'll get the rest of your stuff, Sam."
Walking down the hall, I accidentally bumped into a blonde girl. She had an hourglass figure and eyes that were too observant; too calculating. I felt a warning bell go off in me and a very faint Energon Signature let me know she wasn't exactly human.
"Sorry," I said slowly.
"Don't worry about it." If you didn't listen carefully you wouldn't have heard the cold undertone of her voice. I felt her eyes following me down the hall. I wanted to tell Sam, but there was no telling how he would react. I decided to give Lennox a call when I had the chance.
