Firstly, I'm sorry for updating this one without updating the other two remaining, Sam 'All Spark' Witwicky and After Cybertron, but I'm honestly stuck on those. Mostly the latter. So honestly, I would appreciate it if someone helped harness some extra plot bunnies. Just an idea or two, I may not even use them. But in the past, it's gotten me to rethink what I was going to write and I had changed my original thoughts. So maybe it can give me some original thoughts.

But anyways, on with the story! Hope you like it. =.)

I found Bee was in our quarters when I reached the room, as I had thought. But he hadn't realized I had entered until I stood on the ledge above where he sat and spoke.

"I'm surprised," he jumped slightly and turned to look up slightly at me, "you're only now realizing I'm here. I know we're at the base and all and that we have no need to worry about getting attacked, unless you count the twins, but I'm surprised you have your scanners completely off line." for he would have sensed my entrance even if he were using his scanners as lightly as possible, being who I am.

"I hadn't expected you to be finished so soon. I take it he took it well, or he passed out and is currently on his way to the human medics?" He asked, offering me a hand. I climbed on and he sat me on his knee, I took it we weren't needed anywhere quite yet.

"Oh, he took it real well. I actually think he's going to realize what I just told him in the middle of something in about an hour and his real reaction will set in." I leaned back, reminded again of a time I sat here before all this had started. Looking back, my first thought was before all this chaos, but that's not what it is. Its more, excitement. And only amongst the Autobots and me. The humans of NEST have no different feeling of what's going on than all that time ago during the sparing war. Was it really that long ago, or does it just seem like a long time?

"Well, let's hope he's not going to be doing something important when it does sink in." he mused. "And let's hope he doesn't express his, reaction, out loud." I nodded, wondering silently what his reaction will be. Will it be much the same, because he does know the Autobots enough to know the extent of what they mean by it is they want to keep me with them longer? And that the feeling is mutual between them and me. But I do worry he starts to think irrationally and start to get the same conclusion the suits would most definitely get. That everything the Autobots have previously said, for over two years now, was a lie and that they really did think nothing more of humans than what the link means.

"I just thought of something." I turned my head suddenly to look up at him.

"What? Why do I get the feeling whatever it is, it's not a thing?"

"Well, it kind of isn't. How are we going to tell my parents? Something tells me that we'd all be better off if they find out either before everyone else, or before everyone else tells them." He frowned, he knew my parents. He knew how my mom, especially, will probably react.

"I think it best if you change that 'we' to-" he began, but I glared at him. If I had to tell Will of the link, no matter how painless it was, I am not going to tell my parents of my being an Autobot alone. Not happening. "Alright. Point taken." he gave in.

"Yeah, you will be there." I threatened, turning my head back to the front and leaning back again. He shifted his hand back over my front to match my new position. "But what of my original question? How are we going to tell them? And should it be before or after we tell the majority of NEST?"

"Well, if we tell them before, then it's going to have to be over the phone or, no, over the phone." he was about to say on the internet, but my parents are technologically disabled. They can't use much else than a cell phone. They do use the internet, who doesn't, but I don't think they quite have the 'communicating' part down. "And if we tell them after, we're either going to get back to your house within the hour, not going to happen, or end up calling them anyways." he's right. Too many NEST members have my parents' numbers.

I sighed, over the phone it is.

"Are you ready?" he suddenly asked. It only took a split second to realize what he meant. Well, it's now or never. Especially since I'm not having second thoughts, so there really is no reason to delay.

I glanced up at him and nodded, looking forward again. "Yeah, alright." he hesitated then shifted his hand.

After a moment, I could feel the link forming. And within seconds, I could sense his emotions, slightly worried and anticipated, and I could find the actual link between his spark and my heart. I can tell why they say it's the strongest, for it was relatively short and I could, in a sense, reach through it. The link was obviously originating from his side, as expected from anyone with common sense, and kind of wrapped around my own heart.

It is all hard to explain, but I can say for the few seconds it took for the link to form, and perhaps a second more, it did give off the feeling of what one would think it would, given its reputation. Loss of free will and other things signifying the 'pet' part. But as soon as it was finished, he let those parts go and the only two ways I could even tell the link was there were the foreign emotions mixed with my own, and the link allowing access to each other's life force.

His worry grew slightly, and I realized he was waiting for a reaction. I would think the lack of my changing position, tensing, or leaning away even in the slightest would tell him my view hasn't changed. I was just as relaxed as I was before.

Yet I shifted and looked up at him, at the same time trying to show in the link I still wished my side wide open. "When do we see the others?" I asked. He smiled and the worry vanished.

"Soon. They are, of course, ready. But it was difficult finding a time when we all," by 'we all' he meant everyone that was needed, "Could slip from the humans' radar undetected. Getting the suspicious won't help anything." I nodded, understanding this.

"And by soon, I'm guessing you mean enough time to call my parents?" He got a bit amused.

"Unfortunately, yes. I do think it's for the best if we contact them before." I frowned, wondering how we're going to tell them. Especially over the phone.

I suddenly sensed a familiar aura approaching the room and I brought my gift from the lowest of power I would use up so I could figure out who it was.

Mikayla.

The only thing that kept me from getting too worried about what she could possibly want was sensing a kind of smudge between his spark and my heart. There was a kind of thin line, like a rope, between our life forces that was made up of both our auras. And in his actual aura, there was a bit of mine, and vice versa.

But even though I had this to keep my mood from getting too out of hand, he had sensed the spike of worry and ach from Mikayla's arrival.

"What's wrong?" he asked quickly.

"Mikayla's here." I said quietly. Why is she here? She's been avoiding me since our confrontation in the mess hall. And, I admit, I've been glad of her absence. I didn't know if I could handle talking to her when I knew she thought all of that of me. Bumblebee took advantage of the newly-formed link and sent me comfort as I subconsciously huddled farther back. I only realized my reaction when his hand shifted above my front to hold me where I was a bit tighter, but only in reaction to mine.

I could tell Bee was scanning out to see if she was coming, for she was still too far to hear her approach.

"She's alone." he noted.

"But why is she here? What else does she want from me?" I wondered.

"Nothing. She isn't taking anything else." he grew slightly angry. "She better have a good reason to see you. Especially seeking you out when you're with Me." he threatened. I ignored it.

"Do you think she's found out already?" I asked quietly. He glanced down.

"I'm sure that if she's already aware that you are going to join us, she would confront you when it happens. I don't see her being too happy being alone with you after that either. And I know she knows better than to yell at you with me around." I could now hear her foot steps and I retracted my energy field I had out, keeping track of the slowly approaching, kind and simple, aura coming from my ex. Taking in her aura reminded me of the times that's all I concentrated on. Before all this started and I only had a crush on her to the times I loved her and she me.

Whatever had driven her to confront Bee and I alone, it can't be good.

"Of knowledge remaining and broken shards of the past, nothing will be as it once was." You probably don't care, but this phrase just popped into my head while I was eating (the only time I'm not either reading or writing). I'm not quite sure if it's something I've heard before or just a result of my mind that's always thinking up plots mixed with the word choice of the era the book I'm currently reading takes place. Either way, I'm getting spooked because this isn't the first time. I remember once before I thought up, "Ignore the voice of reason, do what feels right."

I tried to make the making of the link a 'not a big deal' because right now is supposed to be the lull, or when everything is calm before war begins again. And the link will have it's time to be center of things later, probably. Well, I can't actually guarantee this, but it's a most-likely-guess.

R&R