Music filled the house of the Witwicky's. Effy's fingers moved with great dexterity, fingers rapidly slamming on piano keys to create triads with the left hand, bass line in the right. Ravel's Piano Concerto in G major was the hardest piece she had ever encountered, throughout her 9 years of playing the piano. In her head, she imagined an oboe's three-note scale before embarking on her rapid ascending scale.

Unbeknownst to her, her father had been watching her, not far behind her. He checked his watch; it was 10:00 PM. Ron had come to convince her to go to bed, but she looked so content playing. With a smile, he went upstairs to rest.

Effy finished, playing the final four chords of the Presto. She yawned and cracked each of her knuckles, knowing well that her mother would have scolded her for it. She looked at the time; she had been practicing for about two hours now.

"Hey! That's my car!"

Effy turned around to see Sam frantically stumbling down the stairs, already out of breath. "Dad, call the cops!" Sam left and slammed the front door, leaving Effy with her mouth hanging open in surprise and utter confusion.

"What the… what is that kid doing?!" Ron was standing on the lowest step, scratching his scalp and just wanting to go to bed.

Effy blinked twice, and without a second thought, decided to go after her brother.

"Effy?!" was all she heard behind her as she kicked up the kickstand of her bike and pedaled fast, towards Sam.

She looked ahead of Sam to see a familiar yellow Camaro, with an apparent lack of a driver. Or was there a driver? It was too dark to tell. Effy pedaled faster, catching up with Sam and looking at him for an explanation.

Sam shot Effy a crazy look, holding his phone next to his ear. "Hello?! 911? My car was stolen! I'm following it right now! I need all units, the whole squadron! No, don't ask me questions, okay? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!" He shoved his phone into his pocket.

They arrived at what appeared to be a construction site, both siblings panting and sweaty. No sign of Sam's car.

"We should split up, cover more ground that way," Sam told Effy, trying to catch his breath. She nodded, making her way to the other side of the construction site.

Using her phone as a flashlight, she explored the area. Still nothing. She couldn't hear a thing. Maybe she went the wrong way? Effy sighed. This wasn't how she wanted to spend her Saturday night; looking for a junky car that wasn't even hers. And now she might even be lost. She ran a hand through her hair, stopping to scan the area. All she saw were sheets of metal, the moon reflecting off of them, and many shadows.

Suddenly, there was a beam of light coming from what seemed to be the middle of the construction site. Her eyes followed the beam upwards, her eyebrows knitting in confusion as she saw what it led to; a symbol projected in the sky. It resembled an angular, human face.

Effy back looked down at her phone, which now had a black screen. Crap, she thought. How was she going to find her way back?

A police siren whooped behind her and she jumped, nearly having a heart attack. Out of instinct, she raised her hands.

She turned around and saw the police car, which had her brother in the back seat, looking very disgruntled.

Ron had picked the siblings up from the police station. It was now 11:30 PM. It was uncomfortably silent in the car.

Effy looked out of the window to avoid her dad's glare in the rear-view mirror.

"Dad, I swear! My car is alive! I had proof!" Sam pleaded.

"Just stop, I have no idea what you're talking about. Your car was in the garage when I left," Ron waved him off, then looked at Effy in the rear-view again. "And what about you?! Clearly, you're not going to explain yourself. I'm just so disappointed. You were supposed to be in bed, not practicing, and not getting involved in your brother's antics. I thought you were better than this," he gestured to Sam.

"Hey!" Sam complained.

Effy looked at her father, anger followed by hurt flashing in her pale, blue eyes. Suddenly Ron felt bad. He was just exhausted. He didn't mean to take it out on her. The rest of the ride remained silent.

They arrived at their home.

"Wait, hon," Ron tried to stop Effy to apologize but she was already halfway out of the car, followed by Sam.

"I'm really sorry, Eff, I didn't mean to get you in trouble," Sam put a hand on her shoulder. She only gave him a sad smile in return.

After she saw Sam go upstairs, she decided to go into the garage and check on the yellow Camaro. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Around a car. What am I thinking? Sam probably saw a car that was the same model and freaked out. It's not like this car is haunted or anything, Effy shook her head.

She opened the back seat door and slid inside, sitting down in the leather seat. She sighed and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. At least it's warm in here, she thought.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure next to her.

Panic settled in and she scooted away as fast as she could, reaching for the door handle and opening her mouth to scream. A hand flew over her mouth.

"Wait! Please! I won't hurt you, I promise! I'm so sorry!"

Her heart thrumming in her chest, she used all the will she had to frantically examine the figure.

It was a boy. He looked not much older than her, maybe the same age as her brother. He had golden blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. They looked like the sky. By what she could see in the dark, he looked sort of muscular. Well, more muscular than Sam, anyway, she thought to herself. She blinked at him.

"My name is Bumblebee. I'm here to protect your brother. He has something very important. Something a friend of mine wants," He tried to explain, slowly releasing his hand from her mouth. She raised an eyebrow at him, still confused and nervous.

"This is going to sound insane, but you have got to trust me. If I was here to hurt you and your family, something would have already happened," He said slowly, looking over her face to search for any signs of distress.

Effy thought on this for a moment, audibly gulping and slowly nodding her head, as if to ask him to elaborate.

"I'm basically an alien. One of the Autobots, the good aliens. We are here to protect the humans and the Allspark from the Decepticons, our enemies. Now, your brother has something that would give us a clue to where it may be. The Allspark, I mean. It's what created us," Bumblebee explained. Effy nodded her head, trying to comprehend what he's telling her.

It became silent and awkward for a moment. Bumblebee coughed.

"... So, you don't talk much, huh?" He asked.

Effy only looked at him.

"It's okay, I kind of know how you feel," he sighed.

Effy tilted her head to the side a little, silently asking him what he meant.

"This isn't my true form," Bumblebee explained awkwardly. "You see, I'm actually a giant robot. This car is my alt form. What you're seeing and hearing right now is my holoform. It's mainly used to not alarm people when we're driving, but I like using it because I can talk freely in it, though it does require more Energon," he then paused and sighed. "When I'm in my biped or alt form, I have to use the radio to talk. You see, my voice processor was broken during a battle."

Effy gave Bumblebee a soft look, sympathizing with him.

For the next couple of hours, Bumblebee did most of the talking.

Well, he did all of the talking.

He told her the history of the Cybertonians, the formation of Cybertron, Primus, how he fought alongside humans in World War II, stories from his childhood, and more. Effy listened intently the whole time, looking at him in wonder or amusement depending on the story.

"... So then he told me that I had an attitude problem and had to learn respect. You know what I did? I hid his favorite wrench," Bumblebee chuckled, fond of the memory with Ratchet.

He then glanced over at Effy, who was now sprawled across the car seat. She had fallen asleep.

Bumblebee looked around the car for anything he could cover her with. He found a sweater of Sam's on the floor of the passenger seat and gently laid it over her, so as to not wake her up.

His holoform disappeared in sparks as he commenced a recharge.