I'm glad to hear good things about the movie 'Bumblebee'. Well, I edited this chapter heavily after writing it because I finally figured out where I wanted this story to go. Honestly, I wasn't sure at first. I just enjoy writing young-Sam and about the language barrier.

I hope you enjoy the chapter. I don't own Transformers or any of the characters.

There was a terrifying moment of silence as Bumblebee and Dad stared at each other. I couldn't read either of their expressions; one because he was an alien robot whose facial structure I was not used to and the other because his expression was well hidden.

The first one to break the stillness was Bumblebee, who ducked his head and waved slightly. He had doors for wings while in his bipedal form, which were now twitching.

"Wow." Dad finally spoke. "Aliens. You're talking about aliens. Right, okay, that makes sense."

"You're not freaking out?" I was mildly surprised.

"No. No, this is alright." Dad exhaled sharply and came over to rub the top of my head with one hand. I ducked away and glared at him, looking back up to Bumblebee, then back to Dad when he spoke up again. "I mean, I knew they existed. I knew they were out there somewhere, I just never expected this."

"What?" I frowned in confusion. Bumblebee crouched down to communicate more comfortably with us, buzzing slightly to express his confusion.

Dad took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, Sam, what do you think I've been doing out here? Why do you think we moved all the way out here to begin with? I guess since you've met them now, one of them is right here, security doesn't matter much anymore."

I took a few steps away from him, toward Bumblebee, and laughed. "Wait, you mean you knew about them this whole time? As in, you knew that aliens were real? Specifically them? But… how?"

Dad gave a nervous look to Bumblebee. "Ah, well, that's complicated. You see, I'm not entirely sure how much I should tell you. You've met them, you know they exist, but I still work for a classified government organization. And you're an underage civilian. Right now, I'm really trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Let's see…" He looked back up to Bumblebee. "I should call in. I need to go call this in. But I guess I need more information. Sam, what exactly happened?"

I looked back to Bumblebee curiously, and he nodded encouragingly. He was sitting down where he was, crossing his legs and playing another clip. "It's story time! -you should tell it."

"Alright." I agreed, looking back to Dad. Bumblebee clearly made him uncomfortable, but I didn't want to go inside yet. There's no reason we can't have this conversation with him present. "So, ah, when you found me out in the woods, that was when their leader, Optimus Prime, landed here. He didn't know any English yet, so it was really hard to communicate with him. But after you locked me up in my room, he came back to find me. I let him into the garage so he had a place to stay overnight. He was there when you went to work, actually. I went to go meet him once you were gone, and he'd used Mom's stuff to learn English. Really well, too. He told me what was going on, they're looking for this cube-like thing, and then he left. But, well, these other guys, the Decepticons, showed up because they saw that Optimus had hung out with me for a little bit. They, the Decepticons, kidnapped me then. They wanted to use me to get to Optimus, I guess they really don't like him. Well, later on Optimus showed up and saved me, then he took me to meet the others, including Bumblebee. Ah, I got a broken rib and some weird acid something, but they fixed me up, and now Bumblebee's my guardian in case the Decepticons come after me again." I tried to sum it all up and probably spoke a little fast. One look to Bumblebee showed he agreed with my story. One look to Dad told me he was thinking hard.

"There are more of them? How many?"

"Ah…" I counted mentally. "Five? Yeah, five. Not including the Decepticons. I don't know how many of them there are, but at least two."

"Where are the others?" He was pulling his phone out.

"I don't know exactly. They went to go find some glasses that belonged to this guy a long time ago." I shrugged. "What are you doing?"

He was rather focused on his phone. "I'm calling the agency I work for. They're going to be very happy to hear all of this."

I suddenly got an uneasy feeling. "What agency? Come on, I already know them. Surely you can tell me now."

He ignored me, turning away and walking a few steps around us as he raised his phone up to his ear. I moved closer to Bumblebee again, not feeling very comfortable with where this was going.

Someone answered. "Tom, yeah. I know, but that's exactly what this is. This definitely couldn't wait-" He seemed to have been cut off. He stopped in his pacing, a grin spreading over his face. "Oh, I know. They're here, and I've got one at my house. Absolutely. I don't know about that, the only equipment I've got is for observation. No, no, only one. The others are on the road, apparently looking for something of Archibald's."

He was quiet for a long minute then. I really wished I could hear the other side of this conversation, though. I have no idea what's going on. I jumped clear out of my skin when a large metal hand appeared around me, pulling me backward toward my newest friend. I looked up to Bumblebee in curiosity, obliging by moving to stand right next to him. But he wasn't looking at me at all; he was watching my Dad with what was clearly a distrustful expression.

"What about my son?" Dad drew my attention again. Does this mean that Bumblebee can hear the other half? "Yeah, he was kidnapped by them once already. Now he's got one of these NBEs following him around. Can I tell him that? Clearance doesn't really mean a whole lot here, Tom. He's already met them."

There was another pause. I waited in anticipation, unsettled by the nervous humming Bumblebee was doing now.

"I see. Of course. I really don't want get my son caught up in this. He's only twelve, and he's already gotten hurt." The pause was much shorter this time. "Are you sure? Well, alright. I suppose. How long will it take for them to get here? Alright, thank you." He hung up.

"So?" I leaned forward. Bumblebee hummed again.

"I want you to get away from that, Sam. Go inside, wash up for dinner."

A chill shot through me. "Wait, what? You can't be serious. You still can't tell me what's going on? Who's coming here?"

Dad motioned to me. "Go inside, Samuel."

"I don't know about that – there's a hospital just down the way – I don't want to go!" Bumblebee insisted.

I looked up to him, then quickly back to Dad. "That's right. Ratchet fixed me up, but I should probably still go to the hospital and get my ribs looked at."

Dad scratched the side of his head, frowning. "Right. Of course. And I can't let this NBE out of my sight right now. Ah… are you sure it's broken? No, come on. Sam, get in the truck."

Bumblebee reached over to hover a hand around me again, to stop me from walking away. I understood the sentiment. "Dad, I don't think I should leave Bumblebee right now. Optimus said-"

"I don't care what these aliens have told you. You shouldn't trust them like this, and I need to drive you to the hospital. Come on." Dad insisted.

Bee hummed again. I looked up to him; his antennae were flat on his head and his door wings were lowered. I don't know what more he heard than I did, but suddenly I trusted him more than Dad. "Why doesn't Bumblebee drive us to the hospital?"

Dad sighed, rubbing his hands together and thinking. He was muttering something, and even though I couldn't hear very well, I could tell it was something about time. "You go with the alien to the hospital, I'll follow from behind in my truck. Don't pull any funny business, alright? I want my son in one piece."

He doesn't trust Bumblebee. I looked up to my guardian with an uneasy feeling. He stood back up and nodded in affirmative before stepping away to transform. I looked back over to Dad as he finally approached me. He gave me a hug.

"I'm so glad you're back, Sam. I was so worried about you. I'm sorry you had to get caught up in this, and I'll make sure you're alright."

I had another sense of déjà vu. He was reminding me of Optimus now, only, I don't think his 'caught up in this' is the exact same as the one Optimus had been talking about. "It's alright. Bumblebee can keep me safe." I tried to assure him.

Dad pulled away and held me at arm's length with a frown. "You can't trust these aliens, Sam. But, that's alright too. I've got some people coming now to take care of this too."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

The engine to the 'car' behind me flared to life and the passenger seat door popped open. We both looked back to him, and when I looked back to Dad, he was frowning. "I mean, I've got some friends who can handle the situation. Don't worry about anything, Sam. Sector Seven is going to take care of this."

I backed away from him, "We should get going. Ratchet wanted me to get to the hospital soon after we got back here."

He let me go, heading toward his truck. I slipped into the passenger seat of the yellow car, closing the door behind me and buckling in. "Could you hear the other side of that conversation? Do you know who Sector Seven is?"

He chirped in affirmation. "I've got a bad feeling about this – humans have an answer for everything – they don't like us much."

I tried to decipher what he was saying, and I hoped I was getting it wrong. "So, what? Sector Seven's the bad guys?"

"I don't know, never heard of it. -you can't fight what you can't see!" He played the clips smoothly together, starting back out the direction we'd come. "The man – on that phone – he wants me to – captured!" Now his clips are getting choppier, but the ones he'd chosen conveyed the same sense of alarm that I was feeling.

"Right. There's no way I can trust them. Whatever organization Dad's working for, I don't think they want to be friends with you guys."

"Gonna call in the cavalry!" He warned, before a clicking sound came from the radio consol. "Prime." This clip was a recording of one of the other Autobots, who I still didn't know well enough to identify which was which based off a single word.

"Bumblebee, has something gone wrong? Is Samuel alright?" This was Optimus's voice, coming out from the radio. I gasped with amazement and leaned in closer.

"No way, that's so cool." I marveled at it.

I heard a chuckle. "I'll take that as a yes. What's happened?"

"We've got company." Bumblebee played a quote from some movie ominously. I rolled my eyes, deciding to take this one.

"My dad wasn't surprised at all to meet Bumblebee. Apparently, he works for some government organization that knows about you guys already, and he's called to tell them about you all. Only, I don't think they want to be friends."

"Is this so? Do you know the organization's name? I find it highly unlikely that any humans before you could be so aware of our existence; we have not been here long. Unless…"

"Unless what?" I crossed my legs, looking in the rear-view mirror to Dad's truck as he caught up behind us.

"What is the organization's name?" He repeated.

"Uh, Sector Seven." I frowned.

"I can't say I do know it." Bumblebee added on. "But I heard what they said and – they don't like me much."

"As far as I'm aware, the only contact Earth has had with us has been through Megatron and Archibald Witwicky. Samuel, we spoke to you about the glasses already, but not about why. Many years ago, Archibald stumbled upon the leader of the Decepticons, frozen in the Arctic ice of your planet. Megatron was offline, but Archibald had accidentally accessed his navigations system. This was enough signal for us to read even from where we'd been, but it had been brief. This is what lead us to Earth, and ultimately, I believe that this signal had been strong enough to embed itself into something on Archibald's person. His glasses, most likely given the context." Optimus explained, and I think I understood. There were a lot of points that went over my head, but I get that Megatron was the enemy, Archibald found him, and there was a signal that a lot of people could read.

"Then, what does this mean?" I frowned.

"This means that anyone prior to you who might know of us could only know of us due to this interaction. A government organization who has found Megatron, frozen in the ice, is surely not a good sign. What are you two doing right now?"

"We're going to the hospital. For my ribs." I held a hand over them. I still can't slouch, so I sat up proper in the passenger side of the front seat. "And Dad's driving in his truck behind us."

"He called in back up – should get here while we're gone."

"You mean they're going to get here while I'm in the hospital?" I gasped, sitting up again. I flinched upon jostling my ribs around again, but ignored it. "No way, that can't happen."

"You better believe it."

"That can't happen. I don't know who this Sector Seven is, but they can't get you. We shouldn't go to the hospital if it's just a trap." I turned to look out the rear view mirror to Dad. He was following us rather closely. "We should just leave and meet back up with you guys, Optimus. They know about Archibald, so you should be careful. Have you figured out where those glasses are yet? We can meet you there!"

"No." Optimus shot down immediately. "We are searching for the glasses and the Allspark, Bumblebee is taking care of you. You need to go to the hospital; you aren't going to get more hurt."

"Come on." I objected. "I want to help! My dad works for these people, and now they're coming here to hurt Bumblebee. It's my fault. He's going to get attacked by some dumb government people because I had to go and get hurt." I was getting frustrated, trying hard to figure out what to do.

"And that's my fault." Optimus stated blatantly. "It isn't happening again. The Decepticons could be anywhere. They're likely still watching you two, and they're likely watching us. I can't afford to take any chances right now, let alone endangering a human child. Trust Bumblebee, he can handle the situation. I thank you for warning us about this 'Sector Seven', and as soon as we have a lead, I'll contact you once more."

"Everything will be alright." Bumblebee played part of a song. "Trust me!"

"I do trust you." I sighed, wrapping my arms around myself and glancing nervously through the mirror to the truck behind us.

"Keep me updated, Bumblebee. We've located the glasses and will be closing in on the location soon. Hopefully, we won't have to interfere with any more lives. I'll inform Ratchet that you two are soon to arrive at the hospital."

A clicking sound came from the radio similar to before Optimus's voice came out of it. I huffed and sat back, a bad feeling settling somewhere in my stomach. It was a twenty-minute drive to the hospital, and the rest of it was made in relative silence. However, as we entered the more concentrated part of town near the hospital, Bumblebee broke the silence.

"It's a cop – not the police! – the enemy."

"Wait, what?" I looked out the windows, searching for whatever vehicle he was talking about.

"Behind us. – no lights –"

I turned in my seat to look back again. This time, I looked past Dad's truck and saw a cop car in the other lane. The lights weren't on, but he was keeping pace with us. "That's not the police?"

"I bet my life on it."

"Is it… is it a Decepticon then?" I stared with wide eyes.

"Affirmative."

Shoot! Oh, no. Oh, no. This is bad. "What are we going to do?"

"YOU – going to the hospital." The first word was someone shouting. I looked forward to see we were pulling into the hospital grounds now. "I'll take care of this."

"But I want to help." I objected. Sector Seven could show up at any moment, and now the Decepticons are here. Neither of the two I'd met before were black and white like a cop car, so this is a third one. Which means the other two are still out there somewhere. Maybe they followed the others, maybe they're this guy's back up. I don't know, but I don't want Bumblebee getting into trouble because I had to go to the hospital.

We went right up to the doors and he opened the passenger side up. Dad went toward the parking lot, but since his truck was so big, it was easy to keep an eye on.

"What are you going to do?" I demanded, not getting out yet.

"Don't worry about me – I'll see you on the other side!"

"Are you sure? I mean, don't let those Sector Seven guys get you, okay? Please." I gripped the seat belt.

"You're a good kid – I've got a few tricks up my sleeve – feel better, alright?"

I hesitated, looking over to the parking lot. Dad was walking this direction. "Alright." I got out and walked around to the sidewalk. Once I was out of the way and the people that had just left were across the street, he pulled forward and started driving away. I watched him go, looking around nervously for that 'cop car' and anything that looked like a suspicious government vehicle. I didn't see any of them.

"Sam." A hand fell on my shoulder. I jumped a mile, looking up to my Dad. "Where's that alien going?"

"He isn't going far." I don't know if that was a lie or not. "One of the Decepticons, their enemies, started following us on our way here."

"So, he's coming back?"

I nodded, no longer able to see my new friend anymore. I have a really bad feeling about this.

A moment of silence later before he started to usher me toward the doors. "Come on, son. Let's get you checked out."

So were you expecting that? Sam's dad - who you can think of as Ron if you want or as a completely different person - works for S7! For any clarification, also, Archibald is not related to Sam in this story. So there is no 'Archibald Witwicky' and Sam definitely doesn't have the glasses.

I enjoy using out of context audio clips for Bumblebee. Most of the time, I write something that could be a quote from any generic song, movie, or radio show, so don't look too much into it. Sometimes, though, I will slip in a quote from something specifically. I don't think there were any here, but just a heads up.

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