dThe day had soon come. The day of the party. And it was absolute madness. Because the two had reconciled their wrongs, mostly Sam, they had finished the few things needed before the party. And now that the entire base had heard of the event, as well as having been invited, they were all rushing through their work to get those three hours of fun. So both on the day and the day before, was hectic. The only one that wasn't rushing was Sam, having felt accomplished of everything he's done.

It was in the afternoon where everything needed, arrived. Tables, chairs, lights, etcetera. Of course Will had done the job of finishing his fair share of work and had rushed down to the largest room on base, either watching everything done by Sam or setting up a few of the equipment bought. A few of the Autobots came down to see the progress and had to say, they couldn't experience such a thing on Cybertron. It was all so different and new to them. They had parties, sure. But in human terms, most of them were mature and had attended 'balls'.

It was only a few hours left before the start of the party, but Sam felt as if it had already begun. All the soldiers and Autobots had begun to gather too early and it was getting harder and harder to micromanage the people from taking snacks and the Autobots from poking something and ruining it. He had to get everyone out, like, now. Luckily, a last resort was prepared. He ran past the crowds, that were scaringly beginning to form, to a small bag he left in the corner. From there on, he whipped out his secret weapons.

From the corner, he carefully maneuverer through the people to find the centre of the room, a small microphone prepared which was hooked up to an amplifier. A few of the people around saw him and his secret weapons in one hand, the other turning the mike on. He coughed to clear his voice and tapped on the mike quickly to grab everyone's attention before speaking.

"Everyone! Thank you for coming to the party and all," There was a round of cheers that cut him off. His voice returned to intercede the communication. "But one thing, you're all an hour early. So," He said, reaching his other hand up, he revealed the two weapons on hand. Both items worrying the room's population. One, being a dog whistle, while the other was an air horn.

During his time with the Autobots, he found that a dog whistle worked quite effectively on the Autobots as much as a blow horn to a human. How he knew and where he got the tools from? Well, Will gave the whistle to him as a precaution ever since Skids and Mudflap had gotten in their rooms before, and the other was bought from Leo when they decided to prank him on one study-night.

"Now," He started, pushing the dog whistle in between his lips while his finger held onto the air horn "if you all don't file out of the place in let's say… 5 seconds, I'll be forced to be use both."

The holoform of Autobots were the first to scamper out, even Optimus, knowing very much the sheer destructive force of one blow on the canine caller. The soldiers left behind started chorusing their 'boos', managing to tick the young Witwicky off. Raising the mike again.

"Five…" He spoke, a few of the soldiers now shutting up. "Four…" Many started running when he noticed the air horn reaching up to the mike. "Three…" The rest screaming to get out of the room before all hell is loose. "Two…" The crowd was rushing out the doors, careful of not leaving any sort of mess. "One…" The doors behind them were slammed shut as Sam was the only one left in the giant expanse of the room.

A small chuckle leaving him, he switched the mike off and placed it down, once more moving over to his bag to store the two tools. Then he took a moment to look around the room. A few Christmas trees with a heavy amount of presents under them were stationed at several points of the room, the largest one being in the centre. Off to one corner, a karaoke stage had been set, with a few seats and tables for those to sit and enjoy. The next corner, were fewer seats. But the fact that they had managed to grab a few couches out of nowhere and had placed them into the small corner with a huge plasma-screen TV made up for it. Under the TV, many consoles, speakers, hardware were set up, connected to the one large screen, all the necessary controllers, games, movies prepared. In between the two corners, tables of food, drinks, desserts were placed with plastic plates, cups and cutlery included. The opposite corner of the karaoke, an entire area was made for every kind of household game. Ranging from board games, to darts, to pool, it even had table tennis boards readied. For this, Sam and Will had to arrange small tables for each type of game. A few tables for board and card games, smaller amounts of pool tables, and a small area for everything else (including a game that Sam was going to enjoy watching the Autobots play). In the last corner, it was a literal dance floor. Top of the line stereos stationed in numerous amounts of walls, while a colour flashing dance-floor was put in under, the lights a bit dimmer in the corner to make it really look like a club. They even had the smallest bar, strictly serving only small amounts of beer and liquor. Wouldn't want anyone to be losing themselves in front of a hundred. Lastly were the five double doors separating the dance floor and the game area, allowing entrances and exits to the room from outside. Other than that, the entire room was filled with bright orange lights, decorative streamers and banners, and very bright Christmas trees.

Sam marvelled at the effort they pulled in together, pulling away when he heard a door open behind him. His eyes brightened at the sight of those entering.

"Wow, Sam! You've really worked yourself to the bone on this one!" Mikaela commented, Leo entering from the same door behind her with a small whistle of his own. The two had changed in the past three years. Like, a lot. Mikaela Banes was still holding her tom-boyish look with ripped jeans, leather jacket exposing her bosom which was covered by a white tank top. Down below, she wore her usual black boots. Her skin taking on a lighter colour while her hair was cut shorter and tied down by bandana. Leo now looked like an official business man. Sam has heard of some of his works in the program developing world. He now wore long and white, button-up shirt with a pair of black chinos and dark shoes. He now sported a darker skin colour with his hair combed over.

"Nice one bro! How'd you get everything in here?" The Spanish friend had questioned, poking his head in a few directions.

"Very easily, I'd have to say." Sam returned, coming up to the two as he gave them each a hug, ending it all with a group hug. "It's good to see you guys again."

Sam was grateful for having them come. He was a little frightened to ask them if they could come, but once he got over it, he was glad. They were the only true friends that he could speak without hiding too many secrets. Especially since they've gotten to know most of the Autobots themselves. But anyways, he just needed another reason to see them that wasn't the death of someone or it was the end of another battle. So he was quick to ask them if they could come when they had lived only a decent amount of hours away from the base. They thought they wouldn't fit in since they hadn't done anything in the latest war, but Sam argued that neither did he. At least this way, he'd have people around his age to talk with rather than stick with all the older men.

"You're welcome, Sam." The female replied, returning said hug.

"Wouldn't miss a meeting like this for the world." Leo stated. Sam and Mikaela laughed as they pulled away.

"Not when there are so many 'alien robots' around, huh?" Sam teased.

"Hey, I've made it pretty far into the world of programming, y'know?"

"As far as 'kitten calendars' go." The group laughed once more, as they went and found themselves a spot to talk for a moment. "So… how've you guys been?" Sam asked, generally interested in how his two best friends had been living ever since their experiences with the Autobots ended.

"Great! Like I said, found the perfect job for me online!" The other male started, Mikaela nodding to agree with Leo.

"Me too! Fixed up my dad and all the stuff he's done. Now he's back up on his feet and I'm working with him!" She stated, a pang of guilt coming when she remembered that she was talking in front of a now orphan. "Sorry…"

"It's nothing. Haven't heard back from Simmons in a while, Leo?"

"Wouldn't know man. Said he'd come, but I guess his work comes first. Oh, sorry we couldn't be there during Chicago." Leo apologised as well.

"No problem. Though, if you guys were, I don't think you'd have lasted long against the Decepticons… or Carly." The Witwicky gestured to Mikaela, chuckling as if a joke. The engineer giggled with a hand over her mouth.

"Well you don't have to worry then. I don't think she ever did like me in the first place. How is she, by the way?"

Sam tensed up this time, the other two noticing the silence to follow. They shared worried glances before the programmer spoke up. "You alright, bro?"

Sam snapped awake and returned to his senses. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. I guess I just forgot to told you… we broke up."

The news dropped hard on the two, but they didn't show too much of a reaction. Only sharing another worried look before speaking at the same time. "We're sorry…"

"Nah. You guys shouldn't be. It was me that she was done with. I thought that I could hold it together, but I guess she just didn't want me anymore." Sam said, his head looking a little down. He shook it away the next second before holding up a smile to them. "But don't worry. Since then, Optimus and the others had let me stay on base until I can pick myself up. At least, I hope that's all they're doing."

"What do you mean?" Mikaela question, leaning on her seat.

The young Witwicky thought for a moment. "Well, you know how they're overprotective. I just don't want to keep leeching off of them."

"I highly doubt they think that-"

"No. But I do."

A heavy air drifted on the three as their conversation drifted into silence for a minute. It wasn't long before Mikaela decided best to change the topic, and it probably was the best. "Well, that just means we'll have to find you a new partner then!" She said, standing up from her seat.

Sam stopped. Blinked. "What?"

Leo copied Sam's expression. "We are?"

"Look, if you don't want to feel like you're using them, then you pull yourself together with something else." The female explained.

"And your idea is to get me a date?"

"She has a point." Leo added, giving a low scowl from Samuel.

"So, let's start listing possible candidates." Mikaela dropped back down on her seat.

"Candidates?" They asked, earning the roll of her eyes to the oblivious males.

"Well think. There must be some types you're looking for." Sam felt a tingling on his spine that something horrible was come from this.

"Do I have to?"

"Why not? We got no better idea." The programmer said. Sam looked to the two with suspicious looks before giving in with a sigh, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, alright. I guess… I like someone honest, strong, and kind. Someone I can protect, or can protect me. Uhh, I guess someone that looks at least decent. And, it has to be someone I know as well, so no blind dates." Sam began listing, the two following along as they began counting down the people Sam knew. He continued ranting on for a few minutes, the number of people he knew dwindling. Old friends of Sam in high school and college. People they saw Sam speaking with before. It was a while before they finally had an image of who it was, the two friends of the Witwicky holding nervous expressions.

Sam noticed the silent and anxious looks and spoke up. "What? What is it?"

Leo gestured with his eyes that Mikaela should be the one to tell him. And so she reluctantly did. "Uh, Sam… I think we may have figured out who'd you like, but uhh…"

"… What?"

"Do you like other guys?" Leo jumped in, surprising the orphan.

"Uhh… I guess. I'm bi, so it shouldn't be a problem… right?"

"No, no! It's not a problem at all! It's just… what you just described was both Optimus and Bee."

For the third time, "What?" He replayed the description in his mind, finding that it was true. Being a pretty average person, he didn't know much people like that. So it was narrowed down to another race entirely. The two friends stared at him with questioning looks as if waiting for an explanation to come from the Witwicky. "C'mon you two! I can't believe you'd think that!"

"Well, you did say you were bi." The Spanish male defended.

"And we don't know much people you talk to." The engineer added.

"So you just assume I'd have a crush on the Autobot?!"

"Do you?" The two inquired in unison, now generally curious as to why Sam was so opposed to the idea.

"… No…" He responded, a dark blush filling his entire face.

"What was that pause?" Mikaela questioned, the discussion now becoming an interrogation pretty quickly.

"… Nothing…"

"You did it again, bro." Leo leant forward on his chair, suspicion in his eyes.

"…" The two continued their icy gazes as Sam broke under the pressure pretty quickly. "… So what if I do…?"

"Well, let's get something done first. Which one?" The female asks as Sam freezes up on the spot. This topic again. It feels like it was just a week ago that the Witwicky was mulling this over himself. Like last time, he was given with the same options.

Turning his head away to cover the blood rush to his head, he muttered just loud enough for them to hear. "… I like Optimus, but…"

"But…?" Leo dragged the word out in a questioning tone.

Sam rubbed the lower half of his face thinking on a way to explain it for moment. The next, he began to recount what had been happening since his arrival on base. The break-up, the nightmares, the fights, the arrival of the Lumos Aria, and the jealousy that festered within him. Which then led on to the depression and the second argument. One thing he did leave out was the deadlocked medical room. He knew that he could trust anything with the two of them, after everything they've been through and all. But they didn't need to know everything that's happened inside there.

"So you now have your best friend crushing on you while you like the big guy who already has someone else, right?" Leo summarised, Sam giving an unamused look.

"Thanks for making it sound better than it actually is."

"But that doesn't mean it's such a hard choice." Mikaela spoke up, once again getting confused looks from the males. "Seriously? It's not like you don't have a 1% chance of getting Optimus. And if Bee doesn't want you to pity him, then you should respect that."

"First off, can you not say 'getting' Optimus. Secondly, what do you expect me to do? Just walk up to the guy and ask him out? It's not all happy endings, 'Kaela."

"No, but you can at least try. Once in the past, it was a miracle that you and I would date-"

"Thanks…"

"Not the point. What I'm trying to say is, pull yourself another miracle."

Inhaling largely, Sam gave loud sigh. He couldn't exactly admit that they were right, but he couldn't say they were wrong either. Even he, at one point, thought it was impossible for him to hook up with the beauty before him now. And he still does. But, this situation is on a whole different scale compared to what it was five years ago. An entirely different race, the same gender, added with the fact that Optimus already has lover in his life. A much grander scale than just getting a car and a girl.

Slightly, he ducked his head and nodded. "Alright. I get it. I'll try-"

"No, you will." She interrupted once more. Sam gave in with another heave of air.

"Fine. But not now. I still have a few stuff to check over before the party begins. You guys don't mind…" The Witwicky stood up on his seat, the other two following right after.

"Giving you a hand? No problem." Leo agreed.

So the next two hours were busy running around the room to check that everything was in place and all of the equipment was working. Sam and Leo checking over most of the electrical appliances while Mikaela surveyed the food and decorations. Overall, nothing was out of place and was just about ready for everyone to come in. So the time had come and the doors were opened. They weren't surprise when they found that most of the soldiers and Autobots camping outside for the past hour.


The rest of the night, he was dragged around by mostly everyone. And during most of the night, Optimus had been following him around like a lost puppy. But he didn't mention it.

First was Bumblebee, who had wanted to show the giant bot-sized snowman he built while he had waited for the party, Skids and Mudflap showcasing theirs as well when Sam acted as the judge. Next he had enjoyed a few games of darts and pool with Ratchet and Ironhide, Leo managing to join them for a few games as well. After that, Jolt, Mirage and Arcee had a small competition just outside of the building, having a lap around the base on an icy field. It was quite amusing to find the red and blue Autobots slipping each turn while Arcee proceeded on with ease. The silver and grey twin presenting a few moves on the dance floor while Sam had merely joined and the other soldiers cheered- amazingly, Sunstreaker did well with his sibling. Sam tempted the Prime to dance as well, but was modestly refused. Right after all the sweat had been built up, Epps and Lennox had decided to treat the young Witwicky to a small game of FIFA on the large screen. Mikaela unexpectedly joined them, managing the surprising feat of winning with Sam. During the game, it was a surprise to find the mini-bots stepping out of their rooms for once. When they noticed Mikaela, they were jumping for joy and going with their usual and yet disturbing… antics

After all that, only three hours had past and there was still plenty time in the night to continue, but Samuel was famished. So the group decided then and there to grab a few plates of food and head to the dining hall, the only reasonably silent place to eat. The group was of nine and only included Sam, his two friends, Optimus, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet and the two soldiers from before. So when they arrived there, it wasn't long before they found a spot to sit and allowed the humans to eat. Sam found himself sandwiched between Bee and Optimus' holoforms, Mikaela, William and Robert on the other side.

Together, they ate while exchanging stories between each other. And Sam was having a slight difficulty handling his food while maintaining his conversations with less than two people. Each had what they wanted to say while he nodded and ate, throwing his own opinions during moments of swallowing and placing another piece into his mouth.

His attention drew to the blonde when a tap from his direction made him turn. He found the holoform was looking away, but his finger was quietly tapping on a napkin. Sam swallowed his food before playing along with the Autobot, pulling the piece of fabric away. Flipping it over in his hand, he guessed right to think there was something written on it.

'Look up.' Confused by the message, he did as read and gazed up. His eyes widened at what he found was dangling over him.

From the corner of the Prime's eye, he saw the teen look up as he did so as well. He discovered a bush of green ivies, tied together by a red ribbon had dangled over him and the human by a string. When looking back down, he was confused to see the young adult hiding his face in his hands while the tips of his ears grew red.

"Sam, is everything alright? What is that hovering above us?" Optimus asked innocently, only making the human groan before he reached a hand over to his right and punched the scout. Bee gave a hearty laugh, everyone else wondering what was wrong before they saw it as well. Their eyes glazed over the mistletoe as the humans doubled over on their seats, the Autobots bewildered, and Sam now groaning more. Optimus watched before he asked again. "Sam?"

"It's a mistletoe, Optimus."

The Prime went to work on the World Wide Web, searching the word up before a numerous amount of information appeared. Reading it, he found nothing interesting as of yet. Only simple details of its components. That was until the Witwicky whispered in his hands.

"Try the meaning behind a mistletoe."

And without question, he renewed his search entry. Again, much information was given as he read the first on given.

'Once an aphrodisiac for the Greeks, it is now used as a holiday tradition to exchange a kiss under one.'

Now he understood some of what is said except one part read. Deciding that it is better to ask, he turned to the still flushed Samuel. "What is a kiss?"

The ones who had just recovered from their earlier outburst were now wheezing. Lennox and Leo taking a spit-take of their drinks, luckily at no one in front of them. Ironhide and Ratchet palmed their heads while Bumblebee sprouted horns. Steam poured out of Sam's ears while a few called out from their seats, practically everyone in the group having their eyes land on the two. Things like 'Go on and tell 'im', 'Don't hold back now!', and even 'Might as well reach first base now!'. All of which turning the young adult beet red.

Sam could only be silent and slam his head on the table for a moment. Though he was worried, Optimus merely watched and waited for an explanation. The Witwicky then pulled his head up, took a deep breath before answering. "It's a human way of showing affection or care." Though was bright red, he answered calmly, choosing wisely not to go into full details. But of course, the leader pushed him into a corner.

"How?"

"Um… 'Kaela?" Sam went for plan B, pushing the question onto the nearest humans, which happened to be those in front of him.

"I wouldn't know." She lied, Sam silently cursing her.

"Will?"

"Uh-uh. I'm not kissing anybody other than my wife and daughter."

"Ditto." Epps added.

"Um… uhh…"

"Sam, why don't you demonstrate it?" The table went silent, the sound of a few cups and plates falling. For a moment, he thought the Prime was joking. Then he filed it down as a brain fart. Optimus was always serious. But was he really going to showcase on how to kiss to Orion Pax, otherwise known as Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots and is a super-intelligent being from another world. In front of everyone. He thought not.

"Sorry, no can do…" The table was silenced with a few 'aws' from the humans. Sam promised to remember to pay them back later who had been cheering before and laughing. Looking up again, he found the mistletoe was gone and the fun was over. He'd have to find out who had set up the darn thing as well. But he had pretty good guess who it was. For now, he sat up straight and resumed his meal like everyone else.

Fortunately, he did not meet the Prime's eyes. Seeing as the leader had missed out on another opportunity. But an opportunity for what, he wondered.


After dinner, the group decided to treat themselves to one movie to end the night for them. The rest were free to continue the party and were free to turn in at any time. So the previous group of nine, plus a few more Autobots joining, ventured to the rec-room. Deciding upon something calm and peaceful for the Christmas season, the group voted for the classic Polar Express. Once again, Sam sat between the Prime and the yellow Seeker, this time on the large couch with Bumblebee sitting on one armrest. They were poorly squashed at the end of the couch, forcing Sam to lean partially on both, not one of them minded.

The movie began and Sam watched in fascination as his childhood fell back to his mind. It was about halfway through the movie did he notice movement on his right, where Bee was sitting. But since it was a dimly lit room and it was such a small movement, he didn't think he had needed to look his way. Then he saw it again. Feeling it as well. A hand moved over his. Just as he was about to pull away, guessing the scout moved it by accident, his hand was grabbed silently. Turning his head only the slightest bit to look, he noted that Bee had his eyes on the movie, as if nothing had happened. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, Sam kept quiet and blushed silently. His blush could only intensify when Bee webbed his fingers with Sam's.

He was barely able to focus on the movie, now fearing that one of the others may spot the action. Every minute or so, he'd glance around to see if anyone had noticed. And each time, the fingers around his tightened. Luckily, nothing had been seen as they were all preoccupied by the movie.

His nerves begun to ease itself when twenty minutes had passed. But as fate would have it, he would always be given the short end of life. Once more, he found small movements; this time to his left. He had a growing anxiety when something had glided over the back of his right hand. Large, firm and warm. Figuring it was Optimus' finger, he hoped it was just a pure coincidence and/or an accident that they touched. But no. The finger traced up to a knuckle before pulling itself back to his wrist. It drew circles that were strangely arousing the young adult, making him blush harsher. Then the worst came. A palm lowered over his, the heat from the hand passed directly through to Sam. The hand turned his, interlacing their fingers with his one at a time. And for the second time that day, his head erupted into steam.

At first he was barely focusing on the move when the first hand had come, even though he had watched it many times in his childhood. Now, he was barely allowed a single thought other than the two hands that had held onto his. The warmth generated from the contact was only making his heart beat harder. One hand is that of the one he loves. The other is the hand of the one that loves him. It was ironic how it clearly portrayed the events of the past few weeks. Keep holding onto the one he loved, he soon forgets about the other. Try and love the one that loves him, the other hand tightens. He wished his life could only be so simple. But God always had other plans.

By the end of the movie, which he didn't realise that had soon arrived, his hands were released. But the warmth that remained behind followed. As people began to move, all chose to stay silent as a few had dozed off during the movie, choosing to sleep in their spots. He didn't know where they came from, but blankets were soon pulled out as they were draped over the unconscious. One on Ironhide and Ratchet, another on the green and orange twin, and two more on a couple soldiers including Robert. The rest silently exited the door, switching the TV off and easing the door to a close.

Once out, everyone gave their goodnights and thank you before beginning to split. Sam received in total four handshakes, three slaps on the shoulder and 2 hugs from his friends before they were led to guest rooms. While everyone began to file out, Sam noticed that he, Optimus and Bee were the only ones left. God, it could not have been more awkward. But he ignored it as he still had one thing left to do for the night.

He turned to Optimus when the Prime began whispering into his ear. "Sam, that favour you asked a few days ago?"

Sam bobbed his head. "Mmm. Just let me get something from my room first." Whilst he said that, Bee looked on from the side with suspicion.

The Witwicky started the route to his room, Optimus and Bee following behind. They had chosen to break the uncomfortable silence by asking questions they could on the movie. Sam had to reflect on the movie that he remembered in his head for the answers, wondering how the two were able to even remain focused on the movie whilst doing 'that'. Neither of them decided to bring it up, so that was a plus.

It wasn't long before they had reached Sam's room, Optimus being told to wait outside while he wished his best friend a 'goodnight'. They waited until Sam was inside before turning to each other, serious looks adorning their expressions. Optimus started. "Bumblebee, earlier you had sent a transmission that you had wanted to talk. Would you like to now?"

"Yes. And I only have one question, Optimus."

"Alright, but I'd like you to answer one of mine as well."

"Alright."

"During that incident I had offlined, why was I not informed that Sam had himself offlined?" The Prime inquired, still vastly furious that not a single Autobot had mentioned this to him.

"I don't know. I'm guessing a lot had happened during the time and we just simply forgot that you didn't know. We thought you had figured out somewhere along the way and just knew about it already. I guess, I just didn't want to be reminded that he had died that moment."

"… Fine." He wanted more of a reason, but he couldn't blame anyone if it was like the Seeker said. "Go on with your question."

Taking a breather, the scout started. "You know I see you as a brother, Optimus, so please answer this truthfully. Do you 'love' Sam?" He inquired. Optimus, being caught off guard as his face clearly showed it, waited a second before answering.

"Of course I do. He has saved our lives more than once at the risk of his-"

"You know that isn't what I'm asking. I'm asking if your spark pulses for him."

Optimus was left silent without a response. He didn't know how he felt. He's always assumed that his love would last as long as Elita's spark held life. But now that he couldn't feel the bond, he was feeling the sensation of a 'crush' all over again. This time with Samuel. He pondered the question for a while. During the movie, when he had pulled the young adult into a hand grip, as well as during that time in the dining hall, and that moment in the locked-room, he had surely felt his spark move for the human. But…

When the Prime didn't answer for a full minute, Bee spoke again. "Let me tell you something, Optimus. If you truly want things to happen between you and Sam, then go forward and tell him. But if you still insist that your spark is for Elita, then decide. Save him the pain of not knowing." The blonde said, dispersing his holoform a few seconds later.

Optimus stood there for the longest time, the words echoing inside him. 'Save him the pain of not knowing.'. The line seemed so familiar. He thought further back. Then a line his doctor had said clicked in his head. 'If my first theory proves to be true, and it does take time to rebuild a bond, can I ask if you truly want it? I mean, look at Sam.'. Though they're different in words, the same meaning was held behind them. Then he began to question if it was as they said, that he had feelings for the human. If someone had asked him that a few weeks ago, he would've denied it almost immediately. But now…

"… Orion?"

Optimus pulled out of his thoughts to the call of his name, turning to the door beside him that Sam had just exited out on. Something in particular held within his hands. Optimus observed the item for a moment before looking back up when Sam talked again. "Ready to go?"

"Of course. You didn't get to answer last time, but where is it you'd like to go?"

"Oh, um, can we get to… _ … please…?"

The mech questioned the location before it had hit him like Megatron to his processor. The item and the location, it was making a whole lot more sense now. Nervously, he asked. "… Sam, are you sure?"

"… Y-yeah. I mean, I hav-no… I need to."

"… As you wish."