A/N: Well, guys, honestly, I got a little tired of this story before I finished it. As it would be wrong to just leave it sitting there half-finished, I have lived up to my responsibilities as an author and properly concluded it. But…I went ahead and jumped over the next couple hours in the story. Nothing much happened, really…

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Gold light shone down on Bumblebee from all directions, and his own metallic body reflected it back into the eyes of the humans around him, who were already overwhelmed with his presence in one of the holiest places of Earth. Bumblebee, however, was not here for the religious appreciation, even as he studied the intricate set of tapestries before him depicting the lives of Saint Peter and Saint Paul in richly colored forms.

"This is beautiful", Bumblebee radioed to Sunstreaker, who was waiting outside in car form, as there was no way for the building to accommodate his robot form. Bumblebee had only learned ten minutes ago that this was the reason his presence had been so adamantly requested, Sunstreaker desired to see the interior so much that he was using Bumblebee's scout methods to see for him, and as he could not wait a second more for a more traditional playback that Bumblebee usually does, they had actually arranged a wireless configuration allowing Sunstreaker to see from Bumblebee's eyes. The disadvantages were that Sunstreaker was effectively blind himself now, and it used a lot more energy on Bumblebee's side, which was a precious resource. But Bumblebee's eager-to-please attitude combined with Sunstreaker's persuasive ego made this a logical action.

"Look up", Sunstreaker radioed back.

Bumblebee obliged. 68 feet above him more rich colors formed several scenes of humans, some clothed and some naked, in all kinds of poses. Bumblebee had not yet been to a museum on Earth, the closest he had seen to "art" would be ads in magazines Spike and Carly sometimes left. Even Jazz, with all his interest in Earth Culture, had only studied the audio part of it and might not yet even realize there was a visual part. The art displays on Cybertron, such as Sunstreaker at one time contributed too, were more abstract art, shapes that created meaning through apparent random intersection with each other, the only time transformers and their world were depicted were in science and history graphics or star maps.

"Can you zoom in?", Sunstreaker asked anxiously.

"Where?"

"In the right corner. I want to study how he drew on the curves while keeping the perspectives all equal from below. That's really amazing."

Bumblebee zoomed in on a corner in the right side. He realized too late it was a scene of a man holding down another man (both fully clothed) raising a sword up high, apparently about to decapitate him. This gruesomeness didn't seem to fit in with the surrounding pictures of people reading in thrones and standing around naked. It was rather disturbing, but he wasn't going to pull away now and irritate Sunstreaker in mid-study.

"I guess they've had a long war here too", Bumblebee remarked to Sunstreaker after a minute.

"I wonder why they don't run around naked all the time", Sunstreaker remarked, "I mean, all the fabric must weigh them down, and it doesn't offer much protection."

"We'll have to ask Spike", Bumblebee replied.

"Can you slowly scan the whole thing?", Sunstreaker inquired.

"How slowly?"

"Let's plan on being here a few hundred astro-minutes".

"Alright", Bumblebee agreed wearily. Sure he found the art interesting but…a few hundred astro-minutes of slow scanning? Sunstreaker better remember this.

Needless to say, not much happened for the next few hundred astro-minutes. Finally they reached the last corner, and Sunstreaker had his fill of fine art.

"Okay, let's go", he declared abruptly.

"Are you sure? There's art all over the place here, we've only seen the ceiling."

"That's all I wanted to see."

"Sure. Okay."

They broke off their connection and shortly Bumblebee emerged into the bright sunlight outside, walked though the Vatican City to where Sunstreaker had been allowed to park, and joined him. Together they drove off.

They mostly drove in silence, but about halfway back, Sunstreaker surprised Bumblebee with a simple word.

"Thanks."