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Transformers aren't mine.
Thanks - to my wonderful beta that helped me EnglishEnigma.

I wake up with my face pressed against the mattress with sheets intertwined around my legs as I drowsily try to reach for Bee's body that should be next to me ... should be, yeah ... but he's not there and I jump as I quickly turn toward Bee' side noticing that he's not lying there ... next to me ... near me ... with me.

"He left me," I scream inside my mind as I whimper in pain hastily throwing away sheets and covers. "He left me," I whisper while getting up not without a bit of difficulty with my swollen belly. "He ... he-," I cry as fresh tears start to slide down my cheeks. "Bee," I cry getting up naked while staggering on my feet. "I didn't want ... I didn't want to-" I pant as a wave of nausea makes me throw up on the floor.

I crash down ... weak, while hiccupping Bee's name over and over ... and I can't stop crying because what will I do if I'm really pregnant? And I rock back and forth as I whimper while my hand caresses my stomach ... I'm pregnant, I keep repeating over and over as my fingers dig into my skin ... as I cry out ... mouth wide open in a silent gasp as I can't seem to breath normally ... my Bee ... my Bee is gone. I reach for his yellow hoodie lying on the floor and I push it against my chest.

"He left me ... he ... Bee," I whimper while my shaky hand is holding Bee's hoodie tight and then ... and then, in a blur of things spinning, I feel strong arms encircle my body lifting me up ... and my body ... my body is pressed against his ... as he whispers that everything is ok and that he's there.

I keep crying and hiccuping as he makes me lie on the bed and I watch him silently kneel to wipe up the mess that I made. My eyes won't let him go out of sight as he walks inside the bathroom then returns with a glass of water.

"Here, drink some water," he says while handing me a big glass of water. I take it while still shivering and trying to regain my breath and he smiles holding the glass for me ... letting me sip some water while caressing my forehead.

"If every time that I go downstairs to make you breakfast you do this ... well, officially I'm going to give up cooking food for you," he says sitting next to me and I chuckle softly.

"I thought ... I though that you-," I start to say but he put his large hand over my mouth while shaking his head.

"No, Sam. I'm not going to leave you," he simply says taking his hand away from my lips. "You know ... you know that I'm your guardian ... and now ... now more." I nod while covering my naked body with a sheet.

"But after ... after last night," I whimper staring down at my swollen belly. "Oh, Bee, how could this happen?" I cry softly and he shrugs.

"I don't know, Sam."

"What?" I exclaim. "You just don't know ... only that ... your only reply is that you don't know?" He chews his bottom lip looking at me with huge eyes.

"Should I invent some strange story?"

"No, you ... you are a robot ... so ... so you should know ... you ... you should be more intelligent than me," I explain.

"I don't know, Sam," he repeats sounding annoyed. "Really, Sam. I don't know how this could happen ... I ... you ... what we did maybe-,"

"Males can't get pregnant!" I remind him slapping his shoulder.

"Ouch!" he yells gazing at me menacingly. "Oh, Sam. Look, I don't know how this could happen really ... believe me."

"Stupid robot!" I hiss getting up. "You are so taking me to Ratchet!"

"No no no, Sam!" he jumps off the bed following me inside the bathroom. "No Ratchet."

"So scan me ... look at me, do something, you stupid Camaro!" I yell starting the shower. "You got me pregnant."

"Why you are blaming me?" he barks shutting off the shower.

"Because I only had sex with you!" I hiss slapping his hand away and starting the shower again.

"Oh, so because you had sex with me ... you got pregnant!" he says going to shut off the shower again.

"You should use a condom!" I yell pushing him away.

"Condom ... what?" he asks in disbelief.

"Oh fuck, forget it!" I cry out pushing him out of the bathroom while trying to close the door but quickly he kicks it open.

"Hey, Sam," he calls me catching me by an arm. "Hey, Sam, look at me!" he yells while I try to get free from his hold.

"Fuck you!" I spit out kicking him. "You got me pregnant ... you ... how could you do this to me ... why didn't you tell me that you could get me pregnant," I cry out kicking him again ... but he suddenly snaps slamming me against cold tiles ... pinning me against it with his heavy body ... as his arctic eyes won't leave mine while harshly breathing against my face.

"You ... you are hurting me," I cry with white knuckes pushing against his chest ... trying to free myself.

"Listen to me, Sam ... fuck, look at me!" he yells and I think that I'm choking.

"I didn't know that I could get you pregnant and honestly I don't know how this could happen ... but ... but for now I'm not going to take you to Ratchet," he slowly says then he steps back letting me go as I slowly slide down on the floor.

"What ... what'll we do?" I whimper looking up at him but he remains in silence just staring at the wall ... unblinking.

"Bee?" I call him. And then he shakes his head.

"I was scanning the web searching for an answer."

"And ... Bee?"

"What do you know about pregnancy tests?" he asks kneeling in front of me.

"Do you want ... do you want me to do one of those," I say licking my dry lips and he nods grabbing my arms and making me stand up.

"Yeah."

I nod sniffing and he kisses me cupping my face between his hands.

"I'm sorry to have hurt you," he whispers kissing my chin and neck. "I ... I didn't want to."

I nod. "It's ok, Bee."

He sighs walking outside the bathroom while muttering something in his own language.

We decide to just walk and not use the car as we head toward the drug store to buy a pregnancy test. I'm behind him while chewing some chocolate biscuits.

"Why don't you want to take me to Ratchet?" I ask.

"Think about it, Sam ... what would happen if the other Autobots knew about your pregnancy," he says turning toward me.

"I don't know, Bee," I shrug while pushing another biscuit inside my mouth.

"Optimus Prime told me to be your guardian ... your guardian not your lover!" he points out.

"Oh, so that it's," I grin. "You are scared of what Optimus Prime and the gang would think about you." He raises an eyebrow just staring at me in disbelief.

"You aren't?"

"No," I only reply while crunching another biscuit. He sighs.

"You are much too young to understand."

"Oh, oh, look at the old man!" I chuckle pushing him. "Yeah, sorry Mr Bumblebee."

"Optimus Prime thinks that it's impossible for a robot to fall in love with a human."

"Or maybe he just doesn't want to," I add stopping in front of the drug store. "Ok, Bee, go inside and buy one ... no better two packs of pregnancy tests," I say pushing him inside.

"You are not coming with me?" he asks suddenly afraid while looking around and I shake my head not believing that he's a giant robot and a soldier.

"Ok, Bee, I'm coming with you," I sigh pushing him inside, "but you'll buy them." He nods.

"There!" I whisper pushing him toward the counter where a woman is writing down something.

"Ehmmm, excuse me," he whispers leaning close to the woman that now is fixing him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hello, dear," she smiles and I sigh rolling my eyes up as I slam my foot on his to make him talk ... he just turns to glare at me.

"Ehhhhhhh ... yeah, I would like ... can you ... you give me two pregnancy tests?" he stutters and I didn't know that giant robots could stutter. She shifts her eyes to me while shaking her head and turns to open a drawer taking out two packages. "Here, boy," she smiles then writes down a number on one of the boxes.

"You are really brave in helping your little brother," she says, "but maybe he needs some extra help so if you want he can call this number ... they know how to help young teenage fathers." I blush staring down while Bee just stares at her in disbelief ... trying to understand what she's saying but before he can ask something I slam my money on the counter grabbing the bag and push him outside the drug store.

"What ... what was that?" he asks while I lead him outside.

"She thought that you were my big brother buying the pregnancy tests for me ... that I got someone pregnant!" I groan and he starts to laugh hard ... and he's contagious making me laugh, too, for the whole walk home.

"Ok, you ... you know how to use these things?" he asks once we arrive at home and I'm about to reply when I see a shadow moving inside the kitchen.

"Fuck!" I hiss pushing him away from the entrance making him stumble against a chair. "That's my mom."

"Sam!" he yells as I quickly open the glass door throwing him outside.

"There's my mom, you stupid!" I hiss while keeping an eye on her. "She can't see you." He opens his mouth like for to say something.

"No, Bee, we have to use the back door," I whisper going out while grabbing him by his hand to lead him behind the house. "She can't see me either ... she thinks that I'm at school," I say once we get to my room while I lock the door.

"So, what now?" he asks going to sit on the bed.

"Ok, I'm going to do them," I sigh walking inside the bathroom.

"Do you want me?"

"No, Bee ... I ... I prefer to be alone," I reply as I stare down at the two boxes then I kick the door shut.

"Fuck!" I breath out leaning against the door. "I can't believe that I'm doing this."

As I start to read the instructions I think that maybe ... maybe I'm not pregnant ... after all I'm a male so, yeah, it's pretty impossible for me to get pregnant ... but then ... then, he's an alien ... no, I'm not pregnant ... I can't have a baby, now ... I'm still too young ... he's an alien ... he's an alien and I'm carrying his son ... an alien from space.

I really don't know how long I remain there ... sat on the floor with tears sliding down my flushed cheeks ... just staring at the tiles as I'm holding both the sticks ... revealing ... both that I'm positive ... I'm pregnant and really I would just like to react or say something ... maybe scream my agony in knowing that I'm carring a baby inside me ... his son ... I'm gonna be a mom ... he's gonna be a father ... I'm gonna be like Ashley ... a teenage mom ... so young ... how could it happen? How did he get me pregnant? I sniff as I stare again at the two sticks then I decide to get up and open the door ... he raises his face and looks at me and, yeah ... he knows ... his eyes widen and he knows that he's a father ... he got me pregnant ... my guardian got me pregnant. I whimper throwing the two sticks against him.

"Fuck you, Bee!" I yell with tears in my eyes. "You got me pregnant." He remains in silence just staring at the two sticks.

"I know," he simply says ... and then he gives me this kind of look like he's asking me to forgive him ... or just to pretend that it wasn't his fault ... but then ... then if you look closer ... if you stop to think a moment about this crazy situation you can't blame him ... no you can't blame him because I'm sure that he didn't plan this ... he didn't plan to get me pregnant.

If only ... if only I would calm down and stop screaming at him that I hate him for what he did ... if I would only give heed to my thoughts ... to my little voice telling me that no he didn't want to get me pregnant ... he loves me enough to not expose me to any crazyness. But ... who knows ... who knows what I'm thinking while I yell that it was his fault ... that I don't want him to touch me anymore ... that I hate him while pushing him away as he tries to reach for me ... as he tries to stop me and I can sense ... yeah, I can sense that he doesn't know how to stop my fury ... and he's a robot and strong enough to slap me senseless ... putting an end to my madness but he's there unblinking and unmoving as I yell out, eating him alive ... as he stares at me and ... and you can see that kind of electric light fade ... as he stares at me ... you can see him defeated.

"Sam," he whispers as I walk outside in the garden ... walking to just get away from him.

"Sam," he calls me and he runs after me making to grabbing my arm.

"Leave me because enough is enough!" I yell slapping his hand away. "Look at me, Bee. I'm pregnant." He doesn't let me go.

"We ... we can work something out."

"And tell me, what do you have in mind?" I bark and he remains in silence. "Look at me, Bee. In a few months I will not be able to hide my pregnancy anymore and then what should I do ... I'm a male ... a male and I'm pregnant with your son ... your son ... an alien!"

"And because he's my son, please, let me take care of you," he begs and really he shouldn't ... him a giant robot that can crush me ... beg ... beg to not let me go ... beg to stay with me ... I'm carrying his son.

"Leave me alone," I hiss.

"Hey, Sam. Do you think that this is freaking good news for me?" he snaps. "No. Because I don't know how it happened and I don't know what to do and since I came alive I never felt such impotence ... not knowing where to slam my head ... you know, it would be much better for me to confront an army of Decepticons!" This time is my turn to remain in silence ... I never see him so angry. "You are carrying my son and fuck you when you tell me that it's my fault because it's not ... because until now I didn't know how a fucking girl could get pregnant!"

"Now you know!"

"Yeah, I fucking know it, now!"

"You should know ... you that go around declaring to be a superior race!"

"We never said that, Sam!" he yells, "and here you are talking when last night ... last night you knew ... eh, Sam? You knew before me what was going on ... ah! Still trying to blame me."

"Yeah, I started to guess that something was going on in me," I admit, "but only few days ago."

"And what? I bet that you were waiting the right time for to tell me that I was going to be a daddy!" he barks wildly.

"What do you want Bumblebee? I was scared and it wasn't simple to say that I was pregnant!" I reply back.

"You left me wondering everytime that I heard that fucking sound ... that fucking intereference and it was my son ... you knew that it was my son!" he hisses and I'm sure that in a few seconds he will transform into his robot form and crush me.

"You are the one yelling at me but hey, Sammy, you fooled me in a smooth way!" he barks and then he just cut himself off ... disappering inside his Camaro.

"Fuck you, Bee!" I yell. "Yeah, go to hide in that fucking ugly Camaro," and with that I run away.

I don't know how far I run but my lungs are burning as I slow down ... as the autumn wind makes me shiver but I don't want to go back home ... face him ... Bee ... and I'm pregnant ... I can't seem to stop to repeating it over and over as absently I caress my swollen belly. I sigh wiping away my tears as I keep walking, not knowing where I'm going or where I am and I'm tired ... then I see a little garden with swings and I go to sit there ... on one of them, starting to swing slowly as I stare down lost in my thoughts. Then I see a little pastel roll toward my feet as I keep swinging ... I lean forward for to pick it up. "Wax pastel." I smile rolling it between my fingers.

"You can keep it if you want," a tiny voice tells me and I turn to see a little boy no more than six years sitting on a swing next to mine.

"No, it's yours," I reply handling it to him. He smiles.

"You can keep it because I have many of them."

I chuckle nodding. "Yeah, I will keep it," I say while staring at the yellow pastel.

"I like yellow," the boy tells me while starting to swing a bit.

"Me, too," I reply smelling the waxy odour mixed with something sweet.

"Did you see that yellow car?" he asks leaning toward me. "That shiny car that sometimes I see around."

"Oh, yes," I nod.

"It's beautiful!" he grins "Because it's yellow," he then rush to add and I can't resist in smiling too because I know that that Camaro makes turns many heads.

"And then the boy ... uhmmm ... Bee is so funny he always makes me fly," he chuckles as I stare at him in wonder. "He lifts me up and throws me ... making me fly."

"Do ... do you know the boy who drives the yellow car?" He nods pushing a candy inside his mouth.

"Yeah Bee."

"Oh!" I exclaim wondering why Bee didn't ever tell me about this little boy.

"Now, I have to go," he smiles jumping off the swing and rushing toward his mom who is calling him ... and ... and suddenly I miss him ... my Bee. I look at the yellow pastel and I chuckle softly as an image of Bee playing around with that boy pops in my mind.

"He makes him fly," I say standing up. "Hey, little one, your dad will make you fly too," I find myself whispering while caressing my stomach through the jacket.

"You found my little secret," I hear someone say.

"What?" I ask turning and looking at Bee walking toward me ... the father of my child ... what's next ... what made possible for me to have a child ... to get pregnant ... Sammy, he's the future ... he's a new progeny ... you need him ... not now, Sammy ... not now ... you need him ... look through his arctic eyes and you'll see the future ... he came from beyond ... he was lost but you gave him a home, Sammy ... and through your body ... your love he declared his new home ... he made you his ... he brought you a future.

"That boy ... Stan," he replies going to sit to the swing next to mine. I nod.

"Why you didn't talk about him?"

He shrugs. "I didn't think that it was important," he says starting to swing. "I met him one day that you were gone with Mikaela and I didn't know what to do."

"I came here and I started to swing a bit on these swings ... he came and showed me a drawing," he explains, "then he told me that he liked my car and since then he's been my friend."

"Your friend?" I chuckle as he nods. "He's only six year old."

"Yeah, I like kids," he tells me, "and I love these swings!" he laughs speeding up his swings. I shake my head as I see my giant robot just swing back and forth on a little swing ... then he throws me a chocolate bar and I raise my eyes to look at him asking what it is.

"Chocolate ... you know that sugary stuff that you always seem to crave," he replies and then he turns toward me. "I love you, Sam, and I'm sorry for how I yelled at you."

I sigh looking intently at him. "I'm pregnant, Bee," I remaind him.

"I know," he says, "but you have me ... we will think of something ... I love you, Sam, no matter what ... I love you so much. Please, don't leave me."

"I'm scared, Bee," I admit getting up and going to hug him. "I love you, too." He smiles caressing my head.

"I'm with you, Sam ... you are carrying our son ... I ... I never thought about that ... about becoming a father ... you made it possible ... I don't know how but you made it possible for me to become a father."

I sniff kissing him "take me home, Bee." He nods liftling me up and carrying me toward his car as I lie between his strong arms feeling protected and safe.

"How did you find me?" I ask once we arrived at home.

"Simple, I used my radar," he replies going to close the door of my room.

"You can't seem able to leave me for ten seconds," I say crashing on the bed.

"Yes, because I swore to protect you."

"And what if you fail, Optimus Prime will punish you?" I tease him.

"I will be damned for eternity," he says and it's enough ... yeah, it's enough because I shiver ... because I can read the distress in his stormy eyes ... he will not ever forgive himself if he loses me. "And now ... now there's more ... there's our son," he quietly says walking toward me. "No matter what, you'll be my city that I will have to defend ... I will drown in my own blood to keep you and our son safe and sound."

"You don't have blood," I remind him trying to make him laugh but I fail as he cups my face.

"I will even repudiate my own race ... I will even repudiate Optimus Prime ... if ... if I have to."

"Oh god, Bee," I whisper. "Shhhh ... don't say that." He nods.

"Nobody but you, Sam ... it's been like this since I knew you ... since Prime ordered me to be your guardian."

"You crazy Camaro," I chuckle.

"You gave me so much, Sam ... and you still don't know," he says kissing me. "When I thought that I was a mere soldier ... that I would always walk in a land that wasn't my own ... you gave me home, Sam." I caress his face while tears slide down my cheeks.

"Shhhh ... Bee. Shhh, love."

"And now look ... now that I thought that everything was gone ... burnt and dusty. That our race was gone with the Allspark ... look, Sam, you gave to me another chance," he smiles as his large hands caress my stomach. And I nod.

"What we'll do, Bee?" I whimper. "It's not normal for a boy to get pregnant." He kneels in front of me.

"Just stay with me, Sam."

5 Months Earlier

"Sam!" Bee hisses trying to grab one of my arms. I chuckle turning to stick my tongue out at him as I run to keep him behind me. "Sam!"

"I never knew a giant robot as scared as you!" I laugh as my naked feet enjoy the feeling of fresh and humid grass.

"Oh fuck, Sam!" he hisses climbing a white fence. "Come back here, Sam, now!"

"Oh, Bee, it will be funny come on," I say rushing toward a big swimming pool, "and today it's really hot and sticky!"

"But it's not yours," he points out stoping next to me and I smile because now his eyes are all taken by the pool as he leaves my arm that he was holding a moment ago. "What ... what's that?" he asks kneeling while reaching with his fingers for the smooth and crystalline light blue water.

"It's a swimming pool," I reply.

"Oh," he smiles getting up while staring at his wet fingers.

"No, don't lick them!" I yell slapping his fingers away from his lips.

"I wanted to know what that was," he tells me.

"It's water, Bee, but with chlorine," I explain to him. He nods sniffing his fingers.

"Yeah, but it's still not yours ... this pool."

"Mr Peters is away on vacation," I reply taking the chance and jumping into the pool.

"Sam!" Bee yells looking around as his antennae bristle to scan around the neighborhood.

"Come on, Bee, jump!" I call him.

"I don't know," he says while chewing his bottom lip.

"Bumblebee!" I yell and he sighs jumping into the pool.

"You see ... it was pretty simple," I say once he surfaces next to me ... as stars are watching us in this summer night ... where the whole neighborhood is sleeping and everything is still and quite because we are the only two people awake at 3.00 am. I watch him swim a bit.

"Hey, Bee. I didn't know that you were able to swim," I say and he laughs.

"Eh, Sammy, you don't know many things about me ... I'm a mysterious guy," he chuckles as we start to wrestle a bit with me laughing hard as he tickles me.

"Stop that, Bee!" I laugh.

"Big robots like big pools," he laughs as I try to kick him but he's much stronger than me.

"During the whole time after the battle ... where I stayed ... you know, our camp base that the government gave us ... well, during the time that Ratchet was reparing me I read so much on your race," he explains. "Then Ratchet taught me how to use my holo – form."

"I missed you, Bee," I admit going to put my arms around his neck, "and now that you also have a holo - form it's going to be cool because we will be able to do many things together."

"Yeah, many things," he smiles kissing me.

"Many things," I repeat slowly as I let him kiss again this time more deeply ... offering myself to him ... my tongue and mouth as he sucks at it ... as his large hand cups my head ... forcing me to deepen the kiss ... to give up ... to give in to him.

"Hmmmm, you showed me something cool," he smiles licking his wet lips, "now it's my turn to show you something that you'll like for sure!" We get out of the pool as water drips down our bodies.

"What?" I ask curiosity taking over me.

"You'll see, Sam," he grins as he takes my hand in his leading me out of Peters' garden. Warm night air dances over my skin as I follow him ... my naked feet now dirty with grass and mold, and crickets sing their song hiding somewhere. And then I take a breath in surprise as we enter another garden and in front of me there's this beautiful giant plant of roses that makes the air smell of something sweet and decadent.

"Is it too romantic?"

"No, it's perfect Bee," I smile. "So, I wasn't the only one studying the other gardens."

"Nope," he laughs and I throw down the towel that I was carrying. We lie there with me resting my head on his chest as I intently listen to his stories ... how his planet was ... as we stare at the starry sky.

"Should be there," he points, "no, maybe there." I laugh.

"Ok, I believe you, Bee," he laughs too.

"Fuck, I don't remember."

"It's ok, Bee," I reassure him and he grins lazily.

"Kiss me," I ask roughly, and he does that as he rolls me under him ... as his heavy body moves over mine ... towering over mine ... as my hands slide up and down his shoulder blades ... feeling how they move under my fingers ... his tongue pushs against mine ... his saliva mixing with mine as he wants more ... as I want more and his nails dig into the ground ... grass staining the tips green as he devours my mouth as I spread my legs open wanting more ... making him know that I want more ... all of him ... what he has to offer ... his love and total devotion toward me ... only me.

Nobody ever wanted me in this way ... almost sacred ... nobody needed me in such a way ... it's intense and never ending as you seem to want more and after all this time that he was away from me ... after ... after the war.

"I want you," I whisper against his lips wet with saliva ... as I allow his body to slide between my legs ... my spread legs for him. His hand pulls down my swimsuit as he keeps kissing me ... wet kisses and languid movements as we lie there on a towel ... under a big bush of roses.

"Hmmmm ... fuck me," I beg as his fingers push past my tight hole making me spasm and groan half in pain and half in pleasure.

"So much ... so much time that I stayed away," he breathes out as his fingers don't stop sliding in and out of me ... making me relax ... making me give up ... stretching my muscles. I reach for his cock starting to stroke it slowly.

"Fuck me," I hiss in pleasure as he takes out his fingers licking them as I stare at him, taken by the sight. I scratch his back as he enters me.

"Sam," he calls me over and over as his pelvis slams against my ass cheeks and my fingers dig into his flesh. I close my eyes enjoying this connection ... this closeness ... this private moment ... his heavy body over mine ... his harsh breath against my neck as he fucks me ... and I don't know but there's something more ... something that I can't focus on ... like a sensation ... a feeling but as soon as I notice it ... it's gone ... and I don't care because he's driving me crazy and this is our second time that we're making love ... since he returned ... since he learned how to use his holo - form.

I moan as he goes faster and harder and I know ... I can sense my orgasm rushing toward me as his hands won't leave my body ... as he devours my mouth not seeming to be able to just stop kissing me ... and really it's quite fast but burning the way that I come ... spurting my come against my stomach and his ... and really I don't know but it's a strange orgasm ... it's deeper and that sensation is there again, only now it seems like filled ... like satisfied. He tears his mouth off mine and hisses something that I can't understand as he comes ... hot cum rushing inside me as he slows down his pushes as he shakes his head ... his antennae like he's feeling ... hearing something.

"Sam?" he only says ... maybe much more ... like a question but I shush him with a kiss.

Today.

Bee walked toward Ironhide.

"Hey, Hide, where's Ratchet?" Ironhide raises his optics toward his yellow friend.

"Uh, oh. Bumblebee came to visit his ol' gang ... Rat should be inside the warehouse." Bumblebee nods walking past him.

"Don't stare too much at your toys."

"Would you like to taste them, huh Bee?" Ironhide laughs. "My weapons are more perfect than yours."

"Oh, yes. I know," he replies entering inside the warehouse.

"Rat?" he calls but he quickly notices that nobody is inside ... he's just ready to walk away when something catches his blue optics.

"What ..." he leans down toward a large metallic table where some books are lying.

"Pregnancy books," he whisperes staring at them ... "what the-," but his words die in his mouth as something hits him.