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Transformers aren't mine.
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I'm walking quickly ... well, trying to walk quickly because now that my belly is growing more I find it a bit difficult to walk quickly. Let's not talk about running!

I lied to Bumblebee. Yeah ... I lied to him just moments ago ... this morning I went in the garage and caressing the shining yellow hood. I called him ... immediately his hologram materialized in front of me leaning in to kiss me ... I'm sorry. I was recharging, he excused himself for not being able to always be with me ... but I shushed him with another kiss.

"I'm having cravings," I pouted and he smiled shaking his head because he's so used to me asking for food.

"What for this time?" he asked leaning against the hood with his arms crossed on his chest ... and fuck! He's really hot and I almost gave up in there and told him to just fuck me ... take me now ... there on the hood of his car.

Instead ... instead, taking a big breath, I kept lying to him. "Strawberries and white chocolate," I whispered.

"White chocolate?" he asked while raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I know that you only know the dark one but humans ... clever guys, also invented the white one," I grinned while he kept looking at me unbelieving that such a chocolate could exist.

"Ok," he nodded, "strawberries and white chocolate."

"Yes," I smiled even if my heart was beating fast hoping that he wouldn't sense something was going on.

Just go ... just go, I was saying to myself ... come on, don't look at me ... go ... go, Bee.

"You ... you always seem to crave odd stuff," he told me and I could slap myself. I was lying to him ... fuck you, Sam!

And so I watched him go ... then ... then, here I am rushing away ... walking toward my destination ... while each minute I keep turning to look behind me ... fearing that I will see that stalking Camaro.

"I'm doing this for us," I keep repeating while walking.

On the bus I lean against the window while watching the landscape rushing ... rushing like my thoughts ... like my lies ... and I think of him, right now, all taken in finding a bar of white chocolate and strawerries ... and I feel like shit for having lied to him ... to my Bee.

Absently I'm caressing my belly wanting to calm myself because I'm scared. I always went there with him ... I always went to the Autobots base camp with him ... never alone ... I know that he told me that they are away on a mission but ... but yesterday day I saw Jazz ... Jazz's car - form wandering around so ... so they are back ... so he lied to me ... maybe.

I know that he doesn't like me going anywhere without him by my side ... I can't keep an eye on you, Sam, he would say ... I swore to protect you, Sam, please don't go alone. I'm coming with you ... even if in the end I have to go out to get a bottle of milk ... but I like him being so protective toward me ... caring for me and it doesn't matter what will happen to him ... he just has ... must look after me ... I know that if something happens to me he will just damn himself for eternity ... blame himself.

I'm betraying him, I'm thinking as I get off the bus ... watching it continue its run through the wide desert ... a big cloud of dust that swirl around me ... and then I turn toward where the base camp is and my heart won't stop to beat fast ... even if I keep repeating that I shouldn't fearing them ... they are Autobots ... they are my friends ... they swore to protect me ... they are like Bumblebee ... but fuck! Not having him beside me, it makes me feel strange ... empty ... like I'm doing something that I shouldn't do ... that I'm not allowed to do if he's not by my side.

"Ok, Sam," I shiver while walking toward the big warehouse ... a shining metal cathedral in the middle of nowhere.

"Hey, Sam!" I hear someone yell behind my back and I jump in suprise ... all this silence was making my ears hiss ... or maybe it was only me. I turn to stare at Ironhide walking toward me ... ground shaking under my feet as he approaches me. "Where's that motherfucker, Bumblebee," he askes me stopping in front of me.

"He ... he." Fuck, what I should tell him? That I didn't let him know where I was going. That he lied, telling me that they were away for a mission. "I ... I wanted to see you guys and he was busy ... he ... he went to race!"

"And he left you all by yourself?" he asks surprised, and right now I would love to slap myself ... oh, great. It's normal that he's not buying it ... he knows Bee better than me and knows that he will not ever ... ever let me out of sight.

"You know ... you know how much he loves to race," I keep saying while faking a big smile but I can see that ... still ... he is not believing it.

"Ah, ok," he replies, "but if you are searching for Prime he's not here."

"Ah! No, ok thanks. I wanted to say hi to Ratchet ... I have some books that, maybe, he would like to read." I keep smiling like a madman while hoping that he doesn't know I'm lying.

"He's in the warehouse," he tells me then throwing at me a dirty look ... and, fuck, he senses that something is going on ... he walks away while shaking his head.

"Poor, Bumblebee ... humans are really strange beings," I hear him whisper and I can't deny that what is saying is true.

I push open the heavy door. "Ratchet," I call him while walking inside.

"Sam?" he raises his eyes toward me while he's working on a machine ... or something like that. "What are you doing here, boy?"

"Hey, I just came to talk with you," I find the courage to say.

"About what?" he asks putting down the machine.

"About, Bee," I reply sounding like a bastard betraying someone that trusts in me.

He hums while nodding to himself. "So tell me."

"He's strange lately ... sometimes he seems distant ... like wanting to be left alone," I sigh while sitting down on a wooden box.

He nods again. "Yeah ... I know."

"You know?"

"Do you know that he lost his voice processor during a battle?" he asks and I nod. "Well, he also reported slight damage to his system."

"In what sense?"

"Bumblebee ... I had to work a lot on him ... he seemed off ... like the Decepticons had reset him ... almost ... deviated him," he explains while kneeling in front of me.

"Are ... are you saying that he's a Decepticon?" I ask while chewing my bottom lip.

"No ... no, Sam ... I worked on him ... but still ... still, if I was able to repair his voice processor ... well-"

"You couldn't do much more about his system?" I ask panic taking over me.

"Our system is delicate ... it's something of his own ... will ... alive ... I can operate on it but still it's delicate," he tries to explain but right now I only have in mind what he told me ... Decepticons tried to converte him into one of them.

He sighs sensing that I'm starting to panic. "Sam, it's not so easy to convert another robot into what you want, really, believe me ... Bee is fine."

I nod not believing too much in what he's saying and then ... then I start to think about what he told me ... he keeps hearing strange signals ... strange intereferences, and what if his radar ... his entire being is set on the Decepticon frequency ... he would be able to sense them much more than the other Autobots ... Decepticons knows dirty ways to hide themself from Autobots ... but if Bee can capture these signals ... he would be able to capture and understand what the Decepticons are saying ... and if these intereferences that he keeps catching are not from Autobots ... are coming from Decepticons this means ... this means that they ... they are still alive ... still here.

I whimper in pain. "Sam, please calm down," Ratchet tells me. "Bee is ok now ... I always monitor him."

"But what if he's a Decepticon now," I yell standing up.

"But I would know ... Prime would know."

"What if it's latent!" I keep yelling backing away from him. "What if he found a way to block you ... to let you monitor only what he wants ... what you can know ... hiding the rest."

"It's impossible," he hisses standing up. "Prime, above all ... would know."

"I ... I have to go," I cry out.

"Sam, wait ... I think that you came here to talk not about Bee but about you-"

"Shut up!" I bark out. "Just shut up ... he doesn't have to know that I came here ... and I'm fine!"

"I don't think so ... my scanning is revealing that you are-"

"Fuck you, shut up!" I yell angrily while storming out of the warehouse. "I'm not pregnant ... I'm not pregnant by a Decepticon," I keep to repeat over and over as I rush outside.

"Sam!" I hear Prime call me but I don't stop.

"Ratchet!" Prime calls walking inside the warehouse. "What have you told, Sam ... he seemed upset and Ironhide told me that you were talking with him."

"He came here to talk about ... ehmm, with me ... you know how humans can be strange," he replies then slowly walks outside with Prime never taking his optics off him.

"Ratchet," Optimus Prime hisses and Ratchet stops, turning toward him. "Remember that he's carring something precious."

"Yes, sir," he replies.

On the way toward home I think about why Bee lied to me ... why he told me that the others were away ... maybe he didn't want me to see them because they will eventually know that I'm pregnant ... or maybe him being a Decepticon he wants to keep me away from them ... he wants to avoid Autobots ... no, Bee ... my Bee can't be a Decepticon ... if he was one of them he would just have me killed or delivered to someone ... to a Decepticon ... or maybe ... maybe he's just waiting me for to give birth to our son ... to take it away from me ... just using me like an incubator.

I whimper as I put a hand protectively over my belly ... no, Bee loves me ... he loves both of us ... he will not harm us ... never ... but still, what Ratchet told me burns inside me ... it won't stop whispering over and over that maybe ... maybe he's a ... no, he's just Bee!

I lean against the door once I'm at home ... inside my room. "Where have you been?" I hear him ask as I open my eyes ... he's sitting on my bed in one hand he's holding a bunch of white chocolate bars and in the other a little bag ... surely the strawberries.

I sigh walking toward him ... tired ... like I travelled for years, and then I slump against him ... his arms quickly embrace me ... support my weight against him. "Sam," he calls me while holding me tightly, and no ... no, he can't be a Decepticon ... he's just Bee. And then I would like to yell and kick him because he never talked about his accident ... he only told me about his vocal processor leaving the rest ... leaving the part where the Decepticons played a bit with his system ... and he should ... he should have told me about that ... but right now I'm not in the mood to throw a tantrum at him ... I want to cry and be held by him ... to be reassured that everything is going ok ... is going to be ok for us.

"I love you," I whisper against his chest. "and I only ... I wanted to take a walk."

"I love you, too," he smiles softly but I can see that he's worried, "but you know that I don't want you to go around alone."

I nod against his chest. "It was only a walk I ... I wanted to be alone ... you know, only me and myself."

"I know but-"

"Sometimes I need to be alone," I interrup him. "Please ... it's a parculiar time for me right now."

He nods kissing me even though I know that he's not sharing my point of view ... he just doesn't like to leave me alone even for a second but sometimes I need to be left alone ... to just be with me and myself. I stare at him at his sparkling arctic eyes and, no ... no, how can he be a Decepticon? But what if he's smart enough to hide ... to just disguise himself but the way he's smiling at me ... looking at me with that look of pure love and devotion ... he's Bee, my Bee ... if only I could find a way to just erase what Ratchet told me hours ago.

"Bee?"

"Huh, Sam?" he smiles softly looking down.

"When ... when I will be able to see Ratchet or Prime?" I ask tentatively, and please tell me the truth ... free me from my doubts.

"Oh, when they get back," he replies while quickly tearing his eyes off me ... staring in front of himself.

I sigh nodding ... yeah, he's lying and I wonder why but still ... still he's the father of my son, of our son, and I need him ... but at the same time a tiny voice is whispering ... would you need a Decepticon? What would you do if he's really what Ratchet told you? But then if Ratchet knew why didn't he try to do something. And Prime? I wonder if he knows. Prime sent him to Earth ... Prime ordered him to be my guardian and if he suspects something ... he wouldn't ... he wouldn't send him here to guard me ... yeah ... but what if ... maybe Ratchet is covering him ... Bee ... but why ... oh fuck! Maybe I should return and talk with them ... maybe I should talk with Optimus Prime but I need Bee. I'm pregnant ... he got me pregnant ... oh fuck! It's a mess and why didn't Ratchet talk to me earlier about what happened to Bee?

"Sam," he calls me and I raise my eyes toward him. "I saw him."

I raise my eyebrow as he pulls me to sit on his knees. "What?"

"What is inside your belly," he smiles widely pointing at my belly with his finger.

"You ... you, oh my! You can really see ... wait him?" I ask surprised.

"Yeah ... eh, I still have to scan you but last night ... while you were asleep, I found the courage to do it and ... and fuck! I saw it ... him," he explains while holding me tight.

"He's a boy," I kiss him. "We are going to have a boy ... I ... oh, I ... heh, heh ... I don't know what to say."

He nods like a madman grinning widely at me. "Yeah, fuck yeah ... it's a boy!"

"And ... and he's ... he's all right, yes?" I ask while raising my hoodie. "Huh, Bee ... he's ok ... our son?"

He nods. "Yeah."

"I was thinking that I'm a-"

"Fifth ... fifth month, almost sixth," he rushes to say. "I spent hours searching through the internet."

"Oh, you are really trained," I laugh. "My scholar man."

We crash on the bed spending a long time talking and laughing about stupid jokes ... eventually I fall asleep with my face hiding against his chest as he holds me while rocking me slightly ... and I love this kind of closeness ... this intimacy between us, just me and him ... and I don't understand how he can be a bad person ... a Decepticon, even if half like Ratchet told me.

At dawn I find myself awake and I turn toward Bee's side but he's not in the bed next to me and I slowly get up taking the blanket to cover my shivering body. "Bumblebee?" I call him while looking around the dark room.

"Bee?"

"I'm here, Sam!" I hear his metallic voice call me and I turn toward the window.

"Oh, fuck!" I yell as I see his blue optics staring at me.

"Shhhh ... don't yell, Sam, or you will wake up your parents," he shush me while putting a large metallic hand against the wall of my home.

"You ... why you are transformed into your own form?" I ask while walking toward the window.

"I heard a murmur ... better yet a frequency and this time I understood that it's not coming from the baby nor from any of the Autobots," he explains to me then I see his big black metallic hand enter the room through the window silently inviting me to go sit on it ... on his palm.

"And you think what... where is this frequency coming from?" I ask while climbing his fingers to sit in the centre of his palm and his cold metal makes me hiss and shiver. "Fuck, you are cold."

"Sorry, Sam," he replies while taking his hand out of the room and raising it to his chest.

"So you don't know what this frequence is about?" I ask while looking around me.

"No ... but at least I know that it's not coming from us."

"What ... what if its coming from Decepticons?" I dare to ask while looking intently for his reaction.

He sighs. "Yeah, I was thinking the same ... but we destroyed them ... well, maybe not all of them."

I nod. "You should talk with Prime and the gang."

"I know," he only replies.

"And do you know that it's dawn and there's a yellow giant robot in my garden?" I point out while crossing my arms on my chest. "And if I don't recall wrong, I told you no giant robots in my garden."

He makes a strange sound. "Sorry, Sam."

"Yeah, I know but, oh look, you are crushing the grass that my father loves so much," I explain while glaring at him. "you are heavy, Bee!"

"Ok, Sam."

"And if it's 'ok Sam' why you are still not transforming back into your car - form or holo - form ... that would be much better!" I hiss slapping one of his fingers.

"I'm going to crush you," he tells me as I see his blue optics flash in a dangerous light.

"Ok, do it ... but you are not becoming a father," I point out.

"Ah yeah, Sam."

I shake my head while tightly holding my blanket around my body. "Oh, the sun is almost ready to rise," I smile as I see the first rays of light color the dark sky.

"I wanted you to see this ... from my position," he smiles.

"Ah, you romantic!" I reply. "Sappy robot."

"Yeah, I think that humans influenced my being," he tells me. "Above all a certain human."

"Oh, it's not my fault!" I laugh as I keep staring at the horizon. "But thanks, I never saw a dawn ... it's beautiful."

He nods. "Your planet is so beautiful."

I raise my eyes toward him. "You miss it, huh?" I ask caressing his palm.

"Yes, you don't know how much, Sam ... and knowing that it's gone ... that what I had is by now gone ... it devours me," he admits softly.

"I would love to find a way to bring it back for you," I say while kissing one of his big black digits.

"But you did so much for me, Sam," he lowers his arctic optics toward me. "You gave me a home and in a few months even a son ... you did so much for me and I'm so grateful to have found you."

I smile. "I love you."

"I own you, all myself," he replies then he gently pushes his hand back into my room putting me on my bed. "Wait, I'll be back in a moment."

"Ok," I smile blowing a kiss to him.

Next morning after Bee left me in front of my school I feel someone touch my shoulder startling me. "What?" I say while turning.

"Ehhmm ... I'm sorry ... I ... I didn't want to scare ... you ...you." I find the same red haired boy babbling to me.

"Ah, no. It's ok," I smile.

"I'm ... I'm new and ... and yesterday ... you ... you tried to talk to me ... but ... but I was too ... ssss ... scared," he tells me while smiling embarrassed.

"Oh, so you are new. Good, I'm Sam," I smile while shaking his hand.

"I'm ... Friz ... they call me Friz," he replies. "I ... I just moved from ... from New York."

"Oh, cool. But, woah, it's a big jump coming here ... it's a small town compared to New York," I point out while we start to walk toward school.

"I ... I know ... but ... mmmmm ... my dad got a job h ... hhhhere ... he's a pooooolice man," he explains and I notice a fading bruise at the corner of his mouth.

"Great," I reply. "Well, I will be your cicerone," I smile and he rushes to hold my hand startling me again ... while making me blush.

"Usually ... usually boys don't walk around while holding hands," I point out but he looks at me with huge eyes.

"I ... I ... please," he whispers. "I'm scared."

I remain perplexed for a moment. "Ok, Friz," I sigh leading him toward the entrance.

"If you left Bumblebee, well, I think that I will try to make a move on him," I hear Mikaela laugh behind me.

"Mikaela!" I warn turning toward her.

"Hey, I'm not the one walking hand in hand with another boy," she teases me as Friz is looking at her with huge sky blue eyes.

"This is not my boyfriend," I hiss glaring at her, "and stop talking about Bee ... I don't want the whole school to know that I'm gay."

She shrugs. "Ok, but do you think that the others haven't notice him standing outside school everyday to take you home?"

I remain in silence while walking with Friz tightly holding my hand as he shifts his eyes between me and Mikaela.

"They are talking about who that hot piece of guy is that takes you home ... is it a friend? A cousin? What is he?" she asks me while following us.

"Stop that!" I yell. "What the fuck is your problem, Mikaela."

"Sorry, I was-"

"You what?" I spit out.

"I was only telling you what others are saying and-"

"I don't care ... look, really. I don't fucking care about what others are saying about me and Bee," I hiss then leave her standing there.

"She's your fffffriend?" Friz asks while following me.

"Yeah," I sigh turning to look at him, noticing how young he is; at least he should be 16 years old, though. He turns toward me while grinning.

"I ... I like ... the ggguy that drives that yellow c ... car" he tells me "his car is ... is beautiful!"

I laugh. "Yeah, I know."

"It's great to have you as a friend, Sam," he smiles as his eyes lower down at my belly. "Really, Sam."

After school Bee takes me to race through the desert and we spend a bunch of hours racing down the empty highway ... with us laughing like crazy. Then he transforms into his own robot - form and we just lie in the middle of nowhere while staring at the darkening sky and at the first stars appearing.

"Look, another appeared there," I point out as I lie on my back on his chest plates, "and also there, so now I'm a ten."

He raises his big finger. "There ... there I can see another one," he tells me, "and I'm at eleven."

I laugh. "ok, you won."

"Surely, so what's my prize?" he asks as his big black palm goes to cover my entire body and I raise my arms putting my hands flat against his palm ... pushing his hand away while laughing.

"You are not going to crush me."

"Yeah? You'd better give me my prize."

"Ok, you won!"

"I know that I won."

I kiss his chest plates. "Enough?"

He shakes his head. "I want more, Sam."

"Here in middle of nowhere?" I ask while raising an eyebrow and he nods.

I smile softly while passing my hand over his chest ... where his spark is hiding ... pulsing, wanting me. "Ok," I moan as I lean forward to lick at his finger that is caressing my jaw ... shining black metal now wet with saliva as I lick and kiss my way toward his palm.

"Sam," he moans and I raise my eyes toward his while with my hand I pull down my loose jeans and boxers ... sitting on cold shining metal ... on his chest ... on my giant robot. Then his fingers take away my long sleeve shirt and I put my hands ... fingers spreading over his chest.

"Let me see it," I beg as I start to rub myself on his chest ... head thrown back as I slide back and forth ... as his fingers caress my arched back ... big digit sliding on my bare ass cheeks as my breath is rapid.

"You are beautiful, Sam," he tells me as I put myself on all fours while licking the place where his spark is hiding ... my ass rised up and my eyes fixed on him as I slowly lick cold metal ... strange taste on my tongue and my belly languidly rubs on his chest ... his finger goes to caress the cleft of my ass cheeks and I moan pushing against it.

"Bee," I call him while licking my lips hungrily and then he shifts a bit revealing his spark to me.

"Sam, you-"

"Shhhhh," I shush him as his fingers are dancing upon my chest ... nipples hardening as I push my hand toward the cold azure light.

Thin transparent threads that entwine around my fingers ... my wrist as I close my eyes ... as I can't seem to be able to breathe normally.

"Sam," he calls me and I lean toward him ... toward his spark, wanting more ... craving for more as my hand is burning and I'm shaking with pure energy taking over my body ... shining strands that are restraining me from pulling away.

I gasp in pain while holding with my other hand on my belly ... and he's looking down at me, darkening optics that are asking for more as I'm shivering while feeling like thousands of hands and fingers are caressing my body ... touching it ... licking at it.

One of his fingers is still resting against my ass as I rock back and forth and my hand goes to scracth his chest ... yellow paint under my nails as I cry out in pleasure ... his finger more insistent against my ass ... threads of light pulling me deeper ... wanting ... needing for me to push deeper ... his spark calling me.

I cry out as he reaches his orgasm ... as we are truly connected through the spark and in my mind it's a rush of images, numbers and symbols.

I slump on his chest as I try to recover my breath ... his finger is lazily caressing my back and I relax. Then kissing his chest plate I rise to slowly dress myself.

"Take me home, Bee," I whisper as he caresses my cheek and then my belly and then he stops ... his finger resting on my belly. "What?" I ask yawning.

"He kicked," he tells me proudly and I smile putting my hand over my belly.

"Yeah, I know," I say. "It's not the first time that he's done it."

"He's like his father," he proudly says while putting me down and transforming back into the Camaro.

"Oh, if you say so," I chuckle rushing to enter it and I turn to see him sit in the drivers seat while grinning at me.

"Take me home. Oh Bee, on the way, please, I'm so wanting a big ice cream," I tell him while he starts the engine.

"You and your cravings," he sighs rolling his eyes and as we drive toward home we don't see a man sitting on his black motorbike staring at us.