Hey! so here is chapter six, I'm typing this on a used Mac that is now mine :) it's so much FASTER than my old CPU, but the new keyboard is also an old one that isn't by apple, and its really weird... Like, I kinda have to physically exert myself to press the keys... oh well.

anyway...

Thoughts

Autobot comm line

enjoy!

I had managed to temporarily fix Bee up, but the rest of the work is left to an incredibly irritable Ratchet, who is grumbling almost non-stop about how he just did this, and something about 'stupid younglings'. He's probably going to injure Bee more than he fixes him.

So far, he hasn't noticed that Bee is unable to speak. And Bee, needless to say, cannot tell him.

It isn't until Optimus comes over for a debrief that anyone really noticed. The sparking had stopped, by then, and Ratchet is in far too much of a bad mood to be anything but happy that Bee wasn't speaking.

So, right now, Optimus is watching Bee slightly expectantly, and the scout looks to be at a loss, and thoroughly frustrated.

I step forward, deciding to not laugh at him for any longer. Don't judge me, you would've too!

Bumblebee, is this shot or did you fall? The metal's crushed... If you don't answer, it's your own loss, it'd make my job a slagging lot easier. Whatever...

I wrestle a smile off of my face. "Um, he can't talk."

Optimus raises a ridge. "Is it his vocal processor?"

I nod. "Starscream damaged it with a plasma blast."

Ratchet looks annoyed. "And I just slagging got it fixed!" He raps Bee's helm with a wrench. Bee winces.

I struggle with a smirk, eventually forcing it to slag off. Optimus looks at me.

"Well, you were there was well, 'Crest. What happened?"

I shrugged. "When we got there, Wreckage's shell was on the ground next to Starscream, and Starscream just started shooting when he saw Autobots. We shot back, he took Bumblebee down, and I insulted him, so he got all up in my face, and I stabbed him, and he flew away... They never stick around when we get the upper hand. They're such cowards!"

"Wreckage? Did the humans manage to offline him?"

I shrug. "Lennox says no. I asked. They said Starscream did it..."

"Starscream?" Optimus puzzles over this for a moment, before he's interrupted by a pained-sounding whine from Bee. He rolls his optics. "Go easy on him, Ratchet."

The CMO glanced up. "I am."

"Easier, then."

"I'm going about as easy as I am able to. Stay still, kid!" He smacks Bee's helm with his wrench.

Optimus face-palms. I smother a giggle. Bee starts to try to lift his servo to his helm. Ratchet raises the wrench threateningly.

"I said still."

It all seems to be calming down. Megatron is dead, Starscream went back to Cybertron (we think), the only Allspark fragment left is sort of safe, it would be better if it wasn't under human protection. Well, the 'Cons don't know where it is. All we really have to do now is weed out any 'Cons remaining on Earth. We can't exactly leave this planet to be eradicated by a bunch of dumb-shit glitches that we lead to their planet.

Well, Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Jazz are going to be doing that. We've formed an alliance with their government, albeit an uneasy one, and they are going to be living on the NEST base on the island Diego Garcia, in the Indian Ocean. Bumblebee and I, however, have different tasks.

I've been assigned as guardian to Mikaela. I don't mind, I mean, I wouldn't mind kicking Decepticon ass with the others, but they think I'd be a better friend to Mikaela, as well as being capable of protecting her. Bumblebee is remaining guardian to Sam. Since they're dating, I probably will get to see Bee. So I won't be totally bored.

Mikaela isn't bad, either. Sam is going to be going off to college, soon. Mikaela is kind of upset about it. She doesn't have too many friends from her high school any more, and she doesn't think long distance relationships will work. She's been trying to act a little bitchy to Sam, so that he'll stop trying to convince her to not break it off. Human relationships are so strange.

I mean, four stellar-cycles? That isn't very long. Well, by human standards, I guess it is. And apparently, there are a lot of other femmes at college. And it is orthodox to mate. A lot. So odd...

So, right now, I am in my alt-form, basking in sunlight. Mikaela's father, Colin, doesn't understand why she always leaves her 'motorcycle' sitting around in the sun. He says that it just makes the metal, and the leather, too hot to touch. He never interferes, though. Thankfully.

I have half-an-optic on Mikaela, who is leaning over a motorcycle, carefully painting a devil. Her bluetooth is in her ear, and she's speaking. She puts down the paint, and stalks over to lean on the hood of a car. She converses with Colin for a moment, then taps her bluetooth and runs inside, most likely to change. Sure enough, about ten minutes later, she reappears, now in a white shirt and leather. She walks over to me.

"You up for a ride?", she asks quietly.

I rev my engine in response. She smirks slightly. "I have to say goodbye to Sam."

I vent my intakes, before responding very quietly,"Well, let's go."

She climbs on, donning a black helmet, grasps the handlebars, and I speed off.

When we pull up in front of the Witwicky residence, it looks...um...

Mikaela runs over to Sam. The yard is a wreck, the fountain scorched and crumbling, the grass is smoldering slightly in some places. Sam's room is basically...blown...to shit. The house is caved in there, the the wood scorched and smoking, a few small fires in place.

I open a comm link with Bee, who is most likely in the garage.

What the slag happened?

What? Why?

The Witwicky place is...kind of...a slagheap, right now...

Oh, well. Sam got attacked... I may have...accidentally...done that while I offlined...the kitchen.

Um?

The electronics, in their kitchen? They all...got brought to life. I don't know how. But I got rid of the ones in the yard, there were still a few up in Sam's room, and I wasn't really thinking about it. I kind of...

Blew it up?

Yeah.

I smother a laugh, knowing that the fire department guys would think it was really weird if a motorcycle started laughing.

Mad skills.

I know, I'm awesome.

So, are you going with Sam?

I think so. It'll be so AWESOME.

I suppress a sigh. Motorcycles don't sigh, either. I would miss Bee. A lot.

Cool... That's...awesome.

Are...you okay?

No, I'm fine... Why?

You just sounded...kinda weird.

Well, I'm fine.

I wish Mikaela was coming, too. Then you'd go with her...

Oh...yeah, she doesn't want to leave her dad by himself...

Yeah.

So... Other than blowing up houses, what do you do around here? Is it boring?

It's not always that bad. It is a little small in here.

That sucks... I'm usually outside. It's a little boring sometimes, but it's not cramped. Obviously.

Bee didn't reply for a long moment. I look around idly at all of the cars that the police, and the fire department brought.

Okay...

What?

I'm not going. Apparently, freshmen can't have cars.

That's idiotic.

Well, apparently I'm going back to Diego Garcia. That's what Sam says, at least... I'll have to comm Prime.

Wow. That's great.

I dunno. I'll probably have to be nearby. I mean, Prime doesn't think he's safe.

Well, at least you won't be stuck in that garage all day anymore.

I guess. I hope there's a lot of sun there. I love Earth's sun.

I know! It's so much closer than Cybertron's!

If we ever wind up getting back to Diego Garcia, Ratchet says that by Earth standards, it's very warm there.

I wonder if we will...

Well, eventually, I guess we have to.

I guess so... Are you just staying with Mikaela, then?

Until further notice. So, yeah.

Oh. Well, have fun with that.

Are you... Oh, you are such an aft.

I try.

I feel him sever the comm link. I sigh. Mikaela's music is stuck in the front of my processor. It's frying my circuits...

Mikaela reappears. There are tears in her eyes, and she's pulling on her leather jacket. Sam must be leaving.

I'll see you 'round. Bumblebee suddenly added.

Yep. So, bye?

Bye.

He severs it at about the same moment that I do. Mikaela grasps the handles. I decide to take the long way home.

I lounge, half-content, on the ground next to a rusted out car in the garage. Mikaela was feeding her dog, Bones. She'd been in a bad mood for a while now. Sam had stood her up on their first web-chat date. She picks up her cell.

"Yes, Samuel? ...I can't believe you're gonna stand me up on our first web-chat date! ...What, did you finally hit puberty? ...No, I got it, it's in the shop safe, it's fine... It's fine, nobody knows where it is..."

Suddenly, I pick up something strange on my audio processor. I stand up.

"I do... You're hot, but you ain't too bright... Ow! Frickin' house of horrors... OW! Uh..." I locate the general area of the source. I move towards it, very slowly.

"Uh, I'm gonna have to call you back. Bye, Sam."

Mikaela appears next to me. "Is everything okay?"

"Do...do you hear that?"

She tilts her head. There's a soft scratching, tiny little ticking...

Her eyes pop open. "Oh, God." She runs over to the safe.

I hear a sharp, mechanical squealing. I rush to her side, cursing the size of this building.

"What are you doing here, you little freak?" I sigh in relief. It's just a scrap drone. She blow-torches his optic.

"Easy, warrior goddess, I'm just a- OW! That's my eye, ya crazy bitch!"

"You gonna talk now?"

Without her knowledge, I aim a plasma cannon at him from behind her. His remaining optic goes wide.

"I'm here for the shard, I need the shard, they gonna whack me, I'm gonna be dead without that shard!"

She glares at him, wielding the blow-torch menacingly. "Easy, I'm just a selfish little scrap-drone!"

"Yeah, well, I'm your worst nightmare." She shoves him into a metal box, and slams it shut tight.

I quickly deactivate the cannon. She turns to me. "I need to get on a plane."

I hesitate. Should I let her...

Silvercrest to Optimus.

Yes?

Sam called Mikaela, he's in trouble. Mikaela wants to go to him, on a plane. Should I let her?

I could practically feel him hesitating about it. After a long moment, he replied. Yes. I believe so.

Alright. One moment.

"Alright. You can access my comm frequency, right?"

"Yeah. If anything happens, I'll call."

"Okay. Do you want me to take you to the airport?"

"Um... No, I don't want to have to bring my helmet."

"Okay. Be safe."

"I will.", she replies, smiling.

She's going. What should I do?

A CV-22 Osprey is being sent to a nearby, secluded location. I'm sending you the coordinates. You'll arrive at our location soon.

Okay. See you then.

Alright. Bumblebee is also on his way here.

Cool. Bye.

I severe the link, reviewing the coordinates. They were about twenty miles from here. I vent my intakes. "Okay..."

so, chapter six...i hopeyou liked it...

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