Thanks to those that have reviewed, especially Cassi. Here's the newest chapter. It was a rough one. I totally had no problems watching it play out in my head, but getting it into words was a completely different animal. Hopefully it doesn't sound strained. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Confession is good for the soul. Bee heard that on a television show he'd watched on the internet. He supposed there was probably some truth to that. Maintaining lies was hard work, especially if the being you were lying to was one like Optimus Prime. If Prime came out and specifically asked Bumblebee if he was spending time with the female human, he would have admitted the truth and come clean… but Prime had done no such thing, and Bee hadn't mentioned what he'd been up to, either. Not quite the same, as making up some big, fat story, but lying by omission still wasn't honest.

And that wasn't Bee.

His problem was that he was addicted. Lex made no demands on him. In fact, he was quite sure she expected to never see him again after their initial ride. But, no matter how much he told himself that he should leave well enough alone, he couldn't do it. He loved the feel of her. He loved her company, and he was damn afraid that he was beginning to love HER. Not good.

So here he was… four weeks after first talking to her, six weeks after hitting her, trying to come to a decision he could live with. He'd been with her nearly every night for the last 4 weeks. Sometimes driving, sometimes just transforming and sitting with her on his knee while they talked in her yard ("Yay for not having neighbors," Lex told him, the first time she suggested he take his robotic form.)

In the day time, he was Sam's of course. He stayed with the boy until his curfew of 11 p.m., but once Sam was safely home and in bed, he sped to Lex's house as quick as possible. He was fairly certain that Sam was aware of this, but the boy hadn't asked for details. He was also fairly certain (and, indeed he WAS correct) that Sam had adopted an attitude of wanting to know as little as possible because he was afraid that Prime might one day whip out the Autobot equivalent of the Lasso of Truth and, let's face it, (according to Sam) God only knew what kind of Autobot juju Prime had up his sleeve, and if Sam didn't know anything to begin with, then he, Sam, couldn't be forced to testify against his friend.

Bumblebee thought this was sound reasoning. He also thought it best not to mention to Sam that while Prime didn't have any lasso's, it was fairly easy for him, or any of the others to detect lying in humans. They just used their sensors to take the same type of measurements a polygraph machine would. (This was also how Bee knew full well that Sam had been lying when he told his mom he didn't masturbate… Sam's heart-rate increase had been pretty amazing after telling THAT whopper.) Speaking of Sam, he was finally waking up.

Bee pushed his worries out of his processors, banishing them to a infrequently used sub-system. Time to pay attention to his human. He laid on the horn, rousing Sam the rest of the way to wakefulness, and when the boy appeared at his window, Bee gave a soft toot on the horn, a friendly sort of greeting. Sam shot him a bird.

Sam came padding out of the house, dressed in jeans and a tee, with no shoes. Or socks. Even more surprising, instead of climbing in, Sam closed the driver's door that Bee opened and leaned against it.

"I think Imma just hang around the house today, Bee, like, do some chores, watch cartoons, that sort of thing. So uh, if there's anyone you wanna go do, (he cleared his throat) I mean, ANYTHING you wanna go do, I'm not going to complain, ya know, if you aren't here." That said, Sam looked around in a nervous sort of way. Prime could be hiding in the bushes.

Bee revved his engines, and bumped Sam's leg in an affectionate sort of way. Thanks. Sam returned the gesture, giving his car a playful slap on the hood. "Go to it handsome man. Impress the lady." Then: "Wait a sec, Bee, I'll be right back."

More than a little confused, he watched as Sam went flying back into the house, only to come out a few minutes later, toting what looked like two dozen pink roses. Where'd he get those? WHEN did he get those??

Sam opened the drivers door of the yellow Camaro, and deposited the roses on the drivers seat, "Here."

"Sam, I had no idea you felt this way…"

"Shut up! You just shut the hell up!" Sam's face flushed even redder with the burst of laughter than issued from Bee's speakers. "I got Mom to pick them up, I think she thinks they're for Mikaela. Anyway, take them to your lady friend. I'm going back to living in ignorant bliss."

"Thanks"

"No problem." Sam started backing towards the house, simultaneously trying to give Bee a supportive thumbs up while checking in the neighbors runner beans for any giant blue and red robots that might be in the area. Sam gave Bee another foolish grin and a wave before darting in the front door of his house.

For his part, Bee pulled out of the driveway so fast he left rubber on the driveway.

They used saws to remove the plaster casts from each of her legs. The saws made Lex paranoid. What if the doctor sneezed? THAT would be bad. Oh, and look here ladies and gentleman, just when she finished telling herself to quit trying to replace her deep fear of clowns with an even deeper fear of doctors with sinus problems, she finds out the doctor isn't even going to be using the saw. A technician of some sort was going to use it. The doc was just going to observe. Well that was just great. At least the doctor would be close if the tech jacked up the procedure.

What do you call someone that graduated from medical school with all A's? A doctor. What do you call someone that graduated medical school with straight C's? A doctor. It was an old joke, kind of disturbing, too, but at least the guy that made nothing but C's was a doctor. The tech that came in to remove her plaster burdens looked more like an orderly than anything, and once again, she started thinking that she came in to get her casts removed, but would end up leaving one leg short instead.

She was being melodramatic. Turns out, the tech knew exactly what he was doing, and the casts were removed without a drop of blood being shed. What she wasn't expecting was how bad they'd look.

Ack! From the knee down, they were pasty white and hairy. She expected the hairy part, and had come prepared with her razor and raspberry rain shaving gel. What she hadn't expected was the disgusting build up of dead skin, or the slight shrunken and shriveled look they had. Ugh. Her legs looked like they were fixin' to fall off at the knee.

The tech took one look at her horrified face, and snickered slightly as he went about cleaning up the plastery mess left by her casts. Lex fixed him with one baleful green eye, and started rooting around in her purse for her razor and shave gel. At the look she gave HIM, the tech immediately stopped snickering, and just busted out laughing. Dr. Cordell barely managed to keep his face straight as he reached out to examine Lex's left leg.

She jerked away, "Medical professionals aren't supposed to laugh their patients." With that, both the doctor and the tech dissolved into laughter.

"I get NO respect. While you're laughing at me, you can take me somewhere to shave and wash up, "

An hour later, she was once again fully dressed (She'd never been so thankful for clothes. The tech had helped her to a bathroom where she'd sat on the toliet and shaved from the sink, but holding the back of her flapping gown closed while he helped her down the hall had been a bitch.) and tottering around Cordell's office with a pair of canes to help her along.

"You need to be careful for the next few weeks. Your legs atrophied while in the casts, they aren't as strong as they used to be. We'll schedule some physical therapy for you.

And for Pete's sake, use your canes. Go slow, too. If you fall at this point, its very likely you'll re-break at least one of them."

"I can drive right?"

"Certainly, just don't over do it. Anything else, for ya Alexia?"

"Nah, I'm straight."

Thirty minutes later, she was behind the wheel of her metallic orange hummer, headed home. She WANTED to go shopping, but already she could feel fatigue in her legs, and decided she'd best do as the doctor ordered.

She was glad to have her car back. She missed it and the freedom it represented. While she'd been incapacitated, her Hummer had sat dutifully at a friends house, occasionally going camping with Billy, which in her opinion, was far better than letting it sit in her driveway for weeks with no one to drive it. Billy dropped it off for her today, leaving it at the doctor's office and taking a cab home, wisely realizing that an offer to drive Lex home would NOT have been well received.

The thrum of the Hummers engine was soothing as she drove home, and eventually her thoughts turned to the yellow Camaro she'd been two-timing her truck with. Now, THERE was a mystery wrapped in an enigma. He wasn't even really a Camaro. He was actually a sixteen foot tall, giant, alien robot that was pretending to be a Camaro. Excuse her, sixteen feet, two inches. She giggled when she remembered how Bumblebee had jealously pointed out those two inches when she asked, "What are you, 'bout 16 feet tall, thereabouts?"

He was completely amazing. That was another thing, as odd as it seemed for her to be thinking of a robot (even a super, giant, alien robot) in terms of gender, Bumblebee was definitely male. Intoxicatingly male. Oooh, best not to start thinking like that. Unfortunately, her inner warning came wayyyy too late. She'd been thinking about him 'like that' quite a bit lately, and she had the distinct impression that the feeling was mutual. Hadn't she felt the car shiver when she passed her hand over the hood in a friendly (or possibly feel-coping) greeting? Hadn't her touch been enough to make his engine scream until they were flying through deserted streets and down deserted highways, breaking traffic laws like nobody's business? Yeah, it had. Only problem was, even if he was as turned on by her as she was turned on by him, what the hell could they do about it? How could she possibly manage to have sex with a 16 foot (and two inches) robot? Sure, he could probably come up with some means of pleasuring her, but that wasn't cutting it in her book. If they were going to get something ON, she wanted to fuck until they BOTH blew some circuits.

Lex blew her bangs out of her face in an agitated fashion. She was frustrated in more ways than one. Oh well, she thought, it's probably for the best anyway. My luck, he'd be 16 feet tall and somehow STILL have a 3 inch penis. Assuming he has one at all.

Depressing.

Lex slowed, then turned into her driveway. She followed its curving progress to the back of her house, and sitting there, parked in front of her garage, was none other than the current topic of her thoughts.

She wasn't back by the time Bee parked in front of her garage. He knew she was going to have her casts removed, and was unconcerned. She was probably still visiting the doctor, and may even stop for some errands. She wouldn't be expecting him to be at her house this early. It was just barely noon, and normally, their time together was in the wee hours of the morning.

His holo-driver sat in the driver seat. He fiddled with the roses, trying to make them as pretty as possible. Cool, moist air blasted out of the vents, turning the inside of the Camaro into a cooler. It wouldn't do to have the roses wilt before he could give them to her.

After about an hour after Bee got to Lex's house an orange Hummer pulled up beside him, Lex sliding awkwardly out of its interior. Her desire to protect her newly healed legs made her awkward, but it was all to easy to imagine her, under normal circumstances, sliding into the large truck with ease, and settling comfortably into its wide leather seats.

That was so not cool.

Rather than bother opening his own door, Bee just re-projected his holo-driver to the outside of the outside. From there, he started mutely at Lex, before jabbing his finger angrily in the direction of the Hummer.

"It's male!"

He said some more stuff, but for her part, Lex wasn't paying one lick of attention to anything he said. First, she'd been shocked to see someone inside the bright yellow Camaro. Then, if she hadn't known better, she could have sworn that someone just appeared outside the car, without ever having opened a door or anything. She'd just started telling herself she was being silly, thinking that this must be Sam, that Bee told her so much about, when the man spoke in BEE'S voice. That made her look at him, REALLY look at him, and the next thing she knew, she felt like the wolf in the old cartoons. The wolf that, when faced with a pretty woman, would let about 10 feet of tongue unroll from his mouth before his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and popped out of their sockets.

This guy was gorgeous. About six feet tall, buff, but lean. A plain white t-shirt stretched over his chest. Long legs clad in well-worn blue jeans. Scuffed black work boots with silver hardware covered his feet. He wore a black leather jacket with a small bumblebee embroidered on the right side of his color. His hair was medium blonde, tousled, thick, and unruly. She wanted to dig her hands into it, tug on it. When she looked into his eyes, there was no mistaking who he was. She'd gotten to know those eyes quite well over the past month. Even as a human they were so blue they glowed, beautiful and sweet. Well, maybe sweet wasn't quite how they were looking now. Maybe now the most accurate word would be pissed.

Bee, if the human in front of her was indeed him, and she was sure it was, seemed to be waving in an agitated way at her truck. Lex decided she'd best stop drooling over him, and listen to what he was saying.

"What do you have to say about this?" He flapped his hand at her truck.

Utterly mystified, Lex said, "Um, well, it's paid for?"

"It's male!"

"It's not alive!"

"If it were alive, it'd be male!"

He had a point there. The Hummer (which incidentally had 'Hum This!" written across the top of its windshield in glittery, orange letters) was a masculine vehicle. She didn't want any girly car. Damned if someone was gonna catch her riding around in a little pink VW Beetle with a bud vase in it. No way.

Without thinking, she slapped his chest. Hard. "I need transportation you dolt! I'm not fixing to bear its children!"

Bee rubbed gently at his chest.

"You felt that?"

He nodded. "If I make my holo-driver solid, I've found its best to split some sensor arrays to him. If I get no sensory input from this form, I don't know how hard I'm gripping any given object. I might grip too hard and crush it, or not grip hard enough and drop it."

Lex reached out and poked his shoulder with two fingers. He felt so real. Even down to the grain in the leather. "How is this possible?" She poked him again, hard enough to make him sway slightly to his left.

"Did you ever watch Star Trek: The Next Generation?"

"You mean there are people that didn't?"

He grinned at her. He also flattened her still prodding hand against his shoulder, like swatting a fly, before bringing it to his lips for a brief kiss. He seemed to do it absently, like he didn't quite realize what he'd done.

"Well, this projection of myself works much TNG's explanation of holo-decks. Except I don't have anything like a replicator. Instead, I use nanotechnology and various sensor arrays to…"

"Bee, just leave it at Star Trek levels. That's something I can get."

"Ok." He watched her leaning heavily on her canes, and conducted a quick scan of her systems. She was tiring, and in a little pain. A frown crossed his face, and with no warning, he picked her up and settled her on his own hood. He grinned at her undignified squawk.

Lex stroked her hand against the cool metal of Bee's hood. She felt the car shiver slightly, as did the hologram standing beside her. "You felt that?"

He nodded.

He was standing close to her, leaning one hip against his metal body (weird, but true) looking at her with wide blue eyes. Still gently rubbing the hood with the knuckles of her right hand, she reached out with her left, and slid it gently into his hair. Her hand conformed to the curvature of his skull, gently massaging his scalp. "And you feel this?"

"Yes," he croaked.

His eyes were half closed. She tightened her hand in his hair, pulled him closer. It occurred to her that he'd probably never kissed a human girl before (and really the thought that perhaps he had, caused her to burn with jealousy), and when she pressed her lips to his, it was tentative and soft, letting him get used to the idea. It didn't take him long, and when she opened her mouth for him, his tongue dominated hers, he went beyond any normal sense of kissing. He owned her mouth.

Bee moved in front of her, ruthlessly shoving her long skirt up around her hips before stepping in between her thighs. His hands on her hips scrunched her skirt even more, before lifting her up slightly and pulling her forward, closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and she could feel the ridge of his erection pressing against her demanding that they remove the final barriers of his jeans and her flimsy lace panties. She yanked his jacket off, pushing it off his shoulders before sliding her hands under his t-shirt and rubbing them up his back. Part of her wondered how this had all happened so fast, but when she slid her hands back down to grab his ass and pull him closer to her, the rest of her decided they weren't going fast enough.

He rocked his hips into her, and she vaguely wondered just what kind of websites he'd been surfing lately. He rocked into her a second time, and the pleasure was exquisite, driving all thoughts from her mind as her body strained closer to him, demanding she fill the horribly aching emptiness. He nipped gently at her lower lip, before moving along her jaw line, to gently trace her ear with his tongue. She called his name in a scream that came out as a whisper, and arched into him. Demanding, pleading, her need for him greater than anything she'd ever felt.

And then, he stopped.

He pulled completely away from her, and stood there, head down, gripping the sides of his hood, muscles strained.

Her voice sounded as breathless as she felt. "Bee?"

He looked up at her, the need on his face as clear as day. "We can't… not yet. I'm sorry, I didn't mean… I lost control."

It was impossible for her to mistake the look on his face. You're mine, it said, and I need to claim you. Well, Lex had no problem with this, but clearly some responsibility was keeping him from her. He moved slightly, and put her clothes right again, before bending down and picking up his discarded jacket. She could see him struggling to regain control, while she did the same. After a moment, she looked at him and said simply, "What's wrong Bee?"

He sighed. "When I saw you on the news after I hit you, I wanted to go to you… to tell you that I hadn't meant to cause you harm. To tell you I was sorry. Our leader, Optimus Prime, told me no. Humans, with the exception of a few that fought with us at Mission City, aren't supposed to know about us."

Understanding dawned on her. "So, he doesn't know about me. About any of this."

Looking miserable, Bee shook his head. "No. But, he'd forbidden contact with you, he didn't say I couldn't just.. Look in on you, make sure you were ok. And that's what I did. Except… except, I couldn't stop there. I kept coming back, and when you saw me…"

Lex nodded to show her understanding, and he continued, "And now, it has gotten to the point where I have to tell him. " He smiled a wry smile, "Confession is good for the soul."

"What's Optimus likely to do to you Bee?"

"I don't know. I'm likely to spend some time in the brig for this. But Lex, if he tells me I can no longer see you- I can't disobey a direct order. He's my superior officer, my leader, like a father to me."

Yet again, his eyes pleaded for understanding, and once again, she gave it to him. Her throat tightened with unshed tears at the thought of never seeing him again, but she put that aside. There was no way to stop what would happen, best to not worry about it.

Lex kissed his neck gently before sliding off his hood and picking up her canes. Without turning around, she headed to the house. "Stay put."

Puzzled, Bee stayed where he was, leaning against the hood. Ten minutes later, she returned. Lex had freshened up, and changed into more comfortable clothes. She hobbled carefully to the passenger side, and opened the door.

"If there's music to be faced, Bee, we'll do it together."

He stood there smiling, his Spark felt like it was swelling 10 times its size. And for that moment, it didn't matter that he was the youngest and smallest Autobot. At that moment, he felt bigger and taller than even Megatron.

Then Lex ruined it by saying, "Would ya just get in the damn car?" which was quickly followed by, "Aww, did you get me flowers?"