Sorry for the late update. I was trying to find some new ideas. Well, after a lot of thinking and brainstorming, I came up with a good idea, though it is a tad alarming, and to some of you, depressing. Well, without further delay, here's chapter 3!!!!

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"Sam…You have shot me, abandoned me, and every time, you ran to Mikaela. And now, multiple decades later, you apologize. Well, fleshy, I have one thing to say to you:" Bumblebee said, trying to sound convincingly angry. Sam cringed, waiting for Cybertronian cursing and the yellow robot to come raging after him, guns at the ready. "Sam Witwicky, I forgive you." The middle aged man nearly fell over at his old friend's words.

"Y-Y-You mean it?" He stuttered.

"Every word." Bee looked down smiling.

"…Bumblebee…" Sam sobbed. He ran over to Bumblebee and clasp onto his yellow armor, hoping that his grasp would never have to loosen. The giant robot started stroking his back, and making calming clicking noises Sam looked up, his dark hair plastered to his face, with big regretting eyes. Bumblebee smiled down at him and picked him up, and transformed.

"Let's go for a drive." He said through the radio. Sam got in laughing and they both drove off, into the receding rain-Unaware that Mikaela had seen everything.

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"But Sam! I just wanted to go for a drive. Put the gun away.If you want me to leave just ask-" Bumblebee pleaded.

"Get out of her robot! Go away!!!" Sam raised his gun maliciously and laughed demonically. He pulled the trigger and-

Sam burst upward in a cold sweat. He wiped the condensation from his brow and got up.He looked around puzzled by the unfamiliar room. It was HUGE to say the least. The ceiling was at least fifty feet up and the door was at least thirty five. He stood up and walked over to the door. It was, thankfully, an automatic door so he could easily get out of the giant room. He now remembered what happened the day before. He had fallen asleep in Bumblebee and he must've made him a makeshift bed. A sudden rise in voices made him look down the right corridor. Bumblebee and another bright green yellow Transformer-Sam had forgotten his name- Some kind of tool…Razor? Hatchet? Ratchet!!!- He recovered. Well, Ratchet and Bumblebee were arguing about something. Then he realized that he might of forgotten the rest of the Autobots' names. Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Jazz, and…Ironsides? No, Ironhide! He congratulated himself for remembering them all. Just then three more robots turned the corner, unaware of him. One looked like a police car, and the other two were identical. One red, one yellow. The police car had a red 'V' shape on his forehead; and he didn't look too happy. He had the other two by their scruff bars, but the two didn't look scared. They were just giggling-trying to keep their laughter in. Sam watched as the police car led the two through a door. Sam followed them, careful not to be seen. He pressed his ear to the door.

"The twins painted Ironhide pink again." A voice, very calm, but almost aggressive, said. Sam guessed it was the police car. Then Sam heard a voice he recognized.

"Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, how many times does this make?" Optimus!

"Twenty four." Another voice. This one sounded very young and insolent.

"That makes four times a day, giving we've only been here six weeks." Another, that sounded about the same age. The third voice, Sam guessed was the red one, had a tinge of an accent that sounded Australian.

"Prowl, I think you can find a suitable punishment for these two." Prime again.

"Yes sir." The first voice said. Police car is Prowl, red one is Sideswipe, and the yellow one is Sunstreaker… Sam guessed accurately. He turned back, realizing the three newcomers were emerging from Optimus' office. He noticed a pink robot coming down the hall, with an expression of pure hate and rage. Sam wondered who she was… The twins painted Ironhide pink again…Prowl's voice played in his head. IRONHIDE?!Sam struggled not to laugh. He noticed Bumblebee and Ratchet were still fighting. The sound of a door shutting made him whip around to see the twins grinning madly at their latest victim.

"Boys…Why am I…PINK!?!?!" Ironhide lunged for the two.

"Sides! Now he's HOT pink!!! RUN!!!" Sideswipe fell over in laughter and Sunstreaker ran through a corridor, and about a minute later he was sprinting down the corridor Ironhide had just come through. Ironhide, having already knocked Sideswipe out, turned to the yellow twin and unleashed the remainder of his fury. Sam managed to get out of the scuffle in one piece, and after brushing himself off, he walked over to Bee.

"Are they always like this?" Bumblebee didn't answer.

"Bee?" Bumblebee turned to Sam eerily. Black streaks from each optic signaled their equivalent to crying.

"Sam…R-Ratchet…He found something…And it's not good." He choked.

"What'd he find?" Sam dared to ask.

"Y-You have…Cancer."

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Imma so evil. This was getting too happy. Sorry to crash the party.T.T