A/N: This chapter is purely 'Bee and Sam. I forgot to mention it in the last chapter but I'm not good at romance. Michaela was only ok and I really didn't like Carly so you probably won't see too much of them except for their breakups. Any love mentioned between Sam and the 'bots is familial love.

PS I don't own Transformers

Lungs burning, heart pounding. Fear racing through him, encasing his veins in ice, the only thing keeping him going long after his body began to scream for rest. He skids around a corner, hiding himself by pressing against the wall. The thundering footsteps that had been following him slowed to a walk before stopping just beyond the edge of the wall. His shadow though, stretched much farther. Like a being of its own, the blood-red orbs of the shadow's eyes focused on him; a sharp-toothed cheshire grin almost splitting the thing's face in half.

The shadow's clawed hand crept towards him. As the hand made it under him, the floor seemed to turn to quicksand. He struggled against the inky blackness that tried to swallow him whole. Apparently finding the process too slow, tendrils came up to drag him down. He was aware of nothing but the darkness. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, he was dying and it burned.

Sam woke with the blankets completely tangling his limbs and covering his mouth. He quickly untangled and ungagged himself, quietly panting to catch his breath. Two weeks. Two weeks since the battle of Mission City. In those two weeks the 'bots had set up a temporary base just outside of Tranquility, his relationship with Michaela had taken off, his injuries had been slowly healing, and his nightmares had gotten worse… and worse. It was slightly childish of him, but he was afraid of the looming darkness. At the same time, he was even more afraid of turning on the light; knowing that the light would cast shadows. So instead he lay on his bed hoping that if he was still enough the monsters would leave him alone. He lay there for what seemed both like an eternity and no time at all before he heard a bang and flinched further into the sheets, until he saw Bumblebee out the window. In one fluid motion he was over to the window, had it open and leapt through it at his previously worried, now alarmed guardian. Bumblebee, thoroughly shocked, quickly caught his charge and held him against his chassis. He was momentarily rooted to the spot, cradling his sobbing human before he quickly ducked into the garage.

Sam's vitals had been showing increasingly worrying statuses as the night progressed just like it had every night since coming to the Witwicky home. Sam had assured him that these "nightmares" that were causing this were no big deal but Bumblebee could see the damage the restless nights were doing to him. Each night it seemed as though it was taking Sam longer to calm down and Bumblebee had decided that he was going to find a solution. Since Sam was already awake, why not tonight? He certainly hadn't expected Sam to leap at him through the window and was now rather glad at his decision.

"Sam?" Bumblebee quietly questioned, gently stroking his back with a large finger, being mindful of the injuries still littered across his body. Sam chose not to answer; instead basking in his guardian's warm embrace and the comfort he was giving. After a time, Sam had calmed down to mere silent tears.

"Hey 'Bee?" Sam's voice showed he had been crying. Bumblebee made a trilling noise in acknowledgement without pausing in his ministrations.

"Do you guys ever have nightmares?"

"We don't dream as you do Sam and are therefore incapable of having nightmares."

"You're lucky."

"Do you want to talk about it? Sources indicate it seems to help." Sam shook his head.

"I've always had nightmares, ever since my sister died." Bumblebee froze, but Sam was already continuing on.

"They've have always been tolerable and have gotten got better over the years, but Mission City added a whole new twist to them and I can't take it." His voice dropped to a whisper.

"The worst ones are the ones where I'm completely alone." Bumblebee continued to comfort his charge. Petting him and speaking soft, loving words in Cybertronian, unsure of what he could do.

"I don't like that these nightmares are disturbing your recharge every night."

"It's called sleep 'Bee."

Bumblebee went back over what Sam had said again before saying, "I am unsure of how to get rid of them, but if you would like…" Sam looked up at Bumblebee as he trailed off putting him down, quickly transforming and opening the door closest to Sam. "You can sleep in my cab, so that you know you are not alone." Sam gave a relieved smile in thanks before getting in the back to lie down.

"Thanks 'Bee." Sam said, closing his eyes and murmuring, "love you 'night". Before Sam could actually fall asleep though, Bumblebee voiced his earlier thoughts.

"Sam, databases indicated you to be an only child." Sam's smile turned sad as he looked up at the dashboard and said,

"That's 'cause databases only tell you your biological family"

"What do you mean?" Sam reclosed his eyes.

"Silly," Sam said, already half asleep, very tired now that he knew he was safe. "Family's who's most important to you, not blood or genes." There was a pause before a quiet, "she taught me that." Bumblebee thought for a few moments and Sam had almost fallen asleep completely when he asked,

"Does that make us family?" Smiling at the fact that it had only taken two weeks for a group of mechanical aliens to become as close as family to him he responded,

"Yeah, I guess it does." Curling up further into his best friend, guardian, and brother he promptly fell asleep; dreaming peacefully for the first time in a while with the knowledge he was being watched over and protected. Bumblebee inwardly smiled.

"Love you too, Sam."

A/N: Yeah, I know quite a bit shorter than the last chapter, hope you liked it anyway. I'm not really aiming for a specific length so they'll probably all vary.

Um, yeah, so technically Sam's "sister" is an OC but seeing as how she's already dead I don't think she counts.

I'm so sorry this took as long as it did to get up, I'll do my best not to let it go that long again.

Loved it? Hate it? I won't know unless you review.