Chapter Two

Sam rushed to his dad's car, his heart was about to burst. Tyrell had been right, the line what would Jesus do really did work with his History teacher, he bumped his B- he would have gotten on his family genealogy paper to an A-.

"Yes, yes, I got it, I got an A." Sam pushing the paper into his dad's face, while shoving his backpack in the backseat.

"Wait let me see, A-, hmm…" said Ron with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"It's still an A though,"

Again Ron just hmmed.

Sam was getting ready to argue with him if he said that it wasn't good enough. Finally his Dad just nodded his head, and started to drive off. The rode in silence as they headed out into the main part of the city were all the car dealerships were at.

Until they were driving past a Porsche dealership, when his dad started to turn into it.

"Just a little surprise," said Ron, Sam didn't notice the smirk that was slowly spreading across his dads face he was too busy just looking at all the shiny silver cars.

Sam almost jumped out of his seat with excitement. "No, no way Dad! You got to be kidding me!" He put his notebook to his mouth to stop his girlish giggling.

"Yeah I am, no way, I'm not getting you a Porsche," said Ron laughing. "I got you better than I did Tyrell, your face is ten times better than the face he pulled. Your not going to cry are you son?"

Indeed Sam almost looked like he could cry, "That's not funny" he said icily. Ron merely chuckled and continued to drive till they reached a dealership that looked like a car graveyard. A man in a sorry looking clown suit was standing at the entrance with a sign. Neither noticing the driverless yellow Camaro that turned into the dealership with them.

"This is where we got your brothers truck at, and where you will to." Ron commented, as he parked in front of the building.

"Dad, you said half a car, not a half piece of junk."

"Come on Sam, there not that bad."

"Dad, have you ever seen forty year old virgin?"

"Ya, so"

"Well this is forty" said Sam, motioning towards an old dented black car, then he motion to a red car that was even in worse shape. "This is fifty."

"Sam, No sacrifice no victory," said Ron.

"Ya, ya the old Witwicky moto, I remember. You know Tyrell always said that to me, like you do."

"That's because I raised him right" smirked Ron.

They were cut short when a black man walked out of the office that looked like an old gas station.

"Welcome, my names Bobby Bolivia, like the country without the runs" he said, "What can I do for you."

"Well, my son here is looking to buy his first car," Ron said putting his arm around the pouting Sam.

"You came to me,"

"Had too" muttered Sam. The dealer continued as if he hadn't heard Sam.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B baby, Uncle Bobby B" said the dealer.

Sam began to wonder the rows of cars. Tyrell had said he chose the car he wanted, I guess that he tried to soften the blow he knew would come with getting a car. He couldn't believe that Tyrell would lie about this. Getting a car was the most important thing to happen all year, except for Tyrell going to war, Sam thought with a pain.

Sam spotted a yellow Camaro with black racing strips. Bobby was babbling on "You know kid, the car picks there drivers."

"This is okay, its got racing strips" commented Sam as he got in the car.

"Ya, racing strips….hey I don't know anything about this car. Hey Manny, where this car come from" yelled Bobby.

"I don't know boss, I ain't never seen it before" yelled back Manny.

Sam stopped paying attention and checked out the inside of the car. "Feels nice," as he rubbed the steering wheel. He noticed a symbol on the wheel, covered in dirt. He gently rubbed it off, it was a symbol of some robot.

"How much?," said Ron.

"Due to the semi nature of the car, and the custom paint job," Bobby began.

"But its faded" argued Sam.

"Ya but its custom,"

"Its custom faded?" said Sam.

"Well anyway, $5,000 dollars," said Bobby holding up 5 fingers.

"No way I'm going over $4,000," said Ron.

"Okay kid get out of the car," said Bobby.

"But you said car picks there drivers" Sam stated, slightly agitated. He wanted this car, none others.

"Ya, but sometimes cars pick drivers with cheap-ass fathers," said Bobby. Sam reluctantly got out of the car. It seemed wrong, like he should not get out of the car, but it seemed like Bobby wasn't going any lower in his price, and Sam knew his dad he wasn't going to budge. Bobby proceeded to show him a yellow bug, but as soon as he got the door closed the Camaro's passenger side door open and knocked the bug over a couple of feet.

"Are you ok?' asked Ron worriedly.

"Ya, my man can bet this out. Hey Manny go get a hammer and bet this dent out baby" yelled Bobby laughing nervously. "Well we have a car, over here. It's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabamy."

He began to walk towards a blue car at the end of the lot. Suddenly all the windows in the cars and buildings busted. Sam threw himself onto the ground, glass was flying everywhere. Bobby looked around at all of his ruined cars, and then looked at Sam and Ron who were getting up from the ground. "$4,000."

"Deal" yelled Sam, before his father could answer.

Sam drove his new car home from the dealership. Happy, even if it was not the greatest car in the world, it was definitely better than Ty's truck. Though the money Ty gave him from the sale of the truck was the only reason he managed to get enough money to buy the car. Sam wondered when Ty's next letter would come, even though he would be home next week, he always wrote home. Sam missed his brother more than he admitted to, to his parents. He turned on the radio letting it play gently in the background. If he imagined it, he could almost swear that the engine was humming along with the song.

Judith was waiting by the door when Sam drove up in his new car.

"Oh, Sam it's a nice car," she said with the straightest face she could muster. Ron chuckled at her face, she shot him a glare.

"Thanks mom," he said, kissing her on the check before going inside to check his E-bay page.

"So Ron, did you pull the Porsche trick again?" asked Judy.

"Ya, and you should have seen the look on Sam's face, it was better than Tyrell's…." Ron stopped mid-sentence looking at Judy. Judy wasn't very happy when someone mentioned Tyrell, she still hadn't gotten over the fact that he joined up and actually went to war. Ron knew that she missed him like crazy and wanted him home, but she was still angry over his choices. The few weeks Tyrell had before he was deployed they had more than one big fight.

"Well we better get started in the yard, if we want to finish today" was all Judy said, turning away from Ron.

About an hour later Sam left for a party at the lake.

Judy and Ron worked on the yard till it got dark. They were preparing supper for themselves when a special report came onto the TV cutting off their garden show.

"Wonder what happened this time," said Ron as he sat down to watch it.

The Secretary of Defense appeared on the screen. "Citizens of America, I'm sorry to report that yesterday our base in Qatar was attacked. As of now we cannot confirm that there were any survivors. Our bases around the world are at Defcon Delta, the highest security measure we have. We are dealing with a weapon system we have not come across before. Our prayers go out to the family and friends of the soldiers that were stationed there."

Ron just stared at the TV, Qatar, he must of heard wrong. No way the base Tyrell was stationed on could have been destroyed. It must be wrong, he is supposed to be home next week.

But it wasn't wrong, it kept saying it over and over.

"Ron what's the matter" she asked coming into the room with a glass of wine in her hand. She looked at the T.V, the wine glass fell from her hand, she couldn't believe it. Base attacked, no known survivors, Tyrell couldn't be dead, that base couldn't be the one that Ty was at. It must be a mistake. Judith grabbed the stack of Ty's letters that she kept, from the night table. Ty must have wrote down a different base, she was just over reacting. Her hands shook as she open a letter, the very first one he sent, almost six months ago.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm finally here, stationed at the base, its called Qatar….

Judy couldn't think, didn't want to. Ron stood up, and wrapped his arms around her, as she burst into tears.

"I didn't even say I was sorry for all the things I said to him" she cried into her husband's shoulder.

"He knew you didn't mean it, he told me before he left" he whispered.

They stayed in that position until Sam arrived home, whistling as he came into the door.

"Hey mom, dad you forgot to pick up the mail, there's a letter from Tyre….." trailed off Sam, as he looked at his parents, letter still in his hands. "What's the matter? You guys look like someone hit Mojo."

Judy tried to speak, but she couldn't choke out the words. Ron finally managed to get out the words.

"Your brother's base in Qatar was attacked, there are no known survivors."

Sam just stood there, Tyrell dead, no this must be one of dad's cruel jokes.

''Dad this is a not funny, stop joking about stuff like that," Sam said, almost pleading.

Ron didn't answer, just looked sadly at him. Sam realized that dad wasn't joking.

"No, no" Sam turned on his heels and ran into his room. He jumped on his bed and began to cry like he was five years old again. He cried till he couldn't cry no more, Tyrell promised that he would come back. It wasn't till then did he realize that he still had the letter in his hands. Sam just stared at it; the world seemed to slow down, as he opened it.

Dear Sam….. Sam could barely read the rest of the letter, new tears began to fall out of his eyes as he read what his brother had wrote. Sam realized that Tyrell sent this off moments before the attack. Sam was holding one of the last things Tyrell had held.

Sam couldn't make himself believe that there was hope. The government hadn't found any, so how could Tyrell be alive. Sam jumped when he felt the arms of his mother wrap around him. Sam again began crying in his mother's arms.

"Sh.. Sammy, I'm here," whispered Judy, as Sam continued to cry through the night.

Bumblebees POV

Something was wrong with his charge, after exchanging brief communications with his parents, he had run into his room and proceeded to leak. Bumblebee looked up the meaning of this leaking and found it was called crying, and humans did it when they were sad. Bee wondered why his charge was sad, as well as his charges parents for they were leaking to and from his scans had been for awhile. Bee heard the phone ring inside the house, he quickly tapped into the phone line to listen to what was being communicated.

"Hello" said his charges father said.

"Ron, I was just watching the news. I'm sorry to ask this, but was Tyrell still at the base?" said the unidentified female.

Bee saw Ron take a shaky breath. "Yes Martha, Tyrell was at the base."

Base? What base, and who was this Tyrell? Bee cut the connection, absolutely positive that whoever this Tyrell was and what happened at the base was upsetting the Witwicky's. Bee's eyes wondered to the TV that was visible through the windows, a little message was flashing up on the top of the screen. THE BASE IN QATAR WAS ATTACKED YESTERDAY.

Bee went online and watched the whole announcement, he then proceeded to look up the name Tyrell with associations to the Witwicky. What popped up made Bumblebee's spark about to break.

This Tyrell was Sam's spark brother. Ron and Judy's other sparkling, he knew his charge Sam had a brother, heard Ron mention it at the dealership. Bumblebee canceled his plans to contact the other Autobots that night, even though he knew it was foolish to do so. He knew without a doubt that it had been a Decepticon that had destroyed the base, nothing else on earth, short of an A-bomb could wipe out that many soldiers without leaving any survivors. He decided he would stay right here to watch over his charge.

Sam POV

The next morning Sam had to drag himself out of bed. The grief of losing Tyrell was awful, already family and friends were calling, saying they were sorry. A few even came over to comfort Judy and Ron. Sam couldn't stand being in the house, so he did the only thing he could do he jumped into his new car and drove away. Sam didn't really care where he was going, it seemed as if the car was guiding him away from the city and out to the hill he had broken down with Mikeala just last night. Sam couldn't believe that it was only last night that happened, it seemed like years ago. The car rolled to a stop right where it had last night.

Sam got out of the car and just sat on the hood, looking out over the hill, allowing the grief to wash out any other thoughts. All he could see was his brother's smiling face, as he told Sam stories and convincing him to pull pranks on their parents.

Flashback:

"Gosh Sammy, sometimes I think you're going crazy like great- great grandpa," said an eight year old Tyrell to a six year old Sam.

"Gwandpa was cwazy?" asked a confused Sam.

"Ya he was," and Tyrell told Sam for the first time about the Captain, even letting Sam put on the glasses.

"There you go Sam, now you do look like Grandpa," said Tyrell smirking. "MOMMY, grandpa is back from the dead," yelled Tyrell while running away from Sam acting scared.

Needless to say Judith wasn't amused. "Tyrell Orrin Witwicky, what have I told you about messing with your grandpa's old things." ….

A now nine year old Tyrell was getting a seven year old Sam to do a nasty trick on their dad. "Okay Sam all have to do is to walk onto the grass, and start moving dad's plants around." The two trouble makers began to move their way around dad precious grass and moving the plants that were in pots to different locations. Then hiding with the garden hose, they waited for their dad to show up.

When Ron finally did walk into the back yard, he was shocked at what he saw, his clean organized yard, in shambles. "Boys" he yelled, when a spray of water hit his chest, splashing up into his face. Ron wiped the water from his face, as he heard the sounds of laughter from behind a clump of bushes. Ron grabbed a bucket that the boys had filled, planning to use it as their second attack, and walked over to the bushs.

"Hey boys" said Ron as he dumped the water over the two. After that a water war irrupted, ending when everything was soaked and Ron and the boys laughing. Before Judy came home and they all got yelled at.

A fourteen year old Sam walked away from school, hiding his bruised face. He had been cornered by a couple of bullies at the end of the day and they had decided to have a little fun. A hand caught his shoulder.

"Sam, what happened?"

Sam turned to look up into the eyes of his brother, who looked mad.

When Sam didn't arrive immeditaly in the parking lot like he usually did after school, Tyrell had decided to come look for him. He saw him walking across the lawn, and even from that distance Ty could tell something was wrong.

"Nothing," he muttered tying to go around his brother.

Tyrell caught his arm, "Who"

Sam looked at his feet. "No-one, Ty, let's just go home"

Tyrell clutched his jaw, but agreed to go home. But he soon left afterwards, telling their mom that he needed to go to the library for research. Judy had just nodded to busy putting ice on Sam's face, she had bought Sam's excuse of running into a doorway, Ron, not so much. He had asked the same questions as Tyrell. Two days later, Sam saw the boys that had beat him up showing signs of a beating themselves. When they saw him, they turned away looking scared. Sam found his brother later, his fist's swollen. Sam never asked, Tyrell never told. Sam never questioned after that day that if Tyrell loved him, or if he just tolerated him like most other big brothers seemed to do with their brothers. Ty had always been there, protecting him. No one ever bothered him like that ever again.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Sam smiled at the memories, glad that he had so many good ones to remember his brother with. He realized that his parents were probably worried about him; he had been lost in his memories for several hours. He drove home, his mom hugged him when he came into the house, not saying anything, just glad that he was home safe again. Sam spent the rest of the day at the house, working, trying to keep his mind busy. He went soon went out into the garage where his car was when more people showed up.

He began to clean the garage, finding that keeping his hands busy kept his feelings at bay. Until he found a picture of his brother and himself at the lake last summer, they were both smiling, completely soaked, he began to cry again. He left it out there in the garage, as he went in for supper, making sure that all his tears were wiped away.

Bumblebee waited until his charge was inside before he transformed and gently picked up the picture to look at. His charge was grinning ear to ear with his brother. They both looked happy, Bee was sorry that his war was the cause of Sam's heart ache. He gently set it down, before transforming back; he knew that he had to contact the others tonight. If he left it off for another night, who knows what else would happen, how many other human families would have to suffer from lost loved ones like the ones he was guarding, because of his war.

Sam sank gratefully into his bed at the end of the day. But he didn't get to sleep long, he was awoken by the sound of his car being started.

Well this is the end of chapter two. Hope you enjoyed it; I will have more of Tyrell in the next one. I'm probably not going to go into detail about what happens to Sam over the next day, it goes back to the original story plot there. Please review, I would enjoy knowing what you think of it.