After two weeks, the search ended. The Autobots had to accept that there was nothing more they could do. Mikaela, who felt like she'd wasted her time in coming to NEST, packed up her things and prepared to leave. She felt so helpless. She couldn't stand the little glitch, but she couldn't live with herself, knowing he was hurt or dead. Mikaela hated herself not being able to help. She had nothing to blame herself for, yet she couldn't help feeling guilty or at fault for something. Sam noticed Mikaela standing by her new motorcycle. As curious as he was, he couldn't find the courage to really talk to her. So good ol' Bumblebee did his best to encourage him.

"Say something to her." Bumblebee said, quoting an animated candle stick.

"What's there to say?" Sam replied coldly while leaning against the driver's door. It was questions like these that took Bumblebee some time to properly respond to. These questions were a challenge, but they never shut him up. In a few minutes, Bumblebee found the perfect song.

"Step one, you say "We need to talk." He walks. You say "Sit down its just a talk.""

The radio played just loud enough to catch Mikaela's attention. She turned around. She didn't say a word and let Bumblebee do the talking.

"He smiles politely back at you. You stare politely right on through. Some sort of window to your right. As he goes left and you stay right. Between the lines of fear and blame. You began to wonder why you came. Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night. Had I'd known how to save a life."

Mikaela watched them for a moment. She took one step forward and stopped dead in her tracks like something was holding her back. She turned her back to them and took her cell phone out of her front pocket. A few seconds later Sam's cell phone vibrated. He flipped it open.

im so sorry. i just cant talk 2 u. u must think im so selfish. Sam read. He realized she was just as scared of talking to him as he was to her. They had too much bad history together. Which came with a lot of good history too. But how could they talk to each other like they were acquaintances, after all they'd been through? It just wasn't possible.

its ok. i know what u r going thru. Sam replied. They both looked up from their phones. 'Awkward stare. Time to change the subject.' Sam thought. Luckily Mikaela texted him again.

its my fault. if it werent 4 me, wheelie would be safe w/ me. Sam had to wonder if she was apologizing for their break up. No, she was apologizing for hers and Wheelie's 'break up'.

no its mine. he ran away from me cuz i wuz 2 harsh on him.

really?

yep.

do u miss him?

no! ok. i said this 2 bee 2. i want him back & i want him safe. i just don't want him back in my apartment or my life!

what a shame. from what i heard, he really liked u.

what r u saying? he hates me!

hated, Sam. he hated you.

i still don't get it.

me n wheelie kept in touch 4 a while aftr he left.

left? you kicked him out cuz u didn't want anything else reminding u of me or autobots.

did he tell u that?

yeah.

he lied. hes travel size. not travel convenient. i couldn't keep him in my purse or locked in the shop or crammed in some other small space all his life.

so u let him go so he could hav more freedom?

yeah.

so why'd he come to me?

he hated u when u stole his warrior goddess. he liked u when u accepted him when he had no where else 2 go. that's what he told me.

that's the truth huh?

sure is. Sam felt a punch of guilt hit him in the stomach. It was official. He would admit that he truly sincerely missed Wheelie. Wheelie obviously wasn't super excited about staying in his apartment when he first arrived. But he wouldn't stop going on and on about how he was old news to Warrior Goddess and he'd be a useless runt bot around the rest of the Autobots at base. (Or worse, a useless wreck under someone's foot. Human or Autobot.) It all made sense now. He kept ranting on about it because half of what he was saying was a lie. A cover up story over the truth. i gotta go. txt me if u find anything. Mikaela texted. Sam looked up at her. She was starting her motorcycle.

c u later then?

4 wheelie's sake i hope so. She put the phone away and burned out into the distance. Sam watched her til she was out of sight.

Assuming that he was eves dropping and read the text messages on his phone, Sam asked Bumblebee. "Do you think there's still hope, Bee? For Wheelie or for me and her?" Bumblebee's radio answered.

"We must believe. That again we will receive. We must believe. That its gonna get better. Don't give up. Never give up. We won't stop givin' all we got. Don't give up. Never give up. We won't stop givin' all we got." Sam smiled up at the setting sun, feeling a bit better.

"I think we should go home now." Sam said quietly. Bumblebee's door clicked open and welcomed Sam inside.