By the time they made it to South Gate, CA, it was already starting to get dark out. Not dark enough that Alise couldn't see out of Bee's front window, but enough that they knew they needed to find a place to stay for the night. They found an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the city, but neither of them wanted to pack it in for the night just yet. They drove around for a few hours sight-seeing and getting to know the city. And each other.

Bee had asked Alise about home; her friends, family, etc. He was honestly curious about her life. When he first looked at her after he caught her, she had this... look, about her. Not particularly the why she looked physically, but how she looked at him. The first human who saw him was an old male who had come to investigate after he landed. The male had screamed and ran away in fear after taking one look at him. Bee cringed at the memory, and we he first saw Alise and her friends coming through the desert, he stayed hidden in the shadows, not wanting to frighten them, too. But after he caught Alise in the air, she didn't scream or cower. She looked at him with her deep brown eyes and begged him to save her friend. He was taken back at the request. Did she realize she was talking to an alien robot or had the hit she'd taken clouded her judgment?

But she was so desperate, and the pain she was feeling was radiating off of her that he could almost feel it himself. He knew he couldn't deny her what she asked of him, not that he would not had fought off the con in the first place. But while he was fighting, he couldn't help but think it was for her. He was honestly surprised when she came to help, risking her life for his. And then later when the group of humans had come to capture him, she had stood in their way and spoke to them in a different tongue. When the male human had raised his weapon towards her, Bee's Spark had stopped. There was no way he was letting him hurt her. So he did all he could in that situation (that didn't involve blasting the male to a crisp with his cannon.) He took her.

She told him about her parents, and about their pleasant lives and tragic deaths. About her home, the reason her and her friends were walking out in the desert in the first place, and about Camila and Sal. Bee had learned that the friend 'Sal' was the male who raised his weapon towards her. He didn't say anything, but it made his blood boil. He was still curious about something though.

"' What about (static) your (static) skill?'"

"My skill?" she asked, confused by his question.

"'You speak (static) in tongues.'"

"Oh! You mean my languages," she realized. "What about them?"

"'How did (static) you learn to (static) speak another's (static) language?"

Alise thought for a moment. "Well, I grew up in a town where many people spoke only Spanish, so I learned that as I had learned English growing up. My dad spoke Russian and he taught me everything he knew about that language, also. I took French in high school and also some courses in Italian while I was at it. And then when I went to college I majored in Spanish and French and took other official classes in Russian and Italian. After that I took a sign language courses."

"'So you know more (static) than one?'"

"Yeah. I know five including English and then sign language."

Bee was impressed. It wasn't uncommon for a Cybertronian to know multiple languages because most of the time they could just download them. But for a human, it was impressive.

Alise jumped when a loud and drawn out, "'DAMNNNN!'" came through the speakers. She laughed.

"So what about you, Bee? What's your life story?"

Bee couldn't tell her much because he could only say so much through the radio. He was able to tell her, though, that a civil war had destroyed his planet and that he and a few others had escaped in search of an object they wanted to use to rebuild. However, others had escaped the planet, also in search of the object, and they wanted to use it for more evil purposes. After he finished, Alise was a little disappointed he couldn't voice the details, and he could see this.

"'Don't worry, (static) bell. It will all (static) be explained soon."'

She smiled and stroked the steering wheel gently. "Okay, Bee."

It was dark now. The lights of the city were all light up and Bee and Alise were driving on a busy road, heading back to the warehouse. Alise was amazed by all the colorful lights of the city. Living in a small town, they weren't something you saw, unless it was the neon open sign of the downtown diner. She never got over how beautiful they were in Phoenix.

"I wonder what it looks like all together," Alise mused. Bee gave a confused chirp.

"'What was that (static) bell?"

"The lights of the city. I wonder what they look like all together. You only ever get to see bits and pieces of them." She stayed quiet for the moment, thinking.

An idea came to Bee's mind. He suddenly sped up a little, passing all the cars in front of them. Alise was shaken out of her thoughts.

"Bee?" she questioned. "Where are we going?"

"'We're going to a place where the sun never sets, the size of your wallet matters, and actors and actresses slave all day.'" She recognized the voice from a cartoon she used to watch as a kid.

"Where?"

"'I said to Hollywood," he replied, and she knew it was part of a quote from Top Gun.

"Hollywood? Why are we going there?"

"'You'll see.'"

They drove for a little while longer, Alise still asking Bee why they were heading to Tinsel town, but he wasn't budging. After about ten minutes of Bee driving entirely too fast and weaving through other cars, they arrived in Hollywood. Bee drove around the city on a dirt road and didn't stop until they reached a deserted area near a large billboard for toothpaste that was surrounded by a fence. Alise stepped out of Bee and she watched as he transformed into his bipedal mode. He looked different from the last time she saw him in this form, the yellow and black coloring of her '77 now shading his armor. It suited him.

"What now?" she asked him, not longer being able to hide her curiosity. He smiled and pointed up.

"'Up.'" he voiced simply, with a smirk.

"Up?"

"'Up.'"

She looked around. The only thing they could go 'up' on was the billboa...

"Oh no!" she yelled. The billboard was at least twenty meters high, and she was feeling dizzy just looking at it. "I am not going up there!" She looked back up at the board and noticed it was being shined on by bright spotlights. "Plus, someone would see us up there with those lights shining on us."

Bee smiled and tapped his head twice, as if to say 'Already go that covered.' He walked over to a small generator that was near them and placed his hand on it. He seemed to concentrate for a moment, and then the lights when out.

Alise sighed. Well that blew that out of the water, she thought. "I don't know, Bee."

Bee grinned. "'Do you really (static) think I'd (static) drop (static) you?'"

"Not intentionally."

Bee laughed. "'Do you trust me?'" and he placed his hand in front of her. She nodded.

"Yes."

He smiled again. "'Then let's hop to it!'"

She climbed up on his hand wearily and he slowly lifted her onto his shoulder.

"'Hang on (static) tight," he said, and when she grabbed onto his armor and sat in the crook of his neck, he quickly stepped over the fence. We he started to climb the billboard, they weren't ten feet off the ground before Alise let out a nervous squeak.

"'Just close your eyes and hold your breath," Bee voiced and she recognized the quote from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. She did what he said, and he continued to climb. After a few minutes, she felt Bee stop, but she was afraid to open her eyes.

"'Bell,'" he voiced quietly. "'Open (static) your eyes.'"

Alise slowly opened them. And she was greeted with a gorgeous sight.

Beneath them were the lights of Los Angeles, all shining and glowing in their glory. There were so many colors, that Alise couldn't count them all, but she loved every one of them. All the buildings were lit up, and on the streets she could swear she saw a large sparkler go off. The cars were passing by with their lights, too, making the city blink and twinkle. It was so beautiful.

"Bee," she gasped. "This is amazing! How did you know about this place?"

Bee laughed. "'Google.'"

She smiled and rested her head up against his cheek, just sitting there. He tensed for a moment, but then relaxed and put his exceptionally large head press gently against hers. At that moment, they both felt their hearts (or in his case Spark) elate and beat fondly for each other.

It was cold up there, but the warmth coming off him kept her warm. She inwardly wondered how the billboard was supporting Bee's weight, but she didn't question it, not wanting to think about the two of them falling over fifty feet to the ground. Putting that thought aside, she sighed contently, looking from the lights to Bee.

"Thank you, Bee. This is incredible." After she said this, she looked over at him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, a blush creeping across her face. Bee's head shot up for a moment and his eyes widened, as he lightly touched his cheek like a surprised teenaged boy. He thought his Spark was going to burst. He looked over at her and smiled.

"'No problem, (static) bell."

After about ten or so more minutes of standing up on the billboard, Bee and Alise drove back to the warehouse in South Gate. It was 10:27 now and they both knew that tomorrow was going to be a busy day. The two of them were going to start to look for the said name was Sam Witwicky. Alise brought her bags out of the back seat before Bee transformed and she pulled out the blanket she had from her duffel bag. Bee wanted to stretch his legs for the night because he spent mostly all day in his car form, so she wasn't going to be able to sleep on the seat again, and she wasn't going to ask to exhausted bot either. He propped himself against a wall of the warehouse, and Alise laid her blanket on the floor next to him. It was a chilly night in the old building, but she was just going to have to make do. However, when she laid on the floor, the blanket didn't help much as a chill was sent up her spine from the cold. She squirmed involuntarily, and Bee noticed.

"'You okay?'"

She faked a smile. "Yeah, it's just a little cold, that's all."

Bee looked at her for a moment. He drummed his fingers nervously on the floor next to her a little before he said, "'You want to (static) sleep (static) up here?'"

She was taken back by his question a little, but looked at him and smiled. Let's see, she thought to herself. Ice cold floor or Bee? "Sure," she said thankfully. "Only if you don't mind."

Bee smirked. "'I don't.'"

She laughed and climbed on his hand when he offered it to her. He placed her directly on the armor shielding his Spark, and he watched as she settled and pulled the blanket over herself. She looked at him and smiled one last time before saying, "'Night, Bee."

"'Goodnight, (static) bell.'"

She fell asleep quickly, tracing circles on his armor.

Bee watched her sleep for a little and he was delighted at how contently she had fallen asleep on him. He gently ran one of his massive fingers through her brown hair, loving its texture and softness and warmth. He could have been like that for hours but he wasn't really paying attend. He was preoccupied watching the little femme lying peacefully on him. At one point though, she seemed to stir a little and Bee stopped tracing her hair.

"Bee," she said drowsily, and then the stirring stopped, and she was quiet once more.

Bee's breathing stopped. He couldn't explain what it was in the bottom of his Spark he was feeling at that moment, but whatever it was, he made a vow to himself.

Nothing was going to harm this femme. Alise. His Alise.

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