When Alise woke up the next morning, she felt as though she was in a cocoon of warmth. She was content and comfortable, and the thought of staying there had crossed her mind more than once, but she knew she needed to arise. Today was the day they would search for the Witwicky boy. Alise opened her eyes drowsily. She first saw the walls of the old warehouse in front of her, the sun shining in through a broken window, and pieces of glass and debris on the ground. Then she looked up, and saw her sleeping Bee.

His eyelids were closed, and his whole body was in a relaxed position up against the wall. He was as still as a rock. It took Alise a moment to realize that the reason she felt so cocoon imbedded was because Bee had put his hand over her in a fixed position, so that he wasn't placing any of his weight on her, but they were still touching. Alise smiled and blushed a little. He probably wanted to keep me warm, she thought. She placed a small kiss on one of his massive fingers and carefully climbed out of her little cave, not wanting to wake him. He was probably exhausted from the previous day's traveling, so she wanted him to have as much rest as he needed.

She wasn't that far off the ground standing on him, so she jumped off the side of him, and landed on her feet with a small thump. She yawned and stretched, and then walked over to her duffel bag and pulled out the bag of chips from the day before. She ate a few, and then put the bag back in her duffel bag. Then she took the entire bag with her and started to walk over to a large cinderblock. She snuck to the other side of it and started to change into a different pair of clothes. She didn't want Bee waking up and seeing her undressing.

She had no idea how she looked, but she didn't feel clean. She hated the feeling, but knew that the new pair of clothes would probably help. They did. While she was picking up her discarded shirt, however, she neglected to see an exposed nail coming out of the cinderblock and she scraped against it, leaving a deep and long slice along her arm. She squeaked in pain.

"Dammit!" she muttered, and she cringed as the blood started to leak down her arm. She quickly took a look around the cinderblock to make sure Bee hadn't heard her, and let out a relieved sigh to see that he was still asleep. She quickly scrounged through bag to find something to stop the bleeding, but only found one of her favorite scarves lying at the bottom of the bag. She frowned, not wanting to ruin it, but she knew it was the best thing to help her. She tightly wound the scarf around her arm and prayed that the blood wouldn't seep through. She also changed her shirt from the short sleeved one she was wearing to the long sleeved flowing one she currently had one, trying to hide the 'bandage'. She packed all her items, (wary of the nail this time) put her hair in a ponytail, and turned around the corner back to Bee.

As she was walking, she noticed something in the corner of her bag. It was her phone. Suddenly, a deep sinking feeling crept into her heart. Camila. She was probably worried sick. Alise knew she needed to get a call out to her. She was afraid of being tracked earlier, but she knew she needed to call, just to let her now she was alright.

Alise hesitantly turned the phone on and cringed at the screen. 29 missed calls. 52 text messages. 13 voice mails.

She looked at a few of the text messages, not daring to listen to the voicemails. Only scrolling through a few of them, she noticed that the majority of them were from Camila and Sal. Most of them said things such as ALISE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? from Sal or Lise! Please, PLEASE answer our messages! We don't know what's happened to you! Her heart was breaking, and she knew that this would be the right choice. She stepped quickly and quietly out the door of the warehouse, and dialed Camila's number, putting *67 in front of it just to be safe. The phone rang twice before she answered.

"Hello?" she said in a drowsy Spanish. Alise was silent for a moment and as it always does, her mind switched to Spanish also.

"Umm, hi Cam," Alise said slowly, not wanting to give her a heart attack.

Camila was silent for a moment. Then she erupted.

"A-a-lise?" she stammered. "Oh my god! You're okay! Oh my god, you're okay!" She sounded like she was about to break down, but was also elated.

"Cam, I was never in danger, hun."

Camila went silent. "Never in danger?" she spit out. "You were taken by a damn psychotic robot! What do you mean you weren't in danger?"

"He wasn't going to hurt me, Cam!" Alise defended.

Camila groaned, frustrated. "I'm calling, Sal. Where are you?"

Alise's eyes grew wide. "No, no, no, no! You cannot, I repeat can-not tell Sal I called! I only called you to let you know I was okay."

"And why not?" Camila asked angrily. "He is freaking out! He called the damn FBI!"

Alise gulped. "Cam, you weren't there that night," Alise said softly. "He pointed a gun at me! He looked at me like I was the enemy!"

"He told me you wouldn't get out of the damn way!"

"No, I didn't."

"And why not? That thing nearly killed the six of us that night! When we realized you weren't there, we flipped! Sal wanted to run back and get you, but Tono convinced him to get the police first! What in the hell were you thinking?"

Alise paused. "It wasn't him."

Camila sighed angrily. "What do you mean it wasn't him?"

Alise sighed. "The one I wouldn't let them shoot was the one that caught me after the other one hit me into the air. The same one who saved you from being stomped like a bug."

Camila was silent. "So there was another one?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yes, of course there was! What did you think happened to the other one? He just fell over?" Alise responded sarcastically. "He saved you! And me!"

Camila made a little 'hmp' noise. "Well, I'm sorry! When you're being chased like a wild dog you're not thinking straight! I didn't know if it was real or if I was just so damn scared out of my mind..."

Camila didn't finish and Alise sighed. She did understand, but she needed to make her see that she needed to be there. With Bee.

"I need to help him."

Camila paused. "You're with it?" Camila yelled. "What are you going to help it with? Teach it some native customs? Some English phrases? You going to be his rag doll or something?"

"It's a little more complicated than that, Cam. And he needs my help. And I'm going to do it."

"Alise-"

"Cam. I'm not leaving him."

Camila was silent, and let out a frustrated sigh. "You stubborn, stubborn bitch."

Alise smiled. She knew Camila was over the worst of it. "Love you, too, Cam."

A sigh came through the phone line. "Just be careful okay? I won't tell Sal, but you have to promise me, promise me, you're going to be safe, Lise. If I lost you, I think I'd die."

"I will be, okay? And thanks, Cam, I owe you. I'll try and get a call out when I can, but I can't guarantee that will be soon-"

"Don't worry about me, okay? Worry about yourself, and your, umm, friend."

"I will. I love you, Cam. I'll talk to you soon."

"I love you, too, Lise. Be safe."

"You, too."

With that, Alise hung up the phone and turned it off again. She was happy she could get a call out to her and let her know she was safe. At least that was off her chest.

Alise was greeted by a gentle breeze and she took in a deep breath, looking at the clear, blue, cloudless sky. It was a lovely day, she concluded, and she also thought that it would be a good day to look for Witwicky. As she took in another soothing breath, she suddenly heard loud chirp coming from the inside of the warehouse, it sounding confused and worried. Bee's up! Alise thought happily as she ran back inside, and called out to him before she could see him.

"I'm over here, Bee!" she called out, and she turned the corner to see him standing with her blanket in his hand, a worried expression on his metal face. He looked tense and stilled, but visually relaxed when he saw her in tact around the corner. "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you."

A nervous chuckle came through his speakers. "'Don't scare me (static) like that.'".

"Sorry, Bee," she said honestly. She walked over to him and then her voice turned humorous. "I promise the next time I wake up early, I'll get you right up."

He chuckled and then he placed his hand in front of again. She eagerly got on and he lifted her to his face. Without thinking, she placed her forehead on his, and before she had the time to fix her thought to be mistake, she found that he was placing a small amount of pressure on hers also. She blushed, but smiled when she noticed him watching her carefully, as if trying to look for any indications that he had gone too far. She stayed where she was. Happy that she wasn't showing any signs of regret, Bee slowly lifted his head and brushed his large metal lips against Alise's forehead. She blushed redder.

"'Where did you (static) go?'" he voiced, his lips still gently grazing her forehead.

She sighed and looked up to fully look at his face. "I called Camila to let her know I was okay. I didn't tell her where we were, but I asked her not to tell Sal I called. I didn't know how he would react to us traveling together."

Bee moved his face away from hers and nodded, agreeing with her. "'It's probably (static) for the (static) best.'"

She shook her head and smiled. "Yeah." She paused for a moment before continuing. "As much as I would like to stay here, Bee, we need to find Sam," she commented with a smirk.

Bee chirped, annoyed, but nodded. "'We should (static) probably be going.'"

However, even after he said that, it was at least another ten minutes before they actually left, not wanting to leave their positions.

Bee was able to hack into the all the public school records in South Gate in search of Witwicky, who apparently was high school aged. After a few hours of searching through thousands of faces and records, Bee found the high school he attended, and the two decided to wait outside the school for the boy. Bee was parked on one of the corners across from the school under a shady tree, with Alise, (of course) in the driver's seat. Alise didn't even know what Witwicky looked like, but Bee did from having found him searching through the files. Neither of them really knew what they planned to do when they saw him, but Alise figured they'd just wing it.

It was a long day. They didn't exactly know when the school normally was let out, so the two basically waited outside all day, waiting for the dismissal bell to ring. The two talked for a while, Alise took a nap, and then they listened to the radio for a little in silence. That was their day. However, around 2:30, the bells on the outside of the school rang and the Monday worked students of the high school ran out, excited for the end of the first day of the week.

"Do you see him, Bee?" Alise asked, trying to look herself, knowing it was useless considering she didn't know what he looked like.

"'Negatory,'" Bee answered, but then he suddenly chirped. "'Blue (static) shirt, beige (static) jacket, (static) jeans.(static) He's running."

Alise quickly recognized the boy running in the quickly dispersed crowd. He was running towards a car waiting the street. Alise started to open Bee's door, and he chirped, confused. "'Bell?'"

"Hold on," she whispered to him and she closed the door behind her. She walked across the street quickly, and passed the car as the boy jumped in excitedly. She sat on a nearby bench and listened nonchalantly. She couldn't catch everything the two were saying, but basically, the boy had gotten an A- on a project and now he was getting a car, while his father agreed with these terms. This gave Alise an idea. The two pulled away, and Alise ran back to Bee.

"You have to follow them!" Alise said as she climbed into the driver's seat.

"'What are (static) we doing?'"

"He's looking for a car. And guess who's going to be that car?" she said with a smirk.

Bee paused and then it sounded like a groan came through the speakers.

Alise and Bee found the father and son and followed them through the streets of South Gate. Alise watched with surprise as the two pulled into a Porsche dealership and then laughed out loud as she watched the son getting ecstatic, believing he was getting such a car, and then disappointment and annoyance cross his face when she saw the father start to laugh, and pull out of the parking lot. It didn't take long before the two pulled into the real destination, which was Bolivia's Finest Quality Used Cars and Petting Zoo, a run-down car dealership with an ostrich and a clown with an advertisement poster in the parking lot. She watched as the two exited their vehicle and walked to a dark-skinned man in a goofy looking hat.

"Bee," she said quickly, "You have to get him to buy you. It's the only way you can get close to him!"

Bee chirped. A voice saying, "'And what about you?'" came on.

"You let me off here, and I'll-" She was cut off by the sound of the seatbelt wrapping around her body. She sighed.

"Bee, this is our only chance!"

"'And what (static) are you going (static) to do?'" he asked once more.

"I'm going to wait here and watch. If he picks you, I'm going to head to the warehouse and you can meet me there tonight. If not, then come and pick me up."

Bee was silent. She stroked the steering wheel.

"Bee, we have to do this."

There was another silent moment, but then the seatbelt unlatched and she smiled. She kissed the odd symbol on the steering wheel.

"Thanks, Bee. I'll see you later, okay? Hurry back!" She opened the door and stepped out as she heard an, "'Always,'" come from the radio. He waited there for a moment, and then he drove off and into Bolivia's parking lot, nonchalantly parking next to an old bug looking car. She watched as Sam, his father, and the dark-skinned man talked for awhile, and then walked around the lot a little and eventually, up to Bee. The dark-skinned man looked around and shouted, "Who parked the car?", but he shrugged and started to audition Bee off as Sam climbed inside.

There was no doubt that Sam liked Bee. Just the way he looked at the car and stepped in said that all itself. He in there for a while, and talked to the man and then to his father. Alise could have sworn she heard Sam ask about a price, and when the man made his offer, his father shook his head and said something she couldn't hear.

No! she begged as she watched, but the three men had moved on from Bee and onto the car next to him. Suddenly, the passenger seat door of Bee's car opened and hit the next door car. Alise suppressed a giggle, reminding her of him beating the man at the mini-mart in the same fashion. The men however, just moved onto the next car, which was away from Bee. Alise's heart dropped. However, when they started to farther walk away, a sudden high pitched shriek erupted through the air, making even Alise across the street hold her ears. All the windows of the cars in the parking lot had shattered... except for Bee's. Suddenly, Alise watched as the dark-skinned man, on the ground slightly trembling, held up four fingers on his hand. Sam's father nodded, slightly shaken, and Alise smiled. They had taken the bait.

That's my, Bee!

Hello everyone! Hope you all liked it! Please review! It keeps me writing! I love you all!

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~Mel