Daydream
"Sam… Sam… SAM!" Bee's voice jolted Sam back to reality.
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Bee," Sam apologized, "I was daydreaming."
Bee was quiet for a moment, and Sam knew he was probably looking up what daydreaming was, and then, "What was it, Commander?" in another man's voice.
"I was imagining what it would be like if the clouds could dance," Sam admitted after a second.
Bee chirped in amusement, and Sam could feel the bot's mirth through their bond.
"Oh, shut up, it could have been a lot worse. I could have been listening to voices in my head," Sam retorted, "Of course, there was that one time…"
Bumblebee went silent, and then he suddenly floored it.
"Whoa! Bee, what the heck!" Sam gasped in surprise.
"Doctor, Doctor!" came a British woman's voice over the stereo.
"What? Oh, come on, Bee, I was joking," Sam protested, "Bumblebee, I am not schizophrenic!"