Chapter Eight

Bumblebee listened to the firing of bullets from far off, knowing Lennox and Epps were using everything they had in order to infiltrate the enemy camp. Within minutes of arrival, it was like Megatron had expected them, expected them to attack after what had happened to Sam, and he had prepared. Starscream was waiting for them at the entrance to the dilipatated building, arms crossed, his red eyes cackling with mirth.

"Did you enjoy our gift?" he screeched when they each transformed, Lennox and Epps crawling out of the back of Optimus with all the others like ants in comparison to the giants that stood before them. Bumblebee reeled. He was speaking about Sam like he was some piece of dirt.

"If by gift, you mean the ticket to kicking yer asses once and fer all, den yeah, we gonna enjoy ripping yer bodies to shreds an' offering 'em to the scrap heap, you measly piece of-"

Both the twins were hit on the back of the head by Rachet and Ironhide. "If by gift," Rachet commented lowly. "You mean injuring our friend, then no, we didn't enjoy it. But," he crossed his arms, looking down at the Decepticon. "As a consolation prize, we will enjoy ripping each and every one of your team to the shards you were created from." In agreement, Ironhide cracking his gears, a grin on his face.

"Oh yeah," he commented, just as low as Rachet's voice, the hint of menace dripping from his voice box like blood to a flame.

Starscream didn't react to their threats, he merely watched them silently, watched Optimus, and then cast his gaze to Bumblebee. "I bet you liked it, having to watch over Sam like he was your puppy," he grinned. "I bet you kept him company during those late nights while Sam dreamt of Megatron enjoying his young and-"

A fist flew out and cracked against Starscream's metal head, and he jerked backwards, wondering how Bee had gotten over there so fast. He landed against the stone wall of the building behind him, feeling the rattle of stone against metal, and as he looked up, there stood Optimus' giant form, towering over the measly Decepticon, Lennox by his side, with what could only be described as a tank gun strapped to his arm, pointing directly between Starscream's glassy orbs.

There was a green light above his head, and Optimus stood back as fast as he could. Faintly, Starscream could hear a deep, bassy voice call out over a transmitter, "Where the fuck are those rangers?"

Oh. He sighed deeply to himself, metal gears rippling against straining stone. So that was how he was going to die. Starscream merely watched overhead, before attempting to transform. Another round of blows rained from over his head, and stopped his escape. Optimus was quiet, silent against the black of night, and the raging storm that blew against his mind.

He never voiced an opinion as to how he felt in seeing Sam so deeply affected after he was found by the Autobots on the beach. Sam screamed until his voice had gone dry, and the shock of it all rattled each of the Autobots to the bone. These merciless bastards would pay, and they would pay dearly for what they'd done. He continued to rattle hit after hit upon Starscream, until he heard the dropping of battlearms overhead, and the battle, the war, had finally, begun.

And after that, Bumblebee mused, was an endless hand to firearm combat that raged for hours. The whole base of the Decepticons had been infiltrated, and now they were searching, destroying, the mass of decay these enemies had caused to their friend, to Sam...

He rained bullet after bullet upon anything that had a face he did not recognise. He moved fast, and stayed silent against the storm that brewed above and below. There were so many of these guys, so many Decepticons, all coming from one place or another. It was a wonder how each of them had hidden against the Autobots for so long, but Bumblebee had shook his head, and continued to fight, continued to kill, to behead, to shoot, to throw and to decapitate. Each of his friends were here, and they were all fighting for the same reason as he: they were all fighting for Sam. They were fighting for him, and for the countless other civilians like him who would have laid themselves bare to what Sam had experienced.

No-one with red eyes and a thrist for blood would get out of here alive, not today, and not any day after that.

He swerved when he head the cackle of a familiar Decepticon, and looked up to see Megatron hovering over the scene, the Autobots and the humans, beating the shit out of whatever moved in front of them. They moved as one, and yet here this Decepticon was, laughing admist this.

Was it because this was what Megatron wanted- a glimpse of how destructive the Autobots were as a force?

It didn't matter, because he knew he was losing, and as Bumblebee pulled down his helmet, he aimed high above, right to the sky, and shot as many bullets as he could, and like fireworks, they blazed, as throbbing and strong and true. Each of the humans, and Autobots looked up, and caught what Bumblebee was pointing out: there was the Ringmaster, the Overlord, the son of a bitch who would pay. Bumblebee tasted blood in his mouth, tasted the desparate need for revenge, and launched himself into the sky, past all the gore and lost bodies, past the screams and howls for mercy, past the smoke and crawling shadows that lurked within more Decpeticons, more threats to their existance.

He didn't care if he was shot down, he didn't care if he died doing this, he was going to avenge Sam, he was going to save him, he was going to die protecting him. He aimed his handheld gun right at Megatron's shocked face, and heard dimly his expression of horror, as he aimed the gun right into his eye, and shot as many bullets as he could, and still kept shooting. The whole world went still below, and he dimly wodnered if it was because they were watching the bastard they tried so hard to defeat, the slimy mouse who stayed behind corners, who controlled from far away, the cruel son of a bitch who tried to hurt his friend, and succeeded on the outside, but never, never, on the inside.

Sam was safe. Sam was going to be well again, and even if he never fully recovered from what had happened to him, Bumblebee knew that he would be there, every single step of the way. Sam would never be alone. Never.

Megatron fell to the ground, the smoky remnants of hell below, and after him followed Bumblebee, diving to the fire below him as fast as he could, firing a range again as Megatron began to creep along the ground, trying to escape. He never would make it out of here alive, not with Bumblebee's orbs filled with death, not with Bumblebee's whole being full of nothing but revenge, justice and the need to kill.

Eventually, Megatron stopped moving, the remains of his skeletal body destroyed and laid flat on the ground in bits and gory bobs. There was no movement, which Bumblebee took for a good sign. He laid down his weapon, and watched that body, watched it as he heard Sam's voice-

"He said I was dirty, Bee. I'm not clean anymore."

No, not true. Not true at all. Sam was clean. Sam was perfect. Sam was everything sweet. Sam was his whole world, the universe, and everything in between, and by Primus, if anything came in between them like that again, lihe the bastard that lay before him now, he would make sure the bloody thing was beaten to a pulp before Sam was hurt ever again.

"I wonder what would happen, if the world continued to forget, all the trespasses made against the human race, against the whole of the world, and religion itself. I just wonder how cruel a world that would be," the radio crooned, fragments of words put together against the fizzling backdrop of noise and steadily quieting bullets. Megatron was dead, and now all that was left was to kill the army.

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Late into the night, Sam watched the sky, full of stars, as he waited for Bee to return. It must've been some serious mission if they hadn't returned yet. He fidgeted with his hands as he watched the moon twinkle as brightly as the stars. He sat on one of the trucks, pitch black underneath him, his legs dangling over the edge of the bonnet. Where were they, and why hadn't they told him where they were going?

His restless heart thumped as fast as his restless body, and the anxiety nearly toppled over him as he bit his lips and chewed the sky with his eyes.

Mikeala had told him time and again that they were on their way home, it was a long journey, and that everything was fine. They were safe. If they were safe, he supposed quickly, then that was okay, and everything was alright. He despartely hoped so, anyways.

He couldn't bear the thought of Bee lying somewhere, dishevelled and broken. He shivered against the sudden illusionary chill.

It was then that he felt something twitch inside of him, and he was pulled toward the ground with the force of metal against magnet.

A/N::Whoa, between real life and cyber life, I had no time at all to myself. Its getting harder and harder to keep up with everything, and I'm sorry for that. I'm going to keep my head down for the next few days and try to get another chapter out by next week, but to tell the truth, guys, this has only got about two or three chapters left to it, and I'm not adding anymore after that.

Thank you again for your patience, and please continue to watch over me as I continue to write about these guys. (Yes, they will get that amazing happy ending, I promise you all, and the angst and depression will life, just wait and see! ^^)

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