Bumblebee was heartbroken that night as he drove home, or he thought he would be if he had a heart. Sam's denial weighed heavily on Bee; they had been through so much together and for the second time that week he had just tossed Bee aside.
Deep down he understood that Sam just wanted a normal life, but why couldn't he understand that he had something much better. Most of these human's didn't even know of the existence of the Autobots, let alone have one as their best friend!
Sam was lucky, his life was full of adventure and he should quit running from it and just embrace it.
Heaving another heavy sigh his engine rumbled in discontempt.
He was so distracted by his longing for his best friend to come back to him that Bumblebee didn't notice the traces of energon and foreign presence until his sensors were nearly screaming at him.
Pausing and going on red alert he quickly scanned the residence for any trace of the decepticon that had been in his yard earlier. Finding nothing he relaxed slightly before he realized that there weren't even any heat signatures coming from inside the house, he panicked scanning again but found that nothing, human nor bot was to be found on the residence.
It was then he noticed the front door that had been left wide open, transforming out of his alternate mode, hoping that no stray civilians decided to go on a midnight walk; he crept forward on his hands and knees.
There on the front porch a small glint caught his optics and, Bumblebee reached forward tentatively and picked up the small necklace that he remembered hung around the girls neck earlier.
He panicked, whirring loudly, hoping that she would come to the door to find out what all the noise was about, but he knew she wouldn't. She was taken.
Turning from the house he quickly transformed back into his alternate form and raced down to the street frantically calling out to Optimus over his Comm link.

Bia clutched the phone to her chest back against her bedroom door. She had been trying to call Sam for hours, but his phone kept cutting to voicemail, which she had filled soon after with message after message about his satanic car.
Calling the police had crossed her mind a few times, but would they really believe her? Believe that a car was possessed by the devil and ran of its own accord?
It sounded crazy even to her; the only thing that kept her from thinking she had completely lost it was the dull throb from her rear, when she landed ungracefully after the thrill ride.
So she sat, unmoving and unsure of what to do. Night was falling quickly and she hadn't seen hide or hair of the possessed car. She had removed her mother's Rosary from around her neck and it was clutched in her left hand, phone in the right. Her mind was racing with the events of that day, of the strange antics of the car.
A few times she even thought that maybe it hadn't meant to be so mean; perhaps it was just bored, after all when Sam was home he was constantly out driving around in it. Bored? It was a car, not a person, cars don't get bored they don't get anything but dirty. She had lost it.
However, she couldn't debate much longer on the subject as the doorbell rang. She sprang to her feet and looked out the window to see a Police car down below, her heart felt heavy. Had Sam got her messages and called the cops? Maybe Ron and Judy were worried and asked him to come check on her.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and headed down the stairs as the bell rang again.
Opening it she had to blink as bright headlights nearly blinded her, and she could barely make out the figure of the man who stood on her porch.
"Are you Bianca Zaragoza-adelita Witwicky?" he asked, the voice had sounded so distant though and she had to double take to make sure his lips were even moving.
"Yes, that is me" she answered unsurely, suddenly feeling very alone and very vulnerable. "Did Sam call you?" she asked, but he seemed to ignore her.
"I'm going to have to ask that you come with me" he pressed on. His deep voice sent shivers rushing down her spine, it was so monotone almost mechanical. She took a step back, surprised by his request.
"For what?"
"If you do not comply then I will use force" his lips danced over the words and not once did he budge. Sunglasses covered his eyes preventing her from making contact. Why was he even wearing sunglasses? The sun had set over an hour ago. She took another step back and placed a hand on the door, clutching the rosary tighter, silently praying for protection. She remembered occasionally when the cops from the county would make rounds through her old town and cause unrest, often taking a neighbor into custody unrightfully.
"I'm sorry, but unless you tell me why I'm staying here" she stated, with a frown etched on her face she went to close the door, her stomach twisting and turning in nerves when a metallic clang caught her attention. Peering past the man her eyes widened as a small spidery robot skittered towards her.
A sharp prick in her neck and she reached her hand up to feel what the offending object was that caused her such discomfort. Her fingers closed over a small pen like object, pulling it out she surveyed it and nearly heaved when her eyes landed on the long needle that previously was deep in her the wave of nausea came one of dizziness and she fell to her knees. She tried to clear that haze that was settling into her mind but the more she faught the quicker her head spun. Collapsing completely against the wooden floor she watched through half lidded eyes as the police officer disappeared from her view. She couldn't be sure if it was whatever was in the syringe that was causing it but she could have sworn she saw the police cruiser fold in on itself and morph into an almost human figure and then, she was gone.

After the doctor had tranquilized the human Femme Barricade bent down and, none to gently picked her up, careful enough to not squash the human completely but not so much as so she wouldn't feel some discomfort upon her waking.
He sneered down at the limp body in his grasp; the fleshies were so weak, so vulnerable. They had utterly no defense at all. What right did such a weak species have to inhabit this planet?
Placing her in the cab of his chest he transformed back into his Alternate mode and opened his door for the small spidery Con to climb back in before turning his lights and sirens on, heading back towards the old factory that was now labeled as base for the next phase of their plans.

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