I know I'm terrible, I'm a week late. My apologies, this chapter was really hard to write, it has tons of inner turmoil, and if any of you have written you would now inner turmoil sucks D : You just have to find a happy balance, and it's taken me over 10 tries to get a sense of balance. So I hope you guys enjoy it.

As Bia lay beneath the stars, she found that unfortunately sleep was impossible. Her head raced with thoughts and her midsection ached terribly. She gave up and shifted into a sitting position, letting her feet dangle off the ledge of the ramshackle building they had taken refuge in.
She could hear the soft murmur of Sam and Mikaela a few feet from where she sat, and the snores of Leo and Simmons down the way. Then, her eyes fell on a certain yellow Camaro that was the base of her inner turmoil.
With a groan she dropped her head into her hands, exhausted and frustrated. Her main goal in riding in Mudflap was to give her time to think, but that was quickly foiled when not only Leo joined her, but wheelie as well. She regretted her decision almost instantly, especially when the pickup lines began. Thankfully Leo was distracted when first Mudflap then Wheelie began picking on the boy, although gratefulness turned into annoyance as the three men of the car spent the whole ride throwing jeers at each other, no matter how many threats Bia dealt out.
She was so confused, and the mixed emotions swam around in her chest. Her whole life she had been told that her great grandfather was a crazy old man who left his family to search for imagined alien robots. Now here she was, befriending said alien robots and her stomach twisted uncomfortably; what would her father say?
She was sure what he would say, he would come down so hard on her that she could never look him in the eyes again. She sighed and lifted her gaze back to the car, mouth turned down into a frown. It was more than thoughts of her father that plagued her; She felt crazy in some respects, feeling like she did towards a robot. Robots were machines, wires and hardware that made up inanimate objects. They didn't feel, didn't hurt or cry, didn't laugh. Couldn't feel the breeze that at this moment tickled Bia's exposed shoulders, sending a chill down her spine. She felt guilty as she thought those thoughts though; Bee seemed so full of emotion, so caring, and so full of naïve happiness. Even Megatron overflowed with what seemed to be emotion, anger, hate, and so much more negativity. Perhaps that was it; perhaps they could only be programmed to act one emotion. Her frown deepened, that couldn't be right either, she had seen Bee's pain after the loss of Optimus, seen the hurt after she snapped at him.
Everything she thought she knew was disintegrating, like she was trying hold the sand that made up this very desert, but no matter how hard she grasped it slipped through her fingers. Was she going crazy? A quick pinch insured that this was indeed no dream. A scream sat, just behind her pursed lips, and she was half tempted to let it go, if it weren't for the panic it would cause.
A soft sniffle sufficed and she pulled her knees up into her chest, burrowing her face into them, ignoring the discomfort it caused her injured ribs. She cried to herself silently, cried for her mother, cursed her mother; how could she leave her when she needed her the most. She cried out for her softly, afraid to be so loud as to catch anyone else's attention.
Bia jumped when footsteps caught her attention and quickly sniffed and wiped at her eyes to try and hide the tears. She didn't need to though as Sam sped past her muttering and making wild hand gestures; Mikaela trailing behind him obviously frustrated with Sam's in ability to express his feeling as she scoffed and yelled at his back about changing the subject, and she was the best thing to ever happen to him. Bia watched thoroughly confused as they disappeared around the corner, soon she heard a startled shout from Simmons and Leo before the muted voice of an overly excited Sam went on overdrive. She sat there, unsure of whether or not she should follow but quickly decided against it, sinking back into herself.
They wouldn't need her input, she barely could keep up with the constant advancements in their quest anyways. With a sigh a splash of yellow caught her gaze, and her attention was drawn again to the Camaro that sat below. After a moment of indecision she slid from her perch and slowly made her way from the building. The sand was warm on her bare feet and for a moment she sat and simply wiggled her toes, enjoying the feeling and glad she had chosen to not slide her shoes on before she left her perch.
She began a slow gait towards the Camaro and was reminded of her first real confrontation with Bumblebee, the nervous energy in her stomach, twisting and jumping around. Her hands wrung tightly and she paused to take a breath before continuing on, coming to stand just in front of the car.
"Bee are you awake" Could cars even sleep? She paused, waiting to hear a response but none came, so she tried again, a little louder this time. "Bumblebee, are you awake?" Still no response, sighing Bia plopped onto the ground, leaning her back against his grill and letting her head fall back, bringing her gaze up to the stars.
"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do" She began softly, but it felt so good to just say some of her thoughts out loud that she continued a little louder. "I don't belong here, I know you said I would find my chance to prove myself and everything, but I'm not even sure I want the chance anymore." She switched her gaze to the sand, which her fingers were drawing endless circles in. "You know my dad always said great grandfather was crazy, and I believed him. Why wouldn't I? Who believes in giant alien robots?" Ironic humor crept in her voice. "Now look where I am, talking to said alien robot and pretending to help save the world!" She shook her head, a sad smile on her face and sighed. "I'm in the middle of Egypt with my cousin, his girlfriend, a crazy ex-government psycho, and a hormonal frat boy! Oh and I forgot to mention 3 giant alien robots!" the familiar warmth of tears had Bia roughly rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. "My parents died, I didn't sign up for this! They died and I was forced out here! I'm not strong or brave, I don't have super strength or crazy book smarts. I'm afraid of the dark for christs sake! How am I supposed to save the world when I couldn't even help my parents" She was so hysterical that she didn't notice the change in the Camaro behind her until she fell back with a yelp as her back rest disappeared. The tell-tale scraping of metal on metal signaled Bumblebees transformation, and soon enough he stood over the Bia who was now sprawled out on her back in the sand. Her eyes were red and tears still ran down her cheeks as she stared up at him. He had been disturbed from his recharge when his sensors alerted him to the fact that there was an organic life form on his hood, And sure enough when his optics came online he found Bia leaning against his hood as she cried. He had sat silent at first, unsure if he should in fact try to console the girl, but couldn't sit by when she began to cry for her parents, the loss of his own father figure still a fresh wound.
Bia could have sworn she saw the robot let out a sigh, as he knelt down beside her. Bumblebee looked down at the girl with pity, she was right, she was forced into this war, just like he had been. Neither of them wanted to fight, but he found out quickly that to protect the ones he cared about he had to fight. So he fought, for Optimus, Iron Hide, Jazz, Ratchet, and all his other fellow Autobots. He fought for the humans like Sam who couldn't defend themselves against the threat that they had brought down upon them. He fought for what he believed in, he fought for peace and for Cybertron. That's not to say he became a fighter overnight, it took years for bumblebee to be able to switch from civilian to soldier. He couldn't expect anything different from Bia, especially when she was facing enemies ten times her size and strength.
"So stand in the rain, Stand your ground, Stand up when it's all crashing down. You stand through the pain,You won't drown,And one day, whats lost can be found. You stand in the rain"Bumblebee tried softly through his speakers to console the girl beneath him, while gently propping her back up into a sitting position, letting her lean against his hand. Her silence unnerved him, the only sound she made was a constant sniffle. He was worried for her health, and that her little spill might have irritated her health. He scanned her vitals, and while his scanners were nowhere as advanced as Ratchets they were enough to assure himself that her life was not being threatened at this exact moment. Satisfied with his findings he focused back on consoling the upset girl.
"Hush, hush, you walk on by, you don't say a word. Talk to me baby, talk to me baby. What haven't I heard?" He tried to gently coax the girl before him into talking, and it worked. Her eyes leaked fluid and his spark ached when she turned them onto him.
"I don't know what to do" She blubbered " My parents died, their gone, and I'm running around the world with the very robots my father cursed my whole life!" he could barely understand her through the stuttering sobs, but listened none the less. "What would he think? I mean it's hard enough for me to understand this, but I can hear him, screaming in my ear that it was all crazy, all the robot talk, and that he would die before he would let his crazy grandfather ruin this family. I'm betraying him! He's not dead for more than a month and I'm befriending giant robots, what would he think?" Bumblebee didn't know what to say to that, what could he say? Even if he could use his vocal processors instead of scouring the earths radio he didn't have the faintest clue where to start.
So he sat with her, and let her cry, using his index finger to rub her back. He didn't know that humans could leak fluids for such long periods of time, and when her crying finally stopped it was because she had fallen asleep against his hand.
Bee sighed, relieved that the leaking had finally stopped. Sam had never been this emotional, even in the weeks following Mission city when nightmares of a different outcome had plagued his sleep. How did guardian turn into psychologist?

Well there we are, I know it was a lot of feelings but they had to come out, she is a very gentle soul! And Q and A time : )
Do you think Bia's inner turmoil is justified? We all know how hard this journey is on her physically, how do you think she will fair emotionally? Would we like to see perhaps some Sam POV or something along those lines? Any other characters feeling left out? And finally for the fun stuff, If you could design a transformer, what would its Alt. Mode be?