Glad to see you again, sorry for this delay, the bloody white page won this round for couple of weeks...

I should warn you: Mental health issue and suicide attempt. It's just a chapter full of angst, so probably you can skip it if you don't like this kind of stuff and still understanding the plot.

Sam woke up in his bed in his parent house.

it was alone, and it felt strange: since their rescue, didn't matter how or where they felt asleep, Bee managed to snuck in Sam's bed almost everynight . Not that the teenager could complain about that, the blond boy was almost catatonic all the time, and that was his only active action those days. Actually, Sam felt quite bad for leaving the NEST bases the day before, but his parents didn't see him since the kidnap, and they needed as much reassurance as his little Bee.

/He is mine, right? We kissed in the janitor room…/

/Yeah,but that was before he sustain major psychological torture, you know? he is not the same anymore!/ his mind self-argued all the time, those days.

But wasn't that argument that woke up him.

No, it was something else. He idly looked around, till he spotted his cell phone blinking and vibrating on the nightstand. Looking at the screen, two things became clear for the brunette: one, he slept barely three hours and, two, Will Lennox should have a damn good reason to call him at two in the morning.

"Hello, Will?"

"Sam! thank God!…. I need you to speak with Bee! like now!"

"What?" but that was too late, as Will wasn't listening Sam anymore.

"Sam?" the small, afraid voice of Bee came from the speaker, and Sam's heart cringe for how broke his friend sounded.

"hey Bee, what's up?"

"Are you ok? They didn't hurt you?"

"Bee?"

"I'm sorry, so so Sorry Sam, I was supposed to protect you, but they took you and I wasn't able to protect anyone, and they died, oh Primus, all that poor boys died for no reason, only because I wasn't good enough, and I sorry Sam, please forgive me!" Bee was begging and sobbing now, and all Sam would like to do was run to the NEST base and hold the younger boy in his arms.

"Bee, I'm ok, we are fine now…sh, Bee, I'm fine " Sam kept hushing at him till the sobbing sound from the telephone didn't stop "Ok Bee, everything is ok buddy…. could you let me speak with Will now?"

the only answer was a little sniff and after the adult and authoritative, even if a little afraid, voice of the captain came from the the speaker now.

"Thank you Sam, he will be fine now…"

"What happen?"

"I guess he got one of those nightmare were he wasn't able to save you, and in his condition he cannot tell the difference between a dream and the reality anymore…"

"Will, what happened?"

"Just a nightmare Sam, sorry, but now I have to bring back Bee in his room and tuck him in. Chat more tomorrow, lad, ok?"

"But…"

"Go back to sleep Sam"

"Ok, but tomorrow I want the complete story…"

Sam hear Will sigh, and a little mumble from Bee that he couldn't decipher. "Ok, Sam, we will talk tomorrow."

"Good"

"And Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks again for your help, lad. Good night"

"Sure, take care of him, would you?"

"No probs."

As he hang up, Will started wondering if he would be able to tell Sam what happened. But again, the signs on Bee skins would tell Sam good part of the story.

Since they had brought back the two boys, it wasn't the first night he had found Bee in the common bathroom. Couple of days after the rescue, indeed, he'd walked in the common bathroom and found him there. He had been under the shower, sitting on the ground with his knees drawn to his chest. Will hadn't been able to see his face under the soaked golden locks, but the tiny teenager had been crying, if the spasms of his chest had been any clue. The boy hadn't noticed him, and had kept scrubbing his hands and arms roughly enough to make them bleeding.

Coming closer, the captain had realized the boy had been whispering at himself, crying that he cannot remove the blood from his hands.

"Bee, please, stop" Will had pleaded "You are hurting yourself…" The Captain had knelt next to the boy, unconcerned for his clothes to get soaked. He had grabbed the tiny wrists of the kid in front of him with one hand, and had lifted Bee's chin with the other to establish eye contact with the little one. "Kiddo, please, there is no blood, you are safe, you are ok"

"They died, their blood is all over my hands, its all my fault…"

That time it had taken Will the whole night to calm down the broken kid, and to convince him back into his bed, and moreover into a dry pajamas, and even there Bee had grabbed his hand and pleaded him to stay there till he had fallen asleep again. Will had ended up spending the whole night in wet cloths, and Epps would had made fun of I'm to get a flu in that way if the sergeant hadn't felt so scared for the little blonde.

It was strange, during the day the boy had looked almost catatonic, spending hours staring walls or lying where others had placed him, like on a couch, or, more frequently, hided in the chest plates of his fellows autobot, close to their spark chambers. Those were the few moment when he'd looked more present, more aware of what happen around him. But again, not able to go anywhere by himself.

So, the only activity he'd performed so far had been his excursions to the common showers.

Excursions, plural, like in multiple event, like in three times only that week. And so Will had taken the habit of checking on the human cybertronian every night, and he'd stopped him, and tucked him back in the bed, Bee's one or even better Sam's one, comforting him all the way back. But this time, this time had been the worst one.

They had secured and hided all the weapons, but in hindsight it was obvious that the little ninja had his personal resources hided all around. And that had sort of explained how the throwing knife ended up in Bee hold.

Will's hold on Bee' shoulders tightened as his thoughts went back to the scene of few minutes before. He had been sort of used to the sight of the boy under the shower, with his jeans soaked and the fetal position, what he hadn't been used to, and he didn't want become used to, was the sight of said boy's arms, cut open and bleeding or the hopeless expression of the blonde as he'd stared at his injured forearms and at the blood running into the drain.

Bee had been immobile, staring at the blood with a stony face than wasn't something that looked ok on him, again catatonic, at last till Will'd touched him.

As soon as the older soldier had lied an hand on the younger one arm, trying to stop the blood as well as to ground the broken boy, Bee had started to cry and yell and had tried to get rid of him.

He had yelled that he deserve to die, that was all his fault if Sam died, that he cannot stand this life anymore now that he failed his best friend and charge so badly. It'd taken half of hour just to convince him that Sam was alive, and to let Will wrap the injured arm in Will' shirt and to call Sam.

Will suddenly realized that the young (suicide) boy had cried himself to sleep (again) as Will had been lost in his memories, so the brunette lifted the boy in his arms and brought him in the infirmary to get this wound checked and sticked. After that, he brought his light bundle to Optimus quarters, praying that the cybertronian leader would know how to deal with his little child. And anyway, after a rough night like this, anyone would like to wake up with his dad, right?