A/N/ Only eleven more days until the premiere of the film Transformers age of extinction. I hope that you are as excited as I am. Anyway, thank you all for the reviews, alerts and favorites. P.S Only a few more chapters before the rating change. Don't forget to review :)
As Bumblebee drove me to my childhood home, I wondered how the conversation between Ratchet and Ironhide was going.
"Is something wrong?" Bumblebee asked, through his radio pulling me from my thoughts.
"Huh? No everything is alright" I replied smiling.
"You sure?" he said. "You look worried?"
"Yeah; so when I'm going to meet your charge?"
"Soon," Bumblebee replied. "I hope," he said, sadness tingling in his voice.
"You miss him. Don't you?" I said.
"Who?"
"Your charge; Sam."
There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again.
"Yes," he said with a sigh. "You humans grow up so quickly and move on."
"How old is he?" I asked.
"He's 28."
I began to understand what he wanted to tell me; we get old too quick; when Bumblebee first met Sam, he was a teenager; now Sam is all grown up, married and has a child, but Bumblebee on the other hand is still a teenager and when Sam dies he will still be a teenager.
After twenty minutes of driving Bumblebee turned into a small street.
"Which house is yours?" he asked as he drove.
"You see that big wooden house that looks like a mansion surrounded by a stone wall on the end of the street?" I asked.
"Yes."
"That's mine," I said.
As he passed through the black iron gates Bumblebee was surprised by the size of the house. The house had three floors and it was big, really big. The exterior of the house consisted of double garage, four big entrances next to the garage that led inside the house.
"Are your creators, celebrities?" Bumblebee asked, trough his radio confused.
"No, why?" I asked.
"Because I have never seen such a big yard and house," Bumblebee said, as he parked a few feet in front of my house and turned off his engine. He opened the passanger door and I stepped out, allowing him to scan the interior of the house. He was making sure that there are no intruders or Decepticons inside. As he scanned the inside of the house, he was confused with the layout and size of the rooms. Some rooms were so large that a Cybertronian could live there comfortably, and some were small but perfect for humans. After finishing scanning the house, Bumblebee did not find anything strange; he activated his holoform.
"Can I ask you something?" he said, appearing next to me.
"Yeah, shoot."
"Why are some of the rooms large and some small?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't know; why?"
"Because, some of the rooms are large enough for Cybertronians to live in there," he said.
"I don't know, really."
"Who built it?"
"My dad, but he's a bit eccentric" I said.
Bumblebee nodded in response. "I should go back; Optimus is waiting for me to go on another mission."
"And Ironhide?" I asked. "Is he going to?"
"No, he will stay here to guard you."
"Okay; you guys be careful," I said, hugging him goodbye.
Bumblebee nodded before his hologram disappeared. I watched as he pulled away from my house and drove off, before turning around and walking up the short gravel path to the front door. I stepped onto the porch and took my keys to unlock the front door. As I opened the door a breath of warm and stale air slapped my face. I need to open the window and fast I thought to myself as I closed the door behind me. I walked to the living room; the furniture was covered with a sheet, the windows were closed and the curtains were drawn. I approached the curtains and parted them, allowing light to come inside. I spent the next three hours cleaning the house. After finishing cleaning up, I fell on the couch exhausted. I could not believe how much the house was dirty, but I was satisfied with the cleaning results while looking around.
I glanced over at the picture frame that was on the table next to the couch; I took the picture frame in my hands and smiled as I brushed my fingers over the picture. In the photo were my parents and I when I was little. My mom looked so young then; with light complexion and with long curly black hair and violet-blue eyes she looked like Elizabeth Taylor. She was from southeastern Europe, but she never told me from which country exactly. She met my dad when she came to America.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Now who could it be? I wondered as I got up from the couch and went to open the door. I knew it was not Ironhide, because he told me he would text me before he come. I opened the door carefully and saw a tall policeman with mustaches standing at the door.
"Miss. Jones?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Is your mother Spectra Jones?"
"Yes, did something happen to her?" I asked scared.
"No, but she has some speeding tickets that are not paid," the policeman said.
That's strange, I thought to myself, my mom has always drove carefully.
"Is she here?"
"No, she is on a cruise."
"On a cruise?" the policeman asked confused.
"Yes, with my dad."
"Do you know when she will come back?"
"In a month" I said.
The policeman nodded. "Please contact me when she comes back; I need to talk to her," he said, as he wrote down on a piece of paper his phone number and gave it to me.
"I will," I said, as I took the paper and closed the door.
The policeman got back in his car.
"Did you find her?" a creepy voice, asked trough the radio.
"Yes, should I bring her in?"
"No, not yet. Wait for the further orders."
"Understood," the policeman said, before he drove off.