Hello everyone! Firstly, I am terribly sorry this has taken so long to upload! I have been on work experience all week at an equine hospital and everything has just been completely crazy! Anyway... Thank you so much for all the follows/favourites/reviews I'm getting :3 only writers will truly understand this, but reviews really do inspire you to keep writing!

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Millie

Millie was sitting quietly in a small coffee shop near the centre of the small town. The shop was virtually empty, besides from an elderly couple chattering away happily four tables to her left and a lone motorcyclist three tables in front.

Bumblebee had parked outside of the cafe and instructed Millie to wait in there for him until he return. She had positioned herself in the corner of the shop so she could see both the door to the street and the door behind the counter: escape routes. Old habits die hard.

She'd managed to change into the tracksuit bottoms and sweatshirt before Bumblebee had rolled into the town. Her dark mahogany hair was tucked neatly up into the Yankees cap so not to attract attention or possibly be recognised on any hacked security cameras.

Glancing down, Millie reached for her cup of tea calmly, maintaining an air of innocence as she waited patiently in her corner. The young man who served behind the counter barely paid her any attention as he busied himself with his work. The couple and the biker kept to their own affairs and ignored her completely.

The familiar rumble of the camero could be heard outside as Bumblebee returned, parking up just outside the window. Millie's back straightened slightly as her sharp eyes watched the entrance where the Autobot's holoform would undoubtedly come through.

As expected, a few moments later, Bumblebee walked casually through into the cafe and waved amicably at Millie in greeting. Millie returned the wave, registering that the elderly couple glanced at them with amused smiles before returning to their crosswords. The biker ignored them completely, occupying himself with his Full English Breakfast as he devoured the hash brown.

As Bumblebee approached, Millie took the time to really analyse him: watching his stride and body language closely, she came to a few conclusions in her head. Firstly, he was young. Very young. His pace was purposeful but there was a slight spring in his step; he had a sense of duty but had yet to get enough years under his belt to control his enthusiasm.

His eyes were large and young as well, but there was also a great sadness hidden underneath. For one so young he had already seen a great many things, none of which she guessed were very pleasant.

"Thanks for waiting." Bumblebee said quietly as he pulled up a chair and sat with Millie. The girl nodded in reply, watching the couple and the biker for a few more moments before her eyes turned once again to Bumblebee.

"I've got as many things sorted for you as I can." Bumblebee murmured quietly, sliding a black backpack off his shoulder and resting it at Millie's feet. "Inside here you'll find four thousand dollars, food and keys to a small motorcycle that's parked beside me."

Millie couldn't help it as her jaw dropped open. She started at the holoform in front of her, not expecting him to have gathered together as much as he did.

"Bee, I can't-"

"-you can and you will." He cut her off quickly, laying a soft, calloused finger on her lips to silence her. "I can't leave you with nothing. There's enough money there to pay for fuel and hotel rooms until you find a source of income."

"But where did you get the money?" Millie asked incredulously, staring down at the bag and then once again up at Bumblebee. "You've barely even been here a day!"

"Your computer systems are fairly primitive." Bumblebee replied proudly, a smug smile forming on his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a credit card.

"This," he said, waving the card around between his fingers, "simply removes one cent from thousands of bank accounts from across this country and around the world. Nobody would ever notice it missing, and I buy the resources honestly."

"As honestly as the Universe being created in seven days..." Millie muttered quietly, causing Bumblebee to chuckle in amused agreement.

A slight smile crept across Millie's features as her eyes flashed to the elderly couple once again. Bumblebee watched her curiously as her eyes narrowed in suspicion, before they darted around the shop to monitor the biker and the waiter also.

"Relax." Bumblebee said, causing Millie to return her gaze to him. "None of them are going to cause you any harm. Those people will not find you here..."

"How can you be so sure?" Millie asked desperately in a hushed tone, leaning across the table towards the holoform. "You don't even know who's hunting me!"

"So you admit that you will be hunted?" Bumblebee asked with a raised eyebrow, a small, victorious smirk spreading on his face.

"That's low, Bee, very low." Millie scolded him for a moment, before her shoulders slumped and she smiled apologetically at him.

"So can you tell me who they are so I can kick their afts for you?"

"Not happening. You have priorities, and I'm pushing my problems as far down your list as they can go." Millie said bluntly, massaging her temples. She paused for a moment as she thought over Bee's words again. "... Afts?"

Bumblebee widened his eyes slightly, before he was forced to suppress an amused snort.

"You know..." He said, chuckling slightly. "Aft."

Millie raised a sceptical eyebrow, smiling in amusement as Bumblebee looked at her with complete and utter disbelief.

"You don't know what an aft is?" He questioned incredulously.

"No clue." Millie said nonchalantly, smirking into her mug as she took another sip from her tea.

Bumblebee grumbled amicably as he quickly searched which feature of the human anatomy would be most closely related to an aft.

"Bee..." Millie whispered suddenly, her voice becoming as cold as ice. "We have a problem."

Bumblebee looked up quickly to see Millie staring darkly over his shoulder and out of the cafe window.

"Don't turn around." Millie murmured sharply, her lips barely moving as she casually lifted her tea to her lips. "Five suits are inspecting your body and the bike."

Bumblebee growled darkly as his eyes dimmed slightly, his focus returning to his true form.

"Don't react Bee..." Millie ordered gently, her emerald eyes flashing dangerously as the sunglass-clad men began to poke and prod Bumblebee, pointing what appeared to be a Geiger counter towards him. She laid a gentle hand across the holoform's, bringing Bumblebee's concentration back to her. "Don't move a metal... We'll get out of this together."

"They're examining me." Bumblebee spat harshly, his eyes filled with anger as he shuddered. "They've already scratched my paint and-" his consciousness returned to his true form for a moment before returning to the holoform once again, his eyes burning a furious ice blue. "They're trying to take samples from my armour."

Millie slammed her tea down harshly, her own eyes smouldering with anger as she began to stand, intent on getting those creeps away from Bee. She knew that they were in deep shit as soon as the suits had started taking interest in Bumblebee. But now they were trying to take samples which would more than likely cause the Autobot pain... Well, in Millie's eyes, shit had just hit the fan.

"We're brother and sister," she informed Bumblebee firmly, her eyes flicking between his now standing holoform and the suits outside. "You live in Tranquility and I live in San Diego. We've met here as its half way and we're catching up over coffee."

Bumblebee nodded in affirmation, watching Millie with interest as the muscles in her shoulders began to tense with anticipation.

"Can you darken the hair colour of the holoform to match my own?" Millie asked. "The more like siblings we look, the better."

Bumblebee nodded, a small frown of concentration flicking across his features as his hair darkened from its sandy blonde to match her mahogany perfectly. Millie glanced around them, thanking whatever gods existed that they were being ignored by the others in the cafe.

"Come on then. Let's get those bastards' hands off you." She said quietly as she began striding casually towards the door, hiding her limp as best she could. Bumblebee walked beside Millie, his arm placed carefully around her back as if to guide her.

"Texas, Bee." Millie whispered through the side of her mouth, a last thought quickly occurring to her. "Use the web to find the accent; use it. We grew up in Dallas."

"Found it." Bumblebee replied almost instantly, his voice adopted a perfect, slightly softened, Texan twang.

"Brilliant." Millie replied, her own voice masked thickly with the accent as she pulled the door open and stepped through onto the street. How the hell they were going to get out of thus situation smoothly, Millie had no idea.

As soon as they were outside, Millie laughed brightly, as if Bumblebee had just told her something very amusing. Bee himself was smiling brightly down at his 'sister'.

The two of them looked over towards Bumblebee's alt form together, faux surprise forming on their faces at the appearance of the men in suits. Millie allowed Bumblebee to loop his arm through hers as he pulled her towards them quickly, an angry expression quickly forming on his face.

"Hey, what do y'all think you're doin'?" He shouted as they approached, his accent holding perfectly. The suits backed up from Bumblebee slightly, but turned to look at Millie and Bee's holoform suspiciously. A single, slightly Hispanic man, who appeared to be the senior in charged, stepped away from the other four men.

"Is this your car, son?" The man asked curtly. Millie noticed what she guessed to be a .45 calibre Glock 30 resting in a holster beneath the man's suit jacket. Standard government issue*. In other words, the situation just got ten times worse.

"Damn right it's my car." Bee replied angrily, gesturing towards the camero with his thumb. "I'm tryin' to catch up with my big sis', and I turn around to see y'all messin' with my paint job! I know it ain't great, but I'm savin' for a respray."

The man looked sceptically at Bumblebee for a moment, before his eyes shifted to Millie. With well practised ease, the girl slipped into the character of a 'big sister', as Bee had called her, and stepped in front of her brother protectively.

"I'd appreciate it if y'all would leave the car be? It ain't ready for scrap just yet."

The man raised a dark brow, his lightly tanned forehead creasing slightly. He glanced from the car and back to the two standing before him. They looked very similar- he'd give them that. Same hair colour, athletic builds, sharp and elegant facial features... But something didn't sit right with him. The Geiger counter had never been wrong.

"What are your names, kids?" He asked in an overly-friendly voice, so much so that it came out just dripping with sarcasm.

"The name's Grace." Millie said, her eyes hardening in fury as the man looked down at them with tired amusement.

"And I'm Ben." Bumblebee added, his hand gripping Millie's softly. A warning: be prepared.

"You see Ben, Grace..." The man told them as he grasped their shoulders, his tone completely patronising. "We're currently dealing with a possible threat to national security," the man gestured to the men surrounding the camero, "there was a disturbance less than twenty four hours ago in the Mojave Desert and we've been called in to investigate. It may sound crazy, but our investigation brought us to your car."

Millie let out a bark of laughter as she looked disbelievingly between the man and the camero.

"What could y'all possibly want with the car?" She asked incredulously, marching past the man and moving straight towards the true Bumblebee. She heard Bee's cry of warning just before her wrist was grabbed harshly and twisted into a painful lock. A hand at the base of her neck pushed Millie's head down and her faced slammed against Bee's hood. The cold barrel of a gun was pressed against the back of her head.

"You see here little lady," The man's voice taking smugly from above her, "this whole operation you've got going on here stinks. I don't trust you, your brother, or the alien robot you're disguising as a crappy camero."

Millie let out a slow breath as she tried to keep her muscles relaxed. She could feel Bumblebee's vibrating softly beneath her, a resonance of worry filtering through his engine.

"Hush Bee," she whispered so her voice was barely audible, "we'll get out of this."

The sound of a struggle behind her sounded as if the other suits were detaining Bumblebee's holoform. A sickening thud echoed across the street as Bee's body was forcefully pushed to the ground.

"You hurt my brother and I'll kick your ass." Millie spat harshly.

A cold laugh fell from the man's lips as he tightened his grip on Millie's arms and increased the pressure of the gun against her head.

"You're not really in a position to be making threats, little lady." The man laughed mockingly, before turning to one of the man behind him. "Bring the counter."

Millie listened intently as footsteps briskly approached her and the man. There were a few short words exchanged between them before the unmistakable sound of a Geiger counter could be heard right by Millie's right ear.

"Off the scale, just like the car." The man said smugly, leaning down to whisper into Millie's ear. "I knew you were a sneaky little liar. Tag 'em and bag 'em boys!"

Shit.

* don't actually know whether the .45 Glock 30 is standard government issue, but it's one of the only types of guns I know, so I went with it :)

So I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Millie and Bee's encounter with our dear Sector 7 will conclude next chapter, and then hopefully I can begin the movies after that :)

Reviews would very much be appreciated.

-Shakalakaboomboom x