A/N: Okay, so slight change of plans. It won't be tragedy that reveals Bumblebee. (But trust me, tragedy is coming) Instead, he will get introduced properly to Trevor a little early.

So, just a heads up. Bumblebee can talk in his fic. Though he will still use the radio and sound clips to talk at different times.

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CHAPTER 2
The Secret's Out

Bumblebee was deep in recharge when the door to the car garage opened late that night. He was surprised as the clearly tired form of Trevor entered it, his eyes focused upon him. What was he doing up so late? He had left long ago with his father, who was nowhere in sight. He carefully approached Bumblebee, brushing some of the dust, wear and tear off of him. "Alright, now that dad isn't around," Trevor muttered under his breath. "Let's see what we're working with here."

Bumblebee quickly became aware that Trevor was getting into his driver's seat. Oh no, Bumblebee realized, this boy was about to do something stupid. Something that could easily get both of them in trouble, or rather, him arrested, and him back in the scrapyard. Yet Trevor took his key, and turned it, with Bumblebee quickly taking the chance to play the soft hymm of "Stop In The Name Of Love". Trevor rolled his eyes a bit, slowly starting to press on the gas. This time, Bumblebee definitely stalled, not allowing the young man to move it at all.

"Oh come on, you have a working engine," Trevor looked at the gage. "And full fuel! Seriously, what am I doing wrong?"

There was a silence, though as Trevor got out, he yet again, subtly searched the radio again. Finding a radio show, this time, Trevor noticed it was now a radio show. "Don't you know what you're doing is illegal? They'll throw you in the slammer!" A man lectured as Trevor raised an eyebrow, was his car lecturing him? "You wouldn't last two days in the slammer, Ricky!"

Trevor took a few steps forward, his eyes scanning the vehicle over. He was going crazy, he just knew it. This car couldn't lecture him. No car could lecture a living, breathing human being. He almost laughed his thoughts away, but they only lasted a second. "Awfully late to be out at night, Ridley," Trevor spun around, finding Trent at the doorway, surprise in his eyes. "The boys and I were just out for a little spin. Thought we might find some crap to smash up, guess we got better, eh boys?"

Bumblebee watched the new teenager carefully, tension rising in him. Who was this boy? Why did Trevor look as terrified as he did? "Trent, get lost," Trevor replied. "If you break anything in here, I'll report you to-." And that's when the first punch sent Trevor to the ground. "What the hell? What do you think you're do-."

Trent however, wasn't paying attention now. Not as he watched two other boys enter, knocking over a few tools and other objects to the ground. Trevor was at his feet within seconds, but before he had done much, a punch landed against his stomach. "You'll do nothing, loser. Because this is just business," Trent shook his head. "My dad told yours to close up shop, but no. You're not exactly getting the point. These are potential customers you're stealing from us, and it's about time we sent your dad a message to back off."

Bumblebee held himself back carefully, debating on what to do. Did he simply let these boys storm in and attack the boy? He didn't know, he wasn't supposed to interact with the humans, not outside of the Witwicky boy. Yet he watched, in surprise, as the lead boy kicked him yet again, hard in the jawline. He watched them trash some more things, and he watched as the other boy, Trent, stared toward him. "Well isn't this cute," Trent laughed a little, shaking his head. "Where'd you get this hunk of crap?" Okay, that one made Bumblebee bristle. "I mean it has to be yours, right? Considering only you would buy this piece of junk."

"Leave that alone!" Trevor shouted as two boys grabbed him from behind, holding him still. "I bought that fair and square! You break that, and I'll kill you!"

"Big words for such a little nerd," Trent sneered, making his way forward. "What do you think boys, smash the windows, slash the tires? Maybe take the engine out?" Trevor tried to pull away, but had no chance, they were too strong. "God, are you kidding me? He has one leg, this should be easy to keep him down."

At that point, Trent kicked Trevor in his prosthetic leg. The boy went down, face first, as he groaned. Even though the false leg seemed to be fine, that was it for Bumblebee. This boy had already helped him, and it was time he returned the favor. Because if there was one thing that Bumblebee didn't like, it was bullies. "You shouldn't have done that, Jack." He stated, using a voice clip and activating his high beam lights.

Trevor's eyes shot up, what was happening? Who was in his car? "What the hell?" Trent asked. "Is that-?"

And that's when Bumblebee rammed him, just enough to send him flying a few inches. It shocked both of Trent's cronies too, as they jumped back in terror, and backed up. "Trent!" At this point, Bumblebee had turned to the other two boys, revving his engine angrily. "Whoa, whoa.. What the heck is going on?" One of them turned to the equally startled Trevor. "Did you rig it?"

Trevor shook his head, unsure, watching dumfounded as Trent tried in vain to escape the Camaro. It kept coming for him until he was on his feet, and pushing his two friends along. "Let's get out of here! The crazy bastard's gonna try and run me down!" Trevor watched them run off with a look of almost amusement. "It's Satan's Camaro!"

"And keep running you pussies!" The car added rather bluntly.

Trent had completely forgotten Trevor at this point as he rushed out the door. And all at once, the car stopped, its lights shut off, and so did its radio. "What... Who... How?" Trevor tried to look in the window, confusion in his eyes. "Dad? Dad is that you in there?" There was silence, and Trevor knew the answer was "No". "Alright, alright this isn't happening, my car can't be alive." He then paused. "What are you? Who are you?"

Bumblebee hesitated a moment, but knew there was no going back now. Trevor had seen him move, had seen him do things on his own. And no matter how much he tried to act just like any other car now, Trevor would know otherwise. And so, with a whir of gears and a shifting of moving parts, Trevor watched as his new car stood up, and became a giant robot, one whose head hit the ceiling. "Alright, let's take it easy..." Bumblebee began, his natural, calm and somewhat-youthful actual voice coming out of him now. "If you'll just take a deep breath, I can explain every-."

"Holy crap... Holy crap... I'm dreaming, I'm hallucinating," He watched as the robot stared at him with two, soft blue and concerned looking optics. "I..."

And the next thing Bumblebee knew, the boy had lost consciousness.

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He woke up away from the garage, and rather outside, in an old field. As his eyes traveled up, he quickly found that, as he had feared, it was not even close to being a dream. As there, in the distance, his eyes locked onto the giant yellow robot that was once his car, staring up at the sky, and sending something out. "Oh my God, it's worse than a dream," Trevor muttered. "My life just became a Steven Speilberg film."

As if hearing him, the robot turned his head, and threw up his hands. Watching as the boy scrambled to his feet, panicking. "Please do not be afraid," He began. "I come in peace. I am not here to hurt you." He continued. "I'm one of the good guys."

Trevor rubbed his head a little, keeping his eyes focused on the young scout. How did he know it was true? That he wasn't there to kill him? Maybe everything back at the shop had simply been a trick. "Sure, and I'm the king of England," Trevor pointed slowly as Bumblebee approached, and slowly crouched down. "Don't come near me, you can't come near me."

Bumblebee rolled his optics at the boy, locking eyes with him. "I want to do a scan and make sure they didn't hurt you," Bumblebee replied, his voice firm. "Especially your leg, given he kicked it very hard. Can you still move it?" Trevor nodded, moving his prosthetic leg for emphasis. "Thank Primus, I'm going to be in enough slag for showing myself off to you. I don't need to add getting you hurt to that."

Trevor looked up at the mech skeptically, uncertainty in his eyes. "You're really not going to hurt me?"

"Of course I am," Bumblebee replied with a sarcastic chuckle. "I saved your aft and your fathers shop just to kill you myself," He rested his arm on his knee, and shook his head. "Nah, I'm not going to hurt you. Especially not after you helped get me out of that scrapyard," The boy smiled a little bit. "I think I owe you at least that much."

Trevor chuckled in response, guessing it was meant as a joke. Honestly, he couldn't believe this, he was talking and laughing with a giant robot. A giant robot that turned into his car, his car which his dad would notice missing from the garage. "So what are you, an alien?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit. "Nah, probably not an alien, someone built you, right? You're some sort of weapon."

"Nah, you're right. I'm a Cybertronian, from a planet several galaxies from here," Bumblebee motioned towards the night sky for emphasis. "My name's Bumblebee." When Trevor didn't reply, his optics softened. "Well, you seem to have gotten past nearly pissing your pants." Trevor blushed a little at that. "That's good, means I won't have to worry about you running off and telling people."

"Those guys might."

"Yeah, I'm sure the cops'll buy that "the car is alive"."

Trevor knew that his former car - this Bumblebee, had a good point. He sighed, and nodded his head, looking up at him. "Thanks, by the way. For saving me from those guys." Trevor replied, wiping some blood from his lip. "I could have taken them, but when he got my leg... Well, he pretty much got my weak spot." He explained.

"Sure thing. I don't like bullies," Bumblebee stated as he stood up tall now. "Those kids may think they're tough. But there isn't anything cool about going in and sabotaging someone else's hard work." He then looked over an object in his hands, tossing it to the boy. "I chased him a few more miles and broke off his license plate. Hopefully they'll get the message to leave you alone, now."

Trevor nodded his head, then sighed a bit. "So, are there more people like you?" He asked, a frown forming. "Am I going to wake up tomorrow and find out that my dad's truck is one of you too?" Bumblebee laughed a little at that. "It's a legitimate question, man. I need to know just how much of the world no longer makes any sense."

"Not yet," Bumblebee shook his head. "But now that I got you involved, they're coming. That's why I took us out here, anyway. To send them a signal. I screwed up, big time, so you'd better be thankful I saved you." Trevor raised his eyebrows. "I was supposed to complete my mission objective, and locate the Allspark. But then you came along and well," Bumblebee hung his arms a bit. "Let's just say I'm gonna be in a slagload of trouble."

"Can you slow down?" Trevor asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Not right now, I'll let them go over the basics when they get here," Bumblebee shook his head. "Right now, I've got to get you home before I blow my cover any more than I already have. It's nearly five o'clock in the morning." Trevor's eyes bulged out at the revelation. "I'm gonna have to go double time if I want to make it there and back to the garage on time."

After a moment, Bumblebee transformed back down into his car form. The action made him blink, and bulk a bit. This would take getting used to, and quite frankly, it was going to take a lot of it. The door popped open and, somewhat reluctantly, he climbed inside. "Look, I'm sorry, I'm kinda flipping out on you. But I swear, I'm not this stiff," Bumblebee sighed. "You like rock music, right? Here, I can search the radio and get some Coldplay going. You like Coldplay? I love 'em."

"Y-Yeah, they're okay, I guess."

As the seatbelt shot over him, and the music played, Trevor leaned back. This was just weird, too weird, maybe in a few hours he'd wake up. This had to be a dream, right? "A giant alien robot that likes Coldplay," Trevor muttered under his breath. "I don't know how this day could get any weirder," He breathed as Bumblebee began to drive. "I'm sorry for breaking your cover, if it helps. I wouldn't have if I had known."

"It's alright," Bumblebee replied with a sigh. "It was bound to happen, I'm just never going to hear the end of it." He explained. "But you need to be the ONLY person that knows about me, Trevor. I'm here for a reason, and if word gets out..." He then stated firmly. "Well, things aren't going to end well, let's put it that way." The boy only nodded slowly. "Have you finally gotten over the shock? Because if you're going to pass out again, we may have a problem."

"You just surprised me!"

"And you passed out, for three hours," Bumblebee teased. "Don't worry, I half-expected you to scream like a little girl too," Trevor frowned a bit. "Hey, you didn't! You beat my expectations! That counts for big points!" At this point, Trevor grumbled, barely noticing as Bumblebee pulled to a stop. "Alright, according to google maps, this is your house. Get inside, and be quiet. I don't think either of us want them seeing me out here."

"You expect me to go back in there like none of this happened?"

"Yep," Bumblebee replied, popping open the door as Trevor climbed out. "If you have any more questions or concerns... Well, you'll see me at the garage." He revved his engines slightly. "But I need to get back there, and more importantly to checking out more about what I'm here to do. At least before the others get here."

"Wait, what are you here for anyway?"

But Trevor's question was drowned out as Bumblebee drove off, much to his annoyance. He could already tell that this was going to be one long, and bizarre weekend. A fact that he could only hope might be made easier when he saw the mech later for more answers.

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A/N: I know, I skipped his mom this chapter. But don't worry, you'll meet her in the next one! :D