A/N: Well, what do you know, I got a chance to update after my first day of school after all. :D Haha And for my version of one of my favorite parts of the movie too! XD From here, Sam will be thrown in the mix finally, yay! I know he had a small role in Chapter 1, and admittedly he will not have the biggest role in the story. But from here on out, he'll be seen and not just talked about more often. :D

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CHAPTER 6
A Search and a Situation

It took a little over an hour to arrive near the Witwicky home. To say the least, they got a few odd looks along the way, and it wasn't hard to tell why. With the fleet of cars and trucks making their way through the small California town, you'd think the President had rolled into town. And yet, Trevor was careful to make sure that none of them saw his face, worried that someone would, inevitably recognize him and turn him in. After all, Bumblebee had picked up an Amber Alert for him over the radio only ten minutes after they had left for his home.

Trevor grimaced in realization that such an alert made approaching the house alone impossible. He leaned against Bumblebee's door, considering the scenarios they had in his head. They were looking for Bumblebee too (even if they had described his former car form), which made it a bad idea to simply drive up to the residence either. Even though Sam's home was not surrounded by many homes, Trevor knew he did have neighbors, many of which would be home for dinner at that time of night. "Trevor, we have to make a move soon," Bumblebee spoke up. "We only have so much time."

"I know, but if you drive up there with me," Trevor began, frustration in his voice. "Well, we could get caught. And if that happens-."

"If that happens, you'll say you were kidnapped," Trevor's eyebrows arched up in surprise. "Listen, Trevor. If all this goes south, I'd rather you get in as little trouble as possible. So don't worry about me, just worry about finding those glasses," Trevor nodded slowly, though he would worry anyway. "If anything goes wrong, I'm right here."

Trevor nodded. "I need to get to Sam's window though," Trevor told him calmly. "If Ron and Judy see me, they'll turn me into the cops for sure. They're like second parents to me, so they're probably really worried already," He explained.

Bumblebee took that into account, knowing that he had a good point. Though he didn't reply, instead, as he reached their destination where Trevor had described for him to go. He drove around the side quickly and quietly. "Where's his bedroom?" Trevor pointed up at the second floor. "Alright, hold onto something, this is going to feel weird."

And at that point, Bumblebee transformed, with him inside. However, he was careful to pull him out once his arm had transformed. Soon, Trevor was sitting on Bumblebee's palm as the mech crouched low, keeping to the shadows. Trevor definitely could realize that this was a sign that he had to move quickly. Sighing quietly, he looked in the window, giving a relieved sigh at what he saw. Sam was in his bedroom, with his back to him and watching a TV Show. "Dammit, Sam, you'd better still have those glasses," Trevor looked down at Bumblebee. "Now or never, I guess."

As quietly as he could, Trevor rapped on the window. Swallowing what fear he did have for what he was about to do. What would happen if Sam thought he was crazy? What if he thought that HE had killed his parents? Trevor shook the thoughts away as best as he could, after all this was his best friend. If anyone he knew would trust him no matter hat, he'd at least hope it would be Sam. These thoughts were interrupted as his friend quickly turned his head, his eyes wide, and rushed to the window, opening it. "Trevor, where the hell have you been? Half the frickin' cops in the city are looking for you!" He stated quietly as Trevor climbed through the now open window. "I've been calling you for four hours!"

"Yeah, well, I can't exactly trust the phones right now," Trevor replied with a sigh. "Sam, I know this is going to sound like a totally random question. But do you still have your grandfathers glasses?" He questioned, his eyes meeting Sam's confused ones. "Sam, don't question me, just give me a "yes" or "no"."

Sam nodded his head, confusion in his eyes as he stared him up and down. It was obvious that his best friend was concerned, between the unexpected visit and everything that happened that day. "Yeah, yeah, I do," Sam shook his head. "But we can talk about them some other time, man." Sam shook his head, and stepped forward. "I heard about your parents... About... Everything."

"Not everything," Trevor replied, to which Sam, again, raised his eyebrows. "Sam, I know what I'm about to tell you is going to sound crazy. But I need those glasses, sooner rather than later," Sam blinked, opening his mouth. "Just, hear out what I'm going to say the whole way. Even if I sound like a nutjob, I swear, I wouldn't be coming here if it wasn't-."

"You might want to cut the small talk," Trevor jumped as Bumblebee raised his head to the window. "Prime and the others are getting restless," He quickly caught the eyes of the shocked, and terrified, Sam. "Oh, hello there Samuel."

Trevor leapt forward, clamping his hand down on Sam's mouth before he could scream. All the same, his muffled screams could be heard even as Trevor tried to get him to quiet down. "Sam, Sam, it's cool, he's a friend," Sam looked him in the eyes in surprise. "Look, I'm going to remove my hand now. You have to promise me you're not going to scream your head off. Because we can't be caught, you understand me?" Sam nodded his head slowly. "Good."

As Trevor removed his hand, Sam got a better look. Though he didn't scream, Sam did let out a startled cry when he once again caught sight of Bumblebee. "Trev, what have you gotten yourself into?" Sam shook his head. "That is a giant frickin' robot, man. A ROBOT!"

"I know, I know," Trevor shook his head. "I can explain everything to you. But we have to find the glasses while we're talking. Otherwise, shit's gonna go down, and trust me, you don't want that to happen." He stated. "Now where did you put it?"

For a moment, Sam just stared at him, but finally he stepped forward. Pointing out a corner of his room, which Trevor immediately began to inspect. Without wasting a breath, he began to recall the events of the past two days to Sam. For his part, his best friend didn't seem to shout at him for being insane. No, Bumblebee had made sure that wouldn't happen. But the look on his face still showed Trevor that the boy was bewildered. "So my great grandfather wasn't insane," Sam muttered quietly once he was done. "Who knew?" He shook his head.

"They're not in this corner," Trevor replied, going towards another pile of junk. "Sam, I love you like a brother, I really do. But you seriously need to clean this pigsty up, I couldn't find anything in this room."

Sam rolled his eyes, rushing to search another corner of the room as well. Trevor sighed in relief, at least he was taking this better than he thought he would. It was making this whole situation much, much easier. "So, these Autobots, you're sure we can trust them?" Sam asked as he glanced over at the window. "Oh man, is that them? What are they doing!?"

Trevor shook his head, rushing towards the window. Of course, he was only somewhat surprised to see that by "as close as possible" the robots had meant just outside of Sam's home. "I guess subtlty isn't their strong suit," Trevor breathed in, groaning quietly. "Guys! Do you want to get the whole neighborhood calling the police? This is a bad idea! Big no-no! You guys need to hide."

Trevor jumped back slightly as Optimus transformed in front of the window, startling both boys. "Time is growing short, Trevor," Optimus told him with as much calmness as he could muster. "We simply are here in case Barricade makes a move," Trevor sighed, leaning back a little. "Please, both of you must hurry. If we need to be more inconspicuous, then we will."

"Ten minutes, that's all we're asking for," Trevor replied, trying to keep his cool.

Optimus quickly turned, and motioned most of the Autobots towards the direction of the backyard. Though he turned to Bumblebee, sending a silent message to him yet again. "Don't look at me like that, Prime is worried," Bumblebee told him rather calmly, holding a hand up. "Just work quickly, and know that I'm here to-." They all stopped at the sound of shattering glass, and the rumbling of the ground. "Aw slag it all, what are they doing?"

"SAM!" Ron shouted from behind the door. "Do I hear Trevor in there!?"

Trevor's eyes widened at the sound of Ron's voice, grimacing quietly. Who was he kidding? These were giant robots, subtlety could not be anywhere near their vocabulary. "They can't see you," Sam muttered, turning around to face Trevor. "They're worried sick about you, if they see you, then this is over. I'll find the glasses, you gotta keep them from ruining my yard though."

Bumblebee held out a palm as Trevor nodded vigorously, backing up and climbing onto Bumblebee's palm. The mech quickly turned around, and pressed his back against the wall, keeping Trevor held close to his chest. They listened carefully as the door opened, and voices filled the room. "Dad, dad, there's no one up here," Sam tried to calm his father. "Why would Trevor come here? If he ran away, he'd know he'd be caught."

"I don't know why a lot of things are happening today, Sam," Ron replied, his voice filled with frustration. "First that attack, now the earthquake. I don't know if you're hiding him up here, but if you are..." Bumblebee inched quickly towards the darkness as Ron poked his head out the window. "Sam, we can't keep him hidden, even if we wanted to. Who knows if Trevor was involved..."

Trevor cringed, it stung to think that Ron had even been considering that. "Alright, fine. You did hear Trevor," Trevor's eyes widened, why would Sam say that? "I was on the phone with him. He wouldn't tell me where he was or where he was going. "But come on, dad, you know Trevor better than that, he wouldn't hurt his mom or dad. He loves them."

There was a silence, and then a new female voice joined in. "Ron, he's right," Trevor sighed in relief as Judy spoke up. "We're all just a little jittery today, Sam. If Trevor called, we need to tell the police." Her voice was loud now. "Otherwise he'll be in a load of trouble."

Bumblebee's optics widened with worry, would the Witwicky's really turn him in? Send the police to their doorstep and throw them all off? "Guys, do what you want. I get it, we need to call the cops," Sam played along, or at least Trevor guessed by the way he spoke. "But my backpack, where's my backpack? I left great-grandpa's glasses in there, and I just started getting bids."

"It's in the kitchen," Judy replied, and he could hear Sam running out. "Sammy! You need to tell us where Trevor went!"

As soon as they were certain it was safe to move, Bumblebee set Trevor on the ground, and they moved. Trevor had to hold back his amusement, noticing the Autobots had been hiding in various places along the back of the house. "Okay, I guess that's better," Trevor muttered, looking around at them. "Sam's getting the glasses, but he's kind of still... Freaking out, so you gotta give him time to adjust to seeing you guys."

Ironhide stepped up at that. "That'll be easy, considerin' he ain't coming with us," Trevor's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Did you think we're gonna drag any old human along? Forget it, keeping you safe is going to be hard enough. It's best we leave him once he gets us the glasses." He explained. "Unless someone wants to overrule me on that too."

"I concur," Ratchet nodded. "We have too many liabilities as it is."

Trevor frowned at that, knowing by the look on Optimus's face he agreed as well. It made him feel bad for Bumblebee, that he might never even get the chance to do what he was supposed to. No, instead, he'd been thrown on him, a kid who had had nothing to do with this. "But Bee's mission was to protect him," Trevor replied. "He should be allowed to complete his mission. Not be put with me, you can put me with someone else."

And yet, the look on Bumblebee's face seemed to tell Trevor that he wasn't entirely comfortable with that. A while ago, Bumblebee might have wanted to do just that, get on with his mission. But Trevor had slowly become his mission at the same time. The bond they were forming was still new, and still very simple, yet it was there all the same. "Trevor, Sam was my mission," Bumblebee explained, his optics staring down at him. "But things changed, and so did my mission. All things considered, I think it's safe to say I'm your guardian now."

Trevor looked over at Bumblebee, looking ready to argue. And yet, he saw that Bumblebee was truly serious. After all, they had already been through a lot together over the past twenty-four hours. "Oh no," Jazz suddenly spoke up, his head shooting up. "Ah got bogies coming in, guys. Armed bogies."

"Decepticons?" Optimus questioned, as Trevor stared over at the mech.

"Don't think so, Prime," Jazz told him, staring over at him. "Humans, we need to transform, now."

At once, the Autobots did just that, with Bumblebee's car door flying open. But Trevor worried, armed humans? What would armed humans be doing there? Had the police already gotten word that he was there? Shaking his head, he rushed quickly towards the side of the house, pushing himself to the wall. "Trevor! Get back here!" Bumblebee shouted in a harsh whisper. "Trevor!"

But Trevor only moved closer, his eyes watching as a group of black vans drove up. Trevor gulped, realizing that the nearly unmarked cars didn't seem to be anything police related. So that left one of two options, if not Decepticons: a gang, or, his worst fear: the government. Quickly, he scrambled his way back to the Autobots, his mouth opening to shout a warning. He didn't get a chance to before a seatbelt shot forward, and dragged him into Bumblebee's car form. "Bee! What the heck!?"

"You'll give our position away," Bumblebee muttered.

"It's the government!" Trevor snapped. "If they take Sam, they'll have the glasses. We have to do something." But Bumblebee simply rolled back on the grass. "Bee, you're supposed to be the good guys, right? Because this doesn't scream "good guys"."

"Calm down," Bumblebee replied, trying not to scream at him. "If they take Sam, we'll get him and the glasses back. But right now, if they find you, we're in trouble. You've been in direct contact with us," Bumblebee explained, something that made Trevor raise an eyebrow. "If these are the guys I think they are. They've been following me for years, ever since I arrived. They've taken in anyone that's even checked me out while I was parked somewhere." He then added. "I had to change my alt mode multiple times to keep them off my tail. Why do you think I turned myself into such a beat-up Camaro?"

Trevor tensed a bit, he could only imagine what their reaction to him would be if that was the case. He wouldn't give them up, but he also knew that they didn't want him in that position. Unfortunately, as they waited, Trevor watched as Sam and his parents were led out of their home, in handcuffs. "Frag!" Ironhide groaned from beside them. "If their government gets their hands on the glasses, it's over."

"Not to mention my friend just got kidnapped," Trevor noted, in a deadpan way. "You know, you could be a little more concerned. Considering three innocent people just got taken away in handcuffs." He looked down at Bumblebee's radio. "Bee, we have to go after them. They have Sam, and they probably have the glasses too."

Bumblebee's headlights turned to Optimus expectantly. For a long moment, the leader sat there, considering and mulling over his options carefully. Was it worth the risk of going after him? Of possibly getting them all captured by the government? And yet Trevor made an honest point, these were innocent people, despite their connections to Captain Witwicky. "Autobots, we will follow from a distance," Optimus finally spoke up. "And when I give our normal signal, we will cut them off and retrieve both the Witwicky boy and the glasses."

Trevor found himself quietly sighing in relief at that. Within moments, and without wasting a moment, he felt Bumblebee on the move. Pushing more of his limits this time, which Trevor didn't blame him for. After all, this was now, by all accounts, a race against time. "You know, I used to complain about my life being boring," Trevor chuckled to himself. "I'm starting to think boring wasn't so bad after all."

Bumblebee chuckled, though he noticed the look of concern in his eyes. He didn't blame him, he knew Trevor was trying to hide it, but he was still hurting. And he knew that he'd be hurting for a long time considering everything that happened. For a moment, Bumblebee was silent, but then, he tightened the seatbelt around the boy. Trevor registered it after a moment or so, had Bumblebee just hugged him? Or at least, done the closest thing to hugging him as he could? It felt strange, realizing he had just been hugged by what should have been his car. And yet, there was a certain warmth that he felt when he did it; comforting even.

"It's gonna be okay, Trev," Bumblebee told him gently. "I promise."

And somehow, despite all that had happened, as the seatbelts slowly relaxed, he believed the mech. Sighing quietly, he leaned back in his seat, and let himself relax, hoping quietly that they would be okay. And what's more, he hoped that Sam would be okay when they got to him. And what's more, he hoped silently that when they did get Sam back, they could get the glasses, and end this soon. That the Autobots could go home, and then... Trevor stopped himself short of the rest of the thought. The thought that after this, Bumblebee would go home, something he had the luxury of having. While after all of this, his life would never be the same, he was an orphan now. Who knew what the government would do when he got in their custody. Question him? Make his life miserable for helping them?

And what's more, he was going to admittedly miss Bumblebee. Even after all that had happened, the mech had stuck with him through it all. He'd even promised his dad, a man he never even met properly, that he'd protect him. He shook his thoughts out of his head, the Autobots wouldn't stay, and maybe it was better that way at the same time. It wasn't like they could take him after his parents were gone anyway, so chances were that he would likely never see them again after this anyway.

"Alright, time to get out," Bumblebee commented, popping open the door. "I think we're making our move."

Trevor nodded, and got himself out of the mech. Inside, he could only hope this little confrontation with the government would go smoothly.

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A/N: Woo! My longest chapter ever! :D I've been working to make my chapters longer, so hopefully this will be the start of that. :)