A/N: I made a few edits to the last chapter. I write these chapters a little backward, like skipping parts and writing from the bottom up rather than starting at the top and working my way down so there are some weird errors lol. Anyway, sorry about any mistakes or accidental cuts. I know it's short but please enjoy the chapter~

The redheaded woman had her finger aimed at the man that approached her. "Do not fucking touch me. I know my rights." Whatever those rights were, Bumblebee hoped it would keep her safe among the other humans. As he crouched behind the high wooden fence, he watched the woman secretly as her backyard was flooded with intruders.

He still hadn't figured out all of their different social cues to each other, though he'd been on Earth the longest. He was hopeful the humans would be released soon and then they would be able to find the All Spark, keeping Midge and her family safe from the Decepticons.

If not, then Optimus would come up with something, he'd have to. Leaving Midge in danger was not an option for Bumblebee.

"Ow! Fuck you!" His helm whipped back at her sharp yell. The man in black accosted her, both of her thin arms forced behind her. Two clicks follow and her struggling lessened. A hand on her back pushed her toward the house, but she stumbled and fell, a hiss prying itself from her clenched teeth.

"Get up," ordered one of the agents, yanking her off the ground with a solid fist around her upper arm. Bumblebee almost stood to his full height, blowing his cover, but was halted by a servo on his rotator cup. Looking back, he found Optimus' intense stare leveled on him.

"Bumblebee. We need to be smart about this if we want the humans to remain unharmed."

And he said nothing, because Optimus was right. He was always right about these things, no matter how greatly Bumblebee wished for the opposite to be true.

His system was beyond stressed, his processor running double time and sparks nearly jumping from his circuits. He needed to calm down, for her sake. If Bumblebee could trust anyone to get her back safe, it was Optimus.

And he did trust Optimus, but this feeling of worry and unease would not go away. The only cure was having her cocooned in his servos, snug and free from danger. All he had to do was wait.

Who was he kidding? He had zero patience left. He couldn't just stand there with his thumb up his exhaust port, not doing anything to help get her back, even if those were his orders. He couldn't stop thinking about Midge trapped in the back of that ugly, black box with wheels, hands tied behind her back. It got his wires in a bunch. She should be with him. Sitting in his front seat, relaxed, buckled in safe, singing softly to a cheerful song from his radio.

As soon as the car was stationary, he leapt from the bridge. His stabilizing servos hissed on impact, cushioning his more delicate components. Optimus peeled back the roof of the vehicle like it was a cube of energon, revealing his charges stuffed into the back seat. The man from before, the one he'd seen assaulting his human in the yard, was behind the wheel.

The yellow Autobot used his servo as gently as possible, clinching the fabric of her shirt between his two fine motor servos and plucking her from her seat. He used the other to help scoot her into his palm, cradling her full length in his hand and raising her near his face.

"I got you,"

"Thanks," she murmured in response.

Using his scanning function, he examined her closely. Blue and green indicators show him that there are no external injuries on her front side. Using his finger to flip her over, he gave her backside the same inspection. Abruptly, she jerked, her hands splaying across her rear, as though hiding something from view. Her leg muscles clenched, pressing together so tightly that it displaced the soft fat around her bones.

"Don't," she whispered, as though she could see the intent in his faceplate, his inclination to push away her minute hands and split her plush thighs. Bumblebee was naturally curious and yet he was infinitely more interested in what parts she shyly hid from him. The soft red tint to her skin made pride rush through his systems. What a beautiful color she became, with the freckles almost blurring into the red on the apexes of her ears and shoulders. He briefly wondered if she were hiding an injury, but there was no other indicators that she was.

"Autobots, relieve them of their weapons!" Optimus' orders jar the others into action, but Bumblebee still had a human in his grasp. He found a safe spot for her, nestled between his pauldron and his chassis. She leaned partly on his neck, her cushioned rear resting on his shoulder plate.

He let out a mechanical groan when she grabbed his wires for stability, the noises produced by his system before they would normally be modulated by his voice box.

"Sorry! Did I hurt you?"

On the contrary, he reveled in her touch, the soft skin rubbing along the alloy of his neck cables. "Not at all, darling," he played from his tuner, an eyebrow rising charismatically while he sent her a heated gaze. Midge reddened even further, beginning to look like a ripened tomato.

Optimus dragged his scrutinizing gaze over the odd couple, then leaned in closer to the demolished vehicle, speaking to its occupants. "You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?"

The woman peeked over his chest plate, fingers curling over the edge. She spied down at her fellow humans down below. "Motherfucking feds," Midge muttered, her wrinkled nose and tight lips giving away her disdain for the agents before she let a single word slip. "Fuck that guy. I wish I could wipe that stupid smirk off his face."

Standing on his seat, Simmons leveled with the Autobot leader, swapping words with the much larger life form. His voice put an agitated expression on his human's face, which in turn, upset Bumblebee. If she wanted payback, he would get it for her.

He rubbed some gears together, getting her attention with the noise. Tipping his helm at the transgressor, she followed his gaze.

Bumblebee felt below his torso, finding and flipping his lubricant release lever easily. His plug popped off instantaneously, dropping through the air and bouncing off the Agent's head. Bumblebee reeled from the sweet ringing of her laughter, the giggle raising his internal temperature by at least a few degrees.

Spurred on by her chiming laughter, he leaned back, tipping his hips as he felt the release of liquids. His receptacle was nearly empty when Optimus cut in.

"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," he said, his vocals firm enough that Bumblebee knew not to push his luck. Flicking the lever back to closed, he acted nonchalant, raising his arms as though he was innocent. It was worth it so see her face struck with disbelief and glee.

The gaiety was broken by the urgency in Ironhide's roar.

"Optimus, incoming!" He took a knee, slamming his servo into the asphalt and sending a wave of energy through the road. It toppled a few of the approaching SUVs.

"Roll out." At the Prime's word, they transformed. Four bots stood between Bumblebee and the other humans. Helicopter blades slicing through the wind alert them to the threat overhead, and he had no choice but to leave them to the Prime. He'd not put them in danger if he could help it.

The young woman on his shoulder yelped, falling from her place while he reformed. She plopped into the seat, safe and sound, a seat belt strapping her in, the fabric like a slithering reptile winding around her hips. Bumblebee felt right again, his human in her chair and his alloy surrounding her.

And although she was safe, she wasn't pleased. The woman's blue eyes held a whirlwind of rage and worry.

"Where the hell are we going? We have to get to Sam and Mikaela," Midge barked at the yellow bot, voice full of emotion. The last time she saw the two, they were stumbling by the Autobot leader's feet. "Can you find Optimus?"

They sped down the road, leaving behind a trail of dust, and she had lost sight of the other bots.

"He will-"

"Take care of them," intoned an Italian mob boss from the tuner, his New York accent denoting his character archetype. It was perfect for radio.

"Everything will be okay." The seat vibrated under her and she gripped tightly to the strap over her chest. The bot's tires squealed as he takes a left straight into the gulch of the LA river, concrete being the most abundant surface there. That would have been fine if it wasn't a ten foot drop from where they were. "Locked on target."

It was then she spotted what Bumblebee already saw: Optimus wedged into the struts under the bridge ahead. Her brother and his classmate swayed, strung from the Prime's plates. Sam held tightly onto Optimus' shoulder, his other hand tethering Mikaela to him.

How long would his grip last, Midge wondered. Mikaela couldn't stay still, her legs kicking the air as though it wronged her. Then, she's falling, hand still attached to Sam's. He had lost purchase and the giant bot's foot swung. It barely touched the two and neither could find a foothold.

She urged the Camaro onward, panic underlining her strained voice. "No, no, no! They're gonna hit the ground!" On the edge of her seat, she watched them near the ground.

Please, let us get there in time.