Transformers Revenge of The Fallen: Descendant's Fortune

Chapter 21.

We made it safely through the city of Jordan and ended up near the ancient pyramids. We all climbed out the car and the Autobots transformed to help us climb over the unguarded walls of the tourist attractions.
"Undercover, yo. Got to blend in with your surroundings, be a part of the landscape, right Little K?" Skids turned his head towards me while we walked around all sneaky-like.
"Yup, you were right, just like ninjas." I giggled as I ran beside him.
Skids walked backwards and bumped into Bee, almost falling over on me. I rolled across the ground to dodge him and felt myself getting picked up again for Skids could've easily crushed me. I face my yellow and black striped hero and smiled in appreciation at Bee as we headed towards an abandoned stone building. Sam fiddled with the locks and busted the doors to open.
"Get inside! Move it!" He whispered loudly and beckoned us in.
"Guys, guard us, low profile. Don't make a scene, okay?" Sam asked.
"Ok." I nodded as I sat on Bee's shoulders.
"What? No. Where are you going?" Sam's face scrunched up. "You stay with me, it's not safe."
"You said that last time I stayed with you and look what happened." I snarled as I bluntly gave him the guilt trip, crossing my arms and flashed him an angry stare.
Sam shut his mouth and dropped his eyes and he looked at a lost for words. His body then relaxed and he sighed, "Ok, then stay with Bee."
Sam headed inside and shut the doors. I just huffed and rolled my eyes, kicking the dirt.
"Dumb human thinks he can order me around. Who does he think he is?" I turned and Bee stared at me curiously, not even caring that I was complaining about his friend.
"Ugh, never mind. Let's go, boys."
The three bots transformed and Bee opened his door to allow me to climb in the driver seat this time. We soon sped off to do recon.

*****

The Autobots and I made sure the surrounding area was clear as we drove around. Skids and Mudflap split off from us to cover the opposite grounds while Bee and I went the other direction. It was just him and I, no one else and I was alright with that.
I sighed in the fresh air from the open window, as I leaned into his leather seats and listened to sounds of the wind, watching sand and dirt spiral through as the sun sets turning into the night sky.
Sitting inside Bee was comfortable, to be alone with a bot again, but it felt familiar and empty at the same time. It wasn't like sitting with Optimus and communicating about anything, well, almost anything. I would talk to Bee, but I didn't want to bother him or strain his struggle to find his words on the radio. That seemed to never stop him, though.
"Tired?" A signal buzzed.
"Hm?" I left my sad daydreaming and faced the dashboard, "Oh. No. I'm just thinking."
"Penny for your thoughts."
"Heh, like as if you need the money." I laughed awkwardly and leaned more into the seat. "No. I'm just thinking of home, I suppose. I still miss everyone. I miss...I miss him." I sighed.
"Agreed, but it'll be ok." Bee's radio hummed with reassurance.
"Mm." I hummed absentmindedly, not really up to this conversation.
We drove for awhile and Bee decided to park and fidget with his radio, "Hold still."

"What? Whoah!"

Bee transformed around me and I was once again tossed through crevices and buckling parts and finally placed upon the scout's shoulder. I panted with the adrenaline rush out of being unprepared.
"Sorry." Bee whirred and poked me. "Ok?"
"Yes," I said between breaths. "Just, give me a slower heads up. Optimus usually would. What happened to low profile?"
He gently shrugs and I looked away, the remaining feeling of the transformation always amazed me and was familiar. Too familiar. My mind couldn't keep ignoring him any longer. I thought I was done grieving in hopes that we have a plan to save him again, but the horrible memory of that day and Optimus dying within my hands reach, before my eyes, was pure torture. He looked so relieved and so sad to see me before the lights in his eyes flickered out. That made it so hard to believe that our plan to revive him could even be possible. Not even I had a reason to receive the benefit of a doubt.
What if this doesn't work? What then? What now? Optimus, I want you to come back, but what if I can't do this. I'd be a failure all over again. Should I even keep trying? Where would I go? I can't stay with the others if the humans control them. Do I stay with Bee and Sam? No. Perhaps maybe I should run away again...maybe I...
I felt something poke my cheek and I faced back to Bee. His blue eyes glistened with sadness while he attempted to wipe my tears away.

"Bee?" I asked as the scout gave his full attention. I needed to address this as well. "Why do you care about me?"
He cocked his to head to one side, eyes moving to search for an answer and I continued.
"I'm not even your person, but you've been so nice and calling me little nicknames. Which isn't bad, I don't mind being friends with you, but you'll eventually have to go back to Sam." I said. "So, why now? Why me?"
Bumblebee whirred sadly, lowered his head and gently placed me in his hands to face him upfront. He slowly moved me forward and placed the top of his head very carefully against my forehead. I was a little surprised and didn't know how to react at his action.
I couldn't understand the scout's intentions towards me until his radio buzzed the words, "Because you're like me. Broken. You're like family, too. I want to be your family."
He took one of his other hands and touched his throat tenderly and then pointed to my abdomen. Scars. We have scars. Not only just physical, but emotional as well. How could I not see?
Bumblebee's words tugged at me and I felt compelled to hug one side the bot's face against me, as best I could close to my chest. I could feel my heart pound against us both. For once, I didn't want to let Bee go, I didn't want to let this feeling go. The compassion of the scout filled every void in my spirit, the longing for someone to understand me. It made sense, we were both tortured and badly hurt. We have only the scars and emotional trauma left behind.

Bumblebee didn't see me as a fragile, naive child, he saw me as himself. He was protecting me, guarding me, and comforting me. I needed someone to understand the pain and the grief of someone we both lost, and he provided that. He really is a good friend, or maybe he was something else.
"Bee, thank you. I realize it all now." I said, tracing my finger against his metal. "You've been trying to help me this whole time."
He gave a small whir as he listened to me.
"I think...I think you already are my family, Bee. You're an Autobot, too, and even though we just met, you were family from the beginning." I sighed into the air.
"I wouldn't know what to call you, though." I giggled slightly, tears were still streaming down my face, but I didn't mind. "Ratchet and Ironhide are my 'uncles' the others are more like 'aunts' or 'cousins'."
"I'm happy to be whatever you choose, little sister." The mixed voices said it again.
Little sister? Siblings? Perhaps, that could just work. I've never had any siblings. I was the only child. Siblings care and lookout for each other. Right? I've seen movies. They're also guardians that protect and teach each other. That's what separates him from Optimus, yet, they are also the same. Hm, little sister to Bee, that would make him, what?
"That nickname again, haha. Yes, Bee, I think I know what to call you now." I hugged him tighter. "You can be my sibling, a brother. Since, I'm younger and only ten compared to you, be it Cybertronian and Earth standards, you can be my older brother."
Bumblebee had pulled me away and placed me on the ground before him. He became extremely excited as his door wings flapped and he was doing a funny little dance.
Ha, maybe older was an understatement. I joked to myself and laughed at Bee's excitement.
Bumblebee, my friend, my guardian, my family.

My brother.