Bumblebee x (Female) reader Dark Of The Moon

Ah shit... here we go again

It was Sam's first day on his job. Since I still had a few days off before I had to leave, I decided to sleep in. There was a slight knock on the door, waking me up. With a groan I turned around and buried my face under the pillows, wanting to fall back into the world of dreams again. "I'm leaving now, (Y/N)." I simply gave him a groan and a thumbs up before falling back asleep. I didn't have any plans today, so unless Wheelie and Brains woke me up for something, I deemed it best to stay in bed.

I woke up again a bit later to my stomach growling, clearly saying it wanted food. I yawned and stretched before I got up and went to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cereal. "Finally awake, huh, (Y/N)?" Wheelie asked, leaning on over the couch. "Yep." I responded, popping the "p". Wheelie nodded, turning back to the television. "Got any plans today?" Brains asked, chewing on an old screw. "Nope." I answered, taking a spoonful of cereal in my mouth before I sat down with them. We watched a few episodes of Star-Trek before I went to the showered and changed out of my pj. I was brushing my hair, when my phone rang. I got my phone and saw it was Sam that was calling. "Hey, Sam. What's-", "(Y/N), you need to get here right now." Sam said in a low voice, almost a whisper. "What?" I asked, confused. "I can't tell you a whole lot, but you need to get over here." Sam said, clearly in a rush. I gulped and rushed to get my jacket. "I'll be there as fast as I can." Hanging up and putting on my shoes before calling a cab. Something told me I didn't have time to wait on the bus.

As I arrived, I hurriedly paid the driver before I ran through the entrance. Before I could enter, there was a loud thud beside me and I turned to see a man laying on the ground. Glass was still falling and people were already swarming the person. Several alarm bells were going off in my head and I ran up to the front desk. "Hi! I'm here to see Sam Witwicky." I said, feeling stress rush through my body. The lady just looked at me bored before she gave me a small note with the floor number. I quickly thanked her before I ran over to the elevator. I've never felt an elevator could be THIS slow, but it felt like it took hours to arrive, and even longer to get me to the right floor. When the door finally opened, I quickly walked down the hall hoping it was the right one. Luckily it was and I spotted Sam talking to an older man. "Hey, Sam!" I said, trying to hide the stress in my voice. "(Y/N)." Sam sighed in relief while the olde rman raised a brow. "This is my sister, (Y/N). This is my boss, Mr. Brazos." Sam introduced us to one another. I offered my hand and the man shook it. "Hi." I greeted with a smile. "A pleasure meeting you." He greeted me with a smile. I was about to respond when the all too familiar sound of a transformer changing it's form caught my ear and I felt my blood drain. As I turned, a few shots were fired and a man was thrown into a wall. This was followed by more shots as people started screaming and started to take cover. Sam grabbed me by my arm as he pulled me down behind a desk. Trying to peek over, I saw a vulture-like transformer, clearly a Decepticon, fly towards us while destroying everything around it. It attacked Sam's boss, throwing him into a bookshelf. "We have to go!" I gasped, pulling out my phone and calling Bumblebee or anyone on the team. I just wanted someone to answer. We ran as fast as we could, trying not to crash into anyone else, while this killer bird followed us. The phone got to voicemail and I hung up only to try again. "Run, (Y/N)!" Sam yelled, making sure I was behind him. "I am running! Run faster!" I yelled back, trying again to call the number. Sam pulled me pack to a computer storage room and we sprinted through the hall, turning corners in hopes of losing the scary flying bot.

We ran down the emergency stair and I couldn't hear the Decepticon any more. "We need to get Carly." Sam said, running to his car. "Isn't she more safe at work?" I asked as I ran over to the passenger seat. "We don't know how much they know of our life. I'm not risking it." Sam panted, as he put on his seat belt and took off. "Understandable." I signed, trying to catch my breath. "Who do you keep calling?" Sam asked as he drove. I rubbed my face, frustrated. "I'm trying to get a hold of Bumblebee. Or anyone of that matter. They need to get a heads up of what happened." I growled as I called the number again. When I got to the voicemail again I was so annoyed and Angry I decided to leave a message. "Bumblebee! You better pick up or get anyone else to pick up this fricking phone or I swear! Sam and I almost got killed!" I ended the call and leaned my head against the dashboard. I had called him so many times in such a short amount of time it was getting ridiculous.