TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

A SEARCH AND A SITUATION

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, 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!"