(Y/n) makes her way into the police station, heels clicking against the floor when she steps through the glass doors. She isn't aware of her surroundings that she bumps into someone, her papers falling to the floor scattered everywhere.
That's the god-knows-how-many-times this week.
"I'm so sorry—" (Y/n) squats down and starts to gather the papers.
Soon, she finds another pair of helping hands with papers. "It's okay." The person answers.
She looks up, surprised to see a familiar face other than Bumblebee in this precinct.
"Sideswipe?" She raises an eyebrow at him, feeling suspicious. "What are you doing here?"
Sideswipe shrugs, although he looks just as surprised as she is. "Working, duh." He replies. "You?"
"I'm here to see Bumblebee." She tells him. "Is he in his office?"
"Yep. He arrived ten minutes ago." Sideswipe hands the papers to her. "Not gonna ask what your business with the cap is, so don't ask how am I an officer here, okay? Good luck, (Y/n)."
Seeing him grin makes her smile, too. She gets up onto her feet, nodding. "Gotcha. Thank you."
(Y/n) pats his arm lightly then continues her way to Bumblebee's office. She sees him behind the desk, seemingly uninterested in whatever he is doing on his computer. Knocking on the door catches his attention, and as he looks up, Bumblebee immediately rises from his seat to open the door for her.
"Hey." He greeted, letting her in. "Everything okay? Haven't heard from you in a few days."
"Never better." Answers (Y/n) with a hint of sarcasm. "I need help, Bee."
He sits back behind the desk. "Shoot."
(Y/n) hands the papers she had collected together with Strongarm the past week. "We found a way to bring Starscream to court."
Bumblebee raises an eyebrow, looking through the files briefly. It takes some time before he nods approvingly. "Okay, that's good."
"But I'll need more evidence, if possible." (Y/n) takes a seat on the chair across from him. "Maybe a few witness statements can be very useful."
He leans back against his own seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You know I can't—"
"I know." She sighs. "I wish you could though; it would help a lot."
Then, (Y/n) pulls out her phone, scrolling on the screen a bit then hands it to the man.
"Do you know her?" She asks, eyeing the young police who's staring at the photo on her phone screen.
Bumblebee shakes his head. "No. Should I be?"
"Yeah, we knew her." She replies. "She was one of us."
"One of—?" Once again, he takes a closer look. "Wait, isn't that Arcee?"
The look of surprise in his face makes (Y/n) chuckle, and she confirms his answer with a nod. "She is, but she doesn't want to talk."
Bumblebee hands her phone back. "I suspect so. What do you need help with?"
(Y/n) locks her gaze with his' seriously as she takes her phone from him.
"If you can't talk as a witness," She replies, "then help me find where she lives and convince her to talk."
—
As the car makes a right turn on a very unfamiliar neighborhood, (Y/n) feels the nervousness building up again inside her.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Bumblebee asks from the driver's seat, tapping the steering wheel lightly with a finger.
"Honestly?" (Y/n) laughs dryly. "No. I met her when I first arrived, actually, and she specifically told me not to get her involved in this whole thing."
"Can't help it, huh?" The officer takes a quick glance at her just to see her distressed face.
She simply nods, leaning against the passenger seat's window. "Yeah, for all we know, we were the only ones of his 'children' that are still around."
Soon, they stop across what seems to be a very old apartment building. It is only five stories tall, (Y/n) can tell, but from the outside it looks so packed.
"This is it." He announces as he unbuckles his seatbelt. "Let's go."
She unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs out of the car. Distracted, (Y/n) takes no time to cross the road in an instant, not noticing the speeding car coming her way.
It all happens so fast. Before she even realizes what is going on, she is being pulled back harshly and sees the speeding sports car passing by her. She feels a hand around her waist, her back pressed against someone's chest.
Her heart beats faster than it should. A sigh of relief is then heard behind her.
"That was too close." She hears Bumblebee saying. "You okay, (Y/n)?"
She turns around, smiling lightly at him, grateful. "Thanks Bee."
He nods, and this time, she lets him lead her to the apartment building.
As they walk up the stairs, various scenarios run through her head. Would Arcee even open the door for them? What would she think of her involving Bumblebee in this? What kind of answers will she get? Or even she will get any answers at all—
"We're here." Bumblebee looks at the small slip of paper in his hand. "This is her place."
(Y/n) inhales deeply, turning to the door. Bumblebee stays behind, leaning on the railing while waiting for her. She knocks on the door once, not receiving an answer immediately. She is about to knock for the second time before the door slowly opens, revealing the familiar figure of a woman standing there. Her face clearly shows a surprised look.
"(Y/n)?" Arcee frowns. "How did you find me?"
She steps to the side a bit, allowing her to see Bumblebee that lingers behind her. He simply gives her a small wave, knowing that the look from Arcee's face shows confusion, especially after eyeing the uniform he wears.
Then, she throws a sharp look at (Y/n)'s direction. "You bring an officer to my place?" she hisses. "How dare—"
"Arcee, relax." He takes a step forward. "We're not here to harm you."
It dawns on Arcee after she lets her gaze linger on the man for a while. "Bumblebee? How are you able to—" She pinches the bridge of her nose, turning to (Y/n). "God, now you're involving him too?"
(Y/n)'s posture stiffens a little, unable to come up with an answer. She knows she should've done this by herself. Letting anyone, especially those who were Starscream's kids, will only bring harm.
Bumblebee lets his voice be heard first before (Y/n) can say anything. "No, I was assigned to keep her safe." He replies. "Helping her in the process, too; he deserved to be punished."
"But we need your help too, Arcee, please." (Y/n) pleads.
"No, I can't, (Y/n)." She tries to close the door but (Y/n) matches her strength and manages to open the door even wider.
As her gaze shifts to her living room, it meets a black-haired male with some red streaks in them looking at her in surprise.
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Dear Brother (TFP/RID & Reader)
Fanfic[Human AU] Smokescreen and (Y/n) are inseparable siblings. After the death of their parents, they lived with their abusive uncle and aunt somewhere far away from the city. In hopes for a better chance in life and future, they ran away. Upon arriving...
