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Warning: Minor cursing.

Home Sweet Home.

Selena's P.O.V.

Mom and Dad are right. We are so going to threaten the government to fix our house.

The whole place was trashed. The front yard and garden had giant footprints on them, as well as holes on the ground that the Secter 7 agents have made when they were collecting samples. Flowers and plants had been plucked right out of the ground and from their stems, making mom and dads beautiful garden look like trash.

Inside the house was even worse. A lot of our belongings were gone. Van-ish. Taken. Abracadabra Ala-kazam! Some voodoo shit had to have happen because the house was literally almost bare. The living room was missing the couches and the wine stained carpet. The kitchen table was gone and so was the fridge. A part of me wondered why they took the fridge. My room was the worst. My bed was gone, my backpack was gone, my clothes were GONE! Everything that I owned was gone, except the movie and band posters I had stuck on the walls and the pictures I had taped on the back of my door and mirror. Sam's room was left untouched. Probably because his room is literally a junk yard and you won't be able to find shit in there. You'd get lost in there faster than being in a forest.

I was upset. I wasn't about to get back pains because I slept on the floor.

"Mom!" I shouted. I stomped my way downstairs, glaring at every spot in the house that was missing an object.

Mom was scowling at an agent, arms crossed as she listened to the agent read a list he had on hand.

"What is it, honey?" Mom asked.

"When are we getting our stuff back?" I asked.

Mom's scowl looked permanent on her face as she turned to look at me. The agent in front of her stopped reading his paper and looked at me as well. "Never, Honey. This loser says it's now the governments property. Something about it having traces of alien tracks and getting rid of it before anyone else finds it."

I rolled my eyes. Are you serious?

I glared at the agent and he seemed to gulp.

"Well, I want a new bed and my stuff back. I can't live without my stuff. They can keep my backpack, but I just want my stuff back." I whined. Mom sighed.

"You see? My daughter wants her stuff back. I want my stuff back. My husband and I worked our butts off to buy this stuff! You can't seize my stuff without a warrant."

"I'm sorry, Miss Witticky."

"It's Mrs. Witwicky."

I don't think I'm getting my stuff back any time soon.

Outside, Sam was speaking with Mikaela. They have been out there for a while now talking about who knows what. Apparently, Mikaela's fathers criminal history was getting cleared up after she negotiated with the government agents to stay silent. Everything was going to be fine with the Bones family, although her father might wonder what had happened.

Sam and Mikaela were, I guess, now in a relationship. They held hands, gave small kisses, and giggled at each other like fan-girls. It was nauseating. I was kind of happy for them, but only because of Sam. He was so happy, and this was literally his first relationship. Sounds like a joke to me, but nope. Sammy boy was happy. Besides, Mikaela was cool in my books. She had the guts to fight against giant aliens and help my brother when he needed help.

Bee's automobile form was stationed at the front of the house. He had parked there after we arrived and hasn't moved since. I would have stayed back to talk with him, but mom had dragged me away into the house to check the damage done.

Thinking about damage, dad was still crying at the back yard, weeping over his small Walmart water-fountain and his super green grass. Poor man. He's going to be livid if the government doesn't return our stuff and help us fix our damaged house.

Over all, being home wasn't all great. I miss Kain and the other Sparkling. And the Autobots, I admit. Maybe I should have stuck around more with them before facing this crap at home.

"At least I won't be going back to school until next week." I muttered under my breath. Look for the silver-lining, I guess.

"Looks like you're going to be sleeping on an inflated mattress, hun." Mom told me. She had her hands on her hips, shoulders down and body slumping. She looked tired, her hair messed up after running her hands stress-fully through her hair.

I grit my teeth. So unfair.

"Go get the air mattress from the garage. It should be on the shelf to the right."

That's where I went, to the back on the house where the garage was. Unlocking the wide door and lifting it up, I was greeted with dust and darkness. I flipped the light switch (thank god there was a light switch in here) and looked around inside. A lot of things from my childhood was in here, and more stuff that I didn't know we even have. Sam's bicycle was in here and so was my small tricycle when I was five years old. I had another bicycle, but Sam took it and left it somewhere out in the streets. It kind of stresses me out he did that. I'd have rip my hair off if I had a strong attachment to it.

Some old Tv was in here and my dad's vintage car. Gardening tools and supplies were stacked near the doorway for easy grabbing. Some planks of wood was left over after my dad tried unsuccessfully to build a dog house and accidentally made a three floored house that looked like it would belong for a cat. Every time I saw that hideous thing, it would make me giggle, because I know the thing frustrates my dad.

Walking to the back of the garage and peering at the constant number of boxes stacked against the walls, I looked for any marked with camping supplies and bed covers. It was almost impossible though. The right side of the garage was filled with a whole bunch of boxes. Some boxes didn't have any title indicating what was inside.

"This is like finding a needle in a haystack."

Nonetheless, I picked the first box to my left that was big. I had to be carefully since another box was on top of it. I slowly pulled the box out, keeping watch the other box didn't topple over, and laid the big box down. Looking inside was just piles of picture albums.

"Ugh." Bad choice. On to the next box.

It was tiring and time-wasting. I had to practically wrestle with the boxes. It wasn't easy pulling boxes out. It was like playing a game of Jenga. Maybe I should just give up and sleep on the floor in my room.

Pulling a brown box out, I stepped on something behind me and slipped. The box hit me on my face, and it cluttered beside me. I had banged my head on the ground and my vision was disoriented. I closed my eyes and groaned. This felt like the Battle in Mission City again, and this time I lost to boxes.

"Need some help."

Yes. I actually do need some help. Can you find me my air mattress, get me a glass of water, massage my feet and shoulders, and save me from this internal nightmare that is my garage? I don't thin-.

Holy crap. I must have banged my head on the cement ground way to hard because I'm seeing an angel. Quick, blink fast and slap your cheeks. Maybe that will wake me up.

"Is that normal? I don't think that's normal."

Nope, the angel was still there, with his blonde hair and bright blue eyes that reminded me of blue electricity. Shit. Is this real?

"What?" I said sluggishly.

The blonde boy stared at me with no emotion on his face. "I think you need to go see a doctor. I'll go get Sam." The blonde boy then started to walk away and I panicked.

"Wait!" The blonde boy stopped and turned around. "I'm okay. I just need to get up."

I turned around, my front facing the ground and got up on all fours. I looked up at the blonde boy, expecting him to give me a hand, but he didn't. Well, rude, if I may say.

I used my dads car to get myself up. My back seemed to crack, although there was no sound, and I sighed. That was tiring.

"I'm not doing that again." I said.

The blonde boy just stared at me with the emotionless face. It was starting to weird me out.

"Are you one of Sam's friends or something? Because I've never seen you before, and I know all of Sam's friends." I said. I looked the boy up and down. He was wearing a dandelion yellow t-shirt and dark pants with black shoes. His locks of blonde hair looked kind of bleached and his body frame was thin. Looking at him much better, he seemed to look less like an angel and more like a kid. He was even on the shorter side. Something wasn't right here.

"You could say that, although I've never asked him if we could be friends. We had only just recently met after all. Anyways, this is weird. Seeing you in this form is weird. I was the tall one, but in this form, you're taller than me." He said.

Okay, was he calling me a giant? I don't think we have met before.

"Sorry. You probably haven't noticed and I haven't told you yet, but I'm Bee." He said with such a straight face, that I couldn't tell if he was lying or not.

Then, I looked closer at him and saw his electric blue eyes, blonde hair, yellow shirt and black pants and it clicked.

But, how?

"Bee?" My eyebrows where way up and eyes wide. No way.

I reached my right hand out and went to touch his cheek, but it simply went right through and his body disappeared. It flickered and then came back on its step, like a computer screen.

"Yeah. Ratchet told me that would happen. The holform isn't in its final stages yet."

What the hell? Holoform? Final stages? What in the world is Ratchet doing?

"What?" I whispered.

Bee lifted his hand up and pointed behind him, where I just noticed his autoform was there parked in the driveway. "I'm not really here and am instead using a hologram that is projecting my imaginary form up here. So, as you humans would say, surprise."

Oh. I am surprised. I'm so surprised that I think I'm going in to shock.

Then, my face met the floor and the last thing I saw was Bee reaching out for me.

I don't know what happened after I fainted. All I know was that I woke up in my empty room on the floor. There was a fluffy pillow under my head and a quilt was over me. I looked around, finding that I was alone, but the door to my room was open. No one came in to check up on me and I worried I was forgotten.

That is until mom came into my room caring a big box. She was struggling, and cursing as she set the box on the floor. She looked very much upset, but I was mostly surprised to hear my mom cursing up a storm with such strong words.

"Mom?" I called to her. Mom looked at me and smiled.

"You're awake. Great, Bumblebee would be glad to know you're fine. Poor boy almost transformed and caused a whole panic around here." Mom said. She was smiling at me and she bent down to my level and brushed some hair away from my face. "How are you feeling, darling?"

Bee? I remember seeing Bee, but at the same time he wasn't Bee. Instead it was a small boy.

I frowned. "I'm feeling okay, except my nose hurts." I told her. I lifted my hands to touch my nose and I flinched when I had lightly brushed it. It stung and I felt like wincing painfully. That didn't feel good.

Mom winced as she looked at my nose. "Yeah, I wouldn't touch it if I were you. You bruised your nose when you fell on your face." She said. I grimaced. Was my face fucked up too?

"Anyways, I'll go and get you some ice. I had sent your father to buy ice for you and he should be back by now." Mom left after saying that.

I sat up from the floor, patting my hair down. I peeked inside the box my mom brought in to find the camping air beds. I sighed and wondered how she did it.

The sun was still out as far as I can tell from the light coming in from the window. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten anything since in the morning at the base. But my thoughts weren't on what food we had or making my bed. I was still stuck on Bee and the small boy. Bee had a human form now? Yet, at the same time he didn't. It was fake. I couldn't touch it. But how? I've never heard of Ratchet making such a thing. Why would he even do that? Why would Bee show it to me when it wasn't even compete? Why a small kid?

So many questions revolved in my head that I didn't notice when mom came back and had placed the ice wrapped in a cloth touch my nose. I winced and moved away from the ice covered cloth. That hurt like a bitch!

"Ow!"

Mom grimaced and apologized. "Sorry, but you weren't paying attention."

She's right. I hadn't and that's not good. I grabbed the ice and gently brushed it against my nose. I looked at my mom.

"Bee. Where is he?" I asked her. Mom looked at me confused.

"He's outside. Why do you ask?"

Quickly, I threw the blanket off of me and got up from the floor. A wave of fatigue hit me as I got up fast and I had to slow down. My shoes were off my feet and I tried to put them back on, but it took a while as my coordination was off key. Jesus, I'm never fainting ever again.

Going down the stairs was worse. If it weren't for the hand rail for the stairs, I would have fallen down face first and died. Maybe I should have waited longer until I was better to move around.

I swung the front door of the house open real fast and heard it bang against the wall. We should really buy a door bumper to prevent holes in the wall in the shape of the door knob.

It was cool outside. The sun was setting behind me and the house was blocking the sun for me. There were cars parked alongside the sidewalk, but I didn't see Bee's autoform.

Mom and dad's yard and green grass was already trashed, so I didn't mind walking over the lawn and stepping over holes on the ground. I don't think dad even cared if he saw me walking over his beloved lawn since there was nothing serious to cry over it. I looked to the side of the house, were the drive way curved around back. Bee was parked there to the side, sitting alone. I wonder if he was cold.

I dashed towards him, ready to swing my arms around and wave my hands back and forth, because I had a lot to say to him.

"Bee!" I said loudly, jumping to the front. Instead of doing what I wished to do, I placed my hands on my hips. "We need to have a talk?"

Now that I think about it, that sounded terrible. I shouldn't have said that. It made me sound like if I were angry, which I wasn't. I was not angry or frustrated. I just needed some answers to questions I had.

Bee didn't automatically transform and bent down to talk to me. In fact, I don't think he was even aware I was here. Maybe he was sleeping. I couldn't tell. I was talking to a car after all, and if any stranger saw me, they'd probably think I was coo-coo crazy, which I'm not.

"What's wrong? Everything okay?"

I yelped and twisted around to see that same kid from earlier this day, although he looked more shorter and kid like. He still had the blond hair and electric blue eyes. I should really stop staring into those blue eyes. They were so unusual and mesmerizing.

I looked away, hand placed over my eyes, and sighed. I will never get used to that hologram, or whatever it is.

"What's going on?" I asked.

The kid cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean? You're the one who came out looking for me." He said in that mature voice.

No, this wasn't right. This looked and sounded all wrong. Wrong. So so wrong. There's a kid who speaks with such a manly voice. Not like a kid at all. And the fact that the kid is Bee was unsettling. Bee has caught aliens and most likely killed before. This kid in front of me looked like he couldn't harm a fly. That's dangerous. So very unsettling and dangerous. Why did he have to be a kid?

"I mean, how did this happen?" I asked him, waving a hand over his form.

Bee looked down at himself and cocked an eyebrow up. "What do you mean. I told you. Ratchet was making a holform and I chose to test it out. Pretty sweet, eh?" He looked up at me and smiled a toothy grin.

Oh god, he looked so adorable. I just wanted to coo at him, which isn't right. Wasn't he older than me?

"Mhm." I nodded my head because I don't think me voicing out my protests would be nice. I wouldn't have minded if Bee looked like someone much older, although looking way to old would not be nice either. "Yeah, sweet. It's just..." I didn't feel comfortable talking to a small kid.

Bee didn't know what I was thinking of what my problem was. That's fine with me. I didn't want him to know because it wasn't my right to tell him to get rid of the holoform. Gosh, I sound like a total idiot and mean.

"Can you change it?" I asked.

Bee moved closer to me and stopped. "No. Ratchet is still working on it, but he says that when he fixes it, I can have much more range to change my image." He said.

Good. That's very good news.

"What about the touching? Will I be able to touch you too?" I said, but then I flushed in embarrassment and tried to take back my words because I sounded like a total pervert. Touch him? So dirty!

Bee frowned. "I don't know. Maybe. Ratchet only decided to work on the holoforms to help us integrate better with you humans and stop unsettling the new recruits when they see us."

I nodded, still embarrassed.

"That sounds smart. Probably makes things much easier. Hopefully Ratchet works things out."

Bee nodded, his small form shaking their head up and down.

We stood there in silence. I twiddled my fingers and looked around. I didn't know what to say next. All of my questions where answered, but the feelings in me were not settled.

"Hey, you want to stargaze with me?" Bee broke the silence and asked me.

I blushed and smiled at him. "Sure."

Sounded like better than nothing.

Bee stepped towards me, his small form moving by past me. He then fizzled out and then appeared over on top of the hood of his autoform. I was surprised. I hadn't expected him to get on top of himself. I squeezed my eyes closed. That sounded dirty again. Banish those thoughts.

I wasn't sure if I should also get on top of the hood, but Bee tapped his hand over the empty spot next to him and so I did get on, settling back next to him. I learned back, my back touching the warm hood of his autoform. It's wasn't cool as most cars are and I enjoyed that, because it was really cold out here and his warmth was really soothing.

Looking up at the sky, I could see only some stars. The city lights and the light pollution don't let me see the full extent of the celestial sites. I imagine I would have been able to see a lot more than what I am seeing.

"You can't see it well, but that small stars right there is from where I came from." Bee said from besides me, pointing up at the sky. I squinted and looked at where he was pointing, but couldn't see the star. I frowned. Bummer.

"I can't see it." I told him. Bee frowned.

"Lean towards me." He said, but I didn't want to because if I did, his form could fizzle out.

"Nah. Maybe some other time when your much more real." I said, looking him straight at his eyes.

Bee smiled. "Okay."

"Okay."

I laid my head back down and sighed. My hands were to my sides, touching the warm feeling of the hood. I felt a small brush next on my left hand, like a feathery touch that tickled. I brushed it off as nothing except my imagination and continued looking up at the sky.

"This is nice." I said, "We should do this more often."

"Yeah. We should."

A/N: Hello, fellow humans!

Hope you're all safe. Please wash your hands with soap, keep a positive mentality up, breathe and stay safe. We're all in this together through these tough times.

This chapter was fun to write. I don't think none of you expected this to happen. I mean, hehe, Bee's holoform is a small kid. Isn't that adorable?

To bad Selena can't see it that way.

Anyways, I hoped this chapter let you relax a little and take some stress off of you. We all need some entertainment.

Next chapter is in the works. You'll have to wait a bit more, though. Sorry.

Despite my classes being online right now due to the pandemic, I'm still a busy college student. I'm trying though!

Please stay safe.

Thanks for reading!

~Toodles~

Update: This chapter was finished two and a half months ago, and I was going to publish it on April 5, but that never happened because my older brother had passed away unexpectedly at the hospital. It has left my family and I in shock and confused. Even now I am still wondering how this could have happened and what I could have done to help him.

This fanfic has been postponed for a while now, and a lot of things have been preventing me from continuing. one of them was because of my classes being online. Another was because my family and I had to prepare everything for my brothers funeral and wake and raise money for him. Then, and my current situation, I am helping remodel my parents house. It's been difficult and exhausting. I thought paying my parent's bills was a lot, but this is another level. Then, my uncle passed away not so long after my brother and going to the cemetery to burry him just brings me more pain since my brother is buried right next to him.

(My brother did not pass away due to the virus. Nor did my uncle. But I must remind everyone that they must be safe, take care of themselves and their family.)

Just to clear things up, I will continue this story now after a while of no activity.

This year has not been easy on a lot of us. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here to listen. Or if you don't feel safe talking to a stranger, then call your local mental health line. I think almost every city or college/university has one.

Remember, take care.

Thanks for reading.

~Toodles~