Before we start things off, let me just say, YES. THERE ARE SOME CHANGES FROM THE MOVIES! I can't think of any of them on the spot right now, but some of you, maybe even all of you, would notice those changes. That's a heads-up for everyone. Of course a few disclaimers are needed as well. - I do not own any of Transformers franchise except for this story.

Another thing. I had only just recently gotten into the fandom, so don't expect everything to be down in a flash. I might not have built enough on the characters, but I have at least given them short cameos. Don't expect anything every week as my updates are at random times. If I lose interest in the story, I'm sorry. But there is nothing to be done when you lose inspiration.

Rated T - Just small swearing and fluff.

That's all - Enjoy reading this sh*t piece of work I cooked up!

Sam watched the hands on the clock as they ticked away every second of his life. The college student, like the rest of his classmates, was using most of his energy trying to stay focused on the class. But with the monotonic voice of the lecturer, it was getting harder and harder not to rest one's head on the table and lose themselves to the power of sleep. Then again, if not for the somewhat constant Cybetronian words flying around his head, he'd have dozed off when the class started.

Primus, Saviour, Matrix, Allspark.

Always the same four words floating around. It wasn't hard to ignore after the first few weeks. Especially if he kept quiet about it after the Egypt incident. That way, he didn't have the mother-hens (Bee, Ratchet and Optimus) worrying over nothing and that he could continue his education in peace. Truthfully, they've already done enough after the split between him and Mikaela, he honestly couldn't ask for more.

And so that led him here. Following the words that floated across the room while constantly looking towards the clock. Now that everything was back to normal, or at least as normal as it can get, he was miserably bored with his life. Yeah, there were the often visits from the Autobots, friends and family (he couldn't tell the difference between the three), but those times were just the usual check-up on the teen, followed by the usual questions. 'How've you been doing', 'Anything troubling you', and 'you know you can give us a call whenever you want?'. He didn't like being smothered. Always felt like he was being pushed a few feet under.

Glancing once more up to the clock, he was and along with the rest of the class, eager to start their holidays. Exactly a minute before the lecture was done. As the seconds ticked down, Sam silently began to move his things into the bag below his desk. I mean, if you had the ability to read 4000 pages in an hour (a symptom picked up after Egypt), you'd understand the feeling when you hear the last bell. And as the last book was in place and the bag zipped up, the bell went off.

The lecturer didn't bother saying any last goodbyes and followed suit like his students. Sam stood up from his seat as the bag was thrown over his shoulders and he set out of the building.

Once outside, he made his way back to the dorm, finding that door was left open. At first, he thought Leo was in one of those moods again after breaking up with yet another female. His clear sign of that was always the left ajar door. But as he entered, being ready to pity his roommate, he was met by an unexpected blonde.

Like said, the blonde male looked about a year or two older than Sam, but not old enough to be classified as an adult. His blue eyes almost unnatural, his hair spiky in some places while it reached his neck which matched his white skin. His clothes would be classified as normal for a teen with a yellow t-shirt having two stripes run around him, a pair of ripped jeans and some dark sneakers to go along with it. His build resembled the Witwicky, being skinny, but not enough to be bone deep.

There was a moment as the two stared at each other, Sam trying process who it was. He'd never seen him around the dorm, so he could be new. But the blonde looked… familiar…

"Sam!" The blonde said, revealing his British accent. He was surprised to find the stranger knew his name. His guard was on high alert as he remembered the last time he was attacked in his room.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"Aw. I'm hurt you don't recognise me." Sam blinked twice before wincing, his eyes flying up when it hit him like a brick.

"Bumblebee?!"

"Bingo!" Bee cheered, jumping the human and wrapped his arms around the student's neck. Caught up in the surprise, all the teen could do was stand in shell-shock of the situation. With a blush colouring his cheeks, Sam pushed himself out of the embrace to look up to the blonde.

"Wha-How?!"

"It's a holoform. Like a projection, but a little more than a 'ghost'. Why? You don't like?" The holoform looked himself over, thinking he looked fine. At least from what he gathered on the web. Sam did the same before meeting bright blue eyes, his blush thickening.

"N-No… I just… Why're you here? And if you were coming, you could've given me a heads-up." Sam muttered, moving to his chair as he slung his bag on the back and sat down on it.

"Optimus told me to come pick you up, heard you were coming to base for the holidays." Bee explained sitting on his bed.

"Who told you that?"

"Leo."

Sam pulled his hand up to his forehead before groaning, cursing his roommate. His hand came down and began to question.

"Optimus sent you?"

"Yes. He thought you might need the protection on the way there."

"And where'd Leo gone off to?"

"He said something about catching a plane. I physically can't see that happening." Bee admitted. Sam rolled his eyes as he gave a sigh of exasperation.

"Anyways, I guess now that you're here I guess we should get going before night time." Sam said as he reached down under the desk of the bedroom table and pulled out, much to the Autobot's surprise, a suitcase looking as if already filled and packed for a month's worth.

Bee raised a brow. "You pre-packed?"

"Was about to grab a taxi to the place right after coming back to my room. But I guess you beat me to it." He explained, mowing through his suitcase for one final check-up. "Do you mind if I take a shower before we leave?"

"Of course not. I'll be waiting outside the dorm when you're ready." Sam gave a nod before the holoform dispersed into small figments of light, travelling through the window and out to his real body.

The teen watched for a second as the last particle left, moving to his cupboard, he picked out a simple blue button-up shirt along with a pair of jeans before moving towards the door leading into the bathroom.

A few minutes later…

The boy watched as the vehicle left the campus and headed off towards the main road, Bee taking the driver's seat in his holoform. At first, he was looking outside of the window. But as he turned back to the driver's seat, he was surprised to see that the holoform still sat there.

"Um, Bee?"

"Yes?" The blonde voiced, not turning his eyes away from the road.

"You sure you want to keep driving with that body?"

"It's not that I like it, but Optimus ordered us to fit in with society, so he decided that we would use our holoforms more often. He suggested this about a month ago and I'm used to it now… Plus, I can feel more in this body." The blonde elaborated, taking a turn in the road.

"Really? How so?"

The blonde's smile pulled further up as a hand moved away from driver's wheel and caught one of the Witwicky's wrist. The teen flushed brightly and yelped as he jerked the hand up. Before long, Sam had felt it. Warmth on the palm of the holoform. Like a tiny lamp hovering over his skin. Soothing. Then before long, the mech released the grip and returned the hand back on the wheel.

"… Oh." The driver laughed at the response the teen gave as it did more to embarrass the human. For the rest of the trip, the college student watched as the houses go by, quickly turning into buildings of colossal height. From what was told from the mech, they'd arrive in approximately 4 hours, giving enough time for the teen to think and ponder his thoughts, hoping to catch something, anything, random.

Instead, his mind decides to return back to the floating words. Maybe he should tell someone about it. They weren't bothersome, but could eventually lead him into another attack from the 'Cons which worried the back of his mind. Especially after the last time he was taken by one. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't erase the image of blue optics dimming into darkness along with the echo of the Prime's dying words. All the pain and suffering because he didn't tell anyone about the time he found the shard of the Allspark.

He hated to admit it, but the nightmares following Egypt had mentally scarred him. Luckily, it didn't last long. Only a couple of weeks before they faded away. But what was contained in those nights weren't what one would choose to see. Death. Countless and countless times. Different scenarios, but ending in the same way. Colour of blue leaving the optics of Optimus as only two words escaped the dying mech's metallic lips. 'Sam… Why...'. After being impaled by Megatron. Drowned in lava. Brought down by a missile. After all those events, the teen would wake up in a sweaty fit, scaring the life out of his roommate.

Leo had asked about it once, but Sam refused to speak of it. He knew if he did, someone would find out. Adding more suffocated feelings to his mind. Mostly from Optimus. Most likely, the mech would feel guilty over the entire thing and blame himself. So Sam ignored it all together. But it left the feeling of fear when he was about to fall asleep that still followed him to this very second.

Moving on, Sam hadn't made contact with Optimus after the entire Egypt ordeal. Then again, the mech had just returned from the dead and the college student had return back to his occupation. A college student. That left little windows of opportunities for him to apologise, knowing it was his fault that the Autobot died. There was also this gnawing feeling at the back of his head that kept pushing for reasons to meet with the Prime. He tried to ignore it, but an ache in his head always pushed forward. And because of that, most of the time spent in class were of times thinking about Optimus. He'd blush at the thoughts before someone would give him a light knock on the head by the spine of a book. Most of the times, the teacher.

Sam blinked out of his thoughts and noticed someone was patting him on his shoulder and the car had temporarily stopped. His head turned to face Bee with a concerned look on his face. "Sam?"

"Huh?"

"I've been calling out to you for the past five minutes. We're here now." The blonde pointed a finger in front of the vehicle, noticing that they were parked in front of the base. Sam turned and found it to be true. There were a few soldiers here and there… and everywhere… Some on a vehicle of their own while others walked and talked in small groups. The sun was partially over the horizon while it cast an orange colour over the sky.

"Sorry, Bee. Just lost in thought." He apologised before exiting out the door. He was about to walk around and grab the suitcase, but the holoform had already gotten behind the trunk and had begun to open it. The holoform pulled it out before handing it to the human, disappearing right after.

Sam took a step back as the Autobot transformed back to his bipedal state. He could never get used to it. He's seen it over a hundred times and he'll probably see it a hundred times more, but that won't do anything to sway the teen's hype when he sees them shift. I mean, who wouldn't be amazed at the sight. Each and every part of a vehicle moving to a certain place to make something even greater.

Once the mechling stood proud and tall, he looked down to Sam and gave a gesture to follow him. The teen simply nodded and abided the instruction, lightly jogging to keep up with Bee's strides. They entered the large structure as it was teaming with soldiers. Sam took a look at every point of the compass and saw only groups of people talking or exchanging information. Surprisingly, none had turned their head to greet the Autobot. That showed how much they must've gotten used to seeing the species around.

"Are the others around?" Sam asked, still staring in awe of the numbers.

"Most of… them… are away… at a… meeting…" The bot spoke through his radio. Sam looked up in confusion.

"Why don't you use your voice?"

"… Only private…" Bee replied, again using the radio. Sam was tempted to laugh, but knew better than to mock one's faults. The bot was shy. He didn't burst out laughing, but he did cough to cover up a smile. Bee looked back as he held his cannon up. Sam coughed again before the bot finally turned back forward.

The walk was a few minutes long before they reached a turn. Once turning Sam looked down the corridor to find both large doors and small ones, indicating that they were most likely made for the Autobots. Their hangars to be exact. The only difference between the doors were the numbers placed on them. The large doors starting the order then moving onto the human-sized doors. The human was led to one of the small doors before the Cybertronian had turned back to his alt form, his holoform appearing out of the of the Camaro.

The blonde pulled out a key from his subspace of a pocket before opening the entrance to the room. Sam went wide-eyed when the room was revealed to be of high-class. A neat and white, despite being single-sized, bed was pushed into the far corner with the windows just above it, giving a perfect view of the night. To the side of the bed, a night stand was placed with a brand new digital clock on it. On the ceiling, a TV was set up so one could watch while staring up at night. A table holding a night lamp, a shelf of books and a computer was set up to the corner nearest to the door. The other corner nearest to the door was a kitchen which held a large dinner table, a refrigerator, an over, a microwave and a second door leading to a bright bathroom. And lastly, off on a wall opposite to the bed, a walk-in cupboard was made with many sets of hangars and shelves for any guest.

Sam had slightly pinch himself when he saw it because it was almost too good to be true.

"You motherfuckers."

"Sam. Please refrain from speaking like Sergeant Epps."

"Sorry. But what'd you guys do? Make every guest room like this?" The teen asked, moving into the room with the briefcase in tow.

"No. Optimus had it custom made for you." Bee stated, leaning on the doorway.

"Well he did a fine job of it," Sam moved over to the bed letting the briefcase rest in the middle of the room and flopping his body on the bed's surface. He practically sunk into the furniture. "And I have to say, he's got style." Sam complimented.

Bee chuckled before laying the keys on top of the suitcase, making his way back to the door. "I'll leave you to rest for a while. Need dinner, you got yourself a fresh batch of cuisines in the fridge. Anything else, give the corridor a shout. Will and Epps are in the rooms beside yours with the rest of us in our own rooms. You can meet the others tomorrow morning."

Propping himself on his elbows, Sam flashed a grin towards Bee. "Thanks, Bee."

The Autobot wasted no time after the sentence before turning around, hiding his flushed state. "No worries. Goodnight, Sam. It is good to see you again." The holoform ended it there and closed the door behind himself as he left.

Sam fell back on the bed, kicking his shoes off in the process. He reached over to the light switch right next to his bed (seriously, how could it not get any better?), flicking it off as he buried himself under the comforter. Forget dinner, right now, he just wanted to sleep an entire day away. For a moment, he stared outside his window, enjoying the stars that came. Surprisingly and coincidentally, he had a clear view of the Orion constellation. Not knowing its true meaning behind it.