Tranquility, California

June 10th, 2007

Sam Witwicky settled himself into the smooth grass and dirt terrain below his body. For the usual standards of weedy uncut grass that spread across fields of rolling hills, this wasn't bad.

But still, Sam wasn't fully comfortable.

He didn't think he would be for a very long time. It had been one week following the battle of Mission City (or "the Mission City incident" as the media called it) and the reverberations of Ironhide's heavy arm cannons, or the deathly growls of Megatron's vocal chords (vocal processors?), along with the many other sounds of alien robot war, still rang through Sam's head constantly.

It wasn't a good thing, obviously, but such a mental ailment was only made worse by all of the racket going on around Sam in his daily life; at home, in class, even just going for a mid-evening drive with Bumblebee and Mikaela on a chilly Saturday night.

Mikaela.

What should've been the biggest reminder of Mission City, and everything else surrounding those insane few days, was actually one of the only commodities in Sam's new life that calmed him.

That, along with the lovable 2006 Chevrolet Camaro known as Bumblebee (designation B-127 during the Great War of Cybertron, as he had later told Sam just a few days after Mission City).

Bumblebee, who lay in the grass on his back in similar fashion to Sam right next to him. Only a lot, lot bigger and made out of extraterrestrial metal.

Bumblebee didn't feel extraterrestrial, though, at least not when it came to his personality, interests, disinterests, etcetera.

All of the things that made humans… well, human.

Sam sighed, and looked over at his robot friend. "How you doing, Bee?" he asked quietly.

Bumblebee shifted his gaze from the stars and moon above, and towards Sam. "I'm alright, nobody worry about me," he cheerfully responded, sampling lyrics from Kenny Loggins' song "I'm Alright" as part of his whole "radio speak" gimmick.

The whole reason he had to do that was because somebody hurt Bumblebee. Probably many years ago, Sam thought. Those were the effects of war. Bumblebee (and Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet, even Jazz) knew that all too well.

And Sam was beginning to relate to Bee in that aspect.

Sam brushed aside these thoughts as Bumblebee began speaking again. "You seem down," the Autobot said, sampling dialogue from some movie or radio show that Sam didn't recognize. "Everything okay?"

Sam sat up slightly, and nodded. "Yeah, as good as it can be, I guess."

Bumblebee didn't have a movable mouth, but the saddened look in his eyes was just as noticeable as a wide frown.

"Tell me -- The truth," Bee continued. "You should be -- More open."

Sam gulped. It didn't get much more open than hanging out with his twenty foot robot friend in the middle of a public field.He may as well.

Sam sat up even further, sighed, then looked at Bumblebee.

"I think I'm having PTSD," he said. "From the war, the AllSpark, Megatron, all that."

Bee nodded. "I understand, -- Sam."

Sam smiled. "I'm glad you do. I know that…" he stumbled off of those last few words. "I know that you know what I'm feeling. You have to, right?"

"If you don't know me by now, you will never, never, never know me, ooh…" Bumblebee half-sarcastically responded with the Harold Melvin RB hit.

Sam laughed a bit. "Very funny, Bee." He looked down at the grass again. "But you know what I'm feeling, right?"

"Of course. -- I always have."

Sam squinted his eyes in confusion. "Always?"

"Ever since the war. -- It feels -- Infinite."

"I'm sorry, Bee," Sam muttered as he buried his gaze deeper into the ground. Bumblebee gently rested a hand on his shoulder. Sam looked back at him.

There was some joy in Bee's eyes now. "If you want my love, you got it, when you need my love, you got it, I won't hide it, I won't throw your love away," he said, appearing much more gleeful than he had these past few minutes.

Sam chuckled again. "Thanks, Bee. I appreciate it."

He laid back in the grass again, staring up at Earth's Moon, as well as the countless stars that peppered the dark skies above. Cybertron was up there somewhere.

Bumblebee's home was up there somewhere.

This moment felt like it would last forever. That's how Sam wanted it. It was probably how Bee wanted it, too.

So, the two did what they could to make that a reality.