*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

I was quietly sitting at the kitchen table eating a ham and cheese sandwich when my phone beeped. Looking down I saw I had a text message from Gracie.

'Flight ran early. I forgot to text you before I got on the plane, but oh well. I'm at the airport though if you want to come and get me. Should've told you that as well, but you'll be okay. Can't wait to see you, my baerrito! Love ya!'

I rolled my eyes at her text. This is so like her. I swallowed the last bit of my sandwich and ran up to my room to grab my wallet and aviators. My dad, Joshua and Jason were sitting in the family room watching TV when I walked in.

"Hey, Gracie's flight ran early so she's at the airport now. I'm going to go get her," I explained to my dad.

He shook his head and looked at me.

"Okay. Have fun," he chuckled.

What was so funny?

I just rolled my eyes and walked out the front door, my loud footsteps catching the attention of the four Autobots and my sister. I began to feel slightly perturbed as they sat and stared at me.

"Can I help you guys with something?" I asked.

"Where are you going?" my sister asked me, noticing my wallet and phone tightly held in my hand.

"I was going to go get Gracie and I came out here to ask Bee if he would take me. Is that alright with you, Hound?"

She was silent and I smirked.

She absolutely hated when I called her that. I only did it because her and Hound's personalities were so alike. It was like they were the same person or bot or whatever. Hound had just snickered at the nickname.

"Whatever, have fun with your lover," she said as I walked toward Bee who was already resting in the driveway in his alt mode.

"Oh, I will," I called over my shoulder, receiving a chuckle from Crosshairs and Drift.

I climbed into the driver's side and closed the door. Bee sped off towards the airport.

"Lover?" Bee asked me.

I laughed.

"She's demented," I told him.

"What were you and-Drift-talking about-earlier?" he asked me.

"Shut up. I know you heard us, or at least heard part of it. I saw the way you shifted after I finished saying that one thing," I chuckled.

I could literally feel him rolling his optics.

"Did you mean it-or were you just saying it-because I-was nearby?" he asked me.

A twist of pain radiated through my body. How could he even think that? I was in no way just saying it to make him feel better.

"Of course I did. I don't know why you would dare to even ask me that, but whatever," I told him.

I felt the seat sink below me.

"I was just making sure-Rose," he said.

I scoffed. Just making sure. Wow. I'm really not good with my feelings, so what I'm about to do is going to be considerably emotional for me.

"Listen. When my mom died, I lost all hope in ever being completely happy again. It was as if a piece of me was ripped away when she died, a very very large piece. I felt myself slowly slipping away. People around me also started noticing a change in me. I realized though, that I had to keep myself together. I had to stay strong, because she sure enough wouldn't want to see me this way, so I finally got myself together but there was still that one missing piece.

"The night my dad had brought home Optimus, I was so angry, but what I didn't know was that his simple purchase would lead me to you. The night before I officially met you and the rest of the Autobots, I broke down. I just couldn't handle the pain anymore. I quickly recovered from it though to keep my family from asking me questions. Although, on the outside I may have acted and seemed like I was fine, on the inside I was terrified and completely miserable.

"That night we talked in Chicago, the night you promised you would never let anything happen to me, I could feel just a bit of happiness trying to make its way through the barrier. I had actually felt safe and even though I had only known you for a day, I felt like I had known you forever. I felt that I could trust you more than I could trust anyone else, even Grace.

"As you and I got closer, I could feel something inside of me literally trying to patch itself up. I then recognized it as the 'piece of me' that had been ripped away when my mom passed. Over the course of the past year, I've been happier. Although, I still do miss my mom, there's no more unwanted pain. I feel whole again and it didn't take me long to figure out why. You were my missing piece, Bumblebee. When I tell you how grateful I am that you saved me, I mean that in more ways than one. I've just never told you, and you don't even have to say anything. I just wanted you to know that just in case you think you need to question my intentions again," I finished, a bitter tone in my voice as said the last sentence.

I realized that I was crying and quickly wiped the tears away. I knew it'd be super emotional for me.

"Rosalie-" Bumblebee started, but I cut him off.

"Please don't. I just can't right now," I told him and leaned back into the seat.

The rest of the ride was silent. I know that I had upset him, but he had upset me as well.

After another five minutes, we pulled into the airport's parking lot. Gracie was standing out front waiting on us. Once she spotted the black and yellow Camaro, she ran over to us. I got out of the car to greet her and help her with her bags.

"Hi!" she said excitedly as she hugged me, throwing her bags to the ground in the process.

I squeezed her back and she released me.

"Hey, Bee!" she said as she patted the back of the car.

He whirred a hello at her before opening up his trunk. I picked up one of her three large bags and placed it inside while she grabbed the other two. I headed back towards the driver's side of the car and got in, Gracie doing the same on the passenger's side. After the doors were shut, Bee quickly drove off. Gracie turned and stared at me, eyeing me curiously.

"What?" I barked.

She wasn't effected by my harsh tone at all. She just continued staring at me.

"You seem a little bit off. What's bothering you?" she asked me.

I gave her a small smile and leaned my back against the door.

"Nothing, Grace. I'm fine," I assured her.

"You can't hide your lyin' eyes, and your smile is a thin disguise. I thought by now you'd realize, there ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes," Bee's radio sang out.

I stared at the radio, my mouth slightly agape. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Gracie raise her brow at me.

"I knew it. Tell me," she pestered.

I groaned and closed my eyes in frustration.

"It's really nothing, okay? I'm just a little upset more or less, but I'll be fine. I promise," I convinced her.

She sighed and sat back in her seat.

"If you say so," she replied.

I gave her a smile, which she happily returned, and soon enough we were pulling into my driveway.

I got out of the car as Bee came to a stop. I grabbed two of the three bags from inside the trunk and walked through the front door of the house. I ran up to my room to place her bags down, Gracie following quickly behind me.

"Gosh, what do you have in these?" I huffed as I threw her bags to the floor and plopped down onto my bed.

She giggled.

"Clothes, shoes, and other necessities," she responded.

I shook my head at her. I'm sure she didn't need that many clothes. She was only going to be here for a few weeks or so. I sat up and looked at her.

"Let's go outside. I'm bored and it's warm out there," I told her.

"But, it's also getting dark," she retorted.

"Oh well. You'll be fine," I said, getting up off of my bed and dragging Gracie into the family room where my dad and Lynleigh sat.

Joshua must've went home after I left.

"You're day just got better. Why? Because. .I'M HERE!" I yelled as I jumped onto my dad's lap.

He grunted and tried pushing me off of him.

"Get off of me, fatty. You're crushing my sacrum," he told me.

I faked a hurt expression.

"Ouch. No need for the name calling, padre," I teased.

He just laughed and shook his head at me before getting up to hug Gracie.

"Hello, Grace," he her.

She smiled and hugged him back.

"Hi, Mr. Stalin," she addressed before releasing him and turning to Lynleigh who was shoving chips into her mouth.

"LYNLEIGH!" she yelled.

Lynleigh looked at her wide eyed, her mouth full of chips. She awkwardly waved to Grace before going back to eating. Gracie and I just chuckled.

"Jason's probably in his mancave upstairs and I really don't feel like going all the way up there just for you to say hi," I whined.

Jason lived on the third floor along with Lynleigh. Why they chose to be all the way up there, I don't know and personally I didn't care. I just wasn't a fan of walking up all of those stairs.

"It's fine. It's not like I won't see him tomorrow," she snickered.

"Well, dad. We're going outside to gaze at the stars," I told him.

"It's only 7:23, Rose," he said while giving me a look.

I just rolled my eyes.

"Oh well. They'll be out sooner or later. Come on, suga," I said as I pulled Gracie out the front door.

"You're being unusually bipolar. Not even fifteen minutes ago you were tremendously upset, and now you're perky as hell," she remarked.

Not true. .I was still upset over what happened earlier, but I was just doing a better job at hiding it. I just didn't want her worrying about me or asking questions.

"It's the hormones, man," I exclaimed as I ran to the courtyard where the four Autobots sat.

Gracie took this as an opportunity to trip me. I squealed as I came in contact with the cold grass. I let out a small groan and just laid there. The sound of laughter, both Gracie's and the Autobots, echoed inside my ears, but soon stopped as they realized I hadn't moved.

"Is she dead?" I heard Crosshairs mutter to one of the bots.

"I don't know. Rosalie. Rosie. Rose," Gracie called.

I could feel her poking my sides. I opened my eyes and quickly grabbed her arm, flipping her over. She groaned as she hit the ground. Satisfied with myself, I smirked and got up.

"Next time, don't trip me," I said smugly and walked over towards Crosshairs and Drift who were sitting in the corner.

Gracie got up and sat by Bumblebee and Hound. I met Bee's optics for a fraction of a second, but turned away quickly before the sadness had the chance to resurface.

"So, how have you guys been? I haven't seen you in a while," Gracie said.

"Things have been quite the same as they've been since you left. Pretty boring. Nothing exciting at all, but it's okay," Hound told her.

"You forget that you've managed to almost blow up the house and not to mention you almost killed me this morning, so boring isn't quite the word for it," I responded.

Hound just scoffed.

"Well, I didn't, now did I?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Wait, how did he almost kill you?" Gracie chuckled.

"He threw a grenade at me. No big deal though. I'm fine," I assured her.

"Although, if Bumblebee hadn't of reacted in time, she may not have been sitting here with us right now," Drift explained.

I just sighed and laid down in the grass.

"Yeah. Something like that," I said dryly.

Drift glanced down at me before turning back to the rest. I felt myself drifting off to sleep as I listened to their endless chatter.

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Pain. That was all I felt as I stared at the lifeless metal body in front of me. The fighting, explosions, and gunfire continued around me, but I couldn't even think about it. I was far too focused on the fact that my heart had been ripped from my chest. The bot quickly fled, but not before giving me another one of his sadistic smiles. I had still been pinned to the ground and I didn't know why. It wasn't like I had the strength or the energy to move. I just sobbed.

Around me, I heard several people yelling my name, but I paid no attention. Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted. My eyes widened as I realized they were moving me away from Bumblebee. I thrashed around in the arms of my captor, but failed to get lose none the less.

"NO! BUMBLEBEE! We can't just leave him! We can't!" I yelled, hoping they would understand and take me back to him.

They just continued running with me. I cried harder as I watched Bee's metal frame disappear from my view.

"No. Please," I whimpered, only to be ignored.

We just left him. How could we just leave him like that?

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I gasped, struggling to catch my breath. I coughed and sat up, warm tears making their way down my face. Scanning my surroundings, I saw that I was still outside, the only difference was that it was dark. The four Autobots and Gracie stared at me. Worry was etched into Bee's features while Gracie looked almost frightened. I shuddered slightly as I remembered the nightmare I just had. The feeling from last night slowly seeping back in. This time I didn't ignore it. I looked at the bots and Gracie before speaking.

"Something's coming. Something bad. I can feel it," I croaked out.

"What do you mean, young Rosalie?" Drift asked me.

"Something bad is coming. Something worse than anything I've ever experienced. Something worse than the Battle of Chicago or Hong Kong itself. Just trust me, please. They weren't just nightmares. They were warnings. At first, I didn't pay any attention to them, but now I am. Just be ready."