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The bots move with such speed that you are almost left behind. Gosh, it annoyed you when that happened. Made you feel so insignificant... and confused. Luckily, Bee was there to safely drive you away along with the group.

The Autobots were moving, Optimus wanted them to get away from where the cons inevitably knew they were. He didn't want anyone trying to take on another indestructible decepticon, and for once you didn't blame him. It almost killed your sweetspark, and that scared you. It was a strange feeling, really. You hadn't been really scared of anything until that hammer clipped the black-and-yellow mech.

As you sped away, comfortable in the camaro's drivers' seat, you grip the wheel a bit tighter, your nerves shocked and your heart beating faster than before. Behind your eyes, Bumblebee was being pummeled by an unstoppable bot, and no matter how many times you tried to shake the thought, it never went away.

This was a nightmare, but you were awake.

"Are you- okay?" Bumblebee said through the radio. "You seem tense."

"Peachy," You replied, absently. Your gaze was locked on the road before you, yet you didn't see it. "Just fine, thanks."

"You're- not fine." He replied, skeptically. "What- is it?"

A sigh escaped you, and you take a hand off the wheel to lean your head in your hand. "When you went up against that.... thing, you got hit, badly."

"Noticed."

"Shh- seriously?" You rolled your eyes. "It just really... really scared me. I don't get scared easily, Bee, and that just... hit me."

The scout was silent, and the interior of the car was silent- not even the vents whirred. "I'm- fine." He replied, at last. "You don't- need- to worry- about me."

"I know, I know." You waved the words off with a sweep of your hand. "I'm just shaken, is all."

"This will- work- out, (y/n)." He said.

"I hope you're right."

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The group had been driving for hours, and you were nodding off, eyes heavy and you felt yourself relaxing. Bumblebee had the interior at a comfortingly warm temperature, and the radio was playing quietly.

You had just fallen asleep, when the screeching of tires and an abrupt jolt shook you awake. Your eyes flew open and for an instant, all you could see was a huge, red optic.

A scream tore from your throat, and Bee quickly reversed as the monster advanced your way. "Faster, faster, faster!" You urged, panic threading through your words. "Go go go!"

"Trying!" Bee replied, then he made a grunting sound as he turned quickly and sped off in the other direction. One glance over your shoulder and you knew that you were separated from the rest of the autobots. A panicked feeling settled inside you as shots began to fire.

"Bumblebee, they need your help." You say hoarsely.

"You need- it- more."

"Bee, that thing was huge!" you argued, hitting the steering wheel. "What if there's more?"

The scout was silent for a moment before he replied. "I need- to pro-tect- you. No- arguments." He said firmly. "Your safety- is my- top- priority."

"But-"

"No- buts."

You sigh, exasperated, and he made a noise of sympathy. "C'mon- (y/n). Prime- has it- covered."

Begrudgingly, you realize he was right. Prime was undefeated, he could take on a simple con- even if there was more than one. The team was there, too. But, his words echoed in your head. 'I fear that we might be unable to stop it'

So, you and Bee sped away. Further until the dull thud of the sound of bullets faded, until the light show of battle faded, and the road was silent. It felt like the quiet before a cheap jump scare in a movie, and you didn't like it.

"We can't go back?" You murmur, "We've gone so far."

He didn't answer, but instead slowed and pulled over. His headlights went out, and his hologram flickered to life in the passenger seat. He gave you a sympathetic look, before signing once.

'sleep'

You arch a brow and he looks at you expectantly. With a sigh, you lean back in your chair. After a moment of staring at the roof, your eyes fell closed.

Nightmares plagued your slumber, that night.