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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 6, 2009 9:41:07 GMT -5
Bumblebee listened. With the lack of a vocal processor, he had become extremely good at that part of his life. Of course, Bumblebee didn't want Sam to feel alone on this, but he could easily take Sam out of hte city for awhile, even if just a little while. "I was lost and found
I had run aground
I was lost but now I'm found," he sounded off.
In responce to Sam making his wish, Bumblebee couldn't help but respond in turn. "Wish I, I wish I, I wish I wish I was going too," he answered quietly.
The yellow with black racing stripes Camero saw the road coming to the end. He would wait for Sam to turn before planning out an escape from Tranquility for awhile.
((lyrics by;
'Lost and Found' by Judas Priest
'I Wish' by Stevie Wonder
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 6, 2009 20:40:05 GMT -5
Sam was a bit confused by the last line of lyrics. "What do you mean, Bee? Of course youre here..." he promptly took a turn at the end of the road, deciding they may as well leave the city. He'd come home with his parents driving, not alone. And since it had been so long, it was always different when you were the driver until you did it repetitively. Bee was his only 'car', so Sam had been exempt from driving all through college. Sam didn't mind it, though, as he didn't want students finding out Bee's 'secret' despite the Autobots not being so much of a secret anymore.
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 6, 2009 20:50:41 GMT -5
Bumblebee pulled up his nerve, his reserves and warped out, "Wish...too."
It felt like his vocal processor was being ripped out all over again. It burned when he forced those words through the pain, trying to tell Sam he wanted to be there too. He wanted to be with Sam at the campus too and he used a GPS thing to figure out they were leaving Tranquility.
Bumblebee relaxed and just kept a feeling out for threats. Over his dead body was he letting anyone get their slagging hands on Sam. For now, however, he would just let Sam drive. He felt as if the world was right and he would just keep letting Sam drive.
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 6, 2009 21:15:28 GMT -5
It was then that he remembered what he'd said. His mind had skipped out on him while he'd been driving (this was how unused to it he was). "Oh right..." he rubbed his forehead for a second in annoyance with himself. Setting this hand back on the steering wheel, he muttered softly: "I know, me too. I'm sorry. Maybe I can find a way to visit during Christmas this time as well?"
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 7, 2009 0:10:14 GMT -5
Bumblebee took over driving for a few moments while Sam spaced. He was starting to think that he should do the driving, though he just kept a check on it. At Sam's suggestion, however, he began to play Christmas Carols. Various happy, cheerful, ones that were incrediably out of season right now.
He would do anything to make Sam happy. The way that sounded, it could come off as creepy, but that was the way Bee was. Bee cared so much for the people around him, for those he was close to, he would hold on tightly and do anything for them.
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 7, 2009 17:24:22 GMT -5
Sam smiled as Bee played the Christmas music, humming to the tunes. Yep, he half anticipated Bee would do that. He concluded that was Bee's way of agreeing that he'd like him to visit during Christmas as well. There would be no exams, so why not? "Hopefully my parents can pick me up," he said as he turned around another bend and began to box around the city.
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 8, 2009 0:04:37 GMT -5
Bumblebee would have glared at Sam in a 'and what am I, a piece of chopped liver?' He shifted and continued to let Sam drive, though he manged to throw in a quote that would explain how he felt. "Look Son, A CAR!"
He played out some more Christmas Carols after that, emphasizing that Sam did have a car that would be more then happy to go and get him, then let him drive back. He shifted a little and began to wait. He continued to wait for Sam to talk, or remember that he had a car.
((Dinosaurs, Fran Sinclair))
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 8, 2009 0:08:39 GMT -5
"Bee, I would never forget that you're my ride, I appreciate that, I really do." Sam said, chuckling the outspoken quote. He patted Bee's steering wheel."I know the Autobots get busy and I don't want to take too much of your time unless you have it."
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 8, 2009 0:30:27 GMT -5
Bumblebee made a sulky rev of his engine and would have hunkered down on his wheels if they were parked. As it was, the radio flipped around in quick sucession as this was reported to him. It was obvious as if he was worried about this and this made Bumblebee want to speed off with Sam.
He almost wanted to park, transform, with Sam outside, and hold the college bound boy in his hands. He didn't want lose Sam...ever. He also didn't want Sam to think that he would lose Bumblebee, his ride, his Bee. He let out a cocnerened, garbled, sound, and feel silent...for once.
He rarely did now that he could never speak.
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 8, 2009 0:43:46 GMT -5
Sam sighed. He should have expected this conversation to come around--it'd only been the second summer after all since he'd gone off to college, and it was plain obvious Bee didn't like it. Maybe he expected Sam to stay at the NEST, which wasn't a half bad idea.
"I still think you'd be bored after just a few weeks of staying at college. While it could work, the Autobots need you, Bee. I don't want to see you lose connection with them either, because you have every right to work with them. I don't want to be the one that slows you down; we've been over this. Perhaps I could take some classes through the web and stay at the NEST base after this semester. Besides, I'd like to get to know the others better if given the chance..."
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 8, 2009 1:34:24 GMT -5
Bumblebee almost felt his spark stop as Sam began talking. He thought, for the briefest moment, that he wanted him gone. He almost screeched to a halt, transformed, and wrecked his vocal processor beyond repair to change Sam's mind. Anything to change Sam's mind. He stopped and played cheerful, happy, agreeing music that ranged around, but got the point across.
He loved that idea. He liked that idea. "Well, let me tell you somethin', college boy...you're stuck with me," he quoted.
If Sam didn't take him, he'd just follow him again.
((Jim from 'Eight Rules on How to Date My Daughter' and Veronica Donivan from 'Prison Break'))
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 8, 2009 1:44:08 GMT -5
Sam chuckled, patting Bee's steering wheel again. "Don't worry Bee, I'll never see that as a bad thing. Never. I just want to make sure you can keep your freedom. It's in your right."
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 8, 2009 1:59:42 GMT -5
Bumblebee made an annoyed rev of his engine. He rolled the radio around more and began to find something. Suddenly he got Jack Bauer, from "24". "My way. My choice."
He wanted to be with Sam. He liked being with Sam. The fear that he would lose Sam had grown since the last time he had seen him. He wondered why it had happened, but realized it was because that Sam was...family. He hadn't felt this close to a human...well, non-Transformers, since Chris, then Sentinel, had been very small.
He almost shuddered and revved quietly at Sam.
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Post by Sam Witwicky on Aug 8, 2009 2:15:54 GMT -5
"I understand, Bee." Sam said in a happy but quiet tone. He accelerated a bit and rounded another corner, approaching a new intersection. He waited for the light to turn green then followed the road as long as it would go. "Do you want to take over, Bee?"
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Post by Bumblebee on Aug 8, 2009 2:44:02 GMT -5
Bumblebee slowly slowed and thought over it. "I'll drive," came Sara Sidle from CSI stated over the radio.
With a quiet rev, Bumblebee began to take them out to a quiet place. The want to Transform was getting to him and it made it hard to resist. Shifting and going on, he worked on driving to a quiet spot. He shifted and began to stop. He popped open the door slightly and waited, scrunching down a little onto his wheels.
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