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He left...and he didn't take me.

He wants to be 'normal.'

Now what am I supposed to do with myself...?

Sam got into a really good college! This is going to be a good year, I can feel it. The studying, the friends, the parties. All that stuff humans do when they go off to university. It's gonna be great.

Getting on a train tonight and going camping as soon as I get off of it. I'll be back sometime Sunday evening.

&hearts I'll miss you guys.

Who:Bumblebee, Arcee and Blackout
Where: An Undisclosed Army Base in Nevada
When This morning
What: Being Human Sucks
Warnings: None

Bumblebee's optics (No, eyes) flickered open. He found himself, again, staring at the ceiling. Slag it all. He had been hoping this was all some weird, messed up dream, but of course with DDD that is usually far, far too much to hope for. He sat up in the bed, ran a hand through his ruffled hair. This really wasn't his idea of a good time, but then again when did that ever stop the universe from being a slagging scrapheap to him? He mustered the will to get out of bed, throw on a clean shirt and stumble into the kitchen. Retrieving a bowl of cereal (eating was the one awesome part about this. Taste buds were awesome.) and headed into the living room.

To find Blackout asleep on his couch. Slag. Well, he had invited him here. But he hadn't expected him to show up in the middle of the night and pass out on the couch! He grumbled, aiming a kick at the sleeping Decepticon.

"Wake up, Blenderbutt! You're in my spot!"

okay so teh army set me up with a place 2 live while we try 2 figure out wat the slag happened to me and the others. its okay. bedroom, kitchen all that humany stuff. even a computer.

typin still sux. it takes 2 much time.

Rattrap, stop laughing or i will personally slag u when i go back 2 normal.

[[Picked up from this thread.]]

Bumblebee sped down the single paved road that led out into the middle of nowhere. It was a solitary, empty road. And completely uninteresting, unless you happened to be a giant alien robot with a sensor suite that outdid anything any human military could put out these days. He could see the hidden cameras and sensors that watched the road that led to the Autobot base; even if he didn't like that there was so much surveillance, he could appreciate the need for it.

The guards at the gate didn't try to stop him. It was Bumblebee, after all. He belong here. This was his home away from home. His new home, even, even if he didn't spend much time there.  He took a turn into the base medical center parking lot far too fast for any human driver and neatly screeched to a halt against the curb in front of the entrance, wheels barely touching the concrete ledge. Yeah, it was good to be an Autobot with an open road.  Bee popped open the passenger side door and gave an insisten honk. C'mon, Mikaela, you haven't got all day here. The open road calls!

It's spring! The weather is getting better and there's more sun out, which is certainly a relief from all the rain. It's not good for the paint job, you know. 

Sam, you know, now that the weather is nicer, you should really take Mikaela up to the lake again sometime soon...

Um, are you okay, Arcee?  Things aren't going to be awkward between us now, are they?

[Bumblebee had left his vigil outside the base's small medical center to descend into the base's interior. The Autobot was searching out the single remaining member of his ill-fated squad from Tyger Pax. Arcee. She had always been a constant and reliable friend, and now he was going to rely on her advice and companionship again. He paused at a corridor's intersection, glancing upwards at the curved concrete and steel ceiling before taking a turn that led him to the Autobot's residential area.]

[At last. He came to a stop before her door and reached out, rapping quietly (for a giant robot) on the large metallic door.]

Hey, Arcee? You in there>

Mikaela got hurt very seriously the other day. She'll pull through, I hear...but still. It's mostly my responsibility, I'm ashamed to say. I shouldn't have been so foolish to trust that everything would be fine. To trust Decepticons. It was my responsibility to protect her and I let my judgement and my guard relax. As a result, I failed in my primary mission. I must bear the weight of this responsibility. Neither Sam nor Prime were particularly happy about it. I'm not sure which is worse.

I should have taken him somewhere, anywhere he couldn't be gotten at. The base. A hideaway. Something! They should not have been able to track him down. Next time, I will be sure of it. Mikaela, if you read this anytime soon...I am sorry.

Jumpin' on dis bandwagon.

So, this mech claiming to be Megatron from another world has showed up on the community...so far he doesn't seem to have the ability to worldhop, but be careful. Even if he's an imposter, he can still be dangerous.

Mikaela, you still coming by this weekend? Haven't seen you in a little while.

You didn't tell me I was a comic book hero on Bruce's world! That's slagging awesome! I should go sign autographs or something!