Music blasted through Sam's window and he nearly fell off his bed as he scrambled to find the source. He slowly turned his head to the window, gaping.

Sam was out of the house the moment he could get pants and shoes on, staring at his car that was dancing on his axles. "Bee! Bee, what are you doing?"

"Roadtrip!"

Sam shushed him frantically, eyes darting to the house to check if any lights had come on. While his parents knew about the alien in the garage, they didn't approve of being woken at three in the morning.

"I can't go on a roadtrip, Bee, my mom'll kill me!"

Bee started blasting the music louder, opening up his driver's door. Sam bit back a curse and dove in, sighing in relief as the music cut out. Only to yelp as Bumblebee pealed out.

"Bee!"

Bee was clearly going insane and Sam was telling Ratchet as soon as Bee started driving steadily enough to see his phone.

"Bee!" he tried again, skidding headfirst into a door as the camaro made a sharp turn. A quick touch showed that it wasn't bleeding, but it sure did hurt.

"You are my best friend- come meet- old friend."

"What? You… You have a friend? A new Autobot arrived?" That wouldn't make much sense, Bee never got this excited about new Autobots, and he got really excited about new Autobots.

"Negative, Ghostrider!"

Sam floundered at that. "A… a human friend, then?"

When Bumblebee played a ding ding ding ding! he swore he wasn't jealous. "Where?" he asked instead.

"San Fran Cis Coooo!"

Sam stared at the dashboard for a moment before slamming his foot on the brake. It did nothing, as he suspected, and he did it again just to make himself feel better. "Bee! Bee, you can't kidnap me and take me to San Francisco at three in the morning. You can't. I have school tomorrow."

"Liar liar, pants on fire!"

Bee was right, Sam didn't have school until wednesday. He had forgotten. "Right, I forgot about that. But seriously, my mom-"

"No note, car gone! You could have been seen! You could have been killed!"

"Exactly, buddy."

"Oh well. It is what it is."

Sam gave up, slumping into the comfortable seat. Bumblebee slid a seatbelt over the teen's shoulder, setting the radio to a calm, instrumental piece that soothed Sam back to sleep.

He woke to a red bridge stretching far out before him, over calm water. Cars drove mundanely by and he was… on the ground?

Sam woke up a bit more, half sitting up to look at Bee, who was in his mech form. Bee was bouncing as he sat, doorwings flicking up and down to the beat of a song that Sam couldn't hear.

"Bee? Are they almost here?" the teen asked, yawning and stretching.

"I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it!" Bee sang, clapping his servoes. Sam looked up to see a red, old corvette driving up to the lookout they were at. Two people were inside, about his parent's age.

The woman slowly got out, frizzy dark hair even more wild with the wind from driving in a convertible.

"Bee…" she whispered, a tear in her eye and a grin on her face.

"Howdy, partner."

Sam looked between the woman and his best friend. Bee then looked at him, 'scruffing' him and dropping him in front of the woman. "Uh… hi. I'm Sam… Bumblebee is my guardian."

"I'm Charlie Watson. Bumblebee and I saved the world together, about twenty years ago. I didn't think that I was ever going to see him again," Charlie explained.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"

"It's your birthday?" Sam asked, brightening. "Bee, you should have said! I would have brought a cake!"

Charlie laughed, and Sam looked at the man with her. He was still in the corvette. "Oh. Hi. I'm Memo."

"Sam Witwicky."

He wasn't expected to be picked up again and hug to Bee's chest with Charlie, laughing as he was nearly smothered. "Love you too, big guy. Hey, why don't you take a drive with Charlie? Catch up?" he offered.

He had forgotten about being jealous of Bee's other human friend after seeing the mech so happy. Bee buzzed and whirred before transforming around both of them. He took off, with his two favorite humans in his cab, chasing the California sunset.

Memo stared after them, nodding and patting the corvette. "You know, Cliffjumper, I think we should go home, huh?"

"Home? We're racing 'em!" Cliffjumper, who had come to them from Jupiter, barely hanging onto life, retorted, joining his comrade and friend.