Epilogue

Sam listened to the music blasting out of the radio speakers, while pretending to drive his best friend, his... boyfriend. It made him smile, to say that, to think it. Something with a vast bass tempo blared through all the open windows of the car, something Bee decided to play, and in the back seat, a holoform shape sat, playfully clapping its hands.

It took a little getting used to, but eventually, Rachet had managed to work past the holoforms themselves. Nothing could beat how real they looked now, all of them gatehred in a circle around him and it, the sparkling itself. Bumblebee had a solid human form now, they all did. No more hanging around in the Camero, no more hiding in plain sight, they once said.

She had Sam's eyes, they all said. She had Sam's eyes, and, as freakishly weird as it seemed, she had Bee's temper. She was sweet, blond curls and small cheeks. Yet, when riled, she had a fierce passion, and it was enough to know that something underlined her lifesource, something that resembled the dark past she came from.

Rachet told them both there was nothing to worry about. She was an Autobot, born and bred. The twins held back a giggle at that one, and remained solemn faced when Ironhide cast them a sideways glance. How they could be so serious one moment, and then dark humoured the next, was beyond everyone on the Autobot team.

"Daddy?" she whispered, her hands flying out in front of her, straining against the seatbelt she wore. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Sam called back. He wanted to sit beside her, but knew Bee's holoform wouldn't be able to hold for the long drive, and then materialise for the entire evening as the human being he now was, without depleting a vast amount of energy, so he begged Sam to wait out the three hour drive.

If Bee begged, it only took two seconds before Sam followed willingly.

"Are we there yet?" she all but sang. She giggled, her processors registering this as the repetitive phrase all children use when bored in the car. "Are we there yet?" Sam laughed, understanding what she was trying to do.

"Almost, just ten minutes, okay?"

"I don't know... what they gonna say- when they find out- about us?" Bumblebee's radio sang in broken verses, and Sam sighed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"I don't know, Bee. It's been two months since I saw them, and last time I did, I was telling dad to run for his life's worth," he whispered, remembering that time when he died after Megatron blasted him out of this world and into kingdom come. He couldn't understand how upset he was straight afterwards, how badly he wanted to wish none of it happened.

Was he really that worried about being a hero?

He sighed against the turn in they were making. Another five minutes and they'd be there. They'd be... home.

But that was okay. He knew his mother and father would accept him in all his actions, because no matter how crazy or strange they were, they were his, body and soul. He cast a glance into the rearview mirror, and saw her bathed in golden light as the sun shone outside. She looked to the mirror and smiled, waving to him.

She grew fast. In two months, she was now in the body of a four year old. It was what Rachet called the normal growth process for sparklings. Come another year or so, she'd look like a woman in her early twenties. Give it another few years, and... she be as old as time itself...

It made him wonder. Transformer and human had never merged before like that. Everything had to be seen in a whole new light. Rachet wasn't worried in the slightest, believing her to be the greatest creation man and Transformer had ever seen. She was a cross between races.

"We've arrived, Sir," the British voice of a Butler raffled through the speakers, and Sam looked up. They were expecting them. They were waiting for them inside. In the two months he'd been apart from them, nothing had changed. The house was exactly as they had left it.

He was home.

"Come on, Daddy! I want to see Grandpa and Grandma!"

He chuckled, unbuckling his belt. "Whatever you do, don't call them that."

"Why? That's what they are."

"Call them mum and dad, okay? I don't think my old man would like being a grandfather just yet."

"But, they aren't my parents!" he saw a flash of her folding her arms, a cheeky grin on her face. "You and Bumblebee are my parents."

Yes, they were. Beside him, he saw the filmy graze of Bumblebee materialise into human form, his blond hair shrugging against the sudden heat of the sun. He tapped Sam's shoulder, indicating to the back. Sam noticed the warmth he found there, no longer cold, and laughed.

"We should probably get the little Princess out," Bee said softly, looking into Sam's eyes, deep and blue.

"Yeah, we should." There was a moment there, as gentle as carresses felt deep into the night, yet as penetrating as stab wounds that refused to heal. Bee leaned forward and tipped his forehead against Sam's, willing and soft, his hands cradling his face. He closed his eyes against that touch, and grinned.

"Ew, gross! If you guys are gonna to do that, then I'm gonna-"

"Sammy boy! Oh my dear Sammy-"

"Would you quit that? Let the boy climb outta the car first, before you decide to embarrass him-"

"Oh shut up! You know I missed my boy after all these months, and not one call-"

Sam looked out the window of the car to see both his parents striding purposefully toward them. They were bickering, as always, and he marvelled at all that had changed in the past two months, and all that hadn't changed between them these past two months. They waited for him. Goodness knows he should've called, but what could he say? Could he tell them the truth?

"That's not what I mean, and young man, you will tell me exactly what that was all about, driving your mother and I insane-"

His dad was poking his finger in his direction, and he wordlessly climbed out of the car. Bumblebee followed, opening up the door for her to climb out also. He held her hand, and walked her around to the front of the car, to where they stood, arguing over time lost and then found.

But it didn't matter. They argued because they missed him and loved him, and he silently gathered the two of them into the biggest hug he could give. He missed the normalcy of it all, the feeling of being accepted without the ties of blood and body. They stopped talking, and his mother smiled, hugging him back.

"Welcome home, sweetie. We missed you," she said.

"I missed you too," he whispered into her neck.

"And who's this little girl?"

He opened his eyes just in time to see his father gazing at the pretty girl with eyes as dark as chocolate and as warm as honey. She still gripped Bumblebee's hand, and didn't complain when he scooped her up into his arms for them to take a better look at her. Her hands reached out for his father, and he laughed.

"Did you take her off one of the armymen?" he asked, and she smiled wickedly.

"Hi Daddy!" she called cheerfully, and he went white. Judy watched the exchange between the two of them, before she started hitting her husband fiercely, calling him a variety of colourful names.

Sam looked to Bee, who returned his worried gaze, and smiled.

"Just what is going on here, son? That is not my daughter-!" Ron all but spluttered as Judy still battered him senseless.

"It's a long story-" Sam answered seriously. He fidgeted with his fingers, and his tense pose made Judy stop what she was doing and peer at her son, seeing the underlying pain, the anxiety and the worry of the past few months. Bumblebee came up beside him, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Every time you say that it doesn't matter, or that you are fine, or there is no need for me to worry, every time you turn around and start to bully yourself over the slightest or things, like how stupid you are, or what a coward you are, or how you can never do the job bloody right, then you make me feel like I'm letting you down." He remembered what Bee had said, a few hours before everything changed. He rememebered the feeling of no longer being alone, of being free to say how he felt, when he felt it.

The moments that led to this one in front of his parents were meant to happen. He was meant to be here, with them. He was meant to tell them the truth. And he knew they would accept it, because they could never change it, or undo it.

"-And I want to tell you everything."

A/N::That's it! It's finally finished, after a year in the waiting! Thank you so much everyone, for favouriting and reviewing this magnificently devious story: I love you all sooo much! Never in a million years had I ever imagined anyone out there would like this demented and evil piece, but you guys surprised me, and I love you all for it!

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