A/N: I don't own Transformers, or any of the characters.

As mentioned in the description this is an AU Bayverse fanfiction. This takes place shortly after the end of the first movie, what makes it AU is that Jazz is still alive. Other things too but I don't want to spoil it.

Slowly my optics fluttered online and I became aware of a beeping that while it was relatively steady was speeding up slightly. A bright light practically blinded me and I thought I heard voices somewhere nearby and I tried to focus on what they were saying.

"He's starting to wake up. I'd suggest you be there." The voice sounded somewhat familiar but I couldn't quite place it. I sat up suddenly when I felt something on my shoulder. My optics opened and I looked around frightened. My whole body felt wrong and out of it. The first thing I saw was a fairly young man, reaching towards me.

"It's okay calm down." The man managed to actually pin me back against the berth I was on and I then cast a down to myself. I stopped struggling against him as the fact that I was a human finally sank in. My gaze then drifted to the man that had pinned me to the berth.

The man had on a blue jacket with flames creeping up the side. A steel grey shirt with some sort of insignia on it was mostly covered. His face was that of someone with experience beyond their years. He has a soft smile, and his blue and red dyed hair, was cropped on the sides but stuck up in the front, looked oddly natural.

"I'm pretty sure he's calmed down." He said this over his shoulder and soon enough another man with rectangular glasses perched on his nose appeared next to him. He was older, evident by his short, white hair, which was kept in what I could only call a military style. He had on a white lab coat with a thick red line going down the sides of the arms, zigzagging at the bend in his elbow. The shirt underneath was a neon yellow-green and another insignia was partially visible.

"Would you be willing to answer a few questions for me?" I scooted away from the older man as he came closer to the berth I was still sitting on. Immediately he took a step back as if sensing that I wasn't comfortable with either of them.

"Why don't you tell us the last thing you remember?" I nod my head towards the younger of the two who had spoken, still confused as scared as to who they were. After a second I opened my mouth to tell the pair what my most recent memory was of, not really expecting them to believe that I had previously been a giant transforming robot. Except when I actually tried to talk no sound came out and all I got was a wave of pain making me flinch.

"Frag it!" I looked towards the one wearing glasses, surprised at hearing a Cybertronian curse word come out of a humans' mouth. "That brute must have gotten to his neck in the last fight." I stared at the older one, terrified as to why he knew about my injury. He wasn't one of the members of NEST.

"Stay calm old friend, and understand our situation is unusual at best." The blue haired man then turned to me after patting the other man on the back. Silently he sat down next to me on the berth, still simply sitting there even as I tried to scoot away from him. I tensed as he wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders and gently pulled me closer.

My spark rate was jumping all over the place. I felt like I should be able to trust him and that I should know both of them but I just wasn't coming up with it. By the time he had pulled me all the way next to his side I was slightly tired and I figure it was probably safe to lean against him. Resting my head against his chest I could hear the beating of hid heart and it was achingly familiar.

"Recognize me yet Bumblebee?" I looked up at him immediately as he said this, everything finally clicking into place. The man I was leaning against was the team later; Optimus Prime. Glancing over to older man I could now see more of the insignia on his shirt, immediately recognizing it as that of the Autobots. More pieces fell into place as I realized that was Ratchet. A small smile broke out on my face as I realized I was in absolutely safe hands.

"I'd say he recognizes us now Prime." I glance between the two, still confused as to why we were humans. It was almost like Ratchet had read my mind. "We're not entirely sure how we were turned into humans." I nodded remembering a fight but not really any of the details other than that there was one and that it ended with an explosion.

Carefully I brought my hand up to around my neck where it was still admitting a little bit of pain from when I had tried to speak. I jumped slightly as I felt a comforting hand run down my back. Looking at the Prime I'm met with a sympathetic smile. I couldn't help but smile back even though I was confused as to why my neck had some sort of fabric wrapped around it.

"Jazz and Ironhide are also up and waiting in the other room, do you want to go see them?" I nodded my head immediately at the Prime's suggestion and was ready to get out of this room as it was starting to freak me out, reminding me too much of a med bay.

"Not quite so fast. I'm sorry Bumblebee but I need to change the bandages around your neck." I nodded even though I dreaded it. If I had still been a Cybertronian I would have put up a fight but I still wasn't entirely comfortable being a human and Ratchet seemed to be mildly okay at being a human. Prime stood up and left the room, giving Ratchet space to get his work done.

Ratchet stepped towards me and instructed that I lay down before starting to unwrap the bandages that went around my neck. I could tell that Ratchet was trying to be as careful as possible but that didn't mean the removal of the bandages didn't hurt. My stomach started to churn as I saw the bandages were bloody, what exactly happened during that last fight?

"Bumblebee, I am going to need to take a closer look, okay?" I nod, knowing that I wasn't going to like what was coming next. That phrase was the one Ratchet always used before messing around with my damaged vocal processor and it always hurt like scrap. As soon as Ratchet's hands touched the base of my neck I started to squirm.

Memories from Tyger Pax came over me and I tried to squirm away from Ratchet, just trying to get away from the memories. I heard Ratchet say something but I couldn't focus on what he's saying. My shoulders were slammed back onto the berth and held me there.

"I'm sorry Bumblebee but this is for your own good." I tried to focus on Prime's form above me as he spoke but being pinned simply brought back more memories. My vision blurred as something wet rolled down my cheeks, some of it making its way down my neck, causing more pain.

Ratchet's hands touched my neck again and I tried not to flinch away from the pain, knowing that if I did it would just take longer. A sharp pain shot through my neck and caused more of the liquid to run down my cheeks. The pressure on my neck lessened for a moment but Prime's grip on me remained.

I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. A voice spoke but I didn't pay attention to it. Prime shifted his grip on me, pulling me into a sitting position. I didn't object, figuring he'd sat me up so it was easier for Ratchet to apply fresh bandages. A few seconds later I felt Ratchet thankfully applying that bandages.

Once he's done I open my eyes and look between the two, trying to tell them I'm sorry for the trouble. Prime smiled sadly at me as he sat down on the berth next to me and pulled me closer to him.

"It's okay Bumblebee, we don't blame you. You've gone through more than anyone should ever have to and at such a young age. Your reactions are perfectly acceptable. I'm just glad Ironhide doesn't react that way. That would be absolutely disastrous." I smile weakly at this while the Prime just chuckled a little. "Speaking of Ironhide, he and jazz are waiting outside; do you want to go see them?" Simply nodding to him, Prime stands up and looks at me expectantly.

I pull myself to the edge of the berth, letting my legs dangle over the side. Easing myself onto the floor I flinched slightly as I realized the floor was cold under my bare feet. I released the edge of the berth and took a step to follow Prime out of the room only to have my legs collapse underneath me. Immediately Prime grabbed onto me and easily picked me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and held on, not wanting to fall to the floor.

"Oh yeah I forgot to mention that you're probably going to be fairly weak for a little while. You're going to need to be carried around in the meantime." I look over Prime's shoulder towards Ratchet who simply looked at me with pity in his eyes. Facing forward I leaned my head against Prime's shoulder as he walked out of the room which I had come to the conclusion was some sort of med bay.

As soon as we were through the door two figures stood up from the nearby couches, practically running up to us. Knowing that we were humans now I could easily recognize them as Jazz and Ironhide before they both started speaking at the same time. With one look our leader shushed them, walking over to the couch and sitting down, Jazz and Ironhide trailing him, keeping a wary eye on me.

Jazz plopped down on the same side of Optimus that I was on while Ironhide sat on the other side but leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees so that he could see me.

"How's Bee?" As Jazz asked this I took a closer look at him. His skin was a dark chocolate color and his hair was in tight braids. He wore a silver jacket with a black shirt underneath which was sporting the Autobot insignia. His eyes were blocked by a pale blue visor and a set of headphones rested around his neck.

I felt a hand on the back of my head, ruffling up my hair slightly. Turning I see Ironhide putting his elbows back on his knees. Unlike the others, his arms were bare. The red shirt he was wearing had a rough edge on the shoulder, showing off all of his scars and the Autobot insignia tattooed on his left shoulder. His face had a rough look to it, complete with a military hair, a scar over his eye and a five o'clock shadow. The gun he was holding was turning over in his hands complete the picture.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" I looked to Prime, wondering how I was going to answer. He simply looked back at me a smiled, nodding encouragingly. Glancing between the other two mechs turned humans I shrugged and then motioned towards my bandaged throat. Jazz smiled at me sadly as he too ruffled my hair.

"We'll figure out something. We did before so why not now?" Again I shrugged my shoulders while letting out an involuntary yawn. Jazz chuckled slightly and I leaned my head against Prime's shoulder, suddenly finding myself extremely tired. My eyelids drooped lower and lower until they closed and I stopped paying attention to the murmured conversation going on around me. Almost immediately I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue? Is it a pile of scrap? Reviews would be extremely appreciated and I'm open to any ideas. Don't be afraid to review or PM me. Till the next chapter (probably)