A/N; Hello! Welcome, I'm back with the sequel for Change. If you haven't read that story, I'd highly suggest reading it, or else you're probably going to be confused, and I don't want that. And as a reminder, I don't own Transformers, Hasbro does. And this is an alternate universe to the live action movies. Rated T, for future chapters. This starts off two years after the end of Change.

Two years later

I let out a sigh as I sat down at the lunch table, ready for the day to be done and for the weekend to begin. This weekend had me slightly nervous though, tomorrow Sam was moving into college, and it was coming time for me to decide what I wanted to do.

I had three options, all three of which had their different ups and downs. The first one was that I'd go with Sam to college, share an apartment with him, and possibly Mikaela and be enrolled in a nearby high school. Option number two was that I stay here, and continue to go to high school here, staying with either Sam's parents or the Lennox's. Lastly I could drop out of high school, and move with the other Autobots to their new base, getting to go on more missions than I was currently going on, and I'd get to spend more time with my family.

"Hey Bee, what's up? You seem a little distracted." To back up her point, I jumped slightly when Laura started talking. This just got her to laugh slightly. "Seriously dude, what's going on?" I let out a small sigh and looked up at her, I knew I was practically her only friend, and I didn't want to tell her that this might be the last time I'd get to see her.

"It's nothing, just some family stuff, life's just been a little crazy lately." Thankfully she dropped it after that, and just jumped to a new topic.

"You know, I swear you have to be the youngest looking kid in the eleventh grade. I mean, you look exactly the same as when we first met two years ago, and you looked young then… I swear the only thing that's changed about you is your voice." I nodded, actually staying quiet for once. My mind drifted back to the first time I'd returned to school after the Allspark had been destroyed.

It had been right before lunch that I finally managed to convince Ratchet that going to school wouldn't kill me. After having been cooped up in the base for nearly a month, I was ready to get out, even if it was for school.

Elita and I caught a ride to the school with Jazz, Ratchet having banned me from letting Elita give me a ride. With a leg brace on, Ratchet was also making me using crutches, which were a hassle but understandable. When we entered the school, the cafeteria and commons were swarming with kids, it was lunch time.

I smiled when I saw that Laura was already sitting down at our usual table, and thankfully it was the closest table to the door. Approaching the table, slowly, still getting used to using crutches, Elita pats me gently on the shoulder, quickly telling me that she was going to get me checked into the office. I nodded and then pulled out one of the other chairs from around the table. Laura didn't seem to notice.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Laura didn't look up from her phone as she said that she didn't care. After setting my backpack on the table, I carefully sat down in the chair I had pulled out, and sat there, waiting for Laura to say something. Almost a minute had passed when she started speaking.

"If you're going to sit down at the table I'm already sitting at, you might as well introduce yourself. My name is Laura, and yours would be…" She trailed off as she said this, finally looking up from her phone, her voice catching slightly in her throat as she realized that it was me. "Bee?"

"Yeah…" She just stared at me for a second, before finally realizing that I had just spoken.

"Dude, you have a lot of explaining to do! You've been gone for almost a month, and now you're back, with your leg in a brace and crutches, and you can talk." Laura looked at me, waiting for an answer. I hesitated for a moment, and tensed slightly when I felt hands lightly on my shoulders, but immediately felt Elita calming me slightly over our bond.

"Sorry Bee, didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to say, I got you signed in at the office. I'll be back to get you after school, and if not me, someone else will be." I nodded, and she gave me a quick hug before walking out of the building, and Laura's attention was back on me.

"Right, explanation… I had surgery on my neck, and on the way back, there was an accident, during which my leg was crushed. I'm honestly just thankful that one of my dad's oldest friends, who was with us was an old war doctor. Really horrible bedside manner, but great on the field."

"I'm suddenly imagining some grumpy old medic who throws things at his patients." When she said this, all I could do was laugh, while she looked at me, confused. "Wait does he actually do that?" I nodded and she laughed.

"Most of the time he's aiming for the twins." This started a long conversation about the other members of my unusual family.

"Earth to Bee." I jumped slightly when Laura waved her hand in front of my face, pulling me from my thoughts. "You're really out of it today, aren't you?'

"Sorry, I just know my weekend is going to be –" I immediately stopped talking as a wave of pain came from my neck, my voice shorting out. Laura flinched slightly at the little bit of static that leaked out of my vocalizer.

"Having more trouble with your voice?" I nodded, and she looked concerned for a moment, before looking over her shoulder towards the office. "Do you want me to get the nurse?" shaking my head, I grab my water bottle from the pocket on my backpack. After taking a small drink, my throat felt better, the small amount of energon soothing the raw mechanics in my neck.

I then pulled my phone out of my pocket, pulling up the texting app. Typing 'I'll be fine.' I show my phone to Laura and she continued to look at me, unsure. I'd be fine until after school when I could go see Ratchet about it. Thankfully the bell rang right then, indicating that it was time to get to our next class.

"I got to get going, I'll talk to ya after school." I nodded as she started to walk away, before heading in the opposite direction. Only I didn't get a chance to talk to her after school, because Ratchet came and picked me up during sixth hour. I had been a little surprised when my teacher had picked up the phone in his room and then told me to go check out of the office.

When I got to the office, and saw Ratchet standing in there waiting for me, I knew that Optimus must have told him. He stood there with his hands on his hips, while I looked anywhere other than his face. Ratchet quickly thanked the secretary, before putting his hand on my shoulder and leading me out of the building, to where Jazz was parked. As soon as we were inside of Jazz's alt mode, I knew he was about to chew me out.

"Jazz, will you take us back to base?" I let out a small sigh, glad that the Hatchet wasn't focusing on me at the moment. "And when exactly were you planning on telling me about you vocalizer shorting out on you?" I bit the inside of my lip slightly, jumping as he suddenly turned on me, but answering him immediately in a quiet voice.

"I was planning on coming to you after school today…"

"And as your medic, you didn't think that I needed to know right away? Both Prime and Elita were worried about you, and I can only assume that this hasn't been the first time it's acted up, and you managed to keep it from them. So how many times?" I shrank back away from the medic's glare, not looking at him when I answered.

"It was the third time this week." I would have expected Ratchet to have slammed on his breaks if he had been the one driving, but when Jazz did it, it took me by complete surprise. Thankfully we were already on the abandoned road to the base when he did it.

"Bee! That's just not something you keep a secret! I know you don't like going to the med bay as much as the next mech, but if you're having problems, then you tell Ratchet or Jolt." I flinched at Jazz's upset voice, and I immediately felt somewhat guilty.

"The last time Ratchet checked it, he said that I should expect it to start shorting out more frequently, so I didn't see why –" Once again, my voice went out, causing me to flinch as pain spread from it. Almost immediately Jazz started driving again, while Ratchet leaned over and looked at my neck, for half a second, before hitting me in the back of the head with his hand. I looked over him and opened my mouth to ask what I had done.

"You keep your mouth shut until I tell you, you can speak again. Got that?" I nodded, and tried to scoot away from the medic's glare as he continued to scold me. "Now when I said that, it didn't mean that you shouldn't report it to me. If anything, it meant that you should have been coming to me more. Now, we're here so get out."

I took one look outside of Jazz's alt mode and saw that not only were we at the base now, Jazz and taken the liberty to pull directly into the med bay. Slowly I got out of Jazz's alt mode, really not wanting to sit through Ratchet looking over my vocalizer. Beside me, Jazz transformed shortly followed by Ratchet turning back to his Cybertronian mode.

"Alright transform, I need to look at the actual mechanics of your vocalizer." I nodded and silently handed my backpack to Jazz before transforming to my normal self, looking everywhere other than at Ratchet. The medic let out a slight growl as he shooed Jazz away with a wave of his hand, before using that hand to grasp my jaw, forcing me to look up as he looked at my throat.

A small whine escaped my vocalizer, and he tightened his grip slightly. After a minute he was done looking at it, unfortunately this didn't mean that he was done. I knew Ratchet was trying to be careful and gentle as he slowly slid his fingers into my vocalizer. Flinching every so often when he touched something sensitive, even though I tried to keep still, I could only thank Primus when the med bay door opened and my parents entered.

I felt worry and concern from both of their bonds, and I felt guilty for not telling them sooner. Thankfully at that point Ratchet had decided that he had seen and felt everything he needed to know about my damaged vocalizer, and he gently pulled his fingers out, before turning to look at Optimus and Elita.

"What I knew was coming for a while now, seems to have finally caught up with Bumblebee now, and if he had told us sooner, I might have been able to actually do something to help it. But because of the damage done from it rubbing together while functioning, I can't do anything to save it. I'm sorry Bumblebee." I don't look at him or either of my parents, and nodded, understanding, and I knew that it was coming, and that I was lucky enough to have had it last this long.

"It may be the end of this story~ but this ain't the end of the road." I played this softly over my radio, and I felt Elita's surprise come across the bond. It was at that point I realized that she had never heard me communicate this way before.

"Before the Allspark repaired his vocalizer Bee would use clips and recordings from the radio to communicate." Elita just nodded to this before I felt her trying to comfort me over the bond. I didn't need to be comforted, but I also didn't want to blatantly push her away.

"I'll be fine~ I knew this day would come eventually." Elita smiled weakly at me, and opened her mouth to say something, but the blaring alarms around the base stopped her from doing that. Lennox ran into the room, panting slightly, presumably trying to find my father if not both of my parents.

"Prime! We got detections of energon radiation in Shanghai, two signals, one of them extremely large." Lennox yelled this as he ran towards the monitor in the med bay, Ratchet easily beating him to it, pulling up two distinct traces of energon. "Do you know them? Is the big guy that Devastator you were talking about?" I shuddered slightly at the thought of it being Devastator, having heard about him from the other Autobots.

"Thankfully not, the reading isn't quite that large, but still significantly larger that Optimus." Ratchet said this as he carefully looked over the scans. "If I'm right, the large one is Demolisher, while the other one is –"

"Sideways." Elita practically growled this, and I remembered that was the 'Con they had been chasing when they had first arrived on Earth. From what I understood they seemed to have some sort of personal grudge against him, specifically Sideswipe.

"Lennox, we'll leave as soon as you're ready. Elita, go get your sisters, both sets of twins and Ironhide ready to go. That'll be all of us Autobots that will be going." My father cast a glare in my direction, clearly stating the consequences if I didn't follow that direct order. I had snuck out on a mission once and he never seemed to trust me since. Ratchet set his hand on my shoulder and looked towards Prime.

"We'll see you went you get back." I nodded and gave them a small wave good bye, as Prime carefully picked up Lennox and carried him out of the med bay, Elita having already left to notify those that Optimus had said were going. "Come on kid, I want to double check a couple of things one last time."

It was probably an hour or so later when he finally released me from the med bay. My throat hurt, but I could feel the pain reliever Ratchet had given me before leaving. He'd done a few more tests, including what the exact effects of me talking were having on my vocalizer.

Even I could hear the strain talking was putting on it, my voice sounding more mechanical and warbled than I could ever remember, and it made Ratchet frown. I let out a small sigh before transforming into my alt mode, Ratchet's parting words on my processor.

"The team won't be back tonight, why don't you spend the night at Sam's house?" Keeping that in mind, I drove out of the base, heading for Sam's house, planning on sleeping in the garage, knowing that the Witwicky family would currently be packing for the move tomorrow. When I pulled into their back driveway, my comm link clicked on as I heard everything that was going on with the team out in the field, Lennox's voice being the first I could hear.

"Alright, listen up. This time the cover story is toxic spill. They had to evac the area for search and rescue. This makes six enemy contacts in eight months. We've got to make sure this one does not get out to the public eye, so keep it tight." After hearing that, I let out a sigh, knowing that tonight was going to be a long night.

A/N: Well the first chapter's done, and I'm already starting off with a bang. Only main note I have about this chapter, and it will apply to most chapters as well, when Bumblebee uses his radio to talk, it's not always going to be an actual quote from something. But seeing as pretty much anything you can imagine, has been said in some sort of media at some time...

I'm sort of just assuming that you want me to continue this, but it's always best to ask. Do you guys want me to continue on this?