A/N This update came a little later then I hoped (although it didn't take too long). Mostly because I couldn't quite get the next 100 or so words just the way I wanted them and once I finished writing them (still not sure I got them right though), I just didn't have the time to publish. Anyways, here's the second chapter and thank you to anyone who's read/reviewed/followed or favorited this.

Mighty Dreamfinder I find myself wishing that they did go into more detail with certain parts of the show. And seeing how they would have shown Bumblebee dealing with the aftershocks of Megatron's possessing him would have been interesting too. Thanks for the review! :)

Purplehood Yeah... you'd think... I do wonder how the show would have handled it. :) Thanks.

Disclaimer Transformers Prime and all its wonderful characters belongs to Hasbro.

Chapter Two

Miko had instantly made a beeline for the television, taking the steps two at a time and throwing herself down on the couch. She crossed one leg over the other, tossing Raf the video game controller as he and Jack made their way up the stairs and sat down next to her.

Bumblebee had stood behind them, looking on as Miko enthusiastically switched on the TV.

"Bee?" It didn't take long for Rafael to notice his guardian wasn't much into the game. He put the controller on the table, turning to the older boy at the other side of the couch. "Hey, Jack, you wanna play Miko?"

Jack's eyes flickered quickly from Raf to Bumblebee to Miko and finally back to Raf, before he shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" He reached over, plucking the control off the table and leaned back again, this time with both hands clutching the device.

"All right!" Miko leaned forward eagerly. "Let's start this thing!" There was a buzz from the TV as both video game cars roared to life and began trying to knock the other out of the way of victory.

The smaller boy turned away from his peers, both now involved in the game, though Jack slightly less so then Miko, and now faced his guardian.

"You want to go for a drive?" He smiled. "It might help you to, you know," the boy searched for the right word, "unwind?" As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Raf cringed. That hadn't exactly been the word he was looking for. He didn't want Bee to take it the wrong way.

However, Bumblebee either hadn't noticed or wasn't offended, because he was ready enough to agree to a drive.

Getting permission from Ratchet was easier than expected as well. He was much to preoccupied with some re-calibrating the Ground Bridge or some other minor repair to mutter more than a, "Go where you want. Just keep out of trouble, if you think you can manage that." There was more unintelligible grumbling, but Rafael couldn't understand what the medic was saying and figured it would be best if it remained that way.

That was why Raf now found himself alone with his guardian, watching the very few landmarks whiz by as Bumblebee drove on, now specific destination in mind.

"Um…" Raf eloquently attempted to get a conversation going, which shouldn't have been hard, but Bumblebee had never been this quiet when it was just the two of them.

In fact, he was usually the first one talking, pestering Raf with questions about school and anxiously ensuring that there hadn't been any trouble with anyone like Vince.

Although the uncharacteristic silence coming from the scout was easily explainable by the fact that Bumblebee had never been possessed by Megatron before… that he knew of.

"Do you want to tell me what you're thinking about?" he tried. There was a pause. Whether Bee was ignoring him because he was in no mood to talk or just trying to think of a way to phrase his answer, Raf couldn't tell. It was just as likely to be either one.

When there was still no response from the black and yellow sports car, Raf spoke again. "It's…" he swallowed nervously and adjusted his glasses, lowering his voice, "it's Megatron, isn't it? That's what's been bothering you."

Bumblebee hit the brakes all of a sudden so that Raf jerked forward, pressing into the seat belt, when the car finally stopped.

Readjusting his glasses, which had become a little crooked, Raf straightened himself up and cast a puzzled glance at the dashboard. "Bee? You okay?"

/He almost hurt you./

Raf's eyes widened when Bumblebee finally spoke. "Bee…" he said quietly, but Bumblebee wasn't finished.

/He almost hurt you,/ Bumblebee repeated, more vehemently this time. /He was inside my head and he could have hurt you or Jack or Miko or Arcee or anyone else. He was inside my head. I could have hurt you. He might have learned where the base is located. He could have learned anything. And all because I wasn't smart enough to keep him from getting inside my head in the first place!/

"Bumblebee." Raf placed his hand on the steering wheel to offer whatever comfort he could. "You didn't let him."

/I couldn't have stopped him./ Bumblebee remembered Tyger Pax. He couldn't have stopped Megatron then either.

Just like he hadn't been able to stop him this time.

The horrifying truth was that Megatron was back in his own body and it was because of him. Megatron had used him.

"That's not true," Raf protested. He swallowed. "Whatever else Megatron tried to do while he was inside your head, I know he would never have been able to force you to hurt any of us. You're too much of an Autobot for that." Raf remembered that Bumblebee had knocked Ratchet aside while under Megatron's control, but that hadn't really hurt the medic.

Raf hoped Bumblebee wasn't remembering the same thing and that the memory wasn't blowing a hole in his case.

He remembered seeing the alien, dark look in Bumblebee's normally bright, playful optics while his guardian was being possessed and he remembered the fear he had felt upon seeing it. The fear had been mostly for Bumblebee's safety. Even then, he hadn't truly believed Bumblebee would let Megatron hurt him… and he'd been right. Bumblebee had fought against the Decepticon's control long enough to keep him from bringing any harm to his human charge.

"Megatron might be back in his body, but," he paused, not out of hesitation, but so that Bee could sense how serious he was, "I don't think anyone can blame you for that. It wasn't your fault."

/He was in my head./ Bumblebee whirred, the sound quieter and more subdued then before.

It was when Raf heard this new sentence that he realized how deeply his partner had been affected. Even though one couldn't really say there were tones in Bumblebee's speech, Raf had become pretty good in understanding what sort of mood his guardian was in.

He was able to detect the underlying feeling of horror Bumblebee had when he "said" those five words. He couldn't say he blamed him.

Raf had only seen the Decepticon leader a few times, one of those times being when he and Ratchet had followed the possessed scout onto the Decepticons' warship in time to see the warlord be returned to his own body. That was enough to know that Megatron was a truly terrifying being.

What had it been like to be stuck with someone like that inside your head? Controlling your very self? Doing who knew what else?

Who knew what Bumblebee had undergone?

He didn't want to try imagining it.

Suddenly, his mouth felt very dry. "I know," he whispered. It hurt to hear Bee sound so vulnerable, almost sounding like Raf had after a particularly bad day at Kindergarten and he needed either his mother or Pilar to talk to.

There was silence. Raf didn't want to speak, feeling as if interrupting this new silence would be a bad thing, but then he did.

"Bumblebee…" he began hesitantly, "none of what Megatron did is your fault." Raf knew the scout was listening to him, albeit more quietly then was normal, but he had know way of knowing if Bee actually believed what he was saying. He hoped he was. "There's a reason Megatron's the one leading the Decepticons. Bringing him down isn't something that's going to be easy and no one could have expected you to do it by yourself," Raf continued, searching for the right words. "I-I don't know what happened when Megatron was inside your head… but one day, the Autobots are going to take him down and when that happens, he's going to have to pay for everything he's done."

Raf was not one with any tendencies towards violence, but at that moment, he wished he could do anything in order to bring down the warlord. If he thought it was possible, he would probably do it himself.

He supposed, no, he knew, Bumblebee would have felt the same way.

It was part of what made them so close; they looked out for one another.

Bumblebee whirred slowly and Raf would have been able to understand the "thank you" even if everything else Bee said to him was a mystery.

His hand touched the steering wheel. "Everything's going to get better, Bee. I promise."