*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

I absolutely despised being sick, especially for an entire week. It was very rare that I actually got sick-which made matters even worse than they should have been. The only reason I was tolerating it was because Brayden was here with me. Everyone else was gone-which was no surprise-but I didn't mind it much. I was able to spend time with my love, and although I still couldn't talk very well, I still enjoyed whatever time I got to spend with him.

One downside to this entire situation was that I was lied to again. Bumblebee has left for Sam yet again, leaving me pretty distressed and very angry. I'd say I was completely done with him at the moment. He was there for me in my darkest time only to leave me immediately after. It was pretty sleazy if you asked me.

I let out a sigh and sat up. For the past two hours Brayden and I have done absolutely nothing but lay around and watch TV-and eat of course. It's been a very unproductive day, but who cared.

"What's wrong?" Brayden asked me. I frowned and looked him, my only response being a simple shrug of my shoulders to which he rolled his eyes at. "You're a liar. Just tell me."

I groaned. I wanted to tell him about the Autobots, but I was sworn to secrecy by the government, and Crosshairs was very insistent about keeping the secret as well. I trusted Brayden more than I trusted anybody, but I still could not do it. The only reason I was even about to tell him what little bit I was was because if I didn't he would keep pestering me. He reminded me of Bumblebee in that department most definitely.

I grabbed the notepad and the marker off of the coffee and began writing.

My friend lied to me again. No worries, I wrote.

He gave me a look. "Which friend?"

The one Avery calls Baybay.

He blinked, and I was almost certain I could see the smallest frown playing at the corner of his lips, but the moment it came was also the moment it went away.

"What'd he do?" he asked cautiously.

I narrowed my eyes at him with faint suspicion before scribbling on the paper.

Picked me up from VA, promised he wouldn't leave me again and then went right back to his trash friend.

He scratched the back of his head, clearly not sure exactly what to say to me. I just sighed and began writing again.

Don't worry though. If he doesn't care then I don't. I'm done writhing in pain over his absence. Fuck a bitch.

I showed it to him and he nearly choked, but played it off as a cough. It was my turn this time to ask what was wrong.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Why don't you call him and try to work things out?" he inquired slowly, causing my suspicion to grow. Every damn time I mentioned Bumblebee-or Baybay in this situation-he would always act weird. I never payed much attention to it, but he was acting even weirder now than he normally did which was worrying me.

"Because there's no use. He probably wouldn't pick up anyway," I spoke this time, my voice still a little croaky.

"You never know."

"No, but what I do know is that I need to be done with him. He's done nothing but screw me over. I don't think I'll be able to take it for much longer," I grumbled.

"I'm sure he isn't meaning to hurt you," he said quietly.

I scoffed which came out sounding more like a wheeze than anything else. "He knows he is, but oh fucking well. I'm not about it anymore. I have way more important things to do in life than sit around and cry over something irrelevant. I have my family, and I have you. That's all that really matters to me."

Brayden scratched the back of his head again and stood up, causing me to frown. "I need to go. I'll call you."

He kissed my cheek before rushing out of the house. It was all so fast that I didn't even have the time to ask what the hell was going on or why he was acting so weird. All I did was groan and lay down, closing my eyes.

"Hey, Rose. Where did Brayden go? I have to talk to him about something," Jason's voice sounded.

I raised a brow and sat up. If I wasn't mistaken he should be at his apartment.

"Shouldn't you be at home? How did you even get in here?" I croaked.

He sighed and threw something down onto the coffee table in front of me. It was a weird folder of some sort, but I wasn't overly concerned about it at the moment.

"I have a key to the back door," he told me. "Now, where's Brayden? I thought he'd be here."

I shrugged and propped my feet up beside the folder. "He might still be outside. I don't know. He just left."

"Thanks," he replied before walking out of the house.

I remembered the folder he left and picked it up to give it to him, but before I could even utter a word he was out the door. I just sighed and sat it back down on the table. If it was really important he would return for it.

I was just about to lay back down when the words on the front of the folder caught my attention. I picked it up so I could read it clearer, and when I saw the words "Operation Rosalie" printed clearly on the front, I scrunched my eyebrows up. What the hell was this?

Without another thought, I opened up the thick folder and began rummaging through the numerous amounts of paper. I stopped when I came to one with the title "Bumblebee Holoform". What the hell was a holoform? I was now confused, but as I read over the words I found myself better understanding. Apparently a holoform allows a Transformer to interact with the human race without causing panic. It can also be used to complete missions that the Transformer is too large to carry out. It still made me wonder though. If Bumblebee had a holoform then how come I haven't seen it?

I quickly shoved the thought aside and continued looking through the other papers. I was about to pick up one until the front door burst open, revealing my father.

"Hey, Rose. Have you seen my lunch bag anywhere?" he asked me.

"Yeah, um, I put it in the fridge," I whispered.

Thankfully he heard, because he thanked me and walked away. Seconds later he returned, his lunch bag in hand.

"What are you working on there?" he asked, his gaze moving from me to the pile of papers on the table.

All I did was shrug. "It's Jason's. I'm just reading."

"Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you later, sweetheart. I've got to get back to the office. I love you," he told me, a wide smile on his face.

"I love you, dad. I'll see you later."

He just smiled at me and walked out the front door. Now that I was finally alone, I picked up the paper that I had been ready to read before my dad walked in, and I nearly collapsed. On it was a full body picture of Brayden, and next to it was what looked like a blue print or plan of some sort. The thing that shocked me the most about the paper was the fact that the title was "Holoform BRAYDEN". I could feel my breathing picking up just at the sight of it, so I quickly set it aside and picked up another paper.

This paper didn't make me feel any better though. I wanted to cry as I read over the words. Brayden, my cute and loving boyfriend, was not even human. He was a fucking synthetic version of Bumblebee. I was growing angry, but I was also becoming upset. Why hadn't I been informed of this?

Soon enough I came across a thin tablet. It was a recorder of some sort, and I wasted no time in pressing play.

"Alright, so Sam and I are here with Brayden, also known as Rosalie's best friend, the Autobot Bumblebee. Only today he's not going to be her best friend. Today we're going to play a little prank on her. Brayden is going to meet Rosalie and make her fall in love and all that shit. I mean, the girl hasn't had a boyfriend in like ten years. It's about time she found someone who treats her right. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?" Jason laughed, obviously not caring about the fact that absolutely everything has went wrong. I could feel myself getting angrier as the seconds ticked on.

"This was not my idea, whatsoever. If Rosalie kills me, I'm coming back to haunt you," Sam's voice followed.

I turned off the recorder and threw it against the wall; I couldn't take it anymore. The small device shattered, but I didn't care. All I cared about right now was the fact that two of the people I cared most about in my life have decided to hurt me in the worst way possible. I guess it all made sense though; why "Brayden" would always get upset when I said something bad about Bumblebee, why he almost freaked out when Avery called him Baybay, and why he took off so abruptly after I mentioned that I wanted nothing more to do with Bee today.

There was no helping how incredibly hurt I was feeling at the moment. My own brother had come up with a devious plan to make me fall in love with Brayden, all because I hadn't had a proper boyfriend in so long. The fact that Bumblebee went along with it didn't make things better either. He was supposed to be my best friend, the one person that I could count on for everything, but I guess I was wrong about him.

What angered me, though, was the fact that I was in love with a damn robot; it may have been a smaller human version, but it was still all the same to me. I just didn't understand why in the hell my brother would let that happen? How in the hell could Bumblebee even let that happen? Why would they hurt me like that? You'd think they'd have more respect for my feelings, but I guess not. How could I have been so stupid, so blind?

A sob wracked my body, and I stood up, throwing the papers back into the stupid little folder. There was no way in hell that I was going to let them get away with this.