Everyone in the house was rather rambunctious this morning, and I hadn't a clue why. If anyone should be cheerful this morning it should be me, but that was not the case here. I was the complete opposite, at least at the moment I was. All I was trying to do was get ready for the day, but I couldn't exactly do that with everyone pestering the hell out of me. What annoyed me worse was the fact that I was forced to use the bathroom on the first floor to shower instead of my own, roughly due to the fact that the pipe that ran to my room had burst, Lynleigh was using her shower, Gracie was using hers, and Lyza was using hers. It was very inconvenient, especially considering the fact that I left my clothes upstairs and was left to wonder my house in just a towel.

I clutched my towel tightly around my body and quickly exited the bathroom. Just as I got to the stairs I was stopped by a very familiar voice. I turned around to see Bumblebee's holoform standing there, looking at me with a brow raised.

"Any specific reason you're running around your house in only a towel?" he laughed.

"I forgot my clothes upstairs when I came down here to take a shower, and I'd very much appreciate if I could go and put them on. I may be in a towel, but I still feel very exposed right now, especially standing in front of you," I answered him.

He gave me a look. "You act as if I haven't seen you in your underwear before, Rose." He only laughed and walked away.

I ran up the stairs as quickly as I could, and ran into my bedroom where Avery was fast asleep on my bed. I simply disregarded her and grabbed my clothes. I changed into a pair of white jean shorts, a tight black tank top, and a hooded jean jacket. Once I put on my black combat boots, I was ready to go...well, half way ready to go. My hair was wet and annoying, so I decided just to brush it out and throw it up in a bun. I did not have the time to deal with it today.

"Rose, hurry up!" I heard Grace call from downstairs.

I just groaned in response and ran over to grab Avery. If she was two years old again, I would not mind it at all. It would make things much easier in regards to picking her up, especially when she was sound asleep. I would leave her here if I could, but Carly and Sam were out of town, so I had no one to watch her.

As best as I could with one hand, I pulled my bedroom door open and stepped out, only to almost run into Brooke. I thought that spending this week with her would be pure torture, but it definitely wasn't. She had changed a great deal over the past few years, and I only wished that I would have listened to her instead of being such a bitch to her. It would've made things a lot easier on me and her.

"Need help?" she asked, holding her arms out to Avery.

"Sure, thank you." I grunted and handed Avery over. Brooke smiled and took her. Not even then did the little devil wake up; all she did was whine and lay her head down on Brooke's shoulder. I swear that child could sleep through the apocalypse.

I practically ran down the stairs after that. No one except for Brooke, Avery, and I were in the house anymore, so I assumed them all to be outside in each of the Autobots.

I hurried over to Bumblebee and motioned Brooke to come over. She handed me Avery before running over to Drift, where I assumed Drew and Lyza were. Crosshairs had specifically requested Drew not ride inside his cabin anymore, due to the fact that he was very disrespectful to him during the race.

When I opened the passenger's side door to Bee's alternate mode, Gracie was sitting there, just as I expected her to be. Her seat moved forward, giving me room to climb in. Once I was situated in the backseat, Bee wasted no time in taking off towards KSI.

"May I ask why you're using Brayden right now?" I asked Bumblebee from my seat.

He shot me a look. "May I ask why you're impeccably stupid?"

"Listen, you don't have to be so rude."

"And you don't have to wear shorts that eat your lower half, but you do anyway," he smiled. The comment itself earned a laugh from Gracie, whereas I really just wanted to hit them both. How did my harmless little question turn into this?

"Just answer the question, stupid," I retorted.

"Your friends don't know who I am yet. Isn't that why we're going to KSI in the first place, so they can meet the Autobots?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry for asking," I grumbled.

Soon enough Bumblebee was pulling into the familiar gates that led directly to the Autobots' hangar. I just watched as vehicles pulled out and men ran around. It's been since before my dad died that I've been here, I almost forgot just how busy this place was during the week. It's exactly the reason I never came here. I hated being around so many people at once, and I was probably going to hate this just as much.

Bee stopped once he was inside the hangar, and Gracie wasted no time in getting out after that, nor did I. This time Gracie decided to take Avery from me and I definitely was not going to fight her for it. I was struggling just to hold that child up in my arms. I was going to need to stop feeding her so much crap every day.

"Now, Rose, is there a reason why we're here in this luxurious ass car garage?" Drew asked from behind me. I turned around to see him, Brooke, and Lyza looking around at the building in awe. Their faces mimicked mine the first time I saw this place, only they were far much more astounded, except for Brooke. I mean, there weren't many luxurious things back in my hometown.

"Have you ever heard of the Autobots?" I asked as I backed myself towards the small sitting area.

"Yes, they're freaking killing machines," Drew remarked, causing me to scoff. Now I knew why Crosshairs disliked him so much.

"I wouldn't exactly say we're killing machines, at least not in the connotation you're using," a voice sounded. I turned to see Sideswipe rolling towards us. That explained why we couldn't hear him.

"What the fuck!" Drew exclaimed as he ran over to me. He nearly tripped in his approach, but made it nonetheless.

"Way to be a wise ass in front of over a dozen Autobots. Now I know why Crosshairs doesn't like you," I laughed as I hopped off of the back of the couch.

"Why did you bring me here? They're gonna kill us all!"

"Not exactly. I think you have your factions mixed up, sweetheart. These are the Autobots, the good ones," Lyza assured him. God bless her.

"Anyways, good luck with them. I'm off to take care of some business," I said before running over to one of the many hangar doors. I wouldn't necessarily call what I had to do business, but if I would've told them all that I was headed up to dad's office then they would've stopped me without a doubt. I just needed this, I needed him. It was the real reason I wanted to come here today. Introducing them to the Autobots was just a decoy.

It took me about five minutes to finally get up to my dad's office. This place was a labyrinth and I probably got lost maybe two of three times.

I dug in my pants pocket for the large brass key that I had taken out of my dad's very charred pants the day he was taken to the hospital. I shoved the slightly melted key into its keyhole and wasted no time in unlocking the door.

I only wish that I had been more prepared for this; if I was, I wouldn't have started bawling the moment I stepped foot inside his office. It felt so empty, yet it did. It was almost as if I could feel him with me, but then again I couldn't. It was very frustrating to say the least.

Everything in his office was just as it normally was, only it was missing one key aspect: him. The picture frames on his shelves were all in perfect order, and the unimportant paperwork on his desk was stacked neatly in a pile beside his closed MacBook. Even the jacket he wore to work that day was draped over his chair, and I ran over and grabbed it without so much as thinking. It still smelled like him of course, the torturous smell of pine cones, peppermint, and I found myself crying harder.

"I wish you were here with me, with us," I whimpered as I clutched the jacket tighter. A couple days ago I convinced myself that I was okay, but standing here in this room was doing a good job at changing that. I just couldn't begin to comprehend why it had to be him, why my siblings and I had to go through the pain of losing our only parent. It just didn't make sense to me. It made me want to hate life. So many things had been taken away from me in the matter of fifteen minutes; he would never see Lynleigh or I grow into the women he taught us to be; he would never see Avery grow up, graduate high school, graduate college, get married, or have kids; he would never see Jason finally settle down and get married; he would never truly get to meet his grandkids or play with them like the typical grandfather did. It just wasn't fair.

I threw myself down onto the couch he had in his office and just cried, his jacket clutched tightly against my chest. All I wanted was my dad back. I know I'm a grown woman and can pretty much take care of myself, but no one is ever too old to have their dad around, and anyone who thinks differently is a piece of shit. It just wouldn't hurt to have my dad with me, helping me through all the commodities of life.

I wasn't exactly aware of how long I was laying on the couch. All I knew was that my crying still had yet to cease.

I got up from the couch with my dad's jacket still clutched in my arms and headed for the door, only for it to burst open. I jumped back, startled by the sudden intrusion, but calmed down when I noticed Bumblebee standing in the door way. His face dropped when he saw me, and the tears only flowed faster. The next thing I knew I was being wrapped tightly in a pair of arms.

"I knew it," Bee mumbled into my hair. "You know I know you better than anybody, so why lie, Rose?"

"I'm s-s-sorry, I just, I h-had to do it," I cried.

"You don't have to feel like this forever, Rose. You're not alone in this. You have me, you have Lynleigh, you have Grace, you have Jason, and you have Avery. You even have Sam, Carly, Brooke, Lyza, and Drew," he started. "We may not be able to take all of the pain away, but we can take away some of it. This isn't going to be easy for you to get through, just like with Lynleigh, Grace, and Jason, but I promise you that I will do whatever it takes to make it like it was, make it better than it was. You just have to trust me, sweetspark."

My tears had slowed during his speech. I pulled away from him and looked in his eyes to see nothing but sincerity.

"You can promise it?" I croaked.

He smiled and placed his hands on either side of my face. "Duh. You're my entire existence, Rosalie. I would do absolutely anything to see you happy again, and I know your dad would too."

I squeezed my eyes shut at the mention of my dad, but did my best to contain my emotions. Bumblebee was doing an excellent job of ridding me of the tears, it would be a shame if I were to let him down now.

"I love you, Bee, so much," I told him.

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before pulling me back into his arms.

"I love you, Rose. I always have, and I will continue to do so until I no longer exist in this world. You're everything to me, everything," he replied after a few seconds. I smiled at his words and practically melted into the warmth of his body.

As long as I had Bee in my life I would not only be safe, but I would also be happy, and that's truly all that I wanted out of life. I just couldn't believe I had to wait such a long time to find it, nor did I think I'd find it in someone of a completely different species than I was. It didn't matter to me though. Bumblebee was exactly what I needed in my life, and, Cybertronian or not, I would continue to love him unconditionally with every single part of my being.