Hit and Run (BumbleBee x Reader)

Scratched up palms and bruised knees were all you walked away with when the battle had ended. Though you were untouched, some others weren't. As you were hiding from the bloodthirsty war machine, others on the highway weren't as lucky as you. Either they walked away with major injuries, or not at all. Even though it was night and the road that it all happened wasn't all that busy, many got hurt. You felt guilty and though you had no reason to feel like that, you couldn't help but think if it was your fault for the two deaths that had happened.

They were innocent. Minding their own business as they drove on the road to their home, to their families. If you wouldn't had froze, maybe... Just maybe, they would have survived. If you hadn't had froze, then BumbleBee could have had more time to defend you and everyone else on the battlefield. But everything that had happened that day, it was all so much. Getting into a car with a random stranger, learning that there are giant transforming robots disguised as everyday vehicles, hearing that said robots could be either good or bad, then getting into a fight with one of them... You would have to be Superman not to get the slightest stressed from any of that.

But as you drove down the same road in the same car you had only just a half hour prior to the battle, you wondered if something like that would ever happen again. Wondered, if it did, would you survive the next time? You doubted it. You were lucky to get out this time with all your limbs still intact. But as your thoughts ventured off into the sickening wonderfulness of death and all the possibilities it could hold for you, you took no notice of the large towers slowly approaching you as you rode shotgun in the Yellow Camaro.

New York. You had always planned on making a legit trip into the cold city but never seemed to find the right time to do so.

Blinking twice, you took a deep breath and stretched out to become fully aware. Rubbing your eyes, the blurriness faded as you looked around. It had been no longer than 35 minutes ago that the fight between Bee and the unnamed Decepticon went down, but you were still shook from it. Not wanting to talk, nor even be awake was the only thing on your mind at that moment. You just wanted to go home and lay in bed all day. But the longer the night seemed to go, so did your eagerness to know what he wanted with you.

He had told you that you might become important to the mission, but what were you compared to him? You couldn't take on a full blown Decepticon, maybe if they were five times smaller and didn't have guns, then sure, you'd fight one. But it wasn't likely anything of the sort would ever happen... But what if you did have to face one?

Say you were alone, no Autobot's, no protectors, no BumbleBee. They know what you look like, they know who you are. You could loose your head if you don't be careful. And saying a solution like that wasn't unlikely, it was true if anything. The fact that you could lose you life if you made the wrong move now, to say it made you feel uneasy would be an understatement. But then again, they wouldn't be dumb enough to leave you out in the open like that, right? BumbleBee wouldn't just leave you to die, after he just risked his own life to save you. But why? He barely knew you...

"Hey, kid... How you holdin' up?" BumbleBee asked suddenly. Bringing you out of your thoughts almost instantly, you lifted your head off from your resting hand and turned to the radio. You looked like pure and utter shit to put it simply. Not getting a healthy amount of sleep for about a week was starting to take its toll on you, and not getting any sleep all day surely didn't help any. Rubbing the dark circles under your eyes, you closed them and yawned.