And here it is, the Bee POV sidestory I promised. For anyone who hasn't read it, I suggest bouncing off and reading Phantasm before reading this, or you might be slightly confused. I don't own Transformers, thanks, though the strange and confusing ramblings of Bee are mine.

Phantasm Side-story:
Bumblebee:
Confliction

I was… changing.

I could feel it, like warm water, scalding water poured inside me, thrilling through my energon lines, burning my very core. It felt like I was dying at first, in the minutes after I threw myself in front of the human I'd sworn to us both I would protect. But then… oh, then.

It felt like power.

Burning, soothing, the Valley of the Shadow of Death, except it was mine and I was Death, I was stalking all, so very omnipotent and driven. Driven by what? My desire. To kill. To consume. To hate.

To love.

The beautiful song began in my head, the constant thrum of a disease that could, would crush me in its embrace. But I liked it. I wanted it. I ached for it.

And then there was Sam by my side, talking to me even as I remained immobile and the thing that had infected me fought to claw its way out. Conquering me was not enough, and through the hours Sam's voice became my song until it and I became one, but not one. Just one. I used it. It used me.

We, together, would lay the world at our feet.

I was chained, a singing slave to what was slowly becoming me, a twisted, morbid me, a me that wanted to rip, to tear, to shred…

And then Sam's voice.

Sam, Sam in my head, his touch on my arm, his hand. My little human. My guarded. I fought the thing, fought myself, Super-ego to Id, I fought back the beast that was overtaking me.

It didn't work.

When I woke, the rage consumed me; Sam was by my side, but he was a human, weak and pathetic. And Ratchet, that glitch, if he hadn't been there I would surely have eradicated the only thing holding me -us- back.

I fought them, too, those sentimental, weak, worthless beings; it pained me to know I had ever been one of them. And then- oh, then… They dared to deprive me of my superior form, they dared to allow that medic to touch me, to block my processes, to cage me in the disgusting little human body. They made me low, reduced me to nothing.

I'd always wanted to see things from Sam's point of view.

My song became one of lonliness as they dragged me down and locked me in a room that smelled like bleach, smelled like containment. I beat at the door until they tried to "reason" with me, chaining me down, putting a camera in my room… They forbid anyone from seeing me.

Forbid Sam from seeing me.

After the first weeks, my stupid clumsiness disappeared and the grace took its place; my eyes sharpened, my body grew thinner, tougher. Even with the restrictions on my being, I could feel it.

I was changing.

I raged, I seethed, but it was quiet. It was slow, like poison, sweet honeyed poison. Poison… I began to sing to myself, singing to the silence. Until they sent the tactician.

What are you?
Who are you?
Are you a Decepticon?

They actually assumed I had no intelligence, I presumed. They thought I would care to join that stupid, worthless little thing they attempted to call a faction.

I shot off Prowl's doorwing.

And oh, Primus, the blood, the spilled energon, it was glorious, it really was… I could feel it on me, on my chest, on my hands, my lips, my cheeks. I reveled in it until they pulled me away and I could hear the murmurings of

Did he provoke him…?
I don't think he needs to be provoked anymore….
Insane…
Terminate?

… No.

And then it was dark, and the lines began to spread across me, like beautiful spider-silk, weaving their way across my skin. Light began to burn my eyes. The rage spread through me, a glorious rage. I let it eat me. And then…..

Sam.

I needed him.

Suddenly the rage was chanting his name, the me and the not-me, though we were… We were both me. We called out for Sam, for the one being who'd offered me salvation, for the one being whom I'd tried to kill. We called. We sang. Our song mutated from madness to his name. Over and over it screamed, Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam until I sent it, managed to hack something through the camera, I don't even know how… But I sent it, I sent it, oh Primus, come to me…

Come hear my new song, Sam, even as I scream that you need to stay away… Come hear me, forget me, love me, hate me, protect yourself.

I have changed.

-
End of Confliction.
See you again-

I can't escape this hell;
So many times I've tried,
But I'm still caged inside.
Somebody get me through this nightmare-
I can't control myself.

So what if you can see the darker side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe it's not the real me...
Somebody help me tame this animal.
(This animal, this animal.)

I can't escape myself.
(I can't escape myself.)
So many times I've lied...
(So many times I've lied.)
But there's still rage inside.
Somebody get me through this nightmare-
I can't control myself.

So what if you can see the darker side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become...
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become...
Help me believe it's not the real me-
Somebody help me tame this animal.

Somebody help me through this nightmare-
I can't control myself.
Somebody wake me from this nightmare-
I can't escape this hell.

(This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal...)

So what if you can see the darker side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become-
Help me believe it's not the real me-
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become-
Help me believe it's not the real me...
Somebody help me tame this animal...!
(This animal I have become...)