Flight of the Bumblebee

Summary: Bumblebee ditches Sam and Mikaela in a crowded parking lot on Christmas Eve. Oh, well, that's what they get for waiting until the last minute to do their shopping!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or its characters.

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"No! No, no, no, no!" Sam looked in every direction and tore at his hair. "Bee, this is not funny!"

"Sam, you're making a scene."

"I told him to stay put, to stay right here, and now he's gone!"

Mikaela rolled her eyes and shifted her weight as she leaned forward against the shopping cart. Sam, being good old Sam, had waited until the day before Christmas to do his shopping. Walmart, not surprisingly, was absolutely packed. It had taken nearly an hour for Sam to find everything he'd wanted, and the checkout line had added another forty minutes.

It was no wonder that Bumblebee had up and left the parking lot. Poor guy probably had been bored out of his mind.

"Mom is going to kill me if I'm late for her dinner party. She's been planning this all month. God, Bee, this is not funny!"

"Well," Mikaela lazily scanned the parking lot, "that's what you get for waiting until the last minute to do your shopping."

"I..."

"And that's what you get for leaving him in a Walmart parking lot for nearly two hours! Of course he ditched you!"

Sam gazed down at his feet. "He ditched you, too," he mumbled.

Ignoring her boyfriend's comment, Mikaela steered the shopping cart toward another row of the crowded lot. She hummed thoughtfully as she peered down the aisle of parked cars. Sam shuffled after her, his eyes still glued to the ground.

"Stop moping," Mikaela chided. "I'm sure he isn't mad at you."

"Maybe he just went for gas?"

"He had a full tank, Sam."

"Hey." He finally looked up when he realized that she was moving on to another aisle. "What if he's coming right back? We should stay put."

Mikaela clucked her tongue and leaned all of her weight against the shopping cart, making it slide forward slightly. "He's not coming back."

Sam's eyes widened. "I thought you said he wasn't mad!"

"I don't think he is." She put a foot down and stopped sliding. Her eyes narrowed as she started toward another row of the parking lot.

"Then what..."

"Shhh!" Mikaela crouched down and pushed the cart forward. Sam thought it best to follow her lead and hunched behind her. He was about to ask what she was doing when she suddenly leapt from behind the cart and tackled the back of a car—a certain Camaro, to be exact.

"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, laughing.

Bumblebee's engine roared to life and rumbled in annoyance. Sam looked on, dumfounded.

"Huh?"

"He was playing hide-and-seek!"

"How did you find me?" Bumblebee demanded.

Mikaela giggled and slid off his back. "I just stood at the end of the aisle and looked for your butt!"

Rumbling again, Bee popped the trunk. Mikaela eased it open and gestured for Sam to bring the cart.

"You were playing hide-and-seek?"

"Yes."

"You...do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"Sam, be rational. What could've happened?"

"I don't know. It's Walmart!" Sam helped Mikaela load the trunk, and then he slammed it shut with a little more force than necessary.

"I'm sorry, Sam. Are you angry with me?"

Sam sighed and slipped into the driver's seat. "No," he said. "Just don't do that again!"

"All right. I won't."

Bumblebee eased out of his parking space and carefully maneuvered out of the hectic lot. He flipped through various radio stations, trying to some good Christmas music. Just as he settled on Santa Baby, the radio screeched violently and went dead.

"Bee?" the startled teenagers asked. "What's wrong?"

"Mikaela, were you saying that I have a big butt?!"