Hey There. So yeah…I've finally started writing another fanfic. Stupid Transformers movie and all the awesome fanfics I've been reading have gotten into my brain meats and made me want to write my first fanfic in YEARS!!! This one won't be as…well…emo as my last ones. Haha Yes, I'll openly admit how emo those were. XD
I decided, though, to start by simply typing up a few of the scenes for my story that have been floating around in my head the most. It's a sequel to the movie, set about 6 months afterwards, and brings in characters from the G1 series like Prowl, Hound, Wheeljack, and Red Alert for the Autobots and Soundwave with Ravage and Lazerbeak and Rumble for the Decepticons, plus uses Barricade and Skorponok since they weren't given any real deaths in the movie that we know of.
The idea for the fic actually started while watching the movie for the first time. I couldn't get over how adorable Bee was, and wanted to draw him, but alas, I cannot draw mech for the life of me, so I started plotting drawing Human Bee, a theme in Transfandom that I didn't know was so popular until after I started drawing him and found lots of Human Autobot art on Deviantart. Rofl I'm so unoriginal.
Of course, fanart led to the ideas for a fanfic, and I was uncontrollably compelled to write it down, if only to justify why I was drawing Human Bee, and later, Human Ratchet (Though that particular version of Ratchet does not show up in this story…as far as I know so far.)
So yes, this is a bunch of teaser clips I suppose you could say of the story and what it will be like if I ever get it done. Some are meant for funny, some are meant for suspense, and some are just…there. For plot development or for Waffy giggly feelings.
I COULD find ways to put Sambee into it…'cause God knows that all the wonderful Sambee fics on have turned me from a staunchly Anti-TF romance person to an uncontrollable Sambee fangirl. -- I blame you aaaaaalll!!! And love you at the same time!!! Alas, though, I don't really have any honest desire to turn this into Sambee at this point. I may have it happen in my head at certain points, but I probably won't ever put it in the story in written form. Unless it's my own personal "unreleased" version. hehehe… 3!
God, Sambee should NOT be such a hot pairing…I'm totally going to Hell. TToTT Robots don't mate! Why would Bee want to mate with Sam??? Sam has Mikaela, WHYYYY would he even THINK about hooking up with his giant yellow alien robot car guy friend??????? It's SO unreasonable!!!
And yet I can't get enough of it…shivers There needs to be more Sambee on for me to read… I'm such a pervert!!!
Anyway, the sections I put up are going to be mostly in no particular order, because I don't know what order they'll be in in the story quite yet. I have a rough idea, but nothing specific quite yet.
And a note on the segment with Human Bumblebee sitting on Optimus' hand: That's NOT intended to be OptimusXBee. Er…at least not…in the romantic way. I guess you could call it OptimusXBee in a fatherly, paternally loving sort of way. I absolutely ADORE Optimus, and have found myself thinking he was a sexy bot, too…but…no…just no…--;;; He always seemed more like a fatherly, loving person then anything else. I just love how wise and kind he is to everyone, and I always imagined he was very protective over Bumblebee, what with him being the smallest and the youngest and most bad-lucked one of the group. So it just made sense to me that when Bee was tiny, fleshy, and squishy, he'd become even more protective of his little Spy. Hehehe. To which Bee would be all giddy, if he weren't all upset and confused and terrified despite himself, 'cause he's like…Optimus' secret groupie, that adorable little sweetie that he is. XD hugs the Bee!!!
Also, a note on Ironhide's accent: he's a hillbilly…seriously…they may not have given him the accent in the movie, but he's always been a redneck to me. Soooo…yeah, he's got that old classic G1 accent in my fic. Haha Gotta love gun-toting redneck robots in disguise. XDDD
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Mikaela stopped her vespa, pushing it up over the crest of a tall hill beside the road as she followed the familiar, loud, happy sounding purr of Bumblebee's engine. She could hear Sam's voice saying something in that high, excited chirp that in teenaged males usually meant something exciting, illegal, dangerous, or just plain stupid was about to happen, and Bee's voice gave a faintly robotic giggle in response, loud and unmistakable. Mikaela furrowed her brow in automatic curiosity and no small amount of concern, and hurried over the hill.
As she crested the top, she found herself facing a tall, old hill of paving gravel, long since forgotten by the state highway department when they had finished redoing the small road years earlier. Sam was standing to the side of it, looking like an insect next to Bumblebee, who was busy…constructing…well, what looked like some sort of ramp that faced the artificial sand dune. Most of it looked pre-constructed, a gigantic metal frame standing as tall as the 17 foot BB himself, as if they had made it somewhere else and then found a way to cart it here.
"What are you doing…?" She asked, almost afraid to hear the answer, and both the boy and the robot looked up at her, Sam grinning in greeting and BB's eyes smiling where his metallic mouth couldn't.
"Greetings Mikaela!"
"Bumblebee's going to jump the ramp and land in the sand hill! We found it a couple of weeks ago, and decided since no one needed it, we'd have fun with it instead!"
Mikaela stared from Sam to BB, blinking gently as if she hadn't understood them, both of them grinning at her expectantly.
"You're going to…I'm sorry, what???"
"I'm going to start far enough from the ramp to reach my full speed, using it's angle to launch myself into the air, transform, and allow myself to go into a freefall that will be cushioned by the gravel" Bee explained matter of factly, as if it were actually believable to her ears.
Mikaela simply nodded slowly, her brain running through the possible catastrophes that could be caused by this rather troubling idea she was sure had originally started out as Sam's.
"Why are you doing this? Are you sure you won't…break something? Does Optimus know? Maybe you should call Ratchet here first…" Sam shook his head at her obvious concern, pointing at the dune behind him.
"He'll be fine. He knows what he's doing. You should have heard him calculating the entire thing!" Mikaela couldn't help but feel a sort of dread settle in the pit of her stomach for Bumblebee, despite Sam's attempt at reassurance, Bee's eager, animated nod, and the happy way he hummed to himself, the radio playing quietly from somewhere in his large body, his voice capacitor purring along with it as he went back to putting the final pieces of the ramp together. It didn't help that most of the construction seemed to be made from scrap metal taken from God only knew where.
Perhaps to an outsider, her concern for the large robotic "man" would seem strange, they might not be able to see past the metal exterior of his body. But to Mikaela and Sam, as well as anyone else who took the time to spend with Bumblebee, he was, just as much as a human being, a kind and friendly creature, quick to befriend those who didn't pose a threat to him, his robotic Autobot comrades, or the humans he'd already befriended.
Mikaela saw him as a true friend, closer then the girls she talked to at the High School, simply much, much larger, and loaded to the gills with plasma cannons. It was only natural for her to worry for the safety of a friend when she found the planning to do something…well…crazy…
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Throughout the talk, throughout the night, Optimus sat quietly on the ground, his legs folded in front of him, on arm rested gently on his knee, the other palm-up on the other leg with Bumblebee's tiny, human form resting within as Optimus' fingers curled gently around him, relaxed and creating a support for the Autobot leader's small, young friend to lean against.
To Sam and Mikaela, it was reminiscent of a great, metal Buddha such as was seen in the orient, sitting serenely, protective and fatherly towards the fragile human it lorded over. It never ceased to amaze Sam how gentle and delicate those large, mechanical hands were. They had the power to crush anything that they touched, were scarred, dented, and weathered by eons of battle. And yet that hand that cradled the tiny Bumblebee was so relaxed and so tender, barely moving and ever mindful of the comparatively frail figure reclining in the palm.
Bee himself seemed greatly comforted in the hand of his patient leader, much of the unease and confusion over the body he now possessed diminished as he sat with his arms draped over the large thumb curling relaxed in front of front of him. It was, for Sam and Mikaela, a strangely endearing, heartening thing for them to see. They had known the Autobots for such a short time, still knew so little of their enormous benefactors, and yet the more they saw of them, the more fascinating and wonderful they seemed.
As the hours passed, though, the tiny form held in that massive hand began to tire. Though he fought it, Bee's human body was incapable of the long periods of sleeplessness that he found effortless in his true form. Even as he made a valiant effort to stay in the conversation, to give his knowledge as it was needed, his eyes soon won the battle with him to close. He began to shift restlessly, partly to find a position that would help him stay awake and partly to find a position that was more comfortable, more relaxing, his own body's way of making his fight against sleep even harder.
Each time he did, Optimus would glance down, a gentle, deeply paternal smile on his metallic features, allowing his fingers to spread gently to give his friend a chance to find a more comfortable position, and then would relax them again, the large digits curling once more to create an almost cocoon-like cradle around his comrade.
It wasn't long before Bumblebee's small head began to droop, jerking up ever so gently each time he caught himself dozing off. The large Autobots had long since let their voices drop lower as Ratchet and Ironhide noticed the small not-human human growing tired, hoping not to disturb him even as he tried to fight off sleep, gently amused smiles on each of their faces. Perhaps it would have been simply easier had Optimus told Bumblebee to sleep, but the other Autobots knew Bee well enough to know he would have only denied his fatigue, intent on forcing himself to stay awake to prove to himself as much as to them that he could do it. The youngest, and now-smallest Autobot, he had always striven to prove that he was a strong, capable member of the team. He wouldn't admit to being tired because in doing so, they knew he would view it as admitting to a fault or weakness.
So they let him stay, dozing off despite himself, until it seemed that his fatigue had whittled away at even Bumblebee's firm resolve, and he leaned his forehead down, resting it on the large thumb curled in front of his chest, giving a deep sigh as he dozed off almost immediately. The voices of the others trailed off as they watched him, as if amused by the entire display and waiting for what he would do next. Finally, when he hadn't moved for a few minutes, seemingly giving into the internal decision of "Just a quick nap, then I'll be ok…" Optimus glanced up at the others, a gentle smirk on his face.
"Perhaps it would be better if we adjourned and continued this conversation tomorrow. I believe our espionage expert has reached his limit. He would be most displeased with himself in the morning if he awoke to realize he had slept through the latter part of the meeting." Sam and Mikaela laughed softly at the humored tone in the gigantic bot's voice, their own chuckles mirrored in the amused tones of the other bots as they both rose to their enormous feet.
"Yes, I believe you're right. Besides, I have found it is detrimental to human physiological and mental health to refrain from sleeping in a properly reclining position for the required number of hours. As he is now, he will cause himself stiffness of the muscles and joints to sleep that way for too long." Optimus chuckled at Ratchet, glancing back down at the unconscious spy. He gently opened his hand, shifting his fingers enough that Bumblebee jolted awake suddenly when the thumb he was using for a pillow moved away. He looked around drowsily for a long moment as if unsure where he was, but then finally glanced up at Optimus, running a hand through his short hair.
"What's up, Optimus?" He drawled in his decidedly English accent.
"We have decided to adjourn for the evening. It is past the hour of Sam and Mikaela's intended stasis, and you seem to be in need of your own sleep cycle." Bumblebee started gently, sitting up a little straighter.
"Me, Sir? No, I'm fine. I was simply resting for a moment."
Sam smirked softly, walking closer to Optimus' leg and peering up at Bee from the ground.
"Come on, Bumblebee, you could use the sleep. You've had a lot of stress the past few days. How long has it been since you slept last?"
Bumblebee hummed and hawed for a moment, his sleep-confused brain obviously slow to calculate the length of time as his brow furrowed deeply in concentration. "I…it was…I think…"
"Three days. Or close to it. I have been watching, hoping that you would get the rest you needed without being given an order to do so. Bumblebee, you were barely able to go so long without recharging before you were transformed in Starscream's attack. You don't have to push yourself that hard." Despite the soft tone in Optimus' voice as he interrupted him, Bumblebee seemed embarrassed, a definite blush to his face as he averted his eyes. Apparently he hadn't anticipated it being quite so noticeable.
He nodded softly, finally giving in to their suggestions and swinging his legs over the edge of Optimus' hand, letting them dangle as he waited to be set down. "I…understand…" He almost seemed to want to say something more, perhaps an explanation on his actions or an apology, but he held his tongue, falling back on a soldier's habit of refusing to make excuses for his actions. "I'll get some rest, Optimus, Sir."
Instead of setting him down where he was, Optimus stood, careful to balance the tiny passenger in his hand to avoid tumbling him out onto the ground from a high distance, taking the few steps to the makeshift "campground" Sam had set up shortly after the attack by the highway. He knelt as he let Bee down, putting himself face-to-gigantic face with his Spy as he spoke.
"I do not mean to criticize your actions in this matter, Bumblebee. I simply do not wish to see you do yourself undue harm." His voice dropped as he spoke to him, to a volume that only the human would hear, a surprising thing to hear, had Sam and Mikaela seen far more fascinating things then their ability to control their voices to such a level. "You do not have to push yourself to prove your abilities after what happened. I have no doubt that you are still a fine soldier, even in this form. You would simply cause yourself harm in showing me the same determination and loyalty I've always received from you."
For a moment, Bumblebee simply stared at him, his eyes wide, as if he hadn't expected Optimus to say what he had. He didn't know if it was the fact that he had seemed to know his intentions so easily in what he did and, in saying it, soothing the worries he'd had plaguing him since Starscream had assaulted him, or the fact that Optimus had said it in the soothing, comforting tone when he did that shocked him. Nevertheless, even in his sleep-deprived state, he seemed to feel a weight lift off of his shoulders, and he visibly wilted, relaxing now that he knew it was pointless to try and keep the facade of an unfaltering soldier, that he'd obviously been so transparent in doing so. He smiled softly at his leader, nodding softly and sighing as he lifted the flap of the tent behind him, glancing at the ground thoughtfully between them. "Thank you, sir…" Was the only thing he said as he turned back, stepping into the tent, and as soft as it was whispered, Optimus Prime had no problem hearing it from where he was.
Things back in the clearing were quiet for a long moment as the exchange transpired, and even as Prime walked back to the group, careful to avoid stepping on Mikaela and Sam, and Bumblebee could be heard clambering and fumbling as much as he could to get into the sleeping bag before he dozed off in the middle of the process.
"I swear, the youngling's gonna cause himself some real harm one of these days. Sometimes he pushes himself too hard." Ironhide grumbled after everything seemed to have gotten quiet again, his voice still low. His arms crossed temperamentally in front of him, and he glared off into the space above the tiny human tent, but it was obvious that he was truthfully worried for the young Spy. Bumblebee had always been the sort of "little brother" to the others, and not even Ironhide could avoid feeling worried about him, old and cantankerous as he was, now that he'd been "transformed" into what he was now.
"He simply wants to prove himself. He's a fine, loyal soldier. He wants to prove that to us now that he's been changed. We all know his way." Optimus soothed calmly, and there was a distinct note of pride in his voice.
"Still don't like it…he should know better, ambitious or not. If he gets himself hurt because he's so stubborn, I'm going to fry his circuits when he's back to normal." They all knew the threats were hollow, a way for Ironhide to hide his worries behind his gruff, surly nature, and they all chose to ignore the worries they all had about actually being able to reverse Bumblebee's current…"condition."
The silence lingered between them for a long while, each of them, Autobot and human, lost in their own thoughts, until finally Ratchet sighed, shaking his head. "I suppose I should recharge myself. It will give me a chance to rest my processors from this dilemma. Perhaps a fresh start tomorrow will help me look at what has been done more clearly and find a cure." It was obviously taking it's toll on him, the worry about his comrade, and the fear that if he didn't find a way to reverse what had been done they could very well be in very big trouble should Starscream decide to use the same form of attack on the other three Autobots. He strode off, disappearing through the trees to find a place where he would be mostly concealed from any air attacks by the thick trees.
Ironhide grumbled something that could only be considered a good evening wish towards the others as he walked off in his own direction. He wouldn't be getting much sleep that night: he'd opted to be sentry that night and knew he had a long night ahead of him. Optimus was left to look down at the two humans as they waved the weapons specialist off, and he kneeled down closer to them, curiosity and concern on his mechanical features.
"Are you not fatigued yourselves? Would you like me to take you home?" Mikaela and Sam shook their heads, chuckling softly in reply.
"I'm not that tired. I haven't kept myself awake for 3 days, though." Sam laughed out, nodding back at the tent where Bee was resting, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "I can't go home, though. If my dad finds out I came home without my "Camaro," he'll shit bricks. I just planned on spending the night in the other tent compartment. My folks think I've gone on a normal camping trip with Miles' family. 'Kaela might need to go home, though."
"Yeah, actually. One more night away from home and my mom might start getting ideas. She'll start making Sam look for wedding rings or something, I swear!" She laughed, though the joke turned her boyfriend's face an intense shade of red, and he scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes. Optimus gave a softly rumbling, light-hearted chuckle in response, and nodded.
"Alright, then. Climb in. I'll drive you back." He stood back up long enough to make the transformation from his bipedal robot form to that of the signature red and blue flame-painted Peterbilt, the passenger side door swinging open for her to climb in. Sam offered to ride with her on the way back to her house to see her on her way, and they curled up in Optimus' cab, curling up against each other as the door shut and the safety belts wrapped around them of their own accord.
For a long while, as they drove the few miles to Mikaela's house, everything was quiet. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, simply a thoughtful one as they all thought things over in their heads, from worry about their friend to fears of when the Decepticons would attempt another attack, to things as mundane as when they would have to study for the next Geometry test. Finally, curiosity overtook Mikaela, and she spoke up from where she sat, leaning with her back against Sam's chest as he held her tightly in his arms.
"You're protective of him, aren't you, Optimus?" The sound of a questioning grunt came from the radio's speakers, a curious, conversational tone to the Autobot's disembodied voice. "Bumblebee. You seem to be really protective of him."
There was silence in the cab for a moment as the alien seemed to think the question over, the throb of the engine slowing gently in a thoughtful hesitation they had come to recognize. Finally: "He has always been a fine soldier since the war started. But he is young, one of the youngest amongst the surviving members of our race, and smaller then most. He has always seemed to…look up to the rest of us, Ironhide and Ratchet and I, and the other comrades we left behind and lost. He is always trying to prove his abilities to us, sometimes in ways that are, in retrospect, not always the wisest or safest…" there was a touch of hesitation as he spoke, as if he were recalling something from the past that he was debating on how to address in his response. "I will say, though…that…after the battle of Tyger Pax, when he was…tortured and beaten by Megatron and his forces, when he lost his voice, I have felt…protective of him, yes. He went into the battle knowing that it could have been a suicide mission. I sent him, and the squad he commanded, to distract Megatron's forces long enough to give us a chance to send the Allspark into space. He fought bravely, he willingly acted in a way that, had we not found him in time, would have meant his death, and all to give us a chance to complete our mission."
The silence that lingered in the cab as he paused held a distinctly melancholic air to it, the weight of what Optimus was saying evident even in the mood that was settling over the three.
"I have always tried hated losing my allies, I dislike seeing friends and companions die. It is, I suppose, a strange quality for a Commander to have. Bumblebee had never been anything but loyal and brave, and eager to fight for the cause. It pained me to send him and his squad to a battle I knew they may never return from. He was only one of two to survive that battle. Even when I saw him alive for the first time, afterwards, I could find very little solace in his state. He would not be able to speak again for millions of years, and I will admit that a part of me blamed myself, and still does. It was a shame, to me, to see a bot as young and brave as he is damaged so badly at my command."
"Is that what Ironhide meant when he called him a "youngling?" Is that what Autobots call their younger members?"
"It is. Of course, Bumblebee is no longer a youngling. The closest translation into your language for the word would be "child." He is perhaps around your age, in human years, no longer a child, and yet not an elder, either. He is young enough for Ironhide, Ratchet, and I to be old enough to be his elders, and thus we have always felt a little protective of him, as you said. He is brave, though. I could not ask for a finer, more loyal soldier. Even if he does tend to find his way into some rather nerve wrecking situations." The sound of the older Autobot's laughter echoed softly through the cabin. It broke a little of the tension that had settled over the cabin as he spoke, and the two humans laughed with him just as softly, though they at times found themselves plagued by memories of one or two particular situations that had involved their Bumblebee, in which he almost hadn't made it out, and they had been there to witness it.
"It's nice to see you four, when you're not in a battle. You all seem so close. Like a family, I suppose. Like you're…well…you just remind me of my dad a bit." Sam mumbled softly, unsure if it was an appropriate thing to say, or how Autobot culture would view a statement such as that, as strange as it was to worry about something as simple as that.
"Hmm…I…suppose there are times when I do feel a bit like what humans would think of as a "father" towards Bumblebee. Though I'm certainly not old enough to be Ironhide's "father." He's older then even Ratchet and I!" The three laughed again, as Optimus pulled down a small street, darkly lit and quiet, and stopped outside a small house. "Here we are. Good Evening, Mikaela."
The door opened gently, allowing Mikaela to slip out, turning back to share a soft, lingering kiss with Sam before pulling away and smiling down up at him. "Thanks, Optimus. Love you, Sam, Night, guys. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" She patted the indigo blue painted side as she stepped down, waving at the two as she walked into her house, casting one final glance back at Sam and the intimidating large Semi before she locked the front door behind her and went to bed.
The ride back to the temporary Autobot camp was quiet, a soft smile on Sam's face as he enjoyed the lingering sensation of Mikaela's lips on his, and he sighed gently, leaning his head back and closing his eyes in thought. Before they had even returned, he was sound asleep within the cab. Instead of awakening him to send him to bed, Optimus simply parked beside the small human tent, his engine slowing and finally stopping as he settled into his own stasis, guarding over one human companion as he slept, and protecting the other inside his cab even as he slept.