Author's Notes : Greetings all! This will be a little fic I do in which I will watch all episodes of Transformers prime then write a 1K-2.5K One Shot of Bumblebee and Arcee developing their relationship in the aftermath of said episode or during the episode, likely at night or when alone with one another during the episode. We work our way into them being a couple and then later sparkmates by the end of the series. We'll go more and more of an AU from the series as we continue. First up is Darkness Rising, Part 2!
"We'll see. She's kinda temperamental" Jack said as he shut the door leading to the house and the garage door. Arcee, the blue motorcycle in said garage that was actually an Autobot in disguise,used the moment to try and shut down and go into recharge. But try as she might, she just couldn't, for Every Time she was close to dozing off, she saw him, his purple eyes and mouth, his moaning and growling. She just couldn't get him out of her processors! ::Arcee, you there?:: she knew who sent that message and debated on responding to him. She knew why he was contacting her and she didn't want to deal with it. Still...he was just trying to be a good friend. ::Arcee?::
:: Yeah, I'm here, Bee.::
:: What's your current location?::
:: Jack's Garage::
:Trapped?::
:: Yeah. Same for you?::
::Yep.:: Arcee internally chuckled at the predicament they found themselves in. There wasn't really anywhere to go for either of them until the day so if a Decepticon decided that today was a lovely day for a stroll, they were pretty much scrap. ::Arcee, about earlier…:::
:: I don't want to talk about it.:: The message she responded with was quick, cold, snippy. She knew she was lying though. She wanted someone to talk to her about earlier. She wanted to cry into someone's chassis as they told her everything would be alright as she let everything out. But she knew that Bumblebee wasn't the type to just, as the humans put it, drop it, and she knew it.
::Arcee, don't try to lie to me. I know you too well.:: Came the response.
::Bee…:: she warned, not wanting to discuss it externally. They both knew how cold she could get when she closed her emotions off.
::I'm not going to put it off. You need someone to talk to. Bulkhead is too dense and nervous to ask you, Ratchet is too much of a grump, and Optimus, well, he shouldn't have to deal with this as he has things to do. He doesn't have time to dabble in personal matters, but if you refuse to listen to me, then by Primus, I will get him to involve himself.:: The scout sent back his own warning. Arcee stood still, not knowing how to respond to that. ::Understand?::
::Yes.::
:: Good. Now, about earlier Arcee... What happened? What really, honestly happened?:: The question had been asked and now there was no way it was going to be ignored. She cursed the scout for caring about her enough to talk to her.
::I told the team everything, Bee. That wasn't Cliffjumper. At least, it wasn't anymore. It was just some...thing trying to be Cliff. I didn't lie when I said that.:: She hoped he would stopped at that. 'No, you don't.' a voice spoke in her processor. 'You want to tell him everything. He's the only bot that cares enough to ask!' 'Shut up!' she screamed at the voice. Why was she arguing with herself right now?
::I know that wasn't all, Arcee. Tell me the truth.:: She half expected him to also text ::I know you too well for that.:: but it seemed that wasn't going to be sent, but she decided to respond anyway.
::It was some monster, Bee. He was...he looked purple on the inside and was glowing, Bee! And the wounds he had...no bot, no matter how tough, could survive something like that. I don't know why I thought otherwise when I saw him. I was such a fool, thinking for a second that Cliff was still alive.::
::No, you weren't. He was your partner and you had the hope that he was still alive. That's completely understandable. I would've done the same thing for you, or Bulk, or any other member of Team Prime.:: Damn, he was good, but she just didn't think that was true. Believing that she was still in the wrong, she tried to send another answer.
::If I was back at the base when he first requested reinforcements, I could've gotten there and helped him out.:: She texted quickly. :: And we wouldn't be in the predicament we're in now.:: She added after a few decicycles.
::Or, both you and him would be turned into monstrosities and we would be down two team members. We both knew about how Cliff could take punches. He could easily get himself out of a scrap that he found himself into. If he couldn't survive this fight, then a second bot helping him out certainly wouldn't change much.:: The scout was good. He was debunking her what-ifs with truth and, even if she didn't want to admit it, he wasn't wrong. ::But, if we want to start blaming people, I should be the one to blame. I should've been on ground bridge duty but I decided to take a patrol in the Northeast instead, like some fragging moron. So, it wasn't your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's me.:: If she was in robot mode and the scout was in front of him, she would've not just gaped at him, but would've also slapped him for such an idea.
::Bee, don't say that. There was nothing you could've done.::
::Then why do you think otherwise when having yourself in the position?:: Scrap, he got her there. A small, sad chuckle escaped. Despite not being a scientist or psychiatrist, Bumblebee was an expert at making people realize how dumb and hypocritical they sounded sometimes. Still, she just... she broke down immediately, internally sobbing in order to not have Jack and his mother get suspicious of her.
:: I loved him, Bee.:: She confessed somberly.
::I know. It's okay. Let everything out.:: He texted back at her as if he was right there, hugging her and holding her close as she let loose her emotions.
:: After Tailgate... only Cliff and you cared about me enough to talk about it. He was so kind. He...He…:: she couldn't continue.
::Shhhh. It's ok. Let everything out.:: She knew it was her imagination,, but she felt the servo of the black and yellow bot rubbing her back gently in a calming motion as she told him everything. Her feelings for Cliff, how he reciprocate those feelings. How they've been together for vorns and how they made sure one another was safe. Throughout it all, the scout remained silent, taking in all the information like the bot he was.
::Why did he have to go, Bee? Why would Primus be so cruel?:: Arcee asked once she finished her story of her and Cliffjumper. Bumblebee didn't answer. ::Bee?:: Arcee asked once more, desperate for a response.
::Sorry, just thinking.:: The Mech answered immediately. ::I'm not very religious, Arcee, but, I think everything happens for a reason. Cliffjumper might have died too soon and he may have been turned into a freak by the cons.:: Despite it being through text, Arcee could tell he was putting venom behind the word cons. ::But there may have been a reason for that. Fate is a very fickle thing and it's best not it question it. What was may come again. And…:: He trailed off before continuing in another message. ::Cliffjumper and Tailgate will always be with you, in your spark. They would want you to continue living for their sake.:: Bee finished. Arcee calmed herself down and texted a response.
::Thanks.::
::No Problem, Arcee. Remember, if you ever need anything, feel free to ask.::
::Of course.:: She suddenly realized how exhausted she was and at the same time, how calm she was as well. ::I'm going to recharge. G'night Bee.::
::Night Arcee. Have a great recharge.::
::Thanks.:: And with that, Arcee found herself slowly falling into recharge, no longer seeing the freakified Cliffjumper but the normal Cliffjumper, Tailgate, and the other members of Team Prime, all living and all happy. Just before she drifted off, she mentally smiled at what she was seeing and decided that she would have her own talk with Bumblebee tomorrow.
What did you think? Enjoy this little one-shot? Well, get ready. There will be more coming over the next few days. (Yes, I hope to start a BeeCee revolution, fight me) Anyways, see you all later.