The King and the Bee
Chapter one: the iridescent one
Authors Note: So, this is my new fanfiction, The King and the Bee. I hope whoever reads this enjoys. This is my first 'only cannon character fic' and it contains none of my OC's! GASP! It's a miracle! Anyways, I do not care if you don't like slash. I do like it, so that's that. I can write whatever I want and I won't let stupid flamers get to me about it.
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Bumblebee would have much rather been sitting at home base and playing his video games with Sari instead of sitting at a curb, watching as people walked in front of his alternate mode. The small yellow sports car sighed through his vents as he watched the people of Detroit, being happy and cheerful as he was bored, tired and the slightest bit depressed. The sun was still up in the sky, but was nearing the edge of the horizon. Checking his internal clock, he saw it red 5:42. He should be on his way in about fifteen minutes, since his shift came to a close at six.
The Decepticons were still in hiding, and it was obvious they didn't want anything to do with the humans at this point. Instead of watching the humans, the Autobots should have been watching their own backs. Ever since they found out Megatron was back and he kidnapped Professor Sumdac, they were wary, but Bumblebee was not concerned about any human. Well, of course Sari, but not another human crossed his processor. He thought they, the Autobots, should be keeping low, so the Decepticons wouldn't find out where they were at.
Sitting in the open made him feel like a red balloon against yellow ones, a black shirt in a closet of white ones, a white lily among a billion roses. He felt as if he were bait, waiting for a fish to grab and consume him…
He was scaring himself.
And in doing so, he wanted to just go home.
After a moment, he decided he didn't care if he was scolded by Ratchet or Optimus. His engine came to life suddenly and a Holoform appeared in the driver's seat. His holoform was a skinny white boy with golden hair and a few black streaks on his spiked bangs. His eyes were the same, bright shade of blue like when he was in his robotic mode. He wore a dandelion-gold zip up leather jacket with two black stripes crawling up his torso and both arms, the jacket's color matching his hair. He wore slightly baggy denim jeans with black and yellow skater shoes. Underneath his jacket was a black tanktop.
The engine revved alive and startled some of the people that were walking in front of him. Backing up swiftly, he U-turned and sped down the street. He dodged past cars and turned down streets a little faster than necessary. Slowing down as he reached the park, he came to a slow stop underneath a tree. His engine sighed and turned down as he relaxed in the shade that the tree gave him.
He gazed at the tall buildings in the city beyond the forest and the park, watching as the tall buildings' windows shimmered in the sun. In a short while, he would drive home, but for now, he'd just stay where he was, even if he still didn't feel safe. He still felt as if he was being selected, out in the open and uncomfortable, but he took a double-take on having Optimus scold him. He liked his leader too much, and he didn't want him angry at him. Ratchet was mad at him most of the time anyways, so it wasn't new. The yellow mech would just sit here and wait until six o' clock, staring at the landscape.
But he would admit in the future that just sitting there might not have been his best choice, and that he might should have just taken the consequences. But at the time, he didn't know he was being watched.
Hovering above in the sky was a lone, gray helicopter. Its rotators spun silently as it watched the iridescent yellow sports car in the park…just…sitting there. It scanned the little yellow mech, and a picture of him appeared on a screen in his optics. Designation: Bumblebee. Faction: Autobot. Function: Previous Space Bridge Operator. Age: Teenaged. Hmm.
Interesting.
This was one of the Autobots on that ship he'd attempted to take over approximately fifty years ago.
It would be an interesting project. Watching over the little iridescent mech and seeing what his behavior was like was what the helicopter planned to do. He had already observed that the little Autobot was fast, seeing how quickly he had sped from the city to the park was remarkable. If he could get that skill out in the battlefield with a Decepticon marking on his chest plate, Megatron would have the upper hand, and quite possibly defeat this Optimus Prime. A grin came to his faceplate as he continued to gaze at the little mech.
The way the yellow teenager's paint shimmered was attractive, sleek, and yet, he was able to battle and not seem to get a crack in it ever. He was fast, and he could be deadly. A poet would describe him as beautiful as a rose, its steam ready to deceive with its thorns lingering under the leaves and behind the beauty of the petals. But why did Megatron even think like this? He was an Autobot. Care-free. Organic-loving. A goody-two-shoes. But were these just stereotypes?
Of course they were.
In everybody's optics, Decepticons were Menacing, deadly, foul beasts you would imagine hiding in your closet at night. They were violent, unmerciful beings with a long lust of power and destruction. They hated most of any beings, and they lived for terminating planets or ruling them. They followed the power-hungry leader of the Decepticons, Megatron. Proud and big as a lion, but charismatic as a snake, as tricky as a hyena, and could be as sly as a fox.
Most of these things were true, but Autobots rarely saw what kind of other side that Decepticons showed. Behind all of their heavy, spiked armor were somewhat kind sparks. Sure, Megatron didn't show compassion or any sort of love or friendship towards his shoulders, but some sort of kindness lingered in his war-hardened soul. Primus knew he did, but the mech would soon have to show it for someone to actually believe.
Were Autobots just different from the Decepticons? Did they love on the outside, but a sort of hate lingered in their sparks on the inside?
Megatron did not know, but maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to see inside this young Bumblebee's spark and crack the code to what happened to Autobots on the inside.
A soft, devious smile came to his face-plates as he sent a little spider-like creature falling to the ground. It spun and landed on all of its six legs when it met the pavement on the sidewalk. A little camera acted as an eye and Megatron directed it to the little yellow Autobots alternate mode. Silently and as light as air itself, it crawled and nestled itself into one of the gaps in the plating in his back tire. It spun some sort of web inside so it wouldn't fall out.
And it waited for the little mech to move so it could do its mission by surveillance.
Bumblebee yawned, not noticing the little spider-like object crawl in his tire. The sun began to sink slightly further into the horizon and his internal clock read 5:56. Thinking that now was a good time to head back, he slowly backed out of the parking lot and out into the road, calmly swaying through traffic. On his way to his base, he noticed that the park made him feel better. Just gazing at the peaceful land calmed him down and he didn't feel as wary. And not to mention, he'd gotten sleepy so he lazily and smoothly kept to the speed limit until he got to base.
Megatron watched as Bumblebee retired from the spot under the tree with curious optics. At that moment, he realized not only that he'd be able to spy on the little teenager, but also on Optimus Prime's plans if he was planning on attacking the Decepticons. And he could learn the Autobots weaknesses.
He grinned.
This was going to be excellent.
Authors Note: Sorry that this first chapter is so short, it's more of a introduction. I do not own Transformers in any way, shape, or form, and I am not getting any money from them. They belong to Hasbro/Takara/Cartoon Network or whatever.
Also, just for the record, on my other slash story: A big tale too small, I had a comment saying that it was porn. I don't believe a story is porn unless it specifically shows/tells a bot having sex or anything like that. KISSING. IS. NOT. PORN. So please, don't comment about that stuff with me when I'm not describing that stuff. Thanks.
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