A/N: This is a rewritten version of my older fic of a different name, that goes by Please, Let Him Go Back. Takes place between the 2007 movie line and the 2009 ROTF, don't know if this is considered as an AU. For those who are familiar with the story, please don't hesitate to tell me if this is better. For those who are not, I hope you enjoy this story.
Some characters are taken from the G1 continuity, but will major in the 2007 movie version.
Pairings: [romance will come way later in the story] Bee/Jazz and many other minor ones.
It was in the middle of the night when Bumblebee's tanks gurgled restlessly. He hadn't consumed energon properly for the past few days, and it was really affecting his whole system. He sighed at this, after 2 weeks of searching and recruiting the few Autobots that has just landed, he had came back from Europe via aircraft carrier, and since then he has been feeling this thing the humans called 'jet lag'. His processor works more actively in the nighttime than the daylight and his fuel tanks aren't filled as regularly as it should have been. For that he got clumsier with his duty and groggy with his thinking, he was relieved of his responsibility from being Sam's guardian. Temporarily of course.
But Bumblebee wasn't pleased.
At all.
The yellow Camaro could only restore his current state to normal and then he would be able to do his normal task. This includes plenty of wake up calls in the day and many sleeping injections in the night. But doing so is easier if human, but if you're a giant alien robot…
And with this famish state of mind, he wasn't about to keep track of the schedule.
With a grunt he lift himself up from his berth and started to make his way to the medical bay, where the energon supply is located and watched by a fairly large and dangerous medic. The huge, dark and silent hall of their base is uncomfortable to him, he's starting to think watching horror films on Friday nights isn't such a good idea anymore. He isn't superstitious, but he couldn't help but find the human concept of a blood sucking dead looking person that turns to a creepy creature very disturbing.
And it has night vision goggles too.
He gave a slight shiver. The more he thinks of it, the more panic he gets. The more he panics, the more he's getting delusional. And the more he gets delusional, the more fear penetrates his mind, and the cycle continues. Turning on his headlights doesn't help much for he played thriller games with the same point of view he is in now.
'Just a few more meters, just a few more meters, just a few more meters.' He thought over and over again.
'Primus why does this place have to be so dark, why does cannibalism have to be real, why the pit did Sam watch those films?'
More thoughts, more panicking.
'Just a few more meters, just a few more meters, just a few more meters, just a few more meters'
He repeated the thought like a mantra, trying his hardest to convince himself that he would be safe in just a matter of moments. However, his attempts were futile as he started to feel unseen eyes stalking him.
He finally snapped to his imagination and ran.
And boy did he run. Calculations have stated that his speed reached about 86.4 km/h. But to his dismay he crashed into the door of the med bay (haha rhymes). Fact is, he ran a 20-meter dash instead of the 100 meters in his mind.
The door slid open with a flat-faced Camaro dazed from the impact, and a very piqued Ratchet, whose glare can probably choke anyone to death, peering at him.
"So polite of you to knock Bumblebee." Ratchet dryly, annoyed from being disturbed, but oddly, he does not look sleepy at all.
"Now what is it that you want now?"
Bumblebee laughed faintly and said something so soft the medic strained his receptors to catch it.
"What?"
He said it again, but ends up in gibberish.
"Say it again but louder." He said irritated.
And again still more gibberish.
"Primus damn it, SPEAK UP BOY!" Ratchet practically screamed.
"I SAID I NEED ENERGON FOR MY FUEL TANK, SIR!"
Bumblebee had straightened out of fear of the medic's tone and screamed it just as loud.
There was an awkward silence between them. From what though, they're not really sure what.
"No." The medic finally spoke.
"Whaat?"
"If you eat now you'll get energize and won't be sleeping until morning comes." He gruffly said and went back to the datapad he was reading.
"Aww Ratch! Can't I just have a little sip? My fuel tanks reeeally needs something." The yellow mech tried reasoning. "'Cause if I don't have some I wouldn't go to sleep anyways 'cause this will keep slagging rumbling!" He said while pointing at his stomach region.
And as if on cue, his abdomen growled rather loudly. Ratchet groaned and rubbed his nasal ridge, he really hates using his processors this late.
"Okay then, why don't you go drink half a ratio and then I'll shoot the sedative on you." The medic sighed.
Bumblebee slightly shivers at the mentioning of the sedative but he nodded.
"Wait here while I get the things. And for the love of Primus, don't slagging touch anything."
With those words Ratchet disappears to the back of the med bay. He wouldn't trust the scout on getting the energon himself. In the meanwhile, Bumblebee crossed his arms and sat sleepily on the medical table beside the wall as he waits for the Hummer. He shuttered his optics off, the fatigue starting to take its toll again. The mech really is tired, but his stomach growled, waking him from his short nap. He cursed slightly to this and leaned unto the wall, unknowingly pressing a few button with his weight.
It was no surprise that he jerked at a monotonous sound of "INCORRECT PASSWORD"
He would have blasted the thing square off the wall if it weren't for the fast reaction of his sensory detector. The almost camouflaged looking console is glaring at him with the silent red beeps of its light. Bumblebee sighed, this must be one of Ratchet's hidden keyboards to a medical drawer, and the medic has so many of those to keep intruding mechs or humans from taking his highly limited medicine stock. Of course, he never really got a good look of them. Bumblebee remembered how a certain red hellion tried to take a peek and ended up getting a very large dent across his forehead… and other sort of injuries…
They needed to make an emergency operation.
He chuckled at the thought, but it disappeared as he recalled a certain topic they discussed, one where he overheard.
-flashback-
Sideswipe is hurt, very, very hurt. His head throbbed, his left optic blind, arms twisted a little, and it hurts so much just thinking about it. At least he is out of serious danger.
No thanks to that slagging medic.
It felt horrible being in the emergency room, lots and lots of cables, needles and screens. So many beeping and ksshing and zzzzzting and blah, all of it is confusing. The Lamborghini groaned at the mere thought of it, even the various utensils make him want to purge his empty tanks.
"Sideswipe."
A voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
It was Ratchet.
Great…
"Oh hey Ratch –twitch-…" The red mech looked over at the Hummer cautiously. He seemed harmless but he kept his guard up. "Is there anything wrong?"
"No," Ratchet made a gesture that looked like he rolled his eyes, "What makes you say that?" Sideswipe relaxed and shrugged. "Well anyways, the results of the diagnosis of your processor came out positive. Your body needs to be out of action for a while though, but other than that you're good to leave the med bay."
"Oh great!" Sideswipe happily exclaimed while jumping out of the bed, which proved to be a bad idea and slumped back on the berth with a groan.
"Hey, hey, take it easy!" Ratchet scolded him with a growl, "You might be fine but you still need to be careful."
The Lamborghini grumbled. "Does it still mean I have to be here?"
"Not necessarily," The medic said while putting the datapad away. "But if you are that careless about the condition of your processor then I suggest you stay for another 24 hour."
.. "Aw hell no. I'm very much capable of taking care of myself."
"Suite yourself then. Don't come crying to me if your central nervous system shuts down." Ratchet said with a shrug. "But I warn you Sideswipe, if I ever see you and your pansy ass back here trying to get in that room again," His optics turned icy and voice low with a growl "I'll make sure you're properly built into a toaster, strapped to a dead carcass, " His fingers dug at a corner of a counter, "and threw to the deepest, darkest –sickest- part of the world, and let you rust till pigs fly." With that he dented the counter's end.
Sideswipe shuddered and optics darkens with slight fear. If he could gulp he'd probably be doing it right now, but his face is kept still and nodded.
"I know, I know, rat on you and there will be a toaster grave. I just hope that you'll be able to finish what you started." He got up slowly and walked towards the exit, before he step outside, he murmured softly "But don't overdo yourself, Primus knows what could happen to everyone if their medic isn't capable on doing his work."
The door slid shut, and the red mech missed the medic's reply.
"I just miss him… so much"
Unknowingly, a certain striped Camaro heard it.
-flashback ends-
Curiosity suddenly poked at him with a stick, a very large one at that.
"Hack it…. Hack it…."
An odd voice purred at him. Bumblebee slightly grimaced.
Who the hell-
"Come on… there's no harm in looking."
The yellow scout is silent for a moment, his tired processor racing. Would this really be a good idea to try and hack the console and see what it would show? Would risking Ratchet's undeniably life-threatening vengeance be worth it? Would doing this unravel something the medic is possibly hiding?
Pffft, of course not, there's nothing but medicines right? No corpse or something… He shook his head roughly, trying to convince himself that there are just medicines. He's just curious on which drawer it would open, that's right, he just wants to know what kind of doohickeys Ratchet actually kept. He gave a slight shiver at the thought of scalpels, needles and saws.
But it still kept incisively poking. Persuading him that it is something different. That this console is the one that will reveal him the… body…
He shook again.
Doing this will definitely risk is arm chopped off, at the least.
But still…
"Hey Bee!" Ratchet called at him from the other room.
He turned around with a zip, almost breaking his neck.
"Y-es?" He cursed silently for stuttering.
"Is it ok if you wait for a little while longer? The energon dispenser isn't working right."
Despite Bumblebee's loud grumble of his stomach, he replied, and with a little too much glee, "Yeah, s'okay. Just take your time. It's not like I'll go anywhere with this stomach." He laughed dryly.
Somehow, in the back of his mind, he heard Ratchet face palming.
And just like that, the scout heeded to the cat of his curiosity and extended his thinner and longer fingers from his bulkier ones and plucked a cable to the port of the console. Huge hordes of data came rushing through his processor, the numbers 1 and 0 coming and going, and he scanned every one of them, searching for the correct figures, typing rapidly on the keyboard. Seconds passed by and it felt like hours for him. A few warning windows popped up to his processor, and before he knew it, his systems numbed.
Bumblebee stifled a yell as the console shocked him with electricity, a 'ting' sound was made, and for a moment he thought that he had made a mistake and accidentally overridden it. He felt his spark fell from its chamber, but the telltale sound of "PASSWORD GRANTED" made him almost literally jump with relief.
Primus knows what would happen to him if Ratchet founds out he overrode the console.
There was a hiss and he snapped his head to the source of the noise. Immediately his optics widen as what he is seeing is not what he is expecting. Instead of the small drawer he presume to come out, the cabinets shifted about and reveals a door, where it leads he rather not know.
But his curiosity purrs at him.
"Go one… you know you want to…"
Its soft velvety like voice tempting him
"Don't you want to know what lies behind it? What secret it has?"
The scout's fingers twitched, doorwings drooping and antennas held high. His optics narrowed, his glossa slipped out of his mouth and licked his lower lip component, processor stirring in unease.
"Come now… I promise it'll be worth it. Or are you just not that interested?"
It hissed at him and his faced turned into a scowl. It's weird, being intimidated with a small voice in his head, like its power over him is more immense than Megatron himself…
Okay so maybe not Megatron but definitely strong to say the least.
With five long strides he reached the door, with a press of a button the door slid open, and with a determined mind in set, he languidly walked towards the darkness. Bumblebee's tanks kept quiet though it churns slightly at his anxiety. As his optics adjusted to the dark environment he was able to make out the objects before him in this… daftly cramped up space.
There's nothing but a small dim light, illuminating something.
Something small, something metallic, something Cybertronian…
Something grey.
Grey?
Grey…
Grey!
Holy fucking slag.
"Bumblebee!"
The thrilling shriek didn't snap him out of his daze, he hardly even felt the hand that pulled him, nor the shouting between two mechs. Everything in the world seems to halt as he stared at the body before him, stunned at this revelation. He heard a voice, small and unfamiliar, he didn't realize it was his own croaking voice.
"Jazz?"