WARNING: contains slash and MAJOR Revenge of the Fallen spoilers!!!!! **also, this takes place in the Movie-verse**
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Transformers! Hasbro does!!!! n
It was quiet inside the cockpit of the yellow Autobot, and extremely awkward ever since Sam entered his vehicle form. However, it wasn't so much as the awkwardness itself, as it was the type of awkwardness that bothered Bumblebee.
"Can somebody, please, say something?" The chimero finally voiced. Sam just shook his head.
"There's no way…" Sam—almost incoherently—mumbled. Michaela placed a hand on top of Sam's, stroking the back of it with her thumb, and locked her gaze onto her lover's eyes.
"Sam," The brunette boy shook his head again, "Sam, what happened?" Michaela ushered. After a long, awkward pause, Sam finally looked up and said,
"He's gone….Prime's gone." The screeching sound of burning rubber suddenly screeching to a halt assaulted the teens' ears. The action itself would have sent the two flying out of the vehicle, if not for the magic of seatbelts.
"WHAT!?!" the radio speakers blared at full volume, nearly blowing out the teens' eardrums. After recovering from the blast, Sam repeated,
"Prime's-"
"No…NO!!! NO HE'S NOT GONE!!! HE CAN'T BE GONE!!!" The little 'bot wailed. Sam inhaled deeply.
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It was probably the equivalent time to what the humans called "Three in the morning," and the little Autobot's preceptors were still active (in the sense of physical consciousness, at least). There was a cybertronian word for the feeling that swelled within Bumblebee's spark. The closest way to express the word in human text and pronunciation was Vrichmátska'. It meant: the mourning feeling of the loss of a faithful companion. But, to Bumblebee, Optimus Prime was far more than just a faithful companion. Bumblebee often kept this to himself—in fact Ratchet seemed to be the only one who knew of this—but the fact—the fact that the little 'bot had been denying for decades on end—was that Bumblebee, for so long, had been in love with Optimus. The pain of loosing him was more than the 'bot's spark could bear. He'd loved him. Bumblebee loved Prime with his whole being.
Bumblebee didn't know when he'd—how the humans say—fallen asleep, but when his preceptors had become active (in the sense of consciousness), the first thing he'd heard was Sam's frantic voice.
"Bumblebee!" Bumblebee quickly readied is ion cannon, the way he always did when he heard Sam call his name in that familiar frantic tone. When the boy had finally reached him, he asked, "Hey, Bee, you okay?" Bumblebee cocked his head in confusion.
"Yeah, I am fine." The 'bot let his radio speakers emit.
"Oh," Sam said as Bumblebee converted his ion cannon back into the form of what the humans called his hand, "okay. I just thought that-well I saw this oil…gas? Whatever this stuff is, and I thought that—I dunno—that you had a leak or something y'know?" Bumblebee looked down at the puddle near his feet that would have soon trailed into a stream, had it got any bigger. Bumblebee vaguely remembered silently letting small droplets of energeon trickle from his optics and down his faceplate before blacking out and—as he'd just discovered—fallen asleep that night, but he didn't think that he had dispensed nearly that large of a quantity of—what the humans referred to as—tears.
Bumblebee rubbed the back of his neck, timidly. Sam's brows furrowed into a half frown before they popped into, almost perfect, arcs.
"Oh," Sam said solemnly, "I'm really sorry Bee. Gosh, I thought I was upset." The boy rambled, "I should've known that you'd be more upset than me, you've known him longer. Shoot, he was your frigging leader!"
He was much more to me than that. The little Autobot thought to himself.
"Yeah, probably one of your closest friends, right?" Sam responded.
"OH FRIK! Did I say that out loud!?!" the 'bot's radio blared. One of the human's eyebrows rose.
"Um, yeah, but what's the big deal about that?" Bumblebee's shoulders tensed, his fingers frantically twiddled. His metallic tone, moaned anxiously.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Bee! Are you alright!?" Oh right, Sam didn't know that smoking cheek plates was the equivalent to human blushing. Come to think of it, Bumblebee had never blushed in front of the human, so he didn't know that when Bumblebee blushed, he BLUSHED!
Another curly-haired brunette Earth boy peeked from behind the safety of a barley-standing wall corner, in response to the sudden smoke sighting, then raised an eyebrow at the sight of the still functioning robot turning out to be the source of said smoke.
"Dude," Leo hissed to Sam across the old warehouse ruins, "I think you broke him."
"Naw," Leo nearly fell backwards when he'd realized that the transformed red 2007 New York Trax had just creeped behind him, "Bee's just blushin' cuz y'all just found out about his 'secret' crush." smirked, using air quotes to emphasize the term "secret." At that Bumblebee gave the smaller 'bot a death glare so furious, his baby blue optics nearly turned blood red.
"Wait, Bumblebee." Sam cut in before Bumblebee would become angered enough to resort to expressing said anger through violent precautions. "So, y…you liked Optimus? Like really, really liked Optimus?" Bumblebee's already smoking cheek plates began to turn red from the excessive burning behind them. To hide the shame in having his heavily guarded secret revealed so easily (and by an idiot, at that), Bumblebee's face shield quickly slid itself over his face, as he curtly turned his back to the other four boys.
Bumblebee instinctively waited for the firm, but comforting, hands of his leader to gently grip his shoulders, and for the deep, but compassionate voice to softly comfort him with the most simplest, but powerful advice. But as the painful memory of Sam's calamitous news mercilessly stabbed at his spark and thrashed at the remaining parts of his body, the feeling of Vrichmátska' overcame his entire being. A silent hiss sounded as tears silently gushed down the Autobot's face and over his overheated cheek plates.
"You stupid son of a monkey wrench! Look what you did!" the green 2007 new York Beat yelled slapping his twin brother upside the head, and gesturing towards the pouting bot.
"What? You were thinkin' it, too!" Mudflap retorted.
"Yeah, but I didn't go out 'n say it!" Skids rejoined.
"Guys c'mon! Arguing isn't ganna get us anywhere!" Sam attempted to intervene, but the twins continued to argue incoherently. While the two bots and Sam continued bickering (with Leo all the while mindlessly gawking at the unprogressive argument that took place before his eyes; his head zipping from the two 'bots to the brunette earth boy) Mikaela surreptitiously slipped by the bickering boys.
"Hey." She said, when approaching Bumblebee. His face shield shyly lifted to reveal his face plate, to give proper eye-to-optic contact, in response. "C'mere." Mikaela spread her arms out as if to beckon him into a comforting embrace. Bumblebee knew that if he put too much emotion into one embrace with a human, such as Mikaela, he would probably crush her. But he also knew that Mikaela probably knew that risk, and was beckoning to him out of the kindness and compassion of her heart, anyway. Plus, about now, any form of comfort was doable. Bumblebee leaned forward enough so that his head was nearest the female's form. At that she stepped forward so that she was able to wrap her slim arms around maybe half of his neck, as Bumblebee placed one hand on the back side of Mikaela's form, to donate his half of the comforting embrace. As the comfort of the embrace sunk in, Bumblebee let out a silenced, pained metallic wail, but made sure to hold back the tears that threatened to flow out of his baby blue optics, so that he wouldn't drown her.
"Shh. It's okay." The brunette female cooed. "Everything'll be okay." Bumblebee knew the words not to be true, but he let the human girl comfort him in whatever way she could.
This was originally posted on my Deviantart account, but I wanted to try posting it here to see if is would detect the different usage of font that I used for Bumblebee's dialogue (I used different fonts to represent Bumblebee's switching to different radio station)....It didn't TT__TT I was really disappointed, cuz I felt like the differing fonts added more of an emotional effect on Bumblebee's dialogue. Oh well. Btw, this is only supposed to be a oneshot, but I might add another chapter that shows how Bumblebee first realizes his feelings for Optimus (all the while giving an explanation as to why Bumblebee thought that--up until Mudflap said otherwise--Ratchet seemed to be the only one to know about them), but I dunno yet.
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