Title: CLICK

Summary: The sound of Bumblebee's crumbling resolve.

Notes: Because Beestorm is possibly the best smushname in existence.

This is part of a series of fics I'm writing with a friend. But this should work just fine on its own. Just as a note, this is a sort of bizarre AU world.

Disclaimer: Not mine

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Bee stood in shock, servo pressed to his mouth, because there was no way that had just happened.

"Ratchet!" he screamed, turning to find the medic, "Help, I've hit my head and got massive processor damage!"

Ratchet eyed him cautiously. "I didn't see you take any hits to the head recently."

"No, but, I, I just do!" he screeched, panicking. "Because I just hallucinated one of the Seekers kissing me!"

Sari scoffs at him, "No, that actually happened. It was kind of happening right in front of us."

He shakes his head frantically, "No way! Why would he do that?"

Ratchet hits him in the back of his head, a solid smack, "If you had a processor in that head, you'd realize he'd been flirting with you for the last half stellar cycle."

Bee bounces on his feet with nervous energy, "No, I recognize flirting. Shockwave hits on me all the time, so I'd know if that orange Seeker had been flirting, Ratchet. He shakes his head, No, I've, we've all been hit with some kind of virus. He perks up. Yeah, this is clearly like that virtual reality that Soundwave made, and I'm just imagining it."

He offlines his optics, trying to think himself out of this nightmare.

Prowl raises his optic ridge, "Shockwave's flirting, if you can call it that, could very easily be compared to atomic weaponry. No wonder Sunstorm stepped up his pacing because of this."

Bee online his optics to glare at Prowl. His friend, betraying him by not admitting the entire thing was a crazy hallucination. "Look, if you bots aren't willing to admit we're all trapped in some horrible virtual Pit, then I'm going to leave you here. And laugh at you when I get back to reality."

Sari pinches herself, and smiles at him. "Looks like it's real to me, Bee. You just get to deal with the seeker wanting to jump your bones."

He glares at her, "I don't have any bones."

She rolls her eyes and flaps a hand at him, "Figure of speech, Bee." She just about to say something else, only to get cut off by Bee. "Look! Don't we have a... a... a injured bot in the base?"

Sari gives him an intent look, knowing exactly what he's trying to do. "Yeah, and Red Alert's the best one we've got for wing repairs. I'm pretty sure you won't be able to offer any help."

"Ratchet," Bee grasps at whatever straws he can, "he should be helping, right? Since he won't help me with my hallucinations."

"No way, kid. Red Alert is way too overzealous about this sort of thing for me to be any help." Ratchet ignores Bee's desperate looks, "It isn't my fault you're thicker than a box of hammers, and not half as smart."

Sari pats Bee on the shoulder, "Look at the bright side! You no longer think that only Shockwave wants to date you."

Bee crosses his arms over his chest protectively. "I don't think 'date' is the right word for what Shockwave wanted to do with me, Sari."

"But Sunstorm does! Look at how your options open up just by paying attention!"

"Look, I dunno if you've been paying attention, but he's a fragging Decepticon!" Bee shouts, waving his arms wildly.

Sari grins at him, "Well, so is Skywarp, but he's currently in our medical bay having his wing fixed."

Prowl joins in with a smirk of his own, "As you so helpfully pointed out earlier, even."

Bee looks at them both, betrayed to his very spark. "I can't believe you're happy that a Seeker is hunting me. I don't want to end up on the moon."

Sari rolls her eyes, "If you were going to end up on the moon, that would have happened already. Suckup has had tons of opportunities."

"Name one!"

"I can do better than that. Remember last month when he picked you up and dropped you next to the lake? How about when you were pretty much ambushed by the seekers while you were out racing? Or what about the time he practically stole you out of Shockwave's claws?"

"Okay, so he's had a couple of chances, big deal. Maybe he's just trying to soften me up first, so I won't stab him in the spark during his recharge."

Sari grins, "Good luck with that, Bee. They're pretty much immortal."

Bumblebee moans unhappily, realizing he isn't going to win this right now, and everyone finally heads inside.

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Bee wakes up to a light tapping at his window. That really doesn't make much sense, since it is so much simpler just to knock on the door. He sits up muzzily, and walks to the window, opening his drapes.

He immediately shrieks--in a way he'll deny later--and closes the curtains. There was a Seeker outside his window!

The tapping comes again, and he cautiously opens the curtains. The Seeker is still there, smiling brilliantly at him, miming him opening the window. Oh, that is so not going to happen.

He shuts the drapes, slower than before, and goes to hide under his berth. He doesn't want to know why it is him the crazy seeker wants. All he wants is for him to go away.

The tapping continues on and off for nearly a megacycle, before it stops and Bee can fall into recharge again.

When he cycles online in the morning, he opens his curtain, expecting to find empty air or an enraged and insane Seeker. Instead, he finds a bouquet of yellow flowers wrapped up with a yellow ribbon.

He's just about to throw it away when Sari shows up. She looks at it in amazement, "Bee, look how many flowers there are in this. He must have spent all day and night picking them to get so many."

"I don't want any flowers from the crazy seeker, Sari!"

She waves him off, "Let's put these in water. I mean, look at this, there's a lot of different species, but they're all yellow. I know how crazy you guys are for matching the colors on the bot you like."

"I don't want to have to look at them, Sari. They're from a Decepticon."

Sari ignores him, as she usually does, and manages to put the flowers next to Bee's game consoles. So he ends up staring at them every time he hits a loading screen, trying to figure out why the crazy Seeker was doing this to him. At least Shockwave had an explanation.

He was a fragging minibot collecting pervert.

Sunstorm, on the other hand, was a mystery to Bee.

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It has gotten to the point that Bee has learned to ignore the tapping on his window, and never looking at any gifts the Decepticon left. That didn't stop Sari, Prowl, Arcee, or any number of other Autobots from taking them in for him, despite him telling them not to. In fact, he's fairly certain they take that as encouragement.

He tried hiding in Bulkhead's room, but that wasn't very successful. The slagging seeker would figure it out somehow, and Bulkhead had almost let Sunstorm in.

That was unacceptable.

The yellow things (as most of the gifts from the Seeker are yellow) end up in piles in his room. Bee then throws them all out, but they always find their way back. He was afraid they were doing it on their own until he stumbled across Sari and Bulkhead carrying the gifts back to his quarters.

He'd raged at them, and Sari had patted his head and told him he was a 'very stupid boy.' Fragging Sari.

And now there are Decepticons all over the base. He keeps being told they're perfectly harmless, and are just making sure that Skywarp is healing correctly, but Bee knows they're just trying to get on their good sides before doing something awful. Slipstream can't just be sitting on the couch reading datapads to the Twins.

"Optimus," Bee hisses to his leader, "there are Decepticons on our base. Why?"

Optimus at least has the decency to look just as unsettled as Bee feels. "Yes, well, they're here for their fellow Seeker, Bumblebee. And they've promised to behave."

"But Sunstorm keeps smiling at me, Boss-bot," he whines, because he can't turn around without the orange Seeker behind him anymore.

"Yes, they certainly do seem," Optimus pauses, searching for a word, "friendly." He's looking at Starscream for some reason, which Bee just doesn't get. Starscream never bothers Bee at all.

"But it creeps me out!" He just barely manages no to shout it, but he gets his irritation and horror through.

Optimus gives Starscream a nervous look, since the seeker looked up at the sound, but then went back to talking animatedly with Arcee; Bee didn't want to know what those ripping motions from the both of them were about. Optimus puts a servo on his shoulder, "We're trying to forge a lasting alliance here, Bumblebee. Just try to avoid him if you can."

"But everyone but you keeps shoving me closer!"

"I know it seems difficult right now, Bumblebee, but it's important that we don't antagonize them when they try to make gestures of good will."

Bumblebee glares at his leader bot. "You only say that because you don't have a Seeker peeping in your window every night."

Optimus stands there, silent, awkward, and completely unhelpful, so Bee storms away.

He is quickly waylaid by the seeker he was trying to avoid. Backing up, he is quickly trapped on a chair as the seeker pours praise all over him, but he isn't really listening to it. He's so busy trying to find a way to escape, he doesn't even notice as Sunstorm sits on the ground, and puts his head on Bee's lap.

All the minibot could think of how the solar cycle keeps getting worse and worse when Sunstorm runs a claw along the inside of his thigh.

Bee squeaks and tries to push the claw away, but all he manages is to shift it down a bit, to transformation seams that are even more sensitive. He looks beseechingly at every passing bot, but most just glare at him and walk away. Even the much more sensible, kind, Slipstream just smiles at him and goes back to petting Jetfire and Jetstorm's helmets.

Frag, why is he being stalked by the orange one? He'd rather have Slipstream interested, because at least she wouldn't be molesting him in public.

He almost kicks Sunstorm when the seeker nuzzles into his stomach. He really would have if he'd had tried that a bit higher up, but it seems like Sunstorm isn't that stupid. Bee tries to shove him off again, but somehow ends up in the Seeker's lap... while still in the chair. He doesn't want to talk about it.

Bee can't escape until a megacycle or so later, when the Seekers finally decide to fragging leave. And he ends up kissed again, and he refuses to admit that he made any sort of pathetic noises or that he may have clung to the Seeker during the kiss. Because none of that happened. Sari's photographic evidence is clearly forged.

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He didn't even come out of his room the next solar cycle the seekers showed up. The stalking seeker sat on the floor just outside the door and crooned his praises, but that was nothing turning up the volume of his video game couldn't fix.

So when there was a knock on his door, he ignored it. Until he heard Sari angrily cursing at him, that is. Opening it cautiously, he's then bowled over by the over enthusiastic seeker, and glaring angrily at Sari as she laughs at him.

"Traitor", he hisses at her from the inescapable grasp of the Seeker.

Sari just smirks, turning and leaving as if she finds nothing at all wrong with leaving Bee alone in his room, trapped with a Seeker who keeps touching him in increasingly inappropriate ways. Bee wiggles so he can face the Seeker.

"Look, Sunstorm, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested. At all."

Sunstorm nuzzles him affectionately, then kisses him, and Bee finds himself melting against the other mech, making a noise that he will absolutely deny was a mewl.

When he unpins himself from under the seeker, a move he insists did not involve wiggling, clutching, having his neck licked as he panted encouragements, and in fact not being unpinned at all; Bee asks, "Why me?"

Sunstorm looks at him for a few seconds, claws gently ghosting along a chestplate only to be pushed away, and says, "You're yellow." Just before trying to kiss him again.

Bee turned his head away, because one humiliatingly eager response was enough for this solar cycle. "Sari is yellow too, and I don't see you revving your engine over her. There are at least three other yellow elite guard bots on the base."

Sunstorm kisses one of Bee's horns. "They're not the stunning shade that you are."

"Still! That's not really the best reason to go after me! You're a de-," Bee gets cut off by Sunstorm starting to lick the horn, losing his train of thought.

"Devilishly handsome? Not half as much as you."

Bee shudders when his horn gets licked a second time, "No. You're a slagging Decepticon. And I'm an Autobot. It's not gonna work out."

Sunstorm pauses, thinks it over, smiles at him. "It's worked out just fine for Scatterstar and Skywarp."

"I don't think they really co-UNT," Bee squirms away from Sunstorm's inquisitive claws playing with transformation seams. "Stop that!"

"You can touch me, your servos are so much tinier and delicate then mine, you know." Sunstrom takes the minibot's servos in his own, kissing them. "And we can be as happy as them. Happier, even. I won't kidnap you or make you take care of me." He tilts his head, a smile on his face, "Unless you want me to?"

Oh, Primus, Sunstorm is planning on kidnapping him, probably the astrosecond he realizes that Bee is serious about getting him to stop and leave him alone. Bee forces a smile and pats the Seeker's cockpit once. "No, I'm much, much happier here, with my friends, and you know, not stranded on the moon with no way off."

Sunstorm's expression doesn't dim in the least, "That's what I thought! But it is always better to make sure!"

Bee chuckles uneasily, and tries to extract himself from Sunstorm's grip, only to be kissed on the forehead, and slowly working up to his horns, interspersed with tiny little licks. When he comes back to his senses from that, he does actually get out of the Seeker's arms, still not sure how he got drawn into another makeout session. "I think... uh... I think we should take a break from each other."

Sunstorm starts to reach for Bee's horn's to change his mind, but the minibot dodges him handily, "Not for a really long time! Like, uh, for getting to know each other. That sort of break."

The seeker gives him a confused look, "That's... not how you get to know each other."

"Oh, it totally is, I swear," Bee promises. "And the further apart we are, the better we'll know each other. You can ask anyone, and they'll tell you that. He pauses, But you shouldn't. Ask them, that is. Because we should trust each other to be honest."

Sunstorm frowns at him, "Then why are you lying to me?"

Bee vaguely wonders why the seeker looks like he's studying him like something he should take apart, and replies, "I'm... not?"

Sunstorm sighs sadly, looking at the floor, "You don't like me."

The seeker looks so depressed Bee feels like he has to try and cheer him up, "No, it's not that I don't like you, it's just, he stumbles over his words, you're a Decepticon. And I don't . . . date Decepticons."

Sunstorm pets Bee's helmet, "You're a noble Autobot, my Bumblebee. If you like me, our love will prevail."

"Love?" Bee chokes.

Sunstorm blinks at him, "I like you. So if you like me, it will turn into love. That's how these things work, is it not?"

Bee feels like he's losing an argument he didn't realize he was having. "Yes, I mean, no, I, he flails his arms around, wheels spinning. He finally settles on, I barely even know you. We don't spend enough time together to know each other well enough for you to be doing all of this."

Sunstorm smiles brilliantly, "So I'll pick you up for our first date two solar cycles from now?"

"What first date?" Bee starts to back up, but hits a wall.

"The one we're going to go on to get to know each other!" Sunstorm says brightly before kissing the minibot and taking off.

Bee can't help but feel like he was manipulated into this, and it isn't helped when Sari pokes her head in to congratulate him.

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Tash and I love knowing what people think. I'll be uploading a chapter a day for this until it is finished. The whole fic is done. I just need to edit it so it works on here.