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Plot: There might be one..I don't really know where I'm going with this, but it will be epic nonetheless. I don't like Bee being mean to Sam. It kills me inside so I'm forcing t his idea out of my brain. Next chapter is already about halfway done.
Flash back
A few years ago the government decided that since the Autobots were staying, they were going to need a permanent residence. They built each of them "houses"—a safe place to recharge and do their thing in privacy. Of course these houses were HUGE, but Sam and Mikaela enjoyed visiting their friends frequently. The government would also deliver the Autobots anything they required (Or wanted) in their size. Sam remembered when Prime ordered a giant X-box after watching the human play his and it was the biggest X-box he had ever seen…about the size of his entire living room. Let's not even talk about the size of the TV he had had delivered. Bee had been ordering giant bottles of alcohol and drinking them every evening and since Sam was always at his house..
Last night was the first time that he had ever hit him. The impact slammed the human into a brick wall but he managed to walk away with nothing but some serious bruises and a broke a bone in his hand, which happened when he landed on it wrong. Bee was unstable; he didn't know what he was doing… Sam kept telling himself that, but he knew that his drinking problem was getting worse and that telling Optimus Prime so would really help Bee's addiction.
"Wow, Bee, what have you ordered this time?" Sam eagerly looked at the…huge brown cardboard box. It was much bigger than Sam but his guardian picked it up with ease.
Bumblebee didn't quite know how to explain this to the human "It's nothing" He brushed the question off. Sam's eyes narrowed at his response. "C'mon, you know you can tell me anything". That really made Bee consider telling him what was going on. I suppose I should tell him..he'll probably find out anyway. I can never keep anything from him, even if I wanted to. Bee hesitated, trying to think of how to tell him.
"I know you're not going to be too happy about this, Sam, but the cardboard box contains a giant bottle of alcohol. Strong alcohol." He looked down to face Sam. He looked like he didn't know what to say: whether he should lecture him or not…
"Who's it for?" Sam asked, oblivious. "It's…for me", Bee answered, giving the human some time for his brain to take all of this in. He knew it would be a complete shock to him—no to mention he'll be surprised to know that robots could even consume alcohol. In fact, the substance alcohol had become illegal back on his planet a few hundred years ago for the effects it had on Cybertronians. It made them horribly unstable, and Bumblebee had always waited for Sam to leave after his nighttime visits before drinking any of it.
I was utterly shocked to hear this coming from my own guardian. Why would he want to drink all of his problems away?? I knew he was going through a tough time, but this? Sam's eyes were wide as he took all of this in. I didn't even know they could DRINK alcohol! The yellow Autobot noticed his confused expression and sighed, while taking a transformer-sized box cutter and opened the brown box. "Sam, you don't understand. I've become addicted. I need this," He sounded serious as he said this and Sam became really really angry.
"How long have you been doing this, Bee?" the human demanded. He can't have been doing it very long, Sam thought. Or else he wouldn't just now be telling me… There were no secrets between the two. "Every night.." his best friend admitted "..for the past few days".
" That is bullshit, you don't need to drink and get fucking smashed every night to deal with your problems." Sam's voice was raised. "The entire world has problems, you're not the only one, and there are other ways to deal with this!" This is stupid, we shouldn't even be having this conversation because he should know better!
Remain calm, Bee told himself. He just doesn't understand, for he's never been addicted to anything before. He was beginning to get pretty ticked off at Sam for not allowing him to explain why he just NEEDED alcohol in his system every night. Why it's his only escape from the pain from losing his legs. It still hurt a lot even though they were fixed now, but drinking made the pain somewhat bearable and it was something to look forward to. The robot just turned away from the human and ignored him, opening the bottle. Not the best way to make him understand.
"Don't ignore me, Bee! I'm trying to talk to you!" Shouted Sam, his arms in the air. He should know better than this! My best friend is acting like a child. Well, whatever. "If you're going to act this way, then I'm leaving. I'm not going to watch while you do this to yourself" He stormed out of the door dramatically (A little door had been installed in all of the Autobot's houses so humans could enter and exit). Bee didn't try to stop him and for that, the human was a little disappointed. It's for the best, Bumblebee thought. That he leaves..I don't want to expose him to anything like this. He hated himself for doing this to his best friend but made no attempt to stop him nonetheless.
I guess I'm stuck walking. Stupid Bee…Sam fumed silently to himself while he walked home in the darkness. When he got home he was exhausted from walking so far that right when his head hit the pillow he was out. A few hours later he woke up and was unable to fall asleep again.
He felt guilty for leaving his friend. I was mad, that's all.Sam consoled himself. It was about 1 in the morning, but he decided to walk back to Bee's house and talk to him. Talking some sense into Bumblebee would be much easier now that Sam had calmed down a bit. In his head he put up a persuasive argument to convince him to stop drinking. There are other ways to escape the pain, Bee. Let's just tell Optimus that your legs are still hurting and we'll find a better solution to this. You won't have to drink anymore and everything will be okay. I knew that it would take a lot more than this to sway him, but he's my best friend and I love him, and I will not watch on the sidelines while he does this to himself. Sam's determination didn't waver as he ringed the doorbell of Bee's house. No answer. Maybe he's asleep? Sam wondered to himself. It's not locked so.. He pushed open the little door built for humans and stepped in the house. The place was reeking of the smell of alcohol. "Bee?" Sam called. "Are you here, buddy?" A ruckus was coming from the other room so he spent a few minutes crossing this room to get to the next. (Yes, the house is that big…and it's painted yellow).
Once he got into the room he spotted Bumblebee, whom was sitting on the ground with a bottle in his metal hand looking extremely intoxicated. His optics were drooping and the human was surprised he still had a grip on the bottle. He was also surprised to see that his best friend looked as if he was going to fall backwards and pass out. Sam was instantly concerned and when concerned, he tended to act like his mother. "BEE! Oh my God, are you okay?!" He cried in panic, rushing to his friend. This is all my fault, I shouldn't have left him alone. What kind of friend am I? He stopped in his tracks for Bee had gotten up and the look the human was receiving from the Autobot was a murderous glare. His optics are red Sam realized in horror.
"Get out of the way" Bumblebee commanded his voice layered with venom. He was seeing in all red, his mouth had a bitter taste of metal in it, and his breath smelled horrible. He took a step towards Sam and the human began to realize the trouble he was in. He's not himself. What is with his eyes?
"Bumblebee, what HAPPENED to you?" Sam questioned accusingly, taking a few steps backwards from the yellow Autobot.
There he is. The reason my legs hurt so much, Bee's emotions were dangerously unstable. He was suddenly very angry. Calm down, this is Sam. You cannot allow yourself to lose control around him; he's much too fragile. But it was too late. Bee's anger had unleashed itself.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU PATHETIC HUMAN"
Sam was shocked. Beyond shocked, he could hardly believe what he had just heard. And did he just call him a 'pathetic human'? Only Megatron had ever called him that. Oh yeah, and all of the other Decepticons but Bumblebee was nothing like either of them.
YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I SUFFER THE PAIN IN MY LEGS!" His voice seemed to fill the entire room.
"Bee?" Sam squeaked nervously. Okay, definitely not himself. This was the first time the human had ever been afraid of his guardian since their very first encounter (In the 2007 movie. Great movie, by the way)
Bee had paused for a second but he wasn't pausing now.He saw it coming before it even happened, but his human reflexes weren't enough to get him out of Bee's range. Bumblebee ran towards him, bent over to reach him, and punched him using all of the force in his huge metal arm sending the human flying across the room straight into the brick wall. Sam cried out in pain at the impact of the wall hit him like a…well, a brick wall, and he instantly blacked out.
When Sam woke up the first thing he noticed when he came to his senses was that everything hurt. Really HURT. Especially his right arm….the second thing he noticed was that he was in a huge bed. Bee's bed, Sam realized. The memory of last night hit him and he became instantly scared. I'm afraid? Of BEE? Did he really do that? No…I can't believe it. My Bee would never hurt me. But there was no other explanation to the pain he was feeling now. He sat up. There was a taste of blood in his mouth, and he wiped some of the blood from his chin using his sleeve of his left arm; he didn't dare try to move his right arm until a doctor or Ratchet had a look at it. Sam's mind was working overtime, trying to process what had happened to him. The sunshine coming in from the big window in the room reminded him what time of day it was. It must be the next day. Maybe mid afternoon? He guessed. His brain was working overtime trying to connect to what happened last night to his injuries. He was startled when Bee walked into the room, accompanied by Ratchet. The yellow Autobot could hardly bear to look at his charge, and would have stared at the floor, but Sam was in the way. Neither of them spoke. Ratchet was all business.
"It would be best for you to not move too much, Sam" He commented gravely, as he ran a few scans over him. The confounded little human still wasn't sure why Ratchet was here and it took him a few short moments to piece it together. Bee must have summoned him. He wisely took Ratchet's advice and laid down back on the bed. His best friend's face was focused on the medic and still wasn't looking on Sam, although I'm sure he could feel the human's stare in disbelief.
"Hmmm, his hand is broken, he has several bruises and possible a cracked rib. He could be experiencing head trauma but his memory should be intact. He's going to need a brace for his hand, but if he's lucky he won't need a full cast" The robotic features on his face were skeptical and it seemed that ever injury he named seemed to be a slap in the face for Bumblebee, as he flinched as each one was named. "What happened to you, Sam? Bumblebee didn't tell me, he just ran to me saying that you were hurt and that it was an emergency."
I wasn't quite how to respond. Bumblebee was obviously sorry for what he had done, and I really really didn't want Ratchet to tell Optimus what happened and have him relieve Bee of the duties to my guardianship. He didn't mean to do it, but I was still pissed at him for drinking. I needed a good excuse…a lie. Think, Sam!
"I, uh…fell off the couch and..yeah..it's pretty big, ya' see.." Stupid, stupid! Fell of the couch???? We never use the couch. So much for being such a good liar, Sam.
Bee wasn't sure what he heard was right. Sam had just covered for him after he did such a horrible thing to him? Fell off the couch? The human was really losing his touch because even he knew Ratchet wasn't going to fall for that for he knew Bumblebee would never allow Sam near the edge of couch, and would have caught him before he fell. Sam's lie was horrible, which told Bee how exhausted he must be, for he was usually such a persuasive person, talking his way out of any trouble he got into. The medic didn't look very convinced, but didn't press it any farther. Ratchet nodded. "I have to go find a brace, but I will return. Bumblebee, make sure Sam doesn't move or sit up while I'm gone. I'm not extremely certain the extent of head damage there might be" Oh nice, Sam scowled. He thinks I have brain damage. How insulting is that?
And then he left. Sam and Bumblebee were alone with each other. What do I do? How should I put this? How do I even…describe the regret I'm feeling for my actions to Sam and even cover the basis of what I'm feeling to him? Bee was taken by surprise when Sam was the one who spoke first.
"Bee…I am so sorry."
Muahahaha, a cliffhanger! I worked really really hard on this chapter so it's probably just a bunch of crap.