Bumblebee sighed to himself, optics half shuttered as he gazed up at the ceiling of his room. He was splayed out across his berth every which way, limbs seemingly everywhere at once. His ceiling wasn't very exciting -in fact, it was probably the only part of the room that had escaped being coated in posters of race cars (and one if an organic bumblebee, Sari thought it was cute).

The ceiling was completely devoid of distractions, which was exactly what Bee needed at the moment so that he could think, and not about those race cars (no matter how cool they were). He needed to think about himself, and more importantly, the feelings he had for another member of his team –Prowl, of all 'bots- that kept assaulting his processor -his spark. Feelings that just refused to go away no matter how much he tried to distract himself with endless rounds of video games with Sari. And so, the yellow mech had holed himself up in his room, and would not allow himself to leave until he came to some sort of conclusion.

A conclusion would be a long time coming, he admitted grudgingly, as he just wasn't that fond of thinking. It wasn't that he didn't do it, he just preferred throwing himself into situations headfirst and trusting his wheels to get him out of there fast enough should the whole thing go to slag.

Clearly, his wheels were not going to help him here.

Sighing, the autobot tried to sort his jumbled thoughts into some semblance of order.

One, he couldn't seem to keep his optics off the black and gold mech. He didn't think Prowl had seen him staring, but you never could tell with ninjabots.

Two, Prowl actually seemed to be paying more attention to him as of late. Of course, that might just be due to his sudden heightened awareness of his fellow autobot. Or Prowl might have noticed Bee paying more attention to him, which in turn caused Prowl to keep an optic on him, wondering what was up. This line of thought was getting very complicated very quickly, Bee could lay here for cycles second guessing himself, so, with a slight snarl of his vocalizer, he abandoned it, turning his attention to the next thought that flitted across his processor.

Three, Prowl had a really nice aft.

Bumblebee blinked, startled by his own thoughts, before turning the idea over in his CPU. He actually quite enjoyed watching Prowl train. The black and gold mech moved like water, each twist and turn effortlessly flowing into the next. The sunlight glinted off Prowl's plating in such a way as to be almost hypnotic. If he watched closely, he could see the play of wires and cables as they flexed and shifted with each of the cyberninja's strong, graceful movements. He'd caught himself quite a few times wanting to reach out and stroke those wires, to relish the feel of them shifting under his servos.

Four, Bee liked getting Prowl riled up. He loved the flashes of emotion that flitted over the normally stoic mech's face. That normally meant pissing him off, which came quite easily to the young mech. He just had to be as loud and obnoxious as possible, and Prowl would come stomping out of his room, faceplate ablaze with annoyance and frustration.

On the rare occasions when the ninjabot complimented him he could feel his spark going haywire in its chamber. He had to refrain himself from jumping up and down, squealing like a femme, and just making a general fool of himself.

He loved getting strong reactions out of Prowl. Loved it when the cyberninja noticed him. Loved just being around the other 'bot.

Wait.

Loved?

Bumblebee felt his faceplate heat. He couldn't be in love with the cyberninja, could he?

No, of course not. That was a ridiculous notion. Prowl was stoic, finicky, organic-obsessive, and nothing like Bumblebee.

Something the humans always said about opposites attracting rose in his processor unbidden. He shoved it away with a slight flush of his faceplates.

Prowl was all about quiet, stillness, and whatever other things hippie ninja nature obsessed 'bots were supposed to be. He was grace, precision, sharpness, beauty.

...

Well slag.

Could he really be in love with the mech?

Bumblebee remembered one time Sari had come over to the base and absolutely gushed about some guy she'd meet somewhere. Bee offlined his optics as he realized just how much he was sounding like the techno organic had that solar cycle. He had teased Sari mercilessly about her little crush, and due to his constant prodding she'd finally worked up the courage to talk to the boy. They were now happily dating. Shouldn't he take his own advice? Do something about these feelings, instead of just lying on his berth dissecting them?

Bee was nothing if not a 'bot of action, doing nothing just didn't work for him. Ratchet had made his try it once, and that had been the worst groon of his life. With a slight huff he rolled off his berth and stomped his way out of his room.

He was going to talk to Prowl.

Talking to Prowl was proving to be a lot harder than it had any real right to. Bumblebee couldn't even find the cyberninja. He wasn't in his room, which could probably be attributed to the fact that Bulkhead was in there, painting a picture of that tree of his. Despite the big mech's best intentions, he was not the most quiet of 'bots, Prowl had probably left to get away from any noise he was making. Which meant he probably wasn't in the base at all, as the cycberninja's room tended to be the quietest place in the building. Bee sighed, rubbing his helm as he entered the main room of the base.

"Hey boss 'bot." He greeted Optimus Prime, who was seated watching the monitors, "Have you seen Prowl?"

Optimus frowned slightly at the monitors, "He left base a while ago, muttering something about needing peace and quiet to think. I don't know where he went." The Prime shuttered his optics once, then turned fully to face Bee, "You aren't planning on bothering him, are you?"

Bee let out a nervous laugh, "No, I just wanted to talk to him about something."

Optimus shrugged, "Sorry, then."

"I'll just look for him myself." Bee grinned, "How hard can it be?"

Very hard, apparently. The first place Bee looked had been Dinobot Island, which had been difficult enough to get to. He'd drove all over the island but all he'd found was three dinobots who wanted to scrap him for invading their territory, or something along those lines. Bumblebee had stopped listening after the first fire blast. The minibot had made his way back to the main land and, with no better ideas, just drove around the city. He knew he could just comm. Prowl but he really didn't want to. The ninjabot would probably just ignore him, and even if he did answer, he wasn't likely to give up his location.

The sky was staring to darken, and Bee was about ready to head home when he drove by a small woods. With a sigh he turned off to the edge of the forest and shifted to robot mode. Prowl liked forests for whatever reason, he might as well check this one out.

Birds twittered every once and a while as the minibot moved through the woods. Branches that scraped at his chassis were roughly shoved aside as he wandered along, grumbling. He fell silent when he heard a familiar voice.

"And your family. Your life is so simple."

Bee ducked behind a few large bushes, peering through their branches. A small clearing was spread out in front of him with Prowl seated neatly in the centre. He was holding his servo up to his shoulder for some reason.

"And you have no idea what I'm saying, do you?"

Wait, there was a small bird perched on the cyberninja's shoulder. Was he…

"Thank you for listening to me, friend."

Yes, he was talking to the bird. Bumblebee snickered.

Prowl head snapped up, startling the bird into flight.

"Bumblebee, what are you doing?"

Slag. Bee emerged from the bushes, laughing nervously. Well, he'd wanted to find Prowl and he had. Now he just needed to talk to him.