A/N I wrote this almost a year ago and just found it. LOL. Please read and review and ask questions for me to answer. PS: Still have NOT seen Transformers Revenge of the Fallen. Please do not spoil.
Also Note: I wrote this before I read what ACTUALLY happened on Cybertron, so this is MY version. No likey? I'm sorry.
A/N I watched Transformers for the first time about a week ago and I'm already obsessed. I wrote this story based on some facts and theories I found out about Bumblebee and his voice. I hope this turns out okay, I'm still getting a hang on the Transformer characters and lingo. Please enjoy!
Scene: Cybertron (Or at least what's left of it). Bumblebee is leading the Autobot forces surrounding a huge dome. The dome is the home of the AllSpark, uncovered after millennia's of search. Prime, Ratchet, and Jazz are already inside, trying to rig some sort of ejection device to the Cube to get it as far from Cybertron as possible. The Decepticons are fighting desperately to break the ranks of the Autobots in order to penetrate the dome and stop Prime, but they haven't succeeded. Yet.
Behind a ruined, Cybertronian tower a small yellow figure crouches. He is battered and weary from orns of battle, but he refuses to give up. Nearby, an Autobot named Blurr provides cover fire from behind a large hunk of metal while Bee tries to coordinate the Autobot forces and care for his wounded companion, Kup.
Things are not going well.
A Voice from Nowhere
Primus take it all! Bumblebee cursed mentally, ducking back behind the scorched framework of the building. Beside him, Kup was fading fast, his optics flickering like the energon leaking through the wound on his chest plating. If they didn't get out of here fast, he might not make it back to Ratchet in time for repairs.
Except, they couldn't leave.
The AllSpark was still here. It was in the building behind him, surrounded by dozens of Autobots, all fighting for their sparks.
No, that's not right…All fighting for the AllSpark. We're fighting for the AllSpark. We're fighting for everyone's lives.
If what Optimus said is true…Bumblebee rolled out from behind the building and took a shot at an advancing Decepticon. We can't let these guys have it.
The Decepticon wailed and collapsed as the blast ripped through to the spark in its chest. Bumblebee didn't pause, rushing back behind the building to Kup's side. Across the way, Blurr shot him a thumbs up before doing the same.
"Stay with me, Kup." He said, firing over his shoulder again. "Come on, Kup. You can make it…"
He peered out again. To the far right, the Decepticons known as Barricade and Devastator were ripping something…don'tthinkaboutit…to shreds. Farther away a Decepticon met the same fate at the hands of Ironhide. It was getting messy. Bumblebee couldn't kid himself, more Autobots were falling than Decepticons and only the Decepticons could replace those numbers.
By Primus, why'd Optimus put me in charge? Bumblebee worried. Why couldn't he leave Jazz in command? Or even Ratchet? I'm no good at this stuff!
"Hey! How's it going back there?" Ironhide's voice boomed across the field. It was loud enough to rattle an Autobot's circuits, and it was the best thing he'd heard in an orn.
"Back here, Ironhide!" Bumblebee shouted, leaning cautiously out for a moment to signal to his friend. "Quick! Before something…"
The Decepticon companion known as Ravager jumped out of nowhere. She landed on Ironhide's shoulder with enough force to knock him to the ground. Her jaws came down lightning fast, but not laser-fast. Ravager yelped and hopped away, still sporting her smoking rear. Bumblebee blew the vapor from his gun as Ironhide squeezed in next to him.
"Nice shot, Bee." Ironhide grinned. "How are things goin' back here?"
"Not good." Bumblebee replied shortly, clambering over his companion to take another shot. "How about up front?"
"Not much better. I left Prowl in charge; you know how he likes to rumble."
"Yeah." Bumblebee muttered. "I just hope Hound's holograms can hold them off long enough for Optimus to finish whatever he's doing in there."
A giant hand landed on his shoulder. "Hey, don't doubt him, Bumblebee. Optimus Prime knows what's best."
Bumblebee nodded. "I know." He shrugged the hand off and shot, pulling back to avoid return fire. "I just wish he hadn't taken Jazz and Ratchet with him. I could sure use their expertise out here."
"He has his reasons, Bee. Our job is to keep these guys outta the…" Ironhide jumped to his pedes. "BLURR, LOOK OUT!"
The blue Autobot behind the nearby boulder leapt aside just in time. The chunk of metal exploded into a million fragments, one of which buried itself in the unfortunate bot's shoulder. Blurr screamed in pain as his attacker strode out through the dust and stood above him.
Ironhide took a step, but Bumblebee stopped him. "I'll take him, Ironhide. Stay here and watch Kup!"
"But…" Uncertainty shone in Ironhide's optical sensors.
Bumblebee was already moving; pretending that he didn't know Ironhide was worried about him. "I'm in charge, right? STAY HERE!"
Bumblebee ran as fast as he could, dodging a few random shots as he came. He recognized the form as he approached and cursed his luck. Starscream's high pitched voice sneered through his audio receptors as he approached.
"Not so tough now, are you Autobot?" The bullying subcommander of the Decepticons placed his foot against the injury and rubbed it, laughing as Blurr's shriek passed the sensors' ability to hear.
Bumblebee caught him completely by surprise. His laser blade sliced right through the rotary functions of the bot's right leg, immobilizing him. Starscream fell to his knees in agony as Bee leapt over him to Blurr's side. The blue bot was mumbling under his breath. Bee wasn't sure, but the chaotic blend of Blurr's speech filtered into something like a prayer. Determined, Bee slipped the wounded soldier's arm across his neck and half lifted him to his feet. "Hang on, Blurr. You're not dead yet."
"No, but YOU are."
Bumblebee felt as though ice had been downloaded into his circuitry. He knew that voice. He knew that voice far too well.
Pleasebewrong, pleasebewrong, PLEASEbewrong…
He turned around slowly; trying his best not to agitate Blurr's wound.
"Megatron."
The titanic Decepticon grinned as jovially as though they were old friends, tossing the unconscious Prowl to one side with a grin.
"Bumblebee." Bee hated the sound of his name rolling of the Decepticon's tongue like a delicacy, baiting him, toying with him. "Please tell me this isn't the best Optimus has to offer. A mere sparkling in command of the Autobot resistance?"
Bumblebee knelt quickly, placing the now unconscious Blurr on the ground next to him.
"He's got better things to do than play with you!"He stood up, ready to fight.
"Ah, yes…speaking of better things…where is it?"
"You won't get that AllSpark, Megatron! I'll stop you myself!" Bee snapped, cocking his blaster and preparing to fire.
Bumblebee didn't remember how he got onto the ground, but he did his best to glare up at Megatron anyway. The leader of the Decepticons looked bored. "Oh, please. When you're more of a challenger we'll discuss an actual battle. For now, I just want to know what the code is for the gateway."
"You're memory bank's offline if you think I'll just tell you!"
Megatron's hand closed easily around Bumblebee's chest, roughly hoisting him up to optical level. "Aren't you a little short to be pushing your luck? Autobots aren't well known for leading long cycles." Megatron snarled.
Bumblebee flinched at the pun, but he refused to back down. Both Cybertronians knew they were running out of time. Optimus had been inside for an orn. Whatever Prime was planning it would happen soon. Megatron's forces didn't have the time or the energy to break the gate down by force and only Bee might know the code. Starscream's optics gleamed nearby in anticipation as the tension built.
"TELL ME!" Megatron bellowed into Bee's face.
"GO TO UNICRON, SLAG BRAINS!"
Megatron's anger was getting the better of him. Bumblebee winced as the pressure on his chest increased. It would end soon now. If he could just annoy Megatron a little longer he would die quickly and Megatron would lose. He would be brave. He had no regrets…not many, anyway. He would show everyone that he was a soldier too…
The sound of squealing metal scraped against his audio receptors. His eyes snapped open in shock as Blackout finished removing the panel from Blurr's spark chamber. His eye sparkled with anticipation. "Shall I finish him, Lord Megatron?" Blackout asked coldly, his monotone voice somehow still reflecting his eagerness.
Megatron turned an amused expression on the horrified Bumblebee. "Shall he, little bot?"
Bumblebee choked. He couldn't do it. But he had to. He had to tell them the code. Or did he?
It was risky, and he probably wouldn't survive, but he had to try. Blackout's hand began to lower towards Blurr's spark.
"STOP!"
Blackout paused. Bumblebee slumped in Megatron's hand. He had to be defeated. He couldn't give them any reason to doubt him or they'd send for Soundwave, and Soundwave could read memory cores…He had to play this right. "Let him go, Megatron! I'll…I'll help you…" He steeled himself. "…please."
The triumph in Megatron's voice told Bumblebee everything he needed to know. "Excellent. Blackout, get Starscream back to the repair docks. I will escort our little friend to the gate."
"You do not wish me to accompany you, Lord Megatron?" Blackout intoned, his optics flashing toward the limp figure in Megatron's claws.
"Don't insult me." Megatron rolled his eyes and patted Bee on the head, much to the bot's indignation and shame. "I can handle this Auto-brat."
As Blackout transformed to carry Starscream, the Seeker glared at Bumblebee with enough heat to smelt titanium plating. "My only regret is that I won't be there to help make you scream, Autobot." He hissed as his leader carried the helpless bot away.
OIO
Bee could feel the hum of the building in his spark. He could sense the power of the object within, the hope, the wonder. He felt like he was drifting away against his will on a stream of energy. It would have been rather peaceful if he wasn't suffocating. Megatron's hand had shoved him so hard against the wall by the gate that Bee was imbedded in it, roughly 20 feet off the ground. Megatron's other hand was brushing lightly against the keypad, ready to type. Nearby, five Autobots were sprawled where Megatron had left them in critical condition. Even one-handed, Megatron was a dangerous foe.
"Now…Tell me the code, Autobot."
Bee knew his time was now officially out. The part of himself he wished didn't exist was whimpering pitifully. Give him the code! Give him the code!
Megatron's patience, what little he had, was near its end. He squeezed slightly and Bee's already aching joints moaned in pain. His vision blurred slightly. He had to buy…just a little more time.
"WELL?"
Bee took a deep breath. "T-two…"
Beep.
The keypad chimed in response as Megatron quickly keyed in the first number.
"s…sss-seven…"
Beep.
I'm so sorry, Ironhide. Jazz, Blurr, Kup, Ratchet…everybody…
"…s-six…"
Beep.
Megatron's excitement was growing by the second. Bumblebee could feel his spark pulse racing through his hands.
"…eigh-t…"
Beep
Come on Optimus, hurry up!
"fo…four…"
Beep.
"…"
Megatron shook him slightly, rattling his already abused body. "Give me the last digit!"
Bumblebee listened hard for any sound, any shift in the vibrations he felt within. Nothing.
Primus guide me. Goodbye, Cybertron.
"…three."
Megatron practically punched the keyboard with his finger.
Bumblebee squeezed his optical receptors shut and waited.
And waited.
Then the ground shook. The air seemed to charge itself. The world spun around them. A beam of light shot through the air above them. Then all was still.
And the gate remained shut.
"What's happening?" Megatron asked.
Bumblebee sighed painfully in relief. "Optimus did it. He sent the AllSpark away, far away."
"NO!" Megatron howled. His fist slammed into the wall by Bee's head. "OPEN THE GATE! I WILL TEAR PRIME INTO ASTROPARTICLES FOR THIS!"
Bee was struggling to breathe, but he managed a smile. "I gave you the wrong code. The fact is I don't even know it. I just needed to buy time for Optimus and the others."
Megatron glared at him with anger so intense that he was unable to move. "I will rip that lying mouthpiece from your head."
"Face it, Megatron." Bee replied calmly, undaunted. "You have lost."
Megatron met his gaze with a glare colder than the void itself. Bee returned it. Megatron raised one hand and closed it around Bee's throat. "It's a pity. You could have been a Decepticon."
His life cycle was at an end. They both knew it. Megatron would make his death a painful one. They both knew that as well. Bee closed his eyes, trying instinctively to dig into himself, away from the pain that he wouldn't be able to stop.
Then his throat…hurt. He was aware of falling to the ground, clutching at the sparking wires that still held his head to his mainframe. Megatron's body seemed to be drifting, farther and farther away. He saw two flashes, one blue and red and the other black, slam into Megatron's fuzzy form. Ironhide's roar seemed to vibrate through his system. He felt a hand slide beneath his head and panicked optical sensors blocked his vision. Someone was desperately whispering to him. Ratchet? He tried to speak…and the pain drove him completely under.
OIO