A/N: If you love Bumblebee, this fic is for you. Enjoy.
People always remember the firsts. The first day of school, first friend, first kiss, first drink, and everything else normal and vaguely important. Bee liked to think she was a normal girl at the end of the day, when she washed off the sweat, dirt, and blood. After all, she still loved lipstick and Pretty Little Liars, didn't she? But her life gave her a whole different set of firsts she never could've imagined. Bee had a first day of school, a first friend, a first kiss, and hell, a first drink. She just happened to have a first mission, a first sacrifice, a first battle scar, a first victory, a first rescue, and – oh! – that first death.
All within eighteen too-short years.
She was above complaints. Not many were cut out for this life and she was honored to serve. And if she was going to serve, she was going to be damn good at it. She figured out how hard she could pushed herself, and delivered the maximum level of enthusiasm, strength, and focus every day.
So what if for the past six years she was in bed by nine and awake by four? And if she hadn't eaten white bread since before the H.I.V.E. Academy? And she didn't have a single friend wasn't forced to tolerate her bossiness because they worked together? When she lifted weights on the rooftop each morning, she saw the city at peace. It filled her with an unexpected warm kind of love. And love, no matter how faint at first, is a driving, hungry force.
On a warm summer night, she sat in her expansive kitchen, the only light emanating from the candles in front of her. The guys crowded around her, giddiness refreshing their tired faces. Everyone else stood farther off, but looked just as happy for her. She looked each of her four teammates in the eye, then blew out all eighteen candles.
As everyone clapped Speedy leaned down. "That's another first," he whispered.
She nodded, for once, unable to speak.
A/N: Sorry if it's a little weird at first. It'll make sense later.