A/N: Hi there! If you think you've read this somewhere else, you did; this is a re-post of my Transformers 2007 story back in devArt to help with my main site. This story was written between 2007 and 2008; BEFORE RoTF so any similarities are purely coincidental. As always, reviews are welcome! Characters © HASTAK
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Bumble seized upon the matrix that was so rightfully his from Hot Rod's hands. "What the hell is wrong with you, Bumblebee?!" "You can't take it! He said it was his last wish!" bumble screamed back, agonizing in grief, much to all of the Autobots' shock. The young soldier then pressed the matrix near his own heart/spark. "He told me to be the next prime...no matter what."
Almost animalistic, he hissed at hot rod's attempt at the matrix. "Bumble, be reasonable, you're not fit to be..." "He promised me his heart and this, this is it," the blonde shot back, withdrawing further into Optimus' former rest area. His body involuntarily shivered at the memory of so many escapades that took place. "All of you, get out."
Bumble then closed his eyes and held the matrix to his ear. Evidently, a soft beat was heard, comforting the soldier to no end. Indeed Prime did leave him his heart. As he drifted to sleep, Bumble failed to notice the matrix had begun its fusion with his own spark until it abruptly stopped. The collective primes inside were shocked at this development "Why isn't Bumblebee's spark-heart not..."
"Not joining the matrix?" Sentinel prime, the commander before Optimus, asked frantically. The rest, save one, were already throwing hysterics. "Because he deserves better." one lone voice of reason stood out and shut up the rest. "Optimus, this is an outrage! You cannot stop this process!" "Hmm, I just did, didn't I?"
"WHY?!" Optimus' blue eyes glowered at the pompous windbags. "Why stop the cycle?" "Because Bumblebee, as the rest of the Autobots, no, the surviving Cybertronian race deserves a clean slate." Optimus stood up from his sitting place and faced up to he first, Prima. "Every time the matrix passed on, it brought the past mistakes and their consequences."
"I want Bumblebee to make his own choices, make his own mistakes without our very dead intervention." Optimus then turned his back to the group. "We made it clear, no more interfering after Jazz, am I clear?" Prima chided maliciously, causing a chuckle from the former leader. "I only helped restart his spark-heart, the humans did the rest."
"And you are withering your last power to keep the fusion from Bumblebee's spark-heart?" the rest of the primes laughed cruelly. "Who said I was running out?" the statement reverberated in the space. "Are you telling me that..." "Clichéd as it may be, but my affections, my emotion, even my lust... they keep me running until I can have him in my arms again. And I will continue to hold back the process as long as he needs, to borrow my powers but not my tainted mistakes and be Prime in his own right." Optimus said before returning to watch Bumble sleep and mutely upgrade into Bumblebee Prime.
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In the mortal realms, Ironhide stood guard outside's bumble's room as both hot rod and the beta team confronted him. "What do you want?" "Give us the matrix." "Nope. what makes you think you can override Optimus' last wish?" the tanned marine shot back, raising one of his AK-47's towards the head of the mob. "I've been Prime before, i have experience."
"That's barely an argument!" Sam retorted safely behind 'Hide's (?!) cannons. "Keep out of this, human." "You mind calling the squishy his name?" the weapons specialist ordered. "And besides, we are not supposed to fight people's wills." "This is a war, not some play." 'Hide's eyes suddenly changed from blue to red. "Don't you dare lecture me about warfare..."
"Unlike the rest of you, I learned to slaughter and decimate enemies long before this conflict started. Optimus may have been the most reluctant Prime I've seen but goddamn he was good at it," the older soldier fought back, "He knew what was best for all of us, even those Decepticon bastards. And if he thought Bumblebee would make a good successor, then I ain't complaining."
Ratchet stood up and took his stand. "I agree; he did not let his traumas get in the way of judgment. I too believe in bumblebee's succession."
Poochy popped out of one of the medic's eyes and snarled, scaring the mob further away from the door. "I'm with these two for the same reasons." Hot Rod, never had he seen such fierce opposition, took a step back. "Don't come crying back when he fucks up this planet." In a rush of confidence, Sam picked up an empty oilcan and yelled, "I wouldn't bet on it!"