Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, but Optimus Prime is awesome!
Due to popular demand, I have written Bumblebee's point of view of the events in Worst Case Scenario. It's probably not as good as the first part, as I didn't have quite the same amount of inspiration, but it should be ok. Enjoy!
Worst Case Scenario
Bumblebee's POV
He didn't dare move as his sensors indicated incoming Decepticons. The junk piled around him shifted slightly in the howling wind, lightning flashed across the sky and there was a series of metal thumps, shaking the ground.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are" echoed harshly across the scrapyard. He shuddered slightly as he recognised the voice: Megatron!
"We know you are here, little scout" added another, emotionless voice: Soundwave.
"Frag this! Give me the insect" Megatron shouted impatiently. There was a whirring noise and a metallic clanking. Intrigued by the noise, he shifted a small piece of metal in the pile to one side, allowing a view through one blue optic. He was horrified by what he saw; dangling from one of Megatron's claws was a small limp body, hunched inside a metal cage barely big enough to hold him.
Sam he thought, pain tearing through his processer, I thought he was dead.
"You are the only one left, little Autobot. Join us and I might even let you keep this fragile little pest" Megatron enticed, poking one sharp claw into the cage. It brushed against the boy's leg, reopening the badly healed injury and causing Sam to scream loudly.
Anger surged through his spark and, before he knew it, he burst into the open and charged towards the Decepticon leader, cannons charging. He got within ten metres of the massive mech before a horrendous noise crashed into his audio sensors. He fell to his knees and then, as the noise continued, darkness took him as he fell into involuntary stasis lock.
Bumblebee didn't even flinch as he came out of recharge into a familiar barrage of error messages that translated to pain for a Cybertronian. Carefully he levered himself upwards, ignoring the new error messages coming from his fore-arms and his optics as he carefully checked his surroundings; he didn't want to call himself to the attention of any Decepticons. He wasn't completely harmless but Megatron had made sure he was no threat; ripping out his weaponry and damaging his optics, ruining his aim. He clambered unsteadily to his feet; his legs were never properly repaired after Mission City.
Oh, how he wished he could delete that day from his processor! Being pulled by Mikaela in the tow truck, he had arrived just in time to see Megatron pierce the Autobot leader through the spark with his sword; and then watched helpless as the Decepticon leader took off with the Allspark in one claw and Sam's unmoving body in the other. They didn't even have a chance to retrieve Optimus's body before being forced to retreat by a concerted attack by Starscream, Barricade and Blackout (A/N: I know Lennox killed Blackout but let's just say he was kinda distracted by the death of Optimus?). Ratchet had had to affect field repairs on Bumblebee, salvaging Jazz's legs. They were the wrong size and shape, but it was the best the medic could do.
He was glad Ratchet couldn't see him now. Bumbebee had seen the missiles heading towards the transformed Search and Rescue Hummer but wasn't near enough to stop them: not that he didn't try. The medic had just completed a vital repair on Ironhide's pulse cannon when Starscream's projectiles hit.
Only two weeks later, Ironhide had faced off with a whole hoard of Decepticons, buying Bumblebee time to get their human allies out of there. He had fled with Mikaela and Sam's parents, forced to leave behind Captain Lennox, who refused to leave his robot friend. Bumblebee had secreted the humans in an abandoned warehouse before leaving to scout the area; which was when Megatron found him.
"Get over here, little creton." The shout startled him from his thoughts. Frag it! Bumblebee thought, realising what he had forgotten. Hope he's in a good mood, he wondered, as he shuffled out to face his punishment. Forced to hunch over by the wrongly shaped legs, he approached his "master", glancing briefly upwards. He caught a glimpse of the gaunt and pained face of his best friend and charge, peering down from the giant metal birdcage.
"Where's my breakfast, glitch-head?!" Megatron cried, firing off a kick that Bumblebee barely had time to prepare for. He heard Sam cry out as he skidded across the floor and crashed, head-first, into a metal wall. "You know what happens if you disobey me" the Decepticon chuckled as he reached upwards. No! Not Sam! Bumblebee shouted silently as the claws wrapped around the cage. He flinched as he heard the boy's scream of pain. "Now go get it" Megatron ordered, the expected kick sending him in the right direction. Bumblebee hurried away, returning less than two minutes later to his worst nightmare.
Megatron was standing with his back to the doorway, looking down at something on the floor. Bumblebee's spark broke as he saw what it was: Sam, lying in a pool of blood, back broken and limb's at strange angles. The yellow robot's processor went blank as rage and grief flooded outwards from his spark. The tray he was carrying clattered onto the floor, energon splashing everywhere, catching Megatron's attention. The giant silver robot turned swiftly towards Bumblebee, a look of astonishment and maybe even fear in his optics, but before he had even finished moving, the scout was on him.
Bumblebee clambered nimbly up the Decepticon's leg, pulling out every wire and gear he could get his hands on. He didn't even get to Megatron's torso before a clawed hand plucked him off. He thrashed and kicked as he was borne upwards, causing the larger robot to throw him down in disgust. Agony flared through his CPU as he met the floor, just missing Sam's body. With one last effort, Bumblebee gathered the boy into his hands and cradled him to his chest.
"I'm sorry Sam" he whispered, as Megatron's foot came down to crush them both.
The End
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