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"talking"

'thinking'


Attention

It was going to be a nice day today Bumblebee decided. He had to patrol the night before and had lost the morning recharging, but the rest of the day he was sure would be good. His first stop was to grab a cube. He was in such high spirits he didn't notice the silence that spread as he walked by.

"Lookin' good, Bee!" Jazz greeted the VW who only grinned at his superior officer before settling beside him.

"What's the deal with that?" Cliffjumper's voice could be heard from the back of the room.

The yellow minibot looked confused as his systems tried to come up with an answer to a question he didn't quite understand. Having no idea what exactly Cliffjumper was talking about, he chose to ignore the question. The silence was beginning to register and he finished his energon as silently as possible to avoid getting more attention. As soon as he finished, he checked his chronometer. He promised Spike to take him around town for the day and there was not much daylight time left.

"Hey, buddy, you're not leavin' 'cause of Jumper, right?" the saboteur spoke as Bumblebee was getting up.

"Nah. I promised Spike a drive. Better leave now and not waste more time," the yellow Bot answered.

"Ah," the Porsche nodded in understanding before smiling, "Bring the littl' runt, Bee. I got some questions 'bout a new club."

"Gotcha," he replied and left for the day. Drives with Spike were always fun and not even Cliffjumper's question would ruin his day.

The rest of the afternoon was spent just like he'd imagined. He and Spike drove around the town with no destination in mind. The human had confessed to have planned on taking him to a new race track, but after taking one look at him had decided on showing him off. The minibot had to admit it felt rather nice to be looked at by others. Spike even said he'd been the reason those human femmes had given him their phone numbers. The day ended too quickly for the minibot who finally took Spike to the Ark. Silence greeted him again as he and Spike entered the room. Now that he was actually aware of the stares, Bumblebee was feeling quite uncomfortable. Icy blue optics caught his attention, and he could clearly see the smug smirk he wore on his face.

'Bastard! This is all your fault!'

"Hello, Bumblebee. Nice look!" Bluestreak's greeting broke the silence and Bumblebee couldn't help but feel gracious of the gunner's inability to stand silence.

"Thanks," the minibot replied warily.

He was trying to remain calm, but the attention was incredibly uncomfortable. He'd been programmed to not get attention. All of this was beginning to set his defense mechanisms haywire. The minibot, for once, placed himself near the entrance of the room. His optics could clearly see the smirk of the mech watching him disappear.

'Great… he's probably taking this out of proportion. He ruins my day with a fight; I'll post those pictures I have of that New Year's party all over the ship.'

"So, what's the occasion?" the talkative Datsun asked, trying to dispel the silence again.

"Why the slag would he need a fragging occasion to look good?" the beautiful potty mouth called Sunstreaker actually growled.

Bumblebee could actually hear the silence getting even more quiet, if such a thing was possible. Poor Bluestreak seemed to shrink under the warrior's icy glare. Bumblebee was sure he saw CPUs short-circuiting at the sight of the golden warrior defending the minibot. He made a note to get the surveillance tapes and make copies.

"Calm down, Sunstreaker. The guys are not used to see me like this. It'll be really hard to do my job when everyone's looking at the incredibly shiny yellow car," Bumblebee spoke, shifting the attention of the warrior from Bluestreak onto himself. The golden mech's stance relaxed, much to the surprise of everyone in the room. Bumblebee's CPU almost melted from the sudden rush of power the act gave him.

'Beautiful and deadly… Like the humans' vision of a fallen angel… and he's all mine'

"You don't like it?" came the gruff question and Bumblebee had to stop himself from doing like a human and sigh.

"I'm programmed to not get attention," he replied with a shrug. The golden warrior's optics dimmed a little at hearing the answer, but Bumblebee ignored it and continued talking, "I gotta say it was pretty interesting to have all those people gawking at me. That's never happened before. Spike even got to meet femmes just because they liked how I looked."

The human in question turned red in embarrassment and shrunk on his seat. Thankfully, the Bots around him were more interested on the conversation than on him.

"So, you liked it?" Sunstreaker asked. Head tilted slightly as he awaited a response.

"Well… I did. It was a really nice day," Bumblebee replied with a smile on his face while looking directly at the golden warrior, "The others don't seem to like it, though"

"Why the slag should you care?" was the Lamborghini's reply before making his way out of the room.

Bumblebee chuckled softly. Sunny was right, he'd had fun. Spike had fun with him. Maybe he could repeat this again another day.

Edited 6/30/09 - fixed dialogues