Chapter 2
Bumblebee looked at her and finally snapped out of his freeze. He unsheathe his cannon from his arm and pointed it at Stinger. He would be quick to terminate her. To terminate any Decepticon
Stinger's red optics widened with fear. She struggled against the restrains to free herself and unsheathe her weapons. Stinger began to glitch again as she attempted to escape in her particle form. Her weapons weren't even functioning. Frag those Autobots.
"Let me GO! RELEASE ME! I knew it! You wanted to kill me! I will not go through with this!" Stinger yelled.
"Bumblebee! Put down your weapon." Optimus commanded.
Bumblebee looked torn between settling an old grudge and listening to his leader. In the end, Bumblebee put his cannon down, knowing that his loyalty would always be with Optimus.
"But Optimus! She's a Decepticon!" Bumblebee exclaimed pointing at her accusingly. His wide blue optics widened even more at his desperation to have her removed from his sight.
Stinger continued to struggle and glitch. Her spark began to move violently at seeing the yellow mech she was based off of. That's all she was... based off of him. Nothing more! The less she be affiliated with this pathetic excuse of Autobot. It was ironic as such thoughts came from a human-made, half spark such as herself.
The beeping began become audible from the machine. Her spark was going crazy. Not only was she mad, but she was terrified. Stinger did certainly not forget her little incident with him. He literally ripped her in half! Stinger, being a Decepticon, was already programmed to be vengeful, but what he did... definitely grind her gears. It made her drop dead hostile.
"Calm down, femme! You should not wear-out your spark like that! It can damage your interior systems with the wires attached," Ratchet exclaimed, going to silence the beeping.
"It was HIM! He was the one that almost tore me apart! Release me so I can return the favor!" Stinger seethed. Bumblebee once again turned alert at the femme.
"Stinger, calm down! No one with harm you, and because of our deal, you will harm no one," Optimus spoke.
Ratchet attached another wire to her. Quickly, Stinger began to relieve of her anger. She vented slightly as her systems slowed down to a tranquil mode. Her optics shuttered as she ceased her struggle.
Much to Stinger's surprise, she was still online. She desperately kept her optics open to face her enemy.
"Deal?" Bumblebee asked in shock. He turned his wide blue optics towards his leader in a questioning manner.
"I assume you both have met," Optimus said.
Bumblebee glared at Stinger. She was basically a femme version of him... only in Decepticon form. And a FEMME!
"Yes," he replied curtly. Bumblebee didn't take his eyes off her for a second. Stinger had stopped and now held a mouth piece on her lip-plates, keeping them sealed. Bumblebee would have gladly provoked her more if it weren't for that.
"Is this true what she said, Bumblebee?" Optimus asked.
He nodded.
His leader sighed. "This complicates a few things."
Ratchet grumbled in agreement.
"She will be staying with us on a count of a deal," Optimus explained. The tall leader began to bracing himself for Bumblebee's protests. Prime knew his Autobots well.
"She'll betray us, just like any Decepticon! We can't trust her, Optimus!" Bumblebee accused.
"I very well know this Bumblebee, but Stinger has no other place. She has agreed to let us try and convince her to see things our way-"
"Decepticons don't change." Bumblebee mumbled.
"We can only try, young Scout," Optimus said, occulting part of the deal.
"Why do we even want her here?! She's a Decepticon! They aren't good for anything!" Bumblebee protested.
"My reasons will not be understood by you, Bumblebee. I can assure you that I know what I am doing." Optimus replied. His response seemed enough to silence the young bot.
Stinger was also silent... mostly because she had no choice. She remained silent, unable to move as she watched the mechs interact. Ratchet had done something to her that paralyzed her.
Mute and unable to move... great. They must have really wanted her to calm herself.
If they wanted that, they should make Bumblebee leave... forever.
"Won't she just attack when she gets that chance?" said mech asked.
Optimus placed a servo on his shoulder plate. "You have shown that you are able to defeat her in battle, correct?" he asked.
Bumblebee nodded, feeling proud of himself.
Stinger angrily hummed, hardly able to move. Yet, that didn't stop her from becoming angry. Bumblebee would not always defeat her. He only had, had a stroke of luck. With so much violence going around, Stinger was half preoccupied.
It had taken Bumblebee a few orns before he had actually taken her apart... (much to her shock..) He wasn't even supposed to be able to leave a mark on her... yet he had done so much more than that.
Stinger was made to be just as powerful, if not more powerful! What ever flaws he had, were perfected on her. Stinger was a newer system and she had gotten beaten.
What a blow to the pride.
"Good, then you have no problem being her escort around base and placing her under control if Stinger decides to attack," Optimus sneakily said. He certainly was a leader that knew how to fit things into place.
Bumblebee's expression turned into one of disbelief. The blue in his optics dimmed.
Stinger began to angrily growl muffled words and shake her helm in displeasure. Her red optics lit up.
"Optimus, the femme is acting up again," Ratchet muttered.
"Stinger..." Optimus warned.
She vented while averting her optics down, knowing that nothing could be done.
Stinger looked back up and forced a nod while humming. She was being submissive and it pained her and internally filled her with anger and rage. A Decepticon was not supposed to be submissive towards a leader that is not theirs. She was a sensitive pathetic bot. How was she overcome so easily?
She stood silent as she venomously glared at all of the Autobots.
"Optimus... you're not really going to make me... watch her, right?" Bumblebee asked, his optics widening with a mix of desperation and anger.
"I am, young Scout. After all, aren't you the one most suited for this?" Optimus asked, knowing that Bumblebee couldn't had used his words against him.
The black striped mech looked at his leader. He vented with disbelief.
"Will she allow me?!" he asked frantically, trying to find excuses.
The two mechs turned back to said femme.
Stinger looked very irritated and very agitated. Mostly at being excluded from a conversation about her. She shook her helm and growled in response to the question.
"If you are not in compliance with us, you will permanently remain a prisoner to the Autobots, even if we do locate your leader," Optimus threatened.
Stinger's optics widened. She shook her helm and growled in displeasure at the idea.
"Then you will allow Bumblebee to be your escort?" Optimus asked.
Stinger glared at him with open contempt. Who knew that Autobots could be just as coy and sneaky as 'Cons?
She disgracefully lowered her helm and nodded. Stinger was defeated... helpless. She began to growl again.
"Optimus, I'm not one to question your orders... but are you sure about this?" Ratchet asked unsure.
"Sometimes, one has to take risks." the leader replied. Ratchet, although hesitant, didn't argue any further.
"What do we do now?" the medic asked.
"We will have to explain this to the others. We don't want them to mistake Stinger for a Decepticon and terminate her," Optimus said.
"Do you think they will appose it?" the medic asked.
"Absolutely," Optimus replied.
"Wait! Who will stay with Stinger?!" Bumblebee asked frantically gesturing in an unfriendly manner at Stinger.
Optimus and Ratchet exchanged glances. They turned to the young scout and smiled.
"W-wait! What?! Why can Ratchet stay with her?" Bumblebee asked.
Stinger began to yell out more muffled words.
"I have to help gather up the Autobots." he stated.
"Why can't I help?" Bumblebee asked.
"Since you are already her escort, you might as well watch her. Besides, I've had enough of her." Ratchet remarked. "Make sure she doesn't move too much. You can take her lip-restrains off, but you're responsible for her yelling,"
"Good luck, Bumblebee." Optimus said as Ratchet followed him out.
As the door closed with a thud, the sound echoed in the now quiet room.
Bumblebee stood there, wide optics staring at where the other mechs were.
He turned around and stomped into a seat, crossing his large arms. Bumblebee glared at the femme in front of him.
Much to his surprise, she was already doing the same.
Stinger watched as she was left alone with a mech that was currently on her hit-list.
She growled under her restrains. Stinger looked down at her lip-restrains and angrily hummed.
Bumblebee saw what she was demanding.
"I don't want to hear you," he spoke.
Stinger narrowed her optics and continued to struggle. The room reverberated with the sound of metal clanking.
"Stop it! Ratchet told you not to move!" Bumblebee exclaimed.
Stinger looked away from him, and stubbornly continued to proceed with her actions.
Bumblebee stood up, eyeing the femme.
"Hey! Are your Audio-processors not working?!" he asked.
Stinger ignored him and still refused to look in his direction.
Bumblebee grabbed her arms and held them tightly to prevent them from moving.
Stinger immediately felt the contact and turned to look at him. Her spark began to flip in its chamber. It was as if bolts of electricity surged through her.
Her red optics landed on him with bewilderment. She wasn't sure if it was a response to something as pungent as him.
"I said stop!" Bumblebee commanded. Stinger looked down at her lip-restrains again in a demanding manner.
Bumblebee vented an equivalent of a sigh and ripped it off her, disregarding gentleness.
Stinger threw him an offended glance, but she was relieved at finally being able to move her lip-plates.
"Stop moving now." he muttered.
"I'll stop moving when you take me out of these things." Stinger spoke looking at her restraints.
"I hope never." he said.
"I hate you." she stated.
"I'm glad we share the same feelings," Bumblebee grumbled. He was none-too-happy about his new duty.
Watching his enemy was the last thing he wanted to do. His cheery mood was extinguished because of her. It wasn't the first time his optics raged into a deep blue.
"Oh, are you mad because you didn't wreck me as good as you thought?" Stinger taunted, her Decepticon programming taking action.
"Then why are you in the medics room?" he asked.
"I was dragged here." Stinger replied.
"Because you were injured," Bumblebee said, his slight smile returning.
Stinger growled.
"You got lucky, Autobot!" she exclaimed.
"Or... I defeated you because the original is always better then a copy," Bumblebee said narrowing his eyes at her.
"Copy?! No! I am an updated version! I am everything you're not! If you think that you're stronger, then think again, Autobot. If you ever turn your back on me, I will rip you apart and we'll see who is the better one. You don't know anything about me or what I can do, but I know plenty about you, BEE. I'm based off you! You've only met me once," Stinger threatened, beginning to glitch again.
Bumblebee rolled his optics.
"I knew you before you were ever onlined, 'Stinger.' I was the one that pushed you off your stand and faceplates into the floor." Bumblebee said, "You can threaten me, but you're the one who can't do a thing."
Stinger was speechless. Bumblebee had known her... before her online? He didn't even seem scared at her threat. Her threats were empty when she looked as defenseless as she did now. What did that mean? What did that mean!? Why did that knowledge affect her...? What angered her most was that he was right.
Her threats would be empty if she had no way of fulfilling them.
"I hate you, Autobot." Stinger glared.
"I hate you too, Decepticon." Bumblebee muttered.
Both mech and femme stood quiet. Both refusing to look at each other.
There seemed to be a certain unbreakable tension in the air. Though... it wasn't just hatred.
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