After making sure that everyone was busy - which they were, it was almost Christmas - and seeing that there was no one to talk to, the youngling ventured out into the cold night air. Time temperature seemed to have passed quickly; what was evening not half an hour ago had become night, and what was thirty-five degrees had now turned into the mid twenties. However, this did not effect the Cybertronians what so ever; they were used to a variety of temperatures and sudden changes in the weather and time, so it was only natural for Bumblebee to sit outside against the looming walls of the bass unscathed, as humans dashed from place to place in excess amounts of clothing.
Although it was snowing quite a lot, the white crystals making a blanket over the frozen solid ground, there were some holes in the clouds above, abling people to see through to the night sky and the billions of stars above. As best as he could, Bumblebee tried to guess out which on was Cybertron; his home. Often elders like Optimus and Ironhide spoke of the planet they grew up on, and the people they met there. They also spoke of having sparkmates, something Bumble had yet to experience. While it seemed that Ironhide's Sparkmate was still alive out there somewhere, Optimus had once claimed that the bond between he and his beloved was broken; Ratchet had explained to the youngling as best he could that Prime's was most likely dead; Cybertronians mate for life unless under special circumstances, and he couldn't see Prime breaking the bond with his Sparkmate; they were just that close.
Upon the subject, Bee instantly went into thinking about their leader. From the time he could remember, there were plenty of constants growing up with all of the Autobots he knew today around him, however the one that seemed to be their always was their fearless leader. It was once true that Optimus had saved his arse when Bumblebee was the equivilant of a human ten year old; Bee had been careless enough as to wonder out of his hiding place while a Autobot base was being attacked. He had gotten held hostage, Bumblebee did; and the Decepticons had tried to make a deal that if they were to let the Sparkling go, then the Autobots would have to surrender. He had to admit, he was greatly loved as a child and often stole the hearts of those who protected him; and any number of those bots that adored him would give their life for him.
Truth be told it was a lie; on Prime's part anyway. Just as Optimus took the little tyke, not very big for his age and he still isn't, Mirage, Sides, and Sunny had quickly taken out a number of the 'Cons by surprise, leaving the rest to flee and take their master's later punishment. Looking back, Bumblebee remembered the look on his leader's face [although Bumblebee didn't realized it] when he had gotten the youngling back; from pure horror of what they were going to do to him if they didn't get him back, to pure relaxation, comfort, and happiness as he tried to get the sparkling to quite crying and apologizing. Truth be told, if Bee had have stayed there, he would have been killed; the Decepticons had blown the portion of the base where he was staying in into tiny pieces via bombs and missals and the likes.
He had to admit, next to Ironhide and Ratchet, Optimus Prime was probably the best father figure he could ask for. That, and this he wouldn't admit to, Optimus was also the most important thing that he had in his life. Optimus was calm, endearing, trustworthy, and most of all, comforting when times were looking rough or you simply let loose the bottles of emotions that he swelled up inside of you. He was nice and simple, really. That laugh of his, it almost made Bee want to laugh along with him, and think that everything's okay, the way his baritone laugh carried. Bumblebee instantly shook his head at the thoughts that quickly began soon after; why did he feel like this?
He was a good shoulder to cry on, no matter how big or scary looking he seemed. Slouching back a little, and wiping off the bits and piles of snow that were clinging to him, Bumblebee gave an audible sigh as he focused back on the stars, of which twinkled brightly every time a cloud moved to an opening. It was a pretty sight, wasn't it? Or at least it would have been, if he hadn't heard rustling and snickering on from behind the corner of the building closest to him. Sitting up straight with a smirk on his face, he didn't need to guess on who it was; every so often, a flash of green would pop out from behind the corner, followed by an orange one.
"What're you doin'?" came a southern voice through Bumblebee's vocal processor.
"Drat, he's onto us!" came Skidz's voice, followed by the voice of his twin brother.
"Well it'th yer faulth!" came MudFlap's voice. Bumblebee didn't know what a lisp was or how you got one, no matter how much anyone tried to explain, however it made you talk the way Mudflap did. A lot. "You're th' one who keepths peekin' 'round like a dumb idiot!'
"Me? A dumb idiot!" Skiz asked, sounding astonished, flabbergasted, and even sad that his brother would accuse him of something like that. "Well, if you would've stopped giggling' like a li'l wuss, he wouldn't 'ah kept lookin' over here!"
You thake that back!" MudSlap ordered, sounding as if he was standing up.
There were a few words exchanged before Bumblebee thought that it would be a good idea to intervene; he was sure that the Hatchet wouldn't be too happy in seeing them again. Fidgeting with his radio for a moment, he finally found a few things he liked.
"Come out with yer hands up!" came a southern voice, and for a moment there was silence. "Or else I'll have to come back there myself," now came a mixture of voices, Bee obviously unable to find anything now of which he wanted. There was a moment of arguing heard between the twins before finally Skidz got shoved out first, stumbling slightly on the cold hard ground, followed quickly by his twin brother. Obviously, they weren't too happy that their plans - what ever they were - had been foiled.
"What're you lookin' at?" questioned Skidz as they got closer; however was weary enough to stay back a few feet.
"Maybe yer ugly face," MudFlap commented with a silly smirk. Angry, his twin abruptly turned and gave him a look.
"You take that back!" Skiz ordered a bit too loudly; the sound resonated in the surrounding air and even had enough strength to venture back into the open door of the hanger.
"Make me!" MudFlap retorted, snapping his fingers. With a slight roar, Skids tackled his brother and both began rolling around in the snow and mud, wrestling as they rolled around. Bee didn't know weather to laugh or to go and stop them. Either was, it was going to end badly. Pushing up against the wall of the hanger, Bumblebee made his way to his feet as the two rolled closer, cursing abruptly.
"Alright, what the frag is going on here?" came the familiar voice of the base medic, his large frame looming out of the hanger. Mudflap sadly on the ground, the twins stopped mid punch, a comical sight, as their optics dashed to where the sound had came from. Bumblebee, ducking his head slightly, looked as well. Ratchet didn't look pissed, but he didn't look merry, either. He was holding a large rag in which he looked to be in the middle of wiping off his hands for what ever reason. "Well? Any explanations? Or do I get the privilege of not getting one?"
"Uh…..," the twins chorused, looking at each other for a moment before looking back to the medic. Rachet made a face before looking to Bumblebee. Giving a look to the twins - it was like a contest of some sort now, looking - before looking back to the medic with a shrug.
"Click. Click. Twitter. Click. Chirrup. Whir. Warble. Click. Chirrup."
":Oh really now?" Ratchet asked with a chuckle, however trying to look serious; however he hadn't much of a word of what the Youngling had told him. Although they had raised the Mech since his birth, and a lot of his care givers had come to learn the language of what would later be called "Bumblenese" due to loosing his voice, anyone besides his old playmates - including Skidz, Mudflap, and Wheeljack, and the rare case of Optimus - had a hard time understanding him. He could use his voice; however Ratchet was against it due to the fact that it could ruin it even more. "They did that?"I
"Un-uh! No way, hom-bre! He lies!" Skidz instantly protested, leaping from his spot atop his brother with a slightly angered expression. Mudflap was soon to follow, however slower, since he had gotten the better part of the beating.
"Yeah! 'Bee don't know nuh-un!" MudFlap agreed, making Bumblebee make a face and Ratchet merely shake his head as he chuckled lightly.
"Well then you two fraggers get inside," Ratchet ordered without a straight face, "'fore you catch a virus."
"But Ratch'-!" they both whined in unison, instantly getting cut off as the expert medic put his hands on his hips.
"Right now," he ordered, his face now stern. "Or else I'll get Ironhide."
"Oh man, we goin'!" Skidz instantly obeyed, making a beeline to the hanger entrance followed by his brother.
"Yeah yeah, we goin'," MudFlap agreed before turning to the two Mechs as he rolled towards the door. "'Night 'Bee, night Ratch'!" he called, he was disappeared, a call for good-night followed by his older twin brother. Ratchet scoffed, shaking his head as he looked back to the Youngling, shaking his head and chuckling.
"I still can't believe no one's killed them off yet," the medic sighed, returning his hands to the rag; the old mech must have been cold, he guessed, to keep his servos in there for so long. Bee gave a warble in agreement to the statement. "Well, you'd better get inside, too," Ratchet suggested as his chuckle faded and he gave the scout a serious look. "Don't need you to catch a cold now, do we?"
Bumblebee smiled - to the best of his abilities - and nodded in agreement as he skated forward, Ratchet turning to let him go first and them go after him. However, Bumblebee paused mid stride as he came up next to his elder, and instantly he stopped and clutched the medic's upper arm to have him stop. Giving a confused look, the medic turned and asked, "What's wrong." After a moment of looking to the snow on the ground, Bumblebee pulled the medic back gently, away from the doorway and back into the bitter cold to where no one could see them. There was a sound of a tape rewinding before lyrics floated through his radio.
'Have You Ever Loved Someone So Much, You'd Give an Arm For 'Em?
Not The Expression, No, Literally Give an Arm For?'
Ratchet paused for a moment, as if having to think about what Bumblebee just "said," before giving a sigh, his breath seeable through the snow due to the cold, as he shrugged.
"And you are asking me about love because?" he questioned thoroughly, getting in instant response from the Youngling. There was a mixture of voices through his radio as he "spoke," indicating that he couldn't find the right words for what to say.
"There is someone out there….. I've know…. Forever and a day….. I gotta feeling!…. That I can't describe….," the tape suddenly cut off, and it took a moment for Ratchet to concur on what the Youngling had yet again just said.
"I take it it's someone we work with?" Ratchet inquired. Bumblebee nodded. "And you are saying you are in love?" Another nod. "And so you are coming to me for advice about it?" Nod. "….Because….?" Bee gave his elder a quizzical look, as if he was supposed to know. Ratchet, at the sight, gave a sigh and relaxed back a little bit. "Well are you willing to tell me who this person is?" He inquired. There was a moment's pause before Bumblebee shook his head, a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Now that's where' you're asking too much there, son," came some sort of politician's voice flowed through the radio, a look of worry as if the medic was going to force him into saying something. Sighing for the nth time, Ratchet rolled his dark blue optics and turned to go inside, the cold getting the better of him.
"Well, there is one thing I can say Bee," he said as he paused and turned back to the other mech, gesturing him to keep up; he did, and Ratchet gently put an arm around the mech as they began walking towards the hanger entrance. "I do love someone, yes, though if I admit it, well, he'd have my aft. But if I'd have never of told him so in the first place, youngling, we'd probably never be together now." There was a pause as they made it to the door, the wind howling as another inception from the radio came through.
"If you never take a chance, you fall forward and wish you'd have that chance to catch you," said a women's voice. The quote merely made Ratchet smile a nod, patting the mech's shoulder before taking his arm away as they walked inside.
"'Atta boy," he merely nodded, the shouts of the members of NEST running around their feet, the soldiers making sure to stay out of the Cybertronians way the best they could.