It was a dark night. Nights I usually enjoyed, but at the moment I didn't. For one, Wasp was nowhere to be seen. He was only going to slag the bee. Where the hell was he? He was gone to long for my liking.
It did not help that I was supposed to be the distraction, which included me driving around like a maniac and hitting everything I could. Sirens blared behind me. And then I felt the ground disappear under me.
"Wha?!?!"
Someone had picked me up. Someone was flying.
"THE SHIT!?" I transformed back and clawed at my assaulter. A little yellow jet I had never seen before. But the flight pattern. The speed. It was so similar….
"OW!" He cried out and let me go. I looked down at the ground beneath me, and realization hit me. If I wanted to keep my legs….
WINGS ACTIVATED
"EAT IT!" I snarled, kicking the jet in the face as he pursued me. I flew away as fast as I could, but they were faster. Few were faster then me, and it made me reluctant to attack. I was used to this flight pattern. It was comforting, almost like home.
"CATCH HER!" Snarled a very familiar voice, and the feeling was gone and spent. That voice was not home.
"SLAG YOU!" And the hands grasped me, and pulled me down reluctantly.
"She is feisty one brother!" said one in a horrible human accent, "Watch out for claws. She is not so lenient with violence."
"Understood brother," came the reply with an equally horrible voice. Oh my primus, it was Blitzwing all over again."
"Let GO!" And I struggled out of their grasp, ran and glared at them.
"You can stop right there 'Con!" Came the disgustingly superior tone of voice, "And come quietly. We might even lock you in the same cell with your traitor friend, if you behave nicely."
"Like Frag!" I hissed, turning to run. Another mech blocked my path, "Now just calm down a'ight? We won't hurt you."
"Oh, sure," I scoffed, "And then you won't lock me away for kicking the defect in the face. Assault. Obstruction. Resisting arrest. What else do you want to add to my list of misdemeanors?" I backed away, and I felt a servo on my shoulder.
"You just watch your vocal cords there 'Con, and-"
My right fist landed right on his fat, hideously wrong chin. Everyone was in disbelief, staring at me, and then at Sentinel, who was nursing his wound like a femme, "You little glitch-!"
"Don't touch me Auto-scum!" I spat, "Or so help me, not even an expert medic will be able to put you back together again when I done with you!"
One of the jets-the blue one- made a grab for me, and I shot up into the sky and ran away.
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"ohslagohslagohslagohslag…!"
"THERE YOU ARE!" I landed on him and we rolled a couple of times. But the effect was the same, I was happy to see him. And then I delivered a blow to his stupid aft head.
"Where were you??? Do you have any idea how worried I was-!"
I peered into his blue optics and my spark skipped.
Blue. A pure, innocent, blue.
"Wha…" I recoiled in disgust, "Who-!?"
And then my servos dug into his chassis and pulled him up so the imposter's optics looked into my now blood red ones.
"WHERE. IS. WASP?"
"Uh….." the faker blinked up at me, "In my body, I think." His voice was like his. Wasp's horrible, gurgle like voice that I had grown accustomed to hearing. The fragger had NO RIGHT…..
"Hey, you know I'm not Wasp? How can you tell?" he exclaimed excitedly.
"Those optics are NOT Wasp's." I snarled.
"Oh right. Why hasn't anybody else…?"
"Everybody else is stupid as pit. What did that aft head do?"
"Switched places with me! Now everyone thinks I'm him and they're trying to capture me! Primus knows why! We all know Wasp is innocent! Well, maybe not Sentinel, but still…."
"Whoa, rewind. What? You know that Wasp…. You're Bumblebee, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Hey, you look familiar. Have we met?"
No," I got up to my peds, "But you know my sister."
I flew up before he could process what I just confessed to him.
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Whatever that glitch-head had been planning wasn't something he informed me of. And the fact pissed me off. I guess he expected me to do flying tricks for the elite guard from now until the end of time.
Which was not PART OF THE PLAN.
But at this point, I had no idea what to do. I had half a mind to find him and his new body and demand explanations. But that would probably blow the idiot's cover.
So, at the moment, the only logical thing I COULD do was sit it out and wait to see what happens. Normally, I would call that path of action the sissy, (aka Starscream) way to go about things, but it was the smartest.
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His purple optics shined past them all-and I knew I was right. There were all aft-heads. His eye clashed horrible with the yellow armor, and I missed his face.
Why had I let them catch me? I don't know. I couldn't think correctly, what with Wasp pulling the ol' switcheroo on me. Part of me wondered why I didn't screw the pest over. But I knew why. Even though I had only known him for a couple of hours, I had grown fond of him.
And you don't like that, do you Flip ol' girl?
It was true. I didn't like the idea of it. I had never liked anybody, except for Star. It clouded judgments, and made new weaknesses.
But that's not all,
the voice snickered, You hate being in the dark. Almost as much as connecting with people, and you want to wait to see how things turn out, and if he needs help.Yes. If Wasp needed it, I would help.
And it will be your downfall.
Maybe.
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"The winner has to be Bumblebee. He's the best!" the green mech proudly announced.
Meanwhile, standing between the yellow and blue mech, I thought to myself: This has GOT to be the most single-handedly STUPIDEST thing I have EVER witnessed.
"We play winner!" the jets besides me exclaimed excitedly.
"Oh primus…." I face palmed myself.
"This is the dumbest idea I've ever hear!" Sentinel growled.
You and me both.
"You got a better idea?" Optimus droned back.
"Yes, I do." he turned to me, "Why not let the 'Con fess up? How 'bout it? Wanna tell us who the traitor is?"
I treated him to one of my more vicious snarls that made the jets next to me recoil.
"How many times do we have to go over this!?" the red Prime burst, "Wasp isn't a traitor. And as for this femme, she doesn't have any scrap of evidence that might suggest she may be Decepticon."
"Then why did she attack me and my crew so viciously? And she can fly. AND her and Wasp just HAPPEN to be in the same sector. A little Convenient don't you think?"
"Convenient!" I shrieked, "Oh yes, this happens to be VERY convenient. I ALWAYS wanted to be attacked by a bunch of half wits that don't even know how to swing a punch properly."
"You speak when spoken too!" he growled.
"PHVVVVVVVVTTTTTT!!!" I blew him a raspberry.
"You little-!"
"All I know is that I've NEVER seen ANY of the mechs in this room, spy or otherwise. I got separated. How many times do I have to say it before you stop throwing bogus accusations in my face? I don't know anything about this wishy-washy war you've guys have gotten yourselves into. Only thing that comes to my processor at the moment is that with each passing cycle, I'm getting more and more annoyed." I crossed my arms in a defiant manner, as the whole room stared at me in disbelief. No one had ever had the nerve to talk to Sentinel that way, except for maybe Optimus, and I was feeling a little smugly about it. Ah, the perks of being a Decepticon…..
Sentinel frowned, my fiery speech bouncing off him. Well, there had to be idiots in this world I guess… "Protecting the spy huh? You're kind just doesn't know when to quite, do you? Stubborn little-"
"Are you kidding me?" I chuckled, "I'd turn a convict in for a couple of rust sticks."
"Sentinel…" Optimus sighed.
"Well, whoever this femme is, I'm sure she has something to do with this," he mumbled.
"Despite the possibility, I don't think badgering her will solve anything. It'll probably be midnight by the time she'll tell us her name," Optimus argued, "So I think Bulkhead's idea is are only option."
We stood quietly while the game blinked on. The console would've saved us a lot of time if it just blinked GAME OVER when Wasp jumped up and tackled Bumblebee.
I groaned to myself.
Wasp had the yellow scout in a headlock, pointing his stingers to his face. Well, I had to tip my hat to him. The kid really had it in him.
"Wasp use to be good bot!" he cried, and I could finally see it. The reason for the purple optics and his determination and whatever he strived for. It laid out in front of me like a protoform's ABC book in ten inch tile letters. The desperation. The sadness.
What had his own kind DONE to him?
"Wasp use to be good bot, until Bumble-bot RUINED WASP LIFE!"
"No Wasp!" the green mech growled in a scolding tone, "You were never a good bot back then! Spy or no spy, you were always mean to me and Bumblebee! You were never good."
Anger welled up inside of me. Couldn't they see? Were they THAT blind? He didn't need a reality check. He needed someone to say 'I'm Sorry.' That green mech tore into him as if he was Styrofoam. And it was destroying him. Breaking him. Driving him to the end of unexplained madness and pushing him over a ledge he had no business jumping into. A ledge I had crossed, and I would never pull myself back out. I wanted to save him, and I'll try but I can't. Because it wasn't my business too, and it'll cut me not to. I'll do it and wish I never tried.
Wasp pushed the stinger closer to his rival's neck, stepping closer to that cliff and into a point of no return. He would not put that loaded gun down until he fired, and then it would be too late. It would be the end of him. And I would never have him back.
I clenched my eyes, and I felt a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. I couldn't watch him make the jump. It would kill me.
And the shot was fired. And everyone yelped.
"Oh not again!" it was an irritated groan.
I opened my eyes. The lights were cut off, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
He couldn't go through with it.
Maybe he had some hope yet.
"Oh lovely," I punched the two twins next to me in the face, and I sprinted ahead of them.
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It was confusing. First, I had to think of him as the yellow mech, and then he went back to green and his horned helmet returned. Not really sure how it happened, but it did I was glad about it.
One thing that was worrying was the nagging feeling that they were following. Optimus and the rest of the innocent do-Gooding auto-scum might not, but Sentinel definitely would. Sometimes I had to wonder at his audacity.
When I caught up to Wasp, he continued to sprint and I kept a comfortable distance away from him to keep him from attacking. He was tense, and I couldn't blame him.
I grasped his servo.
"Trust me?"
He nodded and I held onto him like he was the most precious thing in the world.
I gripped his shoulders and I flew up, carrying him up with me. We flew and headed towards home.
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"Jesus, you're heavy!"
"Who?"
A pause, "Oh never mind."
The wind was cold, caressing my open circuits and making me shiver.
"Weird," I mused aloud.
"What?"
"They're not following," I turned, "You would thin the Russian tag team would be all over us. Guess I was wrong."
"Wasp find it weird to. Expected Sentinel to chase."
"That sissy won't dare follow. He'll just send the jets to catch us, in that horrendous bossy tone of his."
"Wasp still can't believe Flip-bot talk to Sarge-bot like that. Wasp wait to do that long time."
"Yeah, well, I find it freeing not having to answer to anyone. Besides, he had it coming."
"Sarge-bot convinced Flip-bot Decepticon," Wasp mused out loud, "Almost as sure as Wasp was spy. Wasp notice Serge-bot wrong often."
"Really? I didn't notice between him being in love with himself and talking about me like I wasn't there."
We both laughed. Yes, it was funny, and yes, we didn't know what was going on. It was nice, just flying around joking like a couple of mechs without any worries. I guess we were both shaken up, and we were both coping with it. Wasp had almost made that jump. I had almost lost someone to the very fate I found myself in a long time ago.
However, this was not excuse for me to drop my guard. What had happened was entirely my fault, and it just proved that stupid little voice inside of me right.
Connecting formed new weaknesses.
The burst of energy screaming threw the sky hit me in a manner of minutes.
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"SLAG FRAG BABY JESUS FLIP FLAGGING FICKA SLAGGA DE DOUBLE DING DONG!!!"
I strained to keep Wasp airborne, but he had suddenly became too heavy to carry and the sudden stinging in my left wing was killing me. We were losing air, and fast, "Ow ow ow ow Oooooh you will not believe how many head I want to tear off in a fit of insanity and pain stricken grief! FOOK!" I blinked away tears, and I slowly descended, "Shiiiittttt….I'm hurting." I croaked, "This fucking hurts. Why am I not worrying about who shot me? I just know my wind is experiencing aft-lancing pain no one will ever know. FUCK!" I grimaced hard, "Do you trust me still?"
Wasp looked at me with an expression that said nothing less than, 'HORRIFIED.'
"Okay," and I dropped him.
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It hadn't been my intention to startle him, but we were only a couple of feet from the ground and he weighed too much. My wing couldn't support the both of us, and quite frankly, I think it was time I scored some more trust points from him. Even it I ever was going to wake up and get on with my job.
I finally willed myself to look past the pain and turn around. Sure enough, the tag team flew at a startling speed towards me. Wincing, I aimed my cannon and fired.
A ray of blackish red spurted out of my servos and about fourteen of the twenty shots made contact. Personally, I was ashamed of myself. I almost never missed.
The jets caught up to me, some of their joints cackling with electricity from where I had hit them.
I didn't have enough time to raise a servo before they swiped their first hits my way and in no time I found myself falling towards the Earth.
