Jetlag Pt.4

Written by Mora0711 with help from Deviant Art MeiCailya, ChocolateCocoLaLa,

Ship Corridor

The final debriefing was tortured! It didn't even take half a cycle to go over the plans for retrieving the samples for the science firm, yet for some reason their commander felt the need to remind them of the importance of the mission and give that speech about they were all cogs in the great machine. Normally the twins would take this age old saying to spark, but this time around they just wanted to get this over with and leave. Oh how their young bodies ached with wonting! It was all they could do to stay focus and not sneak in a quick groping. It was pretty much agreed between them that they would leave as soon as possible and head straight for the belt. Which, given their current situation, suited the fliers just fine and had them heading straight for the launch bay. With radio silence and no optics to witness, they would finally relieve themselves and come back with their cargo with no bot the wiser. All they had to do was get into the launch bay, take off, get a few million miles away from the command ship, initiate radio silence, find a nice secluded little asteroid within the belt, get down to business, then secure the samples and sneak in some more business before returning to the ship.

"Hey guy! Wait up!" The two had instantly turned around at the familiar sounding voice only to find their new favorite minibot running over to them, and looking not at all happy. "What the spark?!" The smaller yellow robot had half yelled at them once he reached the twin planes. "Why did you two ditched me?!"

"Ditched?" The blue and yellow junior guard's right side of his slim visor had lifted a little in confusion.

"We not putting you in ditch." The orange and white junior guard had stated in his own confusion at the statement.

"No, I mean why did you had me run off like some glitch when you said you were going to storage unit 12?" The angry little bot had managed to grit his dentures tightly in his aggravation and still vocalized the sentence. "I waited there for almost two mega cycles!

"Oh!" They had forgotten about that. Between trying to stay focused on the briefing and trying to ignore their own tensed bodies, the two of them had completely forgotten about their little yellow friend racing off to the storages in that mocked race. "Uh, w-we..." Jetfire had found himself a little lost for words for the orange flier had never seen the younger bot so upset before. "We was being called in for meeting.

"We is nearing the very big circle of asteroids." Jetstorm had explained while he comforted his sibling through their bond; promising to straighten the matter out. "Mr. Jazz, sir, is wanting debriefing us for final time."

Their explanation did nothing to relieve the deep frown on Bumblebee's faceplate. "Really?" Instead, he had narrowed his optics in further suspicion. "Then, why didn't you just com. me?" That statement seemed to have caught the fliers off guard and had them tensing. "Why didn't you just let me know about it so that I didn't had to sit there waiting for you two to show up?" They haven't thought of that. How were they supposed to respond to that? However their silence seemed to have been all the answer the minibot needed. "I get it. So that's how it is?" It was the same story all over again. He had been tolerated for a job, and now that it was over… He'd been dismissed with no more respect than higher ups were capable of giving a lowly maintenance bot. "Fine!" With that final angry shout, the yellow minibot turned his back on the twin plains. Disappointment, hurt, and betrayal could practically be felt around him. "Slagging Elite Guards…"

Almost instantly, Jetfire had quickly dashed over to the minibot to stop him. He had just remembered the energon induced confession, and it had made him come to realize that he and his brother had, though unintentionally, hurt their friend's feelings in the most damaging way. "Yellow Bumble wait!" Yet the moment his servo had touched the scout's shoulder, a yellow servo shot up and forcibly smacked away the attempt at comfort. Even more shocking than the hostile act was the glare the yellow Autobot had shot him.

Due to the true origin of their upgrade, the Jettwins have been the victims of several styles of stares, looks, and snide remarks, but it never escaladed to anything more than that. Sure they've dealt with other guards' suspicions and jives, but they never allowed it to get to them. They knew it was mostly jealousy due to the fact that they were the personal soldiers to the acting Magnus. Besides, they've always had each other and never really needed any more company than that. Yet this… This was pure unbridle hatred shining in those young optics. A hatred that was aimed the fire plane directly and not for the fact that he was half seeker. Seeing that look, had the flyer realizing exactly how much they had hurt their friend and had his spark sinking.

Jetstorm had followed after his twin and had also been shocked by the reaction of the minibot. Of the two of them, his brother was the most open and considerate of others. The fact that Bumblebee would flat out reject him without hesitation was… unthinkable! Yet despite his anger, the fuming scout was staying in place. Perhaps there was a chance that this friendship could still be saved. Which meant that the only way would be to explain what was going on with their systems. Also, they had to confess their intentions towards the little Autobot. "We… We is sorry." Feeling his twin's distress at possibly losing a friend, and clearing seeing the distress within the minibot; the wind brother knew he had to handle this very carefully. "We is only trying not to be hurting you."

"A little late for that don't ya think?" Bee replied with a heavy frown.

Alright that had hurt, but it was to be expected considering the situation. "Please to be understanding." The blue plane had gone as far as to kneel in front of the minibot without touching him as he tried to explain their reasoning. "Brother and I is having-" However, the exact words had stopped short in his vocal synthesizer.

The pause and the jet's odd behavior had been strange to the minibot. "What?"

"Well it is much awkward-" The blue plane admitted as he scratched at his helmet. How in the cosmos were you suppose to explain something like THAT to the mechaniod that was technically the cause for it? "You see-"

"Jetfire! Jetstorm!" The youngling trio attention had been caught by none other than Sentinel; once again, unknowingly, interfering with their private business. "We're in range of the belt! Get your collective afts to the launching pad!"

"Y-yes sir, Sentinel Magnus, sir." The fire brother called over while they saluted their commander. "We is only needing-"

"NOW!" The blue bot, not wanting to hear any excuses, stalked off after the order. He had other things to oversee besides this annoying little errand for the bots in the Cybertronian science committee.

The blue flyer stood and placed a comforting servo on his slightly younger twin and sent waves of reassurance to contradict his sorrow at being rejected and yelled at. "Brother we in needing to go." Perhaps a little time and distance would benefit them all. He could comfort his brother better once they leave the ship and allow the smaller youngling to cool down. "But when we is returning, Yellow Bumble, we is promising to be giving you the explaining." With that the two took their leave, leaving the younger scout's curiosity to act up at with suspicion.

Exactly what was so slagging awkward that they couldn't just come out and tell him? What, do they expect him to just sit and wait until they tell him? Forget that! With a huff the minibot turned and began to stomp away towards his room. Yet with every step he took… He felt as if he was backing down… "Oh no you don't…" He spun around on his wheels and sped down the hallway towards the launch bay. "You guys aren't getting away that easy!" Whatever game those two were playing, he won't lose!

Launching Bay Entrance

The hallway seemed to have blurred as the scout sped away towards his goal. Whatever is going on with those jets, he was going to find out even if he had to wield those two to the wall! He had only just reached the entrance to the launch bay when he was suddenly blocked by a tall white object. "Wow there, little Yellow!" Jazz had called out after all most getting plowed into by the speeding minibot. "Where you splittin' to?"

"I got a strut to pick with those two!" The yellow scout stated as he began to move around the larger bot in front of him.

"Yeah?" The levelheaded white cyber ninja tilted his head in curiosity while shifting to block the way yet again. He didn't think he had ever seen the little youngling so wound up. "Well, sorry Bee, but right now they have a mission to complete." The three of them must have had a dispute of some kind. That would explain the troubled look the twins had earlier. "So, unless you can fly, I guess you're gonna have to wait a spell."

"W-well- What if I volunteer to help?" The scout suggested as he considered bolting between the white ninja's legs.

Although he smiled at the offer, he also took it as a clever way of getting into a confrontation with the jets. "Appreciate it, but this assignment calls for speed and flight." He had enough experience to know that time and distance was usually best when mending fights; especially between younglings. "And no offence, but those two are the best for what's needed. You won't be able to keep up." That had seem to make the bot think as he became silent afterwards and not a nano later they both heard the twins take off. Believing that he had help to avoid a fight the ninja strolled off so that Bumblebee could mule over whatever it was he wanted to talk to the flyer when the return.

However, that wasn't what the minibot was thinking of all. "Won't be able to keep up?" Did Jazz actually just say those words to him? Did Mr. Elite Ninja actually implied that the scout didn't have what it took to match the jets? "WON'T BE ABLE TO KEEP UP?!" In his ever-impulsive way the minibot had soon charge into the launch pad, leaving skid marks on the floor from the sudden speed. "I took to the skies before the schematics for those two air helms were ever thought up!"

The twin planes had long since flown off on their mission to the belt, but haven't gone far enough for Bee to lose sight of them. The doors were sealed and the artificial gravity was back on but he could still just make out the light from their thrusters through the window. They were moving around through the darkness of space like two pairs of stars moving as one… With his boosters mods he could easily catch them.

"BEE!" Jazz's voice could be heard shouting from outside the room. The ninjabot had been halfway down the hallway when he heard the minibot's very loud cry about 'not being able to keep up' a few clicks too late to realized his mistake. He had made it just outside the entrance when a flash broke out just inside and the doors slid shut in his face. It didn't take him long to realize the scout had stung the control panel for the door causing it to initiate the emergency protocol to seal it off.

Inside the room, Bumblebee's stinger was still out and active as he quickly took aim at his next target. The controls for the artificial gravity and the launch bay doors. With one good shot, he caused the machine to malfunction and turn off the gravity and began to open the door out into space. The little yellow Autobot began floating off the floor and was soon wiggling and twisting around until he was aiming right for the open door. As he got into position, his sensitive horns picked up two sounds. One was the sound of Jazz pounding and yelling for the minibot to open the door and the other was the sound on the counsel resetting itself. It wasn't long before the doors began to gradually slide back shut as the youngling activated his boosters and launched himself right at the entrance and right out into the open regions of space.

{Deviant Art MeiCailya 's Flight of the Bumblebee}

"ANYTHING YOU CAN DO, I CAN DO BETTER!"

Open Space

Meanwhile, just ahead, the two brothers were making their way towards their target area. Their usual playful mood when it came to free flying from point A to point B had been completely replaced with one of silent forlorn. This was single handedly the WORST delta cycle of their entire function! It had been bad enough that their bodies when into their bizarre mode at such an inconvenient time, especially since they couldn't find any time or privacy to deal with it properly, but now they were are at risk of losing one of the few friends they had because of it! The situation was quickly getting way out of hand and unless they did something about it soon, they'd really be in for it.

'Brother…?' Jetstorm gave a mental prod to his twin in worry. He had been awfully quiet since the confrontation in the hallway. 'You is being most silent… Are you in worriment?'

'Yes brother…' The fire sibling responded after a while. He could still clearly envision the scout's optics in his data banks. Never in his life-stream had he ever thought he be looked at like that by another Autobot. Especially one he had considered a friend.

"Please not to be so, brother…" The wind sibling comforted his twin as best as he could through their bond as they continued to fly further away from the ship. "Soon we will be setting right the way..." This he promised with vigor. The blue plane had blamed himself for allowing this to go as far has he did. He should have explained to the minibot from the beginning what was going on with them. Perhaps if they had been honest he really would have wanted to join them. Well, he won't allow this quirk of theirs cost them their friend, but first he needed to tend to his brother before his systems suffer any further.

The two flew in silence for a few good clicks when Jetfire had then heard the soft sound of some kind of rocket turbines coming up from behind them as they flew. Curious as to what it was, the orange and white bot looked over his shoulder and had been instantly delighted by the view. "OHHOHOHO-look who is to be following, brother!"

Jetstorm had soon turned to look as his brother did to get a better view. Bumblebee had actually followed them. From what he had been able to tell the minibot had been outfitted with some kind of built in external rocket boosters. Powerful one too, considering he had nearly caught up to the twins with little time, however, with a lot of effort. The little yellow Autobot had been flailing his arms and legs as if he was swimming in order to control his flight path.

The sight had been pretty comical to the more experience flyer. "Maybe we are to be giving him flying lessons!"

Their playfulness suddenly returning, the two brothers had allowed the bright colored minibot to get within a servo's reach, then they propelled themselves forward before he could grab that their ankles. The move was fast or sudden, just a simple boost that propelled them further ahead as if they weren't in any real hurry to get where ever they were going. Bumblebee kept his focus on grabbing either one of those peds and scaring the living spark out of the two. Afterwards he was going to put the two of them in their place by proving exactly who the fasting thing is around! Now if he could just grab onto those elusive peds! Thinking that if he'd have an easier time if he just rushed them, the yellow scout blasted his thrusters and lunged right at Jetfire- Only for the brightly colored plane to 'hop' up, legs and arms spread out while the mini missile shot right under him like a reverse leap frog. The Autobot barely had time to make out the junior guard's wide grin before shooting past him. Once he had completely missed his mark, the scout had frail like crazy to steer himself around before he went soaring off into the very depths of space. His potential round the cosmos trip had been suddenly halted by two firm grips on his peds and the sound of additional thrusters propelling him back. Once the yellow speed demon had slowed down enough without the risk of him falling further into the very dark void of no return, the two brothers had released their catch and perused to leisurely hover around him.

The minibot couldn't help but feel suspicious of the two as he tried almost desperately to straighten himself out with no support. It hadn't been long before the minibot found the blue jet cursing right next to him while rotating his arms in a light mockery of his weightless swimming. "Flying for first time, huh Yellow Bumble?" The jet's grin only broadened with the scout's growing frown and growling engine until he was finally made to dodge a lunge made at him by the smaller youngling.

Missing his mark, the minibot flail to turn and go after the blue flyer, only to have the bot's orange 'clone' suddenly appeared in front of him. Upside down no less! "What the…?" Also without gravity the younger mech couldn't tell withers he was the one that was upside down or if Jetfire was. So he did was would naturally come to his processor; believed that he was right and that the jet was messing with him.

"You is needing heeelllp?" Pouting at the mischievous grin, Bumblebee attempted to grab at the orange and white bot only for his quarry to lean back just enough to dodge.

"Oh, I'll show you who needs help!" Several attempts were made, each one propelled the yellow bot a little bit forward with all his effort only for the brightly colored plane to avoid each one by leaning back quickly in response.

After the fifth attempt the yellow minibot tried a short controlled burst from his boosters to rush his target and catch him by surprise. It would have worked, if Jetfire's reaction time hadn't been so quick. The very instants he heard those loud engines practically exploded to life, the startled younger brother had bolted away and hid behind his twin. This, of course, had Jetstorm laughing hysterically while his brother had cautiously peeked over his shoulder. They had never had another bot fly with them before and the prospect of having a playmate that was just a mobile in the weightless air as they were was exhilarating!

"Ha-ha! Come brother!" Storm declared as he and his twin flew after their slightly out of control yellow friend before he flew off too far. "Let us be teaching new flyer how we do." Soon the two were teasingly teaching their new wing mate into maneuvering through airless void. Jetstorm began the lesson by circling the minbot while gently bending up and down from his waist in order to ungulate. "You needing to be using helm." It had taken him circling three times and a few minor loop-da-loops before the scout had caught on that wherever the 'head' goes, the body follows.

However, due to the slightly bulkier armor, Bumblebee hadn't been able to bend far enough to execute the maneuvers without them being too wide and unstable. That was until Jetfire came into the minibot's view with his servos fully stretched out in front of him. The extra length allowed him a better controlled flight path and demonstrated easier movability by bending at the waist. An area on Bumblebee's body that wasn't incased in thick armor. This had allowed easy flexibility when the youngling imitated the motion and found it to be most effective when steering and making wide smooth turns.

It didn't take long before the smaller Autobot's confidence to grow to the point of testing out his new found skills of aerodynamics in space. Soon enough he was doing barrel rolls, loop-da-loops, and even a few dive bombs at the jet brothers to tease them into a playful mood. However, Jetstorm, being the oldest among them, could only tolerate being a willing target for so long and instantly made a grab for the yellow bot during another dive bomb. Only to miss completely due to a well-timed swerve to the left. Jetfire, finding the failed attempt hilarious, considering Bee was still a beginner, had nearly laughed his vocals off, until he felt a semi hard pat on his back. The slightly young twin turned to find the minibot making an obnoxious face and sound and declaring that he couldn't catch him and raced off. Thus a game of space tag had begun.

Asteroid Belt

The chase had been going on for and unknown amount of time while the three younglings race after each other. They were having a blast soaring through the vast void of space as they dodged each other. Mostly Bumblebee was doing the chasing while the twins lead him on across the stars. They would allow the scout to come within inches of touching them before swerving away at the last moment to escape. More than once the yellow bot had just barely able to graze their frame as he tried to grab a hold of one of them. Their playful excitement at having somebot else flying with them had the scout temporarily forgetting the reason he had followed them out into space to begin with.

It wasn't long before the tree made it to the Asteroid Belt were Bumblebee had introduced the concept of freeze tag to the two planes and had been giving them a crash course in how to play. The rules were very interesting to the jets. The caser would do what he can to tag all of the other players, and if he managed to touch you, you would be frozen in place until the others were caught as well or one of the other players managed to tag and unfreeze you. Much to the jets' delight as they had been having a private contest to see which one of them could get their would-be plaything to come after one of them the most and wither or not they could get him to touch one of them. So far, it looked like Jetfire was winning when he mentally claimed that Bee's servo had grazed his aft when he managed to barely dodge an attempted tag from the mini pursuer. Those boosters were powerful little devices, capable of propelling their owner at his intendant target with a speed that could very well surpass their own if it wasn't for the fact that the brothers knew how to better control their flight path. Needless to say the bright colored jet was awfully giddy when he agreed to float 'frozen' in space for being 'tagged'.

Now the little scout was on the hunt for the blue twin before he could get to his mocked prisoner. During the time the wind brother had found that the yellow minibot was practically an expert at ambushed attacks. Surely he must have developed the technique on Earth while fighting the Decepticons. This made this little game all the more exciting since it exercised stealth, observation and awareness on the jet's part. Jetstorm had been using the dark background of the cosmos and his coloring to blend into the surrounding floating rocks. He more or less jumped from one hiding spot to another without the use of his thrusters, so as not to make a sound as he snuck up on his twin to free him. Yet surprisingly the blue plane hadn't been able to find any sigh of the mini hunter despite his bright yellow paint job.

Little did he know that said bot had been hiding in a small natural cubby hole in a nearby asteroid. He had learned from experience that heavy mineral deposits could easily mask a spark signature and render it undetectable. He had found this little hiding place shortly after tagging Jetfire and had ducked into it when no bot was looking. It was just big enough for him to crawl in and turn around so that he was facing the entrance and with a perfect view of his 'prisoner'. Catching the elder brother was going to be tricky enough, but with this cleaver plan, he had a chance. All he had to do was wait for a rescue attempt and BAM! He'll tackle the blue plane down and win!

Jetstorm had been getting nervous. He had gotten closer to his brother with surprising ease and there still had been no trace of Bumblebee. He hadn't even been able to sense his spark signature! How the minibot had managed to do that was beyond him, but it proved effective since the Junior Guard had absolutely no way to knowing where the repair bot was or how close he might actually be. Also he had just realized that his twin was right in the middle of a small clearing in the cluster of floating space rocks. Jetfire, bored with waiting, had been in a reclined position with his servos behind his helm, one ped resting over his opposite knee and lightly tapping at nothing. He was sure Bee wouldn't mind too much since he hadn't moved from his spot. Earlier, the fire twin had tried to get in contact with his brother to chat, but had found that Strom had blocked their bond. Most likely, it was to keep him from instinctively turning in his direction and accidently giving away his location should he sense him nearby. There had to have been a good ten astro meters of open space around him in every direction, which meant that if the wind twin wanted to free him, he'd had to expose himself completely. Jetstorm couldn't help but wonder if that had been intentional or accidental, when it had dawned on him. If Bee was going to ambush him, it would have to be the very nano he'd go for his brother!

During the last few cycles Bumblebee had started twitching with pent up energy at the prospect of beating the Junior Elite Guard. He had been watching Jetfire like a hawk for even the slightest movement that would indicate his brother was near and could barely keep himself quiet with his impulsive need to fill the silence. Yet he had been able to hold himself in check by envisioning the look on their faces when he finally bested them. He could just see it now- The twins would be bewildered by his cunning that they would have to retell the tale of how he out flew them in zero gravity. "Oh Yellow Bumble you is most swift!" "Yes, yes, we be having no chance against with you!" Optimus and his team would awed by his strategic planning that they would have to recognize him as the best of them in combat. Optimus would be proud. "Bumblebee, please forgive me for ever doubting you." Ratchet would be humbled. "I take back everything I've ever said about ya kid." Bulkhead and Sari would be even more excited at having him as a friend. "Whaoooo! What ta go Bumblebee!" "Yay! That my little buddy!" Prowl would probably even asked to train under him! "I humbly beg your forgiveness and ask to learn of your technique."

Okay maybe that was a little too much… But for sure they would have to be impressed with him to the point of growing more respectful towards him. Also, the Elite Guard would be so impressed with him that they would have to recruit him into their ranks! Maybe Jazz would want him for his team and train him to be a spy! How sweet would that be?! An elite warrior spy, sneaking right into enemy territory, snatching valuable data right from under their plates, and leading rescue missions behind Decepticon lines and- What was that?!

There had been movement from a medium size asteroid to his right. A slim figure had just slid to hid in the shadows. A blue visor had shown dimly in the darkness. Jetstorm! This was it! The minibot had instantly tensed up at the sight of his target and prepared for a sneak attack. So the yellow robot watched his intendant target and did his best to read his movements in order to predict his next course of action. From what he had been able to tell, the older jet had been hesitating on wither or not to try dashing over to the "prisoner" and unfreeze him. However, Bee had seen for himself how loyal the two siblings are and game or no game one would never leave the other behind. He just wish he'd hurry up and make a move already!

No doubt about it, Jetstorm was being watched! The blue flyer had sensed it since he had gotten this close to his brightly colored twin whom seemingly appeared to have fallen into recharge. Talk about being willing bait! Even so, he knew that if he could see Jetfire, then so can Bumblebee. The minibot just had to be somewhere nearby otherwise he would have seen him by now. There was little cover as it was, and only one way for him to get to his dear twin brother from his position. Straight ahead. If he was fast enough, he could rush right over and tag Jetfire free and both of them could fly off before Bumblebee could do anything. He was the fastest in the weightless air after all and it being such a short distance, it should be fairly simple. He had to go for it now while the coast was clear! If he hesitated any longer, the minibot could sneak up on him and capture him!

It was now or never. Simultaneously, they've activated their boosters and took aim. The two specialized mods came alive with energy and crackled with anticipation. Both exploded into action and went speeding towards the leisurely floating plane-bot at a rate so fast, all that could be seen was a blur of color. A virtual comet of blue came barreling down at the unsuspecting robot as he floated in recharge, completely unaware that he was soon to be tackled at nearly warped speed. Yet just as it came within a few astro-meters away, it was intercepted and t-boned by what could be described as a yellow shooting star. The resulting vibrations, from what would have been a gong-like sound if the surrounding atmosphere would have allowed sound to be heard, and flash of light startled Jetfire into awaking suddenly in shocked panic. Yet when he came to his senses and looked around for the source of the disturbance, there was nothing. No other bots, no ships of any kind, nothing other than floating chucks of rocks and distant stars. Without anything to identify what it was that had awakened him, and no signal from his sibling to tell that it had been him, the fire twin had soon chalked it up to his imagination and had soon leisurely lid back to return to stasis.

The impact had thrown the two completely off course and had sent crashing onto one of the larger asteroids floating a little ways away. Both youngling robots had bounced a few times from the velocity of Bee's boosters as the hard surface they collided with gradually slowed them down. Since the two of them had been in such close proximity to each other and the due to the speed they had been going at, the two Autobots had rolled into a tangled mass of limbs. Only to land in the most awkward way for anybot to land in.

Jetstorm had fallen flat on his back, servos at his side, and legs, bent at the joints and slightly spread apart. Bumblebee had landed face down, shoulders pinned under blue thighs, and head nuzzled right in the flyer's pelvic region. The blue jet transformer had simply laid there frozen, not from pain, but from the sudden lustful sensation of having a head between his thighs. His inner heat had suddenly flared full force and had active the glitch within him faster than he could have reacted. Especially the instant when the minibot began to shift and move as he slowly came back online while unintentionally rubbing against the intimate area. In that moment, all data processing with that blue helm had stopped, leaving only one specific objective to complete.

'I think I over did it…' That line of code ran through the minibot's head as his systems began to reboot. Bumblebee had been fighting through a literal buzz of heavy static in his processor. Getting banged around so roughly and at such a speed had really knocked his central systems for a loop. Thankfully, his cranial unit had landed on something remotely soft enough to cushion the fall. Considering the most logical aspect of what it could be, chances are he had landed on Jetstorm. He briefly hoped that the Junior Guard was alright, considering how hard they had collided and the fact that his twin would be too happy if anything where to have happened to his beloved twin. Once the scout regained all of his motor functions, he began to lift himself up and asked wither or not his companion was alright…

What had happened next caught the yellow Autobot completely off guard. His helm was grabbed and shoved down hard into what he had landed on. Whatever it was, it was grinding itself back into his faceplate at an urgent pace. Panicking at the fact that he was being forcible held down, Bee had begun to struggle against what was keeping him down. Yet there were limbs of some kind that had kept his servos practically restrained under the pits of his arms and pulling him closer to the object he was being rubbed against, which was getting warmer by the nano. It wasn't until a lot of bulking, twisting and turning, the young scout had finally been able to tear himself away from whatever the spark was holding him. To his confusion and shock, what he found was Jetstorm looking seriously flushed and heaving like his intakes were punctured. Before the yellow minibot could react or ask his friend what was wrong, the Junior Elite Guard had scrambled to a crouch and tackled the smaller bot down so fast that all he could do was cry out in surprise. Within nanoseconds the slim plane had his face buried in the scout's neck cables, one servo had gripped at the yellow waist while the other slither up under the yellow chest plate and fingered the protective casing of the spark.

In a desperate panic to get away from the offending bot, Bumblebee had buckled, kicked, hit and struggled violently while screaming until he had somehow managed to grab what he momentarily though was the stub of a buried rock in the asteroid. Without another thought, the Autobot had yanked the only weapon in reach and slammed it as hard as he could against his captor's helm, effectively knocking him off. However the thick protective helmet did its job well in keeping its own conscious if not daze from the blow to his delicate cranial unit. Backpedaling wildly to get away from the distracted robot, Bee had rushed to his peds and bolted in whatever direction was in front of him. Activating his boosters, the minibot had launched himself into the weightless air and straight for cover among the floating space rocks.

The yellow robot had ducked into a crater in order to hide his energy signature in the hopes of evading her pursuer. At that moment Jetstorm had recovered from his initial injury and immediately went looking for his potential toy. All reasoning had left his processor and the only objective the glitch allowed him to follow was the craving to interface. Arousal and desire had flared within his spark the moment they had touched and had it pulsating strongly with wanton lust. All the wind twin could think about was having a body moving against his, sweet cries of pleasure and pain echoing in his audios, and relishing in the delicious heat of another. Only this time, it wouldn't be just one. His spark had begun pulsing with strong waves of dominance and yearning; reaching out to its other half and greedily latching onto it. A lecherous grin had done on his faceplate at the only proof that his 'better half' had responded with surprise and immediate submission. Yes, he was sure his tantalizing first choice will enjoy some companionship whenever they had to be apart, and he'll soon have a rare opportunity of training a cute new second choice.

For his part, Bumblebee had no idea what in the cosmos was going on. It had taken every electron in his wires not to make a sound as he cautiously peeked over the rim on the crater he had hid in. His helm had been craned back as far as he could manage in order for his optics to see what was in front of him without fully revealing his brightly colored horns. He had never seen any transformer act like this before. Jetstorm had a terrifyingly bizarre look in his visor as the minibot watched him from his hiding place. His movement seemed… almost animalistic, like from those nature shows Prowl always watches. Something was definitely wrong, and if he wanted to get help, Bee would have to find a way past the blue bot without him knowing. With little options, the minibot had decided that he'd have to get to Jetfire for help. The fire twin would know for sure what could be wrong with his sibling and would know what to do in this situation. But first, Bee had to divert the flyer's attention in the opposite direction of where he wanted to go. There was no telling what could happen if Jetstorm got to his brother in this condition.

Being as quiet and as careful as he could manage, the scout slowly activated his right stinger and took aim at a small asteroid a little distance behind Jetstorm. The plane robot had begun moving in the direction of his twin's location when suddenly a bright flash shown behind him. He turned in time to see a cloud of dust floating off in a direction as if something had flow through there. Without a word, the junior guard took off in the random direction, leaving Bee free to fly off towards the only bot that could help him.

The smaller Autobot had found his companion alone, doubled over in what he could only assume was pain he was feeling from his twin. He held his head in his servos and was trying to focus past the intense feeling he was receiving from wherever his brother was at the moment. If whatever was wrong with Jetstorm was bad enough to effect his twin like this, then they really had something to worry about. "Jetfire!" Bumblebee's voice called out through the com link from somewhere behind him as the brightly colored bot tried to sort out the powerful pulses his brother had been sending him for the past few cycles. "Jetfire, its Jetstorm!" The plane robot could barely hear him as his systems synchronized with his unseen brother's pluses. Causing him to feel his core heat up with an unbelievable need. "Something wrong, he's totally malfunctioning! I think his programming got corrupted when we crashed!" The panicky little Auto had been simply hysterical with the fact that the blue Junior Guard had apparently lost his properly functioning processor and conducted and unprovoked attack on his person. Yet even with the disturbing thought that he friend could have been made deranged by his blunder, Bumblebee hadn't failed to notice that the fire twin had been unusually calm and quiet throughout his terrified rant. "Jetfire…?"

The orange and white plane-bot hadn't made a move, other than to straighten his posture out, or uttered a word for a full click. "There is no causing for worriment, Yellow Bumble." He finally stated calmly as he slowly turned towards his companion in a relaxed manner. A sly grin had been aimed rather casually at the yellow bot as the slightly younger twin gently floated over to him. "Brother is okie. I sense no trouble shooting of him."

"But you don't understand!" The panicky scout had declared as he kept looking around for the blue plane. "H-he attacked me!" The memory of being pinned down and fondled was still fresh in his storage banks and shook him to his core. "Only I don't think he knew what he was doing!" Throughout his rambling, the scout had failed to notice that the other youngling had been slowly floating over to him with a rather intrigued look in his optics. "His optics were glazed-!" All at once, the little yellow bot suddenly found his chin caught, turned, and his lip components covered by the fire twin's.

For a full cycle, Bumblebee's mind had been wiped clean. Once realization had sunk in, the minibot pulled back instantly with his servo covering his mouth and allowing what little inertia caused by the sudden movement to move him away from the flyer. Those amber optics had held the exact same look Jetstorm had in his visor. "Yellow Bumble…?" The orange and white plane had asked sweetly as he leisurely followed the scared little bot. "You is knowing the interesting thing of space?"