Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters, Hasbro & Paramount Pictures does.
I would like to thank MoonstarWorld for all of the wonderful suggestions s/he has kindly given me over the past month or so, and that quite a few of the idea's have allowed my imagination to produce many of the works that you have seen written. So I would simply like to give him/her a special thank you.
And yes, I know that the Optimus/Megatron/Bumblebee brother relationship seems very complicated and confusing, but I want it to be rather confusing for all of them (especially Bumblebee) since the little guy had a very unusual creation. I just hope that you all are willing to bear with me as I explore this new relationship that I am trying to write. It is very difficult and if it seems too weird, just let me know, okay. Thank you.
Now remember, Bumblebee may seem OOC here because he is very young, practically a baby-bot. This is how some of my very little cousins and much younger brother would probably act in a situation like this, so be open-minded and nice, please. Bumblebee would want that.
Little Brother - Chapter VII - Bumblebee II
The towering walls of the massive room made Bumblebee feel even smaller than he usually did, which was saying a lot since he was a very small bot to begin with. Every step he took brought him a little closer to the one object that could both save and destroy his race. The ghostly pulse of energy that coursed through the rugged hallways was unlike anything Bumblebee had ever felt before, the continuous vibrations of power making his young spark shudder with both excitement and anxiety.
The All-Spark.
Bumblebee gazed up at the titanic cube, his small body shivering at the sight of it and his light blue optics glowing eerily as invisible tendrils of energy twisted throughout the frigid air. He clicked in wonder, slowly reaching out and running his fingers over the rough surface. The feel of the Cybertronian glyphs beneath his fingers sent a large surge of energy through the minibot, his internal systems revving as the cube began to shift and compress unto itself.
"Whoa, whoa, he's doin' somethin'," murmured Robert Epps, the friendly human soldier who had been excited to walk alongside Bumblebee astroseconds ago, "He's doin' somethin'."
Bumblebee took a deep breathe and closed his optics, allowing the overwhelming power of the All-Spark to freely flow throughout his battered body and weave through his processor and CPU. The gears and gyros of his mutilated voice capacitor grinded together painfully, twisting and turning into their rightful spots. His spark reached out to the Cube, crackling with a new vigor and bubbling with unanswered questions. However, there was one question above all others that Bumblebee wished to know the answer too…
Who is my Creator? Bumblebee asked tentatively, his young processor soothed by the great warmth of the All-Spark and quietly buzzing with anticipation. Please, I ask for nothing more than to know who brought me into the world.
A quiet voice drifted into Bumblebee's processor, softly whispering, You already know the answer to such a question, little one. The voice gently soothed his young spark and continued to whisper, You have known since the beginning for your Creator has been with and loved you unconditionally since the moment of your birth.
A brilliant warmth suddenly enveloped Bumblebee's entire frame and conquered the yawning darkness that had haunted him, his young spark instinctively recognizing the powerful pulses that the All-Spark presented to him. No other being in the whole universe had the same intense and loving spark that this familiar person possessed, every molecule of his spark an oasis of love that had lulled Bumblebee into slumber more times than the youngling could ever recall. The All-Spark presented Bumblebee with the almighty pulse of his Creator's spark, and Bumblebee recognized it within an astrosecond…
Optimus Prime.
The young scout gasped, his light blue optics misting over and his throbbing spark twisting within its protective casing, desperately reaching out to the being that had single-handedly created it. Bumblebee shook his head vigorously and gazed at the shifting Cube, his processor overrun with questions that only the great Optimus Prime, his creator, could answer. Every single question began with 'why?'
Why did Optimus never tell him of their relation?
Why did Optimus want to create a sparkling?
Why did Optimus even bother to create him?
And was there a femme involved? Did he have another Creator?
Or had Optimus discovered another way that only he, the holder of the Creation Matrix, could create life?
Did that mean that Optimus was both his Creator and his…brother?
Bumblebee shifted uneasily, the sudden relief that had swarmed through his young processor and spark slowly dissipating as cold realization dawned on him. Another being that was of relation to him was sleeping within the next room, locked in a deep cryostasis that did not stop his darkened spark from reaching out to the smaller being. The little spy turned to briefly gaze in the other chamber's direction, Megatron's intense interest in him and his aversion to physically causing harm to the young mech suddenly becoming clear to the Autobot.
Memories of Tyger Pax haunted his processor once again, Bumblebee desperately trying to uncover the hazy files that he had hidden away vorns ago. He had been so beaten by the time news of the All-Spark had reached the Decepticon Lord that he had not even been able to see clearly out of his optics. He could faintly remember hearing Swindle and the others curse in anger before a vicious hand had seized—
Bumblebee froze, his whole frame going rigid as understanding dawned on him. It had not been Swindle's thick, stubby fingers that had seized him by the throat, but vicious claws that had wrapped around his small head and furiously demanded to know where the Autobot forces had taken the Cube. Swindle had been demanding to kill the small Autobot, telling his leader that keeping the young scout around was useless and time-consuming. After all, no puny, little Autobot scout would be privy to the information that was dispersed within the Autobot's inner circle and higher chain of command.
"The All-Spark! Where is it?" Swindle's raspy voice had demanded, his cannons and lasers searing painfully through Bumblebee's smaller body, "Tell us and your death will be mercifully swift." Bumblebee had simply glared at the 'Con, his hazy blue optics stubborn and unwavering. "Defy us…and your agony will never end! Speak!"
In spite of this, Megatron had refused to allow the con-man to finish off the young Autobot and had simply stood off to the side throughout the entire interrogation. Until word of the All-Spark had reached his receptors, then Megatron had gone fritzy and had grabbed the little bot by his throat. Nevertheless, Bumblebee had refused to speak one word and had been so battered and beaten by that point that he really had had no idea of what was going on around him.
The hazy files were clarified by the power of the All-Spark, their content shocking the young mech who had worked so hard to repress them over the past few vorns. But the young scout needed to know what had happened because the mystery behind the Lord of the Decepticons puzzled him even more so than his own creation.
"I will kill him for this," Megatron had snarled, his unbridled anger piercing into Bumblebee's sensitive spark like an energon knife, "He has taken away what is mine!!"
The fury behind Megatron's words had terrified every mech in the room except for the tiny minibot whom the demon-like lord had pinned beneath him. Unfortunately, the overwhelming anger that had coursed through the titanic 'Con's processor had then caused him to commit an act that would forever scar both Decepticon Lord and the young mech that was at his unforgiving mercy. Rage had clouded his thoughts, allowing him to forget himself and whom he was holding and commit a horrid act against this tiny bot…
This little brother whom he had never known.
Vicious claws had ripped into the delicate gears and gyros of Bumblebee's voice capacitor, tearing through the irreparable apparatuses that lie beneath the thin outer armor that rested below his jaw-line. The short, piercing scream of indescribable pain had been what snapped Megatron out of his enraged haze, his blood red optics gazing at the voice capacitor dangling within his energon-covered claws.
The last thing Bumblebee had heard after his voice capacitor had been ripped from his throat had been the agonized and tortured cry of an uncontrolled warrior as he ascended into the darkening sky as fast as his jet engines would allow, explosions shaking the halls as the Autobot forces collided with the Decepticons.
The search for the All-Spark within the deepest reaches of space had finally begun.
For the first time in his life, Megatron had flown away from an enemy with regret and the foreign pang of guilt gripping at his spark. It was a feeling that the Decepticon Lord had never felt before, and probably would never feel again, unless it involved the young Autobot that he himself had left for dead. Nevertheless, the All-Spark had soon become his main priority and had successfully pushed the young bot out of his fanatical processor.
For the time being, at least.
However, Bumblebee had miraculously survived his torture sessions at Tyger Pax and had recovered from the near-fatal injuries, his crushed and useless vocal capacitor the only outward sign of his former wounds. The harrowing near-death experience had only made the young Autobot even more determined to track down both Megatron and the All-Spark. As long as Bumblebee didn't run into Swindle again, he would be fine.
Everything about the con-man now terrified the young mech, a sudden fear that he was ashamed of and was well-aware that the entire crew had noticed his nervous trembles whenever the 'Con's name was mentioned in a conversation. Every time he either heard the name or thought of the 'Con, Bumblebee could feel every molecule of his spark shake in remembrance of the atrocities that Swindle had committed against both his comrades and himself.
Bumblebee had been very surprised when a certain short-tempered and psychotic warrior mech had comforted him shortly after he had awoken from recharge. Sunstreaker had been very quiet, his dark blue optics giving away the simmering anger that had lurked just below the surface of his unusually cool and nonviolent demeanor. The young Autobot had later found out from Sideswipe that Sunstreaker had encountered Swindle in a nearby hallway shortly after Megatron had flown after the All-Spark.
The aggressive Autobot and capitalistic Decepticon had encountered one another a few corridors down from the interrogation sight. Of course, Sunny had then proceeded to beat the slagging Pit out of the 'Con, only stopping when the ceiling had collapsed and separated the two warring mechs. Then, when Bumblebee had finally been able to tell his fellow Autobots about his torturer…well, to say the least, Sunstreaker had fritzed and had had to be deactivated and hauled down to the brig by five other mechs.
"I'm going to rip him limb from limb!" Sunstreaker had snarled, turning to gaze at Optimus and Ironhide with blazing optics, "And you can't stop me!!"
Sunstreaker had been secretly hunting the Decepticon entrepreneur when the little scout had left, the need for revenge eating at his spark and the instinct to protect his little buddy from future harm overriding many of his rationale systems. If the warrior Autobot ever encountered Swindle again, he would personally guarantee that the con-man would never sell another piece of scrap ever again.
The shock of this sudden knowledge blinded Bumblebee for a few long moments, until the loud sound of explosions filtered into his audio receptors and his voice capacitor twisted with a final, painful click. His optics cleared and his internal systems whirred and his processor worked itself into overdrive as his spark reached out to the two beings that had shaped his young life.
One light, one dark.
The All-Spark seemed to crackle with energy, Bumblebee's small hands holding it with deft fingers and his bright blue optics gazing around the chamber at the little humans that stood amongst him.
"Message from star fleet, Captain— let's get to it!" Bumblebee chirruped. The little bot wasn't quite sure what it was, but there was just something about John Wayne and Star Trek voices that was really catchy when used in sound bytes.
"He's right, we stay here we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar," said Will Lennox, staring at the Sector 7 agents with steely eyes and a deep frown, "Mission City's twenty-two miles away. We're gonna sneak that cube out of here and we're gonna hide it somewhere in the city."
"Good! Right!" agreed the Secretary of Defense. The man certainly had no issue with taking matters seriously when actions were needed, unlike his fellow government associates and top secret organization operatives.
"But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force," warned Lennox, "Sir, you've got to figure out some way to get word out to them." He turned to his men, "Let's move."
"This place must have some kind of radio link," reasoned Keller, turning to the antsy agent beside him, "Short wave, there should be."
"Yes, of course," agreed Simmons, "In the alien archives, Sir, there's an old army radio console…"
"Will it work?"
"I…mean, I don't know, but…" Simmons made wild gestures with his arms and officially convinced Bumblebee that some organics were simply too difficult to process without fear of causing his processor a permanent glitch.
Bumblebee quickly transformed into his alternate mode when the soldiers began to move out, opening his doors when Lennox yelled, "Alright, Sam, get into the car! Mr. Secretary, get our birds into the air and when we get to the city we're gonna find a radio and contact the jets! Lets do this!"
The shrill sirens of the Hoover Dam resounded throughout the surrounding area as the icy prison that had held Megatron for over a vorn slowly began to melt beneath the desert heat. Bumblebee could feel the Decepticon Lord, his own older brother, reaching out to him through their spark-bond. Every tendril of darkness that gripped at his young spark held a new meaning, completely different now that Bumblebee knew the truth that was behind his creation.
Mine!!
Bumblebee accelerated into overdrive as the vast desert landscape began to unfold around them and the glowing presence of another being soothed his quivering spark. The young scout clicked happily, immediately responding to Optimus' warmth and wasting no time in reaching out to the Autobot commander. Sweet relief spread into the youngling's spark before another wave of love and reassurance came from Optimus and soothed all of his prior worries away.
Optimus was here. Everything would be fine now.
"It's Optimus," stated Sam, relief clear in his voice at the sight of the approaching blue-and-red-flamed Peterbilt.
Bumblebee revved his engine in greeting and sent messages to each of the older mechs as they made swift U-turns behind the caravan of military vehicles. Every single one of the messages was responded too with relieved posts, emotions running high at the sight of their youngest member. The jovial honking made Bumblebee shudder with self-assurance and the young minibot simply basked in the protective presence of his fellow Autobots.
Little one… echoed Optimus' voice, the emotion behind those two familiar words soothing Bumblebee and almost giving him the much needed courage to confess all of his recent discoveries to the powerful Autobot commander.
I forgive you, replied Bumblebee, his feelings strong and firm towards the subject that he knew would haunt his commander's processor, And don't argue with me on this, sir.
The young mech's receptors were met with tense silence before a wave of warmth and affection drifted through their spark-bond. Bumblebee inwardly smiled at the colossal mech's form of apology and immersed himself in the comforting love that Optimus freely projected through their bond. No being could soothe him like Optimus Prime, his Creator, his protector, the mech that gave him the gift of life.
His charismatic commander and loving older brother.
Bumblebee gazed at the approaching skyline of Mission City, falling back to drive between Jazz and Ironhide and allowing their familiar presence to calm his jittery nervous system. He could feel Sam and Mikaela shuffling around inside of him, their movements anxious and jerky as the Autobots exited onto one of the main highways leading into the large metropolis.
The sound of police sirens could be heard in the far distance, Bumblebee revving his engine anxiously as Jazz pulled up beside him and gave him a gentle nudge on his rear bumper. Bumblebee knew that the older mech was simply relieved to see him, and gladly sped up to drive beside the Special Operations officer as the sound of crashing cars could be heard clearly behind them.
The Decepticons had arrived.
"No, no, no, no," chanted Sam, leaning over Mikaela to see out the driver's side.
"What?!" demanded Mikaela, frightened by the nervous tremors in Sam's voice.
"It's the same cop!" Sam replied, straining to get a good look at the approaching Decepticons, "Block him! Block him! Block him!"
Ya ready, lil' buddy? asked Jazz, his engines revving as the clear roars of their enemies echoed from behind, It's now or never.
Ironhide and Ratchet drove alongside Optimus Prime, their strong frames forming an impenetrable wall around the almighty Autobot commander. It was not until the large mech demanded that the two other Autobots head into the city and allow him to deal with the incoming Decepticon that the Hummer and Topkick left the flaming Peterbilt's side. It was their loyalty to their cause and their concern for the youngling that forced them to obey their leader and leave his omnipresent side.
Send his slaggin' aft to the fraggin' Pit, Optimus! growled Ironhide, his powerful engine roaring as he blazed ahead to protectively drive beside Bumblebee and gently push the young mech to the far lane. There was no way in the Pit that he was letting the young Autobot out of his optical sight ever again.
Bring it on! replied Bumblebee, the sound of Optimus' gears and gyros twisting to his left ringing in his receptors, I'm not afraid of them.
"Oh, my God!" gasped Mikaela, her eyes widening as the beast-like Decepticon transformed and then ruthlessly tore through a large bus on the center lane.
That's our Bee!
The Pontiac Solstice and Chevrolet Camaro blazed into the city, their commander staying behind to take on the massive Constructicon known as Bonecrusher before he had a chance to reach the city. Bumblebee knew in his spark that Optimus was one of the best fighters in the universe, but the loss of his commander's frame from his optical sight did not do much to settle his frazzled nerves.
Bumblebee could faintly hear Lennox and his men discussing the arrival of the Air Force jets and the helicopters that would extract the Cube from the city. Within less than half a breem, the sounds of a fighter jet could be zooming above the city and the youngling felt his guardian shift uneasily beside him. The F-22 flew low around the skyscrapers and Bumblebee unconsciously shifted towards Ironhide as Sam and Mikaela stepped onto the street.
The F-22 flew even lower amongst the skyscrapers. Way too low to be safe.
"It's Starscream!" yelled Ironhide, quickly transforming and running towards the many abandoned trucks down the city street. "Back up! Take cover!" Of course, the older Autobot wasn't exactly expecting the little mech that appeared at his side. "Bumblebee?!"
Bumblebee simply ignored his guardian and grabbed the side of the largest truck, lifting the vehicle around the front while Ironhide gripped the right side. The older mech strained every joint in his frame to hold the bulk of the weight, desperately gesturing for the youngling to get his little aft behind him. There was no way in the Pit that the little bot—
"Back up! Back up!" Ironhide yelled, his spark pounding in his chest as he heard the sound of Starscream's engines draw closer and closer. Finally, Ironhide could take it no more and he let out a deep breath as he held the entire truck up with one mighty arm and grabbed the youngling, dragging him to his side and quickly shifting his hands once again as Bumblebee attempted to help him. "Incoming!"
BOOM!!!
Starscream launched his missiles at the street full of humans and Autobots, aiming specifically for the two mechs that stood behind the uplifted truck. One missile slammed into the front of the truck whilst the other collided directly with the small yellow Autobot that stood to the left of the old weapons specialist.
The youngling, thought Starscream, remembering several incidents long ago when he had seen the tiny bot firmly tucked within the protective arms of the older Autobots or clinging onto one of their towering legs, What a pleasant surprise.
Bumblebee gasped, the brutal impact of Starscream's missiles launching him from the protective safety of the truck and Ironhide and catapulting him into a nearby building at break-neck speeds. Horrible pain seared through his lower half, his legs burning like an oven as his processor whirled and churned when his head slammed into a concrete wall to the left of the truck. Black clouded his vision as the world seemed to slow down around him, every little particle and slight sound hurting his frazzled processor.
Optimus! Bumblebee thought, his whole frame burning in unimaginable pain as the shouts of humans echoed around him, Optimus!
A dark presence grasped at his spark, thick tendrils of darkness wrapping around his young spark and causing him to shudder in sudden fear for those around him.
Megatron!
Yay!! Another chapter, and it seems that there will be two more chapters to come as well. My goodness, I never expected this story to be this long, but I think that Bumblebee's point of view is very interesting and I am having a lot of fun exploring it. I only hope that you enjoy reading it as well. I personally think that more people should write about his relationship with the other Autobots. I mean, he has been around them for a couple millions years after all. But that's just me.
And I plan to finish this story off before I continue with Youngling and then start another short story about Bumblebee when he was really little. I promise that I'll update by this weekend. What can I say, school, sports, and work have been killing me here. Thank you for reading and I hope it lived up to your expectations!!
