Note: this is probably the longest chapter I've written so far. And again, I'm not good with this kind of things so flames are actually accepted. But please, don't criticize. I will consider you an idiot with no life and future if you do.

Disclaimer: H.A.S.B.R.O

Warning: queerness.


"You're still watching?"

The girl in uniform asked tiredly to the striped Camaro. He only gave a nod to the girl.

"Aren't you tired of watching these videos?" Spark sighed.

"No." The robot simply replied.

"Bumblebee, I need an answer quick or I won't be able to have the strength to resurrect your friend."

That made the scout go rigid and turn his head towards Spark. He looked at the girl with doubt, as if he is still uncertain about his answer.

"I... haven't thought about it, sorry. Just give me fifteen minutes, I'll give you my answer." Bumblebee said stiffly.

She grumbled some incoherent words and shifted her movement. "Alright, but can you at least make it quicker, less than fifteen minutes will be great." The black-haired girl said before dissolving into nothingness once more.

The Camaro sighed, he couldn't come up with a conclusion to his feelings and thoughts, he hated Jazz for ignoring him like he never met him in the first place, but the ignorance his friend made was because he was confused about his feelings and denying it. The main thing is, he doesn't know if he felt the same way about the silver mech. He always thought that he have feelings for a certain pink femme, but the way the silver mech looked at him, the way he talked at him, the way he joked with him, it made him kinda.... happy. The thought made him even more puzzled. He have to make a decision fast, does he want Jazz to live again and probably get stuck in this feelings for quite a long time, or go back alone without his friend and move on with his life.

Minutes past and a figure started to fade in. Spark appeared to be very tired and started to dawdle to the yellow bot.

"Are you done thinking yet Bee? 'Cause I don't think I can keep you here any longer." She said wearily.

The mech was silent and still, not giving the girl an answer.

".... Bumblebee?" she asked again, concerned of his quietness.

He again, kept silent, he showed no expression and no indication on moving or so talking. The black-haired girl frowned.

"You do know if you don't give me a reply soon, you'll never gonna have him back again. It's not in everyday life that you get to revive a friend from the dead because of sympathy." Spark half joked half serious, but also uncaring.

Bumblebee still kept quiet, but turned his head turned towards the half sleepy girl with a contemplate look. After another moment of silence from the unresponsive scout, Spark was about to say a few words until the Camaro beat her to it.

"Yes."

"What?" The girl said, surprised that he actually said something.

"Yes, I want him to go back." Bumblebee answered entirely.

Spark, who is finally relieved the yellow bot answered, gave a thankful sigh and sat down cross-legged.

"Alright, I'm not gonna ask you to think about it again because that has to be your final answer, capisce?"

Bumblebee only nodded.

"Now, because you agreed to bring your friend back to life, I have to take something from you."

The scout was about to retort before Spark raised one of her hand and curled it into a fist and the Camaro quickly quieted.

"That's not a permission. Here's the deal, I'll give him to you, and you have to give me something back. But, and it's a big but, if he doesn't feel needed or is suddenly heartbroken and wanting to go back to the whelm, and you can't change his mind for over three days top, he will go back and stay there forever and the object that I took from you will go back to you. Get the picture?"

The yellow mech can only nod because he seems to be depleted of speech.

"And, you also need to convince him to stay in the first three hours of his revival. Or the deal is also off."

He nodded again.

"Good," She uncurled her fist and Bumblebee gasped slightly.

"There's one thing I don't understand Spark." The yellow mech said. "Why do I need to convince him to stay in the first three hours?"

Spark snorted, as if the answer is already obvious, that's because it's actually is.

"Didn't Ratchet told you about Ironhide?"

A nod.

"Didn't he explained to you about his reaction to him when he became conscious?"

Another nod, but slower.

"So, now you got your answer. Satisfied?"

And another nod.

"Now if you don't mind, I'll take your vocalizer, it seems to be an object you like right now." Bumblebee whined but nodded. "Now I'm asking you one more time, do you still want him back? Even if it risks your vocalizer?"

He looked at her with hatred, keeping Jazz a secret from his leader is one of the reason why he doesn't want his vocalizer ripped off in he first place. He wouldn't even be here if he hadn't ratted the medic. Bumblebee started to process on the benefit on doing this. The results were, surprisingly, the same. If he had betrayed Ratchet, his vocalizer would be literally destroyed, knowing Ratchet with a vengeance is terrifying, but Optimus would not punish him and he would be out of judgment, except that the medic will totally hate him for life. On the other hand, he would also end up without a vocalizer, Prime will officially kill them, but over all of that, his best friend will be alive. Correct that, his infatuation will be alive.

"Will you hurry it up already? It's simple really, if you don't want your voice being taken away, you can just reject the deal and be gone with it. But if you want your so called friend alive, you'll just have to live without verbalization." Spark spat out, getting impatient.

Bumblebee looked at her with small confidence but answered anyways.

"Yes..."

Spark sighed again in relief and stood up.

"If that is your final decision. And I hope it is."

She dissolved into nothingness and he immediately fell into the darkness. He looked everywhere in panic for the small girl, but everywhere he look there was only pitch-black. His intakes started rapidly in his stress as he mutely stared at the darkness above, hoping he could go back to the world he was once at. He unexpectedly stopped falling and started to float again, but he couldn't breathe. Alarmed by this, he struggles to try to get out from this place, this strange place he hated. Then something flashed to his optics, almost blinding him.

He activated his optics, he heard two voices talking.

"What do you think?"

"Bumblebee, that's a nice name. Then he shall be Bumblebee."

He was holding a hand tightly.

"Bumblebee let go! I'm busy, go and play with someone other than me."

He glared angrily at the mech.

"You promised!"

He collapsed into his knees as he finally passed the line. A bulky black mech came up to him.

"Hmm, not bad, for a rookie. But you've only passed the first section of this class."

He groaned painfully but eventually forced himself to stand up.

"Get away from me!"

He shouted as he ran as fast as he could to get away from a group of mechs that are hot on his trail. He ran through the empty hallways of the academy, blindly going anywhere to hide or for help. Unfortunately for the yellow bot, he turns to a dead end and is now cornered by the mechs. He curled himself into a ball and covers his head, expecting the pain to come like they always do to him.

The scout gazed dumbly at the numerous events he has been through, there was so many of it. There were memories of the time when he's in the academy, his family caring and ignoring him, the countless time he was alone in his dark room, other bots rejecting and harassing him and many other memories. He got lost in them and eventually forgot that he was scared and paid no attention to his intake cycles.

"Hi, my name's Bumblebee."

The yellow mech jerked his head towards a scene where he is meeting someone.

"Nice to meet you,"

A familiar voice said. He immediately recognizes who it was.

"I'm Jazz,"

He is smiling at him. That genuine smile he rarely shows at public. He felt unreasonably happy when he saw him like that and frowned when the image disappears. He missed his smile, he missed his laugh, he missed his jokes and pranks, and he missed his rare bashfulness. But he won't admit to that feeling, the feeling on the back of his processor that is grinning and nudging at him right now. He couldn't, he shouldn't. He is his best friend, he can't fall in love with him, he just can't! It's wrong and uncanny! It's completely absurd! The mech is only his best friend, nothing more... But why does a part of him accept that? The part of him that feels jubilant whenever he sees the silver mech. The part of him that wanted nothing more than to hold the mech and comfort him when he's sad. The part of him that feels dejected when the mech ran away from him. The part of him that felt heartbroken as he sees the mech being torn apart. Damn it! Why can't he completely refuse that feeling? Refuse to the fact that a part of him loves Jazz...

His train of thoughts was suddenly stopped as he felt someone hugging him tight, and without warning, he was pulled up with much so much force like a rocket being ignited. He couldn't see the face of the personage as the head was buried in his neck. He tensed at the cold contact and started to struggle.

"Relax Bee, it's me." a voice murmured.

He froze at that statement. Could that be?

"Don't be scared, everything's gonna be alright."

He relaxed and couldn't help but snicker a bit.

"Since when is everything is alright when you say that?" the scout asked.

"Just now actually."

The head turned to look up at Bumblebee. A light suddenly appeared above their heads, it makes the familiar figure luminescence and Bumblebee have no doubts on saying who that is.

"Jazz..." he said with a bright smile.

"Good to see you too Bee." The silver mech said cheerfully.

Without deliberately thinking, the yellow mech wrapped his arms around the waist of the silver mech tightly, suddenly feeling warm and joyful at the inside. He smiled at the face in front of him. He can't imagine that looking at the silver mech made him all content inside like bumblebees wavering around in the inside of his tanks. The it hit him, real hard as if to say "How could you be so blind and stupid!", that's because he is blind and stupid, at least pretending to be that way.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you." He whispered softly.

The light became brighter.

"I've missed you too." Jazz whispered back.

The light again shines brighter.

Their heads moved closer, and closer, and closer still that their foreheads touched, until the gleaming silver mech leaned his head more that his lip component brushed the scout's. Bumblebee fully sealed the kiss with a pull of his head towards the other.

The light beamed so vivid it blinds them. But their optics are offline at the gentle kiss. The sensation makes Bumblebee feel careless to everything around him, like it's only the both of them no one/thing else. Jazz promptly pulled him tighter as he felt he was vanishing away and frowned. It's too fast, he's going away too quickly, he wanted to stay a little longer, to hold the mech he always had loved more and never to let go.

"Don't go." He whimpered sadly.

"I won't." The other said reassuringly.

"Please."

"I'll be with you."

"Don't leave me."

"I promise."

"Will you stay?"

"Forever."

With those last words, the silver figure of the former second-in-command disappeared and the coldness returns rapidly. He then felt himself suffocating and started to take in a little fright. He heard voices calling to him in desperation. He began flickering his optics on and off and started to see blurry visuals. His intakes can suddenly grasp the air and pulled it in. He seized is body up abruptly as he gasped heavily and shot up his optics widely.

"Bumblebee!" a feminine voice called out.

No, it couldn't be her.

"Arcee?"


(Gasp) it's Arcee.... why gasp?

Btw, I think that robot don't really have genders, like monosexual (if there is such a word). And the he and she part, the masculine looking one is the he while the feminine looking one is the she. But that's just what I think.

I know what you're thinking, Bumblebee isn't suppose to speak at the end, don't worry he's actually not

Ps: I think I'll change the summary to a more appropriate one.

- AND EDITED! 9-12-08. Read this again to understand chapter 11