It was odd, with Danny staying with them at the scrapyard.
For one, he didn't sleep like the Clays did. Instead, they would catch him sleeping every few days. Meaning that if someone woke up late at night to use the toilet, they would eventually see his glowing blue eyes in the darkness. And if they did see him in the off chance he was sleeping, it scared the shit out of both parties if they accidentally walked into Danny, since he had a habit of sleeping in the air.
More than once, he had scared the living shit out of the Autobots.
If they had thought that Bumblebee was a quiet bot, in the sense that it was difficult to hear his footsteps at times.
Then Danny was like a ghost.
Granted, he already was a ghost. But what they didn't expect, would be turning around to see Danny right behind them. Or him suddenly walking through aisles to save some time.
They were perfect for each other. They still weren't sure if the pair did it on purpose, but more often than not, Bumblebee would scare you by appearing suddenly. And then Danny would get you for a double whammy by scaring you for a second time.
They quickly got used to it. And it quickly became the norm to see their leader with a small smile on his face, or to hear his laughter from somewhere in the scrapyard. After a while, Danny and Bumblebee were still somewhat spooky, but they weren't scary anymore.
It was clear that Danny was incredibly strong, much stronger than the Cybertronians. This was proved more than once when Danny had physically picked up Grim once so he wouldn't run off to do something stupid.
But despite his strength and spooky nature. It was evident that Danny was a very gentle and caring person at his core. He had taken the time to learn a few things so he could help Fixit in the event that a medic was needed for one of the bots. If one of the Clays needed help with more human-sized things, Danny was right there, ready to help. And Bumblebee was the exact same, in his own Cybertronian way.
They weren't scary, the team had no reason to be scared of them.
Until they were given a reason.
It had been a mission that had gone severely wrong. Bumblebee himself still wasn't sure how it exactly went wrong.
All he knew was that they were deserted in the middle of the forest, with their communications cut off.
And he was the only one who was still standing. His downed team members were right behind him, and he was protecting them fiercely. He ducked behind the giant bolder they were behind.
He gritted out his words," Damage report." He was aware that he was falling back into the mindset he had during the war. But now was not the time to not treat it as a life or death situation.
He reloaded his blaster, resisting the urge to use his bioweapons that were built into his arms.
As soon as he heard a lull in the shooting, he took his chance and returned fire. He still had no idea who they were up against, he had yet to get a chance to look at the cons.
He heard a grunt from Sideswipe," Grim 'n' s'rong," He scrunched up his enstril at the way Sideswipe was slurring his words.
Great.
"are ss'll dow'." And Sideswipe clearly had some sort of concussion.
Bumblebee flinched when he felt a shot almost burn his upper leg and scooted over for more cover.
There was no way they were all going to get out of this one.
It was times like this where he missed having a large team like he did back with Optimus.
He clicked his blaster one more time only for it to let out a pitiful click. He let out a growl of frustration and threw his now useless blaster off to the side.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
With a flick of his wrists, he called for his bioweapons, his hands being replaced with the arm cannons that he was so familiar with. His helmet covered his face, the eyepieces that were built into it allowing Bumblebee to dissect the situation.
He leaned out from behind the bolder, the scope in his helmet quickly zoning in on the cons that were currently running from cover to cover in the forest. The cons noticed his helm peaking out, and the moment they made eye contact, Bumblebee just barely managed to keep his helm on his shoulders.
The sound of Strongarm groaning back to life caught his attention. He briefly looked over at her to make sure she was conscience," Strongarm," he returned fire, using his free arm to sign something to her.
As soon as he heard her start to question his plan, he knew that she had understood his signs," Strongarm!" channeling every bit of Ratchet energy that he had. He grabbed her by the collar and snarled into her face," Do not make me repeat myself!"
He could tell that he startled her with his reaction, he had never spoken to her like that. But there wasn't enough time for her to be questioning him.
He almost shoved her away and as he let his scouting protocol activate to let him blend in with his surroundings, he spoke," You're in charge if I don't come back," he took out the weapons he had long put away. They were pristine and undamaged, the work of his self-repairing system at its finest. Even the dagger that he had built into the calf compartment was still in mint condition.
As he holstered the knife onto his belt, he said.
"Tell Danny I'm sorry."
He threw himself into combat.
The motions of jumping and dodging were almost sickeningly familiar with his current gear. All he needed was the sound of a small femme next to him, and it would be like he was with Arcee again.
A whipping of his servos and one of the con's servos were pinned to the ground, his dagger pinning it to the earth.
A timely blast and dirt was blinding the cons.
A swift flip in the air, and he was almost on top of the cons.
Almost.
There was another one.
One that they didn't see.
It was always a weird sensation, to be shot.
At first, it was just the vague feeling of being jerked backward, and a pressure on your chassis. The pressure quickly became a burning sensation, and the burning sensation quickly became a sharp pain that would become overwhelming for inexperienced bots.
By the time his body started to process what just happened, the cons were already on top of him. The only thing he could do was curl up to try and protect his body.
He really hopes Strongarm got the others out.
There would be no point to this if she didn't.
Shit.
Danny was going to kill him.
Oh, that wasn't going to be fun.
He grabbed onto one of the limbs that had stayed for a little bit too long on his chassis. Digging his claws into metal, he twisted.
He had learned as a police lieutenant, he had to avoid injuring criminals on Cybertron. It didn't look good if he injured every bot he came across as an authority figure. It didn't look good on him as an individual, it didn't look good on him as a war veteran, and it didn't make the police force look good.
It was a good thing that this wasn't Cybertron.
The con let out a shriek that rattled his audio processors, but he didn't stop.
He twisted until he heard a very audible snap. And kept on going. He could already hear Fixit scolding him for crippling a bot on a routine mission.
At this point, he was hoping he would return to hear the scolding.
Something knocked his servos away, and he felt the leg be pulled away from his grasp.
There was another solid knock against his helm, and he couldn't stop the way everything went fuzzy.
Strongarm flinched when she saw Danny walking out of the ground bridge.
She had seen the halfa (as he calls it) in many different ways. He's seen him when he was sleepy when he was excited when he was in a playful mood.
And he looked murderous.
He didn't walk out of the portal. He stalked out of the portal.
He was already snarling when he walked out, his bright green eyes glowing intensely from the emotions. His fangs were bared and his claws were out.
"Get inside." His voice grated against her audio receptors. But there was something inside of her that told her that she needed to shut up and listen.
He seemed to be just as powerful as they told her.
Danny's eyes narrowed at the sight of his close friend being pummeled by the cons. He felt his lips curl back.
He felt a semblance of pride in the bot when he saw Bumblebee twist the bots ankle until a sickening snap was heard. But the sight of Bee getting a swift kick to the face filled him with rage.
Now there was a plus side to being an immortal being that was also the rare halfa, and the king of the ghost zone. The longer you live.
The stronger you get.
As soon as his duplicate placed his dear friend right behind him, icing over his injuries to prevent infection and more damage. Danny took in a deep breath.
And he screamed.
And he screamed until he felt like the bots got what they deserved, and as much as he wanted to feel their souls slipping to the other side, he knew that Bumblebee wouldn't be happy with him if he did.
Cutting off the scream, he snarled out a few vicious curses that would have had Sams toes curling before ordering his duplicates to grab the cons.
He rushed back to Bumblebees side, almost crying in relief when he saw that he was still breathing.
He just found Bee.
He wasn't going to lose him.
Bumblebee groaned as he came out of stasis.
His body was aching terribly and he felt like just opening his optics to see was the biggest struggle of his life.
And he was cold.
A servo that was blissfully warm was placed against his forearm," Lieutenant?"
Maybe Fixit will tell him why he feels like garbage, and why he was so cold.
He grunted out an answer, letting Fixit know that he was awake.
"-Strongarm!" he had tuned out the words and only heard the last phrase.
The name of the femme was enough to make him wake up completely and sit up ramrod straight on the trailer.
How he regretted that.
A strangled gasp escaped his dermas, his servo going to his chassis out of reflex as he collapsed back onto the trailer.
"Easy!" Fixit was almost scolding him.
So he did survive to get scolded by the mini-bot.
"Danny managed to seal your injuries with his ice," That's why he was so cold," but you are still recovering Lieutenant!"
The sound of his friend's name made him crack his optics open.
It was night, and it looked like only Fixit and himself were awake.
If he had the energy, he would have rose his ridge at the way Danny was quietly sleeping a few feet above and to the left. He looked as tired as he felt.
Fixit noticed his gaze and looked at the halfa," Oh yes. He exhausted himself watching over you after rescuing you."
He would have to thank Danny the next chance he gets.
"Were you aware just how powerful Danny is?"
He didn't.
But he could infer. He had told him that Danny had won the Ghost King title through battle.
"He's the ghost king," He mumbled out. His voice was groggy with sleep and exhaustion," Strong as shit."
He finally let his optics close, he was too exhausted to keep them open. He could distantly hear Fixit talking, probably scolding him for his language, but he was too tired to process the words.
He really needs to thank Danny.