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Author's Note: (blinks stupidly for a minute) I… forgot what I was gonna say. ^^; To be frank, don't think I was gonna say anything anyway. Well, lemme begin first with the current ranking from reviewers on both FF and AO3:
Prowl: 6
Starscream: 5
Optimus Prime: 3
Other: 3
Again, Prowl is in the lead and again, no surprise. But looky Screamer is catching up! :D That might change as the chapters go on. Oh yes, I remember now! I was trying very hard to follow the series, but I realized too late, some of the episodes seem rushed and I feel like I'm cramming too much into my chapters. So from this point on, I am not following the timeline of the show but I will be referring to events that happen later on (ie. Sentinel getting his aft handed to him by Shockwave). Enjoy!
"Nightmare"
Written by: Beloved Shadow
Inspiration by: JazzTheTiger
On one servo, Bumblebee could count how many times he had awakened from a forced stasis. But there was a first time he woke up and the first thing to come to his processor was to strike out with his recently activated stingers, yelling at everybot to get away from him, battle mask sliding into place. He stumbled off the berth, holding his stingers together but the fear was very obvious in his optics as he stumbled on his peds, refusing to look away even for an astrosecond. It took him a few kliks to realize it was Ratchet looking him over and he was in the med bay, but his processor was going over what his audio receivers picked up as he was fighting his way from stasis. The medbot was about to do a thorough scan over his entire system as well as go over the data in his processor.
He was going to find out everything he suffered at the hands of Starscream.
Everything.
"Kid-"
"No!"
"Calm down-!"
"You can't make me! I don't want this!"
"Listen to me!"
"NO!" He didn't care if he sounded panicked; he would die if anyone found out what happened! They would off-line him permanently for this, he was certain! He shot out a large zap of electricity at the white and red bot, forcing him to move and immediately sped for the door, wincing as he hit the wall. Static snow filled his optics and he tried to reset them, ignoring the processor ache. Once they were online his optics grew wide as two mechs seemed to appear in the hallway. They looked familiar and their designations were on the tip of his glossia but he twitched, processor showing an error message across his display and when it faded he now saw Thundercracker and Sunstorm in the hallway.
"No… no, you can't be here! He promised me! He told me you were never supposed to come near me!" he shouted at them, vents hitching as he tried to cycle air through his systems but his systems was glitched in several areas at once.
"Bumblebee? Wrong something?" the yellow and white seeker asked as he and the blue-violet seeker slowly took a step towards him.
"S-Stay away!" He never used his stingers at full power, it took a lot of energy but he didn't care as he unleashed it. He wasn't really aiming as he let it loose, the current lighting up the halls so brightly he heard them cry out in pain as the light blinded their optics. Seeing them distract he let the wheels drop down and immediately sped past them, turning the corner sharply and sped into the main room of the factory. He really wished he had retreated to his room instead as he found his own way of escaping blocked.
Continuous error messages flittered across his display, alerting him to damage done to his processor but he didn't have time to sit down and go over his system manually. His optics would snow occasionally, even his receivers were filled with nothing but sharp bursts of static. One moment he would see his team looking at him worriedly, asking if he was alright, and the next thing he saw was Starscream, his multiple clones, and worse—his youngling hood tormentors in full mech plating, all of them smirking and looking at him with cruel intentions in their optics.
"No-no-no, you can't-can't be here! N-N-N-None of you-u-u are he-he-here!" he shouted at them, vocalization breaking up in bursts of static, his spark humming almost violently in his chassis. When they began to advance on him he screamed at them to leave him alone, more static breaking free as he sped around their outstretched servos. One of them managed to sneak up at his side, grabbing him tightly he screamed, making the mech loosen his hold long enough for him to strike him in his stomach plates with an overcharged stinger, sending him flying back.
"Bumblebee, calm down! It's us!" a mech shouted but why did his tormentor have Prowl's voice?
"Le-Leave m-m-me alone-ne!" he shouted, shooting his stingers at every bot that dared to came at him. His tires squealed as he raced around the factory, leaping over the furniture in the living room, using the assembly line like an obstacle course. He was nearly trapped in the communication center until he drove his stingers into the console, causing the machinery to overload and explode. Through the smoke he darted for the door, ignoring the warning that he was dangerously low on energy.
'Just out the door and I'm free! I'll hide where they can never find me!' he kept repeated them to himself on a continuous loop. He wanted to sob when he saw he was so close, almost tasting the fresh air. Unfortunately a large frame landed in front of it. He immediately put on the brake, turning to take off but the momentum was too great and before he could even think of transforming, he slammed into the larger frame, was caught and pulled against a broad chassis, servos grabbing his arms before he could zap him with his stingers. He didn't care how weak he sounded as he shrieked once more, a high-pitch frequency that hurt even his own audio receivers. He ignored the multiple lines of warnings that made his optics glow red, forcing his transformation if to break free but the mech holding him was so much stronger, lifting him up so his peds violently kicked at the air. "L-L-Let m-me go-o-o-o! I-I'm n-not gi-gi-ving it u-up-p-p! I'm n-not-t-t!"
"Please calm down! We're your friends!" the mech hissed at him but refused to let him go. He tried to move away from the door but the minibot was struggling so hard he was afraid he would hurt himself. "Now Ratchet!"
The red and white mech moved forward, grunting in pain when a ped came up and kick him in the shoulder joint hard enough to snap the delicate wires. Luckily, that wasn't the servo holding the tranquilizer but both Optimus and Bulkhead ran towards their panicked friend and grabbed a stabilizer each, using all their mass to keep him from lashing out once more. The CMO moved closer and with a quick jab, plunged the needle into the neck cables. "There, done!"
"How long will it take before it takes effect?" Optimus asked as he continued to hold the struggling scout, ignoring the painful strikes to his stabilizers.
"Just give it a few kliks. With the way he's been running around, it should spread through his system in no time."
Bee tried to fight it off, spark-tearing sobs escaping clenched denta. He opened his mouth to beg them not to take it but only a weak whine came out. He wasn't aware of the servos releasing him until he felt his peds touch the floor. Pushing away from the larger mech he tried to run to the door, still desperate to escape but instead ran into the framework of a femme.
'N-No! Primus please, just let me go!' he screamed at the femme, trying to push her away but he was too damn weak. He flinched when he felt gentle servos touch his faceplates, digits brushing over cheek ridges. His own servos shook as he tried to pull them off but a soft voice brought through the static, urging him to open his optics. Slowly, he did; he flinched when he saw Slipstream looking at him but her image was switching with that of another femme and back, his processor struggling to pick the correct image. "… p-p-pl-plea-s-s-s-s-s-e-e-e…" he forced out, wincing as gears grinded sharply against one another.
"Its okay, Bee. No one is going to take anything from you," she said softly, rubbing her digits over the soft ridges, projecting a soothing, non-threatening energy field. "Take your time and listen to my voice… feel my energy field…" She continued to speak softly and slowly, ignoring the other mechs as they watched with concern. Hearing the soft ktching racking his small frame she tenderly wrapped her servos around him, pulling him close so his helm rested on her chassis. "There we go, sweetspark… what do you hear?"
"… y-y-your-r s-s-s-sp-sp-ar-ark…" he stuttered softly, optics dimming as his frame began to feel heavier.
"That's right. Bee… look at me." It was a gentle command and she gently stroked the back of his helm as he slowly looked up at her. "What's my designation?"
"…" he tried to say Slipstream, but the femme in holding him wasn't the turquoise and violet seeker, her frame was aqua blue, and she had wheels, not wings. But it was her pretty blue-green optics that made her stay in his vision. "… P-P-Psy-yc-c-ce…" The gentle smile she gave him made him smile, and that was the last thing he remembered as his system finally gave in and he drifted once more into forced stasis.
All around the base everyone heaved a heavy vent of relief though they were careful not to be too loud. There were some injured but that was the least important detail on their processor right now. They were very concerned about the yellow minibot and wondered: how in the Pitt did everything go so horribly wrong?
One orbital cycle prior…
It had been just over a deca-cycle since the yellow Autobot scout Bumblebee was taken prisoner by Starscream, former second-in-command of the Decepticon forces, and things were finally returning to normal. Well, as normal as it could be. If anybot noticed anything different about the minibot, they kept it to themselves. Since being rescued from the seeker, and his explosive outburst, the Autobots were beside themselves. Attempts to find out what happened during his imprisonment was met with a cold response of "nothing". When Ultra Magnus asked him about it behind closed doors, he admitted that the seeker tried to get him to help him find AllSpark fragments but that he kept refusing him.
"Did he torture you in anyway?" he asked him.
Bee was silent for a few kliks before slowly nodding his head. "It was mostly yelling at me, broke my armor, but I kept refusing to help him, sir." That wasn't a total lie, he never promised to help him in anyway but it didn't stop him from seeing him.
The Supreme Commander could tell he was hiding something, but all attempts to find out what were unsuccessful. Venting air heavily he nodded and reached out to pat the scout on his shoulder armor but froze when he flinched, immediately pushing himself away from him. The look in his optics spoke of fear, shame, and distress. He wanted even more to ask him what happened, to what brought him to such a state but he could also see that he was stubborn and no doubt refuse to tell him anything, even under direct orders. "… Bumblebee, if there is anything else you wish to discuss, I am willing to listen," he said as gentle as he could.
He could feel some of his resolve falling, gently prodding him to tell him the truth, to help him but what if he did? He would see him as a traitor even if he never gave the seeker any information, he would be stripped of everything and certainly be sent back to Cybertron, but he would no doubt be imprisoned, or worse—off-lined permanently. His life would be over before he knew it, and yet he wanted to continue seeing the seeker, to be wanted by him. He held back a wince as he felt his spark ache in his chassis.
"Bumblebee?"
Blinking he could see the concern in the Magnus' optics but strengthened the walls of his resolve. He did not care about him; he was just like the others. He thought he was nothing more than a worthless glitch. "I'm fine, sir. Can I go now?"
He looked ready to tell him something before closing up. Sighing he slowly nodded, saluting him in return and walked him to the bridge of the Steel Haven. Once there Bumblebee didn't waste any time in transforming and taking off, not looking back or slowing down as he merged with the ongoing traffic.
Normally the yellow speedster enjoyed driving along the streets of Detroit, the wind brushing over his frame, the sun-warmed asphalt rushing under his tires, the honking of cars and shouting of humans filled his audio receivers, so different from Cybertron but he really enjoyed himself. He would take any opportunity to go for a drive but instead of heading back to the base he drove around town, no set destination in mind before parking in the lot of a Burger Bot.
His processor began going over the discussion with Ultra Magnus and once more he was debating whether he should have told him the truth or not. He didn't know the Magnus all that well, only what everyone other bot knew as the Supreme Commander, the Cybertron Elite Guard leader, and a veteran of the Great War. But then again every bot knew that, even the Decepticons knew him!
'I thought I could trust my team but I'm not gonna have another bot laugh at me and call me worthless,' he mumbled to himself, venting the air in a heavy sigh. That had been days ago, shortly after he was "rescued" from Starscream. The following day Ultra Magnus was gone along with Jazz and Blurr but he left Sentinel, Jetstorm and Jetfire behind since they were still under orders to locate the traitor known as Wasp. Sure, fine, great, that would have been great except the aftbot got the drop on him and switched their armor and vocalizers! The one time he needed his team, the one time he thought they would redeem themselves in his optics, the one time he thought that maybe Starscream had been lying was for naught. They believed Wasp over him, even when he tried slathering himself in mustard. And what did Sentinel do? He blamed him for letting it happen and Optimus for being unable to tell the difference.
Primus, that aft brought back memories back during his time in boot camp, and they were far from happy. He was eager to track Wasp down himself, but not because he was a Decepticon spy. Because he wanted pay back for the slag he put him through. He wanted him, and Ironhide, and Sentinel, and his teammates to suffer for all the fragging humiliation!
Thankfully he was parked in the lot of the Burger Bot as he felt his fuel pumps stall, energon freezing in his cables as he processed the dark thoughts drifting through his processor. Where were these thoughts coming from? Sure he wanted to show them up; to prove he wasn't the bumbler everybot said he was. And yet, the more he thought about his revenge the more he entertained the ideas. It wasn't much, but everything he suffered he would force them to endure a hundred times worse, would have them be humiliated like he was, make them admit that they were the bumblers and not him. He almost missed the display that he had a new message and was tempted to ignore it until he recognized the frequency. After a few kliks, he opened it.
"I know Ultra Magnus left, and I know you didn't tell him anything but I never did reward you for being such an obedient little pet, did I? Meet me at these coordinates… unless, you think you don't need me, my sweet little Bee."
'Starscream…' It wasn't natural but his bodywork shuddered as he felt energon coursing through his cables faster than before, fuel pumps racing and temperature rising. If he was in his root form he knew his lubrication would be building. He could ignore it, head back to base and see if Sari wanted to play a video game but instead he headed for the coordinates. He tried not to dwell on it, but his processor was imagining the mention of a reward.
Optimus was not having a good week, he could feel his oil pressure rising to the point where he knew it would do some severe damage to his system. It appeared that as soon as Ultra Magnus left back for Cybertron—alone—which he understood were from orders by the High Council but there was also the issues he had with Prowl when Ratchet allowed him the use of his EMP generator, a sudden appearance by Lockdown of all mechs, and then the unwelcomed surprise of two lookalike-Starscream clones that were rigged with enough explosive to wipe them out. On top of that, they soon discovered that the seeker had even more clones under his command and made no qualms about attacking them. Things just seemed to spiraling more and more out of control but just when things seemed to calm down he tried to get Bumblebee to spend more time with the team. That hadn't gone well, giving all of them wary glares while mumbling to himself but slowly, he was beginning to come out of his room. He thought he was finally going to trust them then it all went to the Pitt when Wasp invaded their base and switched armor with the speedster.
He should have seen the signs, he should have paid more attention, but no one could have told the difference. And Sentinel still wasn't able to catch him in the end and instead blamed everyone else, including his own mechs. It took both Ratchet and Bulkhead to keep from charging straight at him, but what hurt the most was Bumblebee reverted back to locking himself in his room, rarely coming out and even refused to speak to Sari. And the times he did leave he would take off, ignoring all comm links and made sure his signal was blocked. He had tried following him one day but lost him and hours later was still unable to find him.
"One step forward, two steps backwards," he grumbled to himself, remembering the strange human saying but he couldn't help but think it appropriate right now. "Could this possibly get any worse?" Feeling a strong processor ache forming as he pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensors, as though to keep the ache at bay. It was clearly not working.
Ratchet could tell the younger Prime was beginning the pressure of his duties weigh down on him but said nothing to help ease the burden. "Look Prime, no one said this was gonna be easy but you can't be holding everyone's servo like some sparkling. And you gotta stop letting Sentinel get your cables in a knot; he's a blow-hard fragger and you don't help when you start yelling back."
"I know that, but he makes it nearly impossible when he goes and pulls a glitch move like putting the blame on everyone else instead of taking responsibility," he sighed, deciding that ignoring the ache would be better than fighting it. "I expect something like that from Bumblebee-" As soon as it left his lip plates he regretted it and fell silent, servo dropping to his side.
"I'm worried about him too," the chief medical officer said quietly without his usual gruffness. "He suffered at the servos of Starscream, but us pushing him for answers ain't gonna help. He's got to tell us, and that's if he wants to."
"But he refuses to talk to anyone—again! I'm the leader of this team but what kind of leader am I if I can't help one of my own teammates?" he tried to contain it but the dam was open and he found himself venting to the red and white veteran. "He was never suppose to be there alone, he was suppose to wait for backup. We should have looked for him harder, I should have looked harder! I should have known that Bee was in Wasp's armor, he was trying tell us but I didn't bother to listen."
"You have to stop blaming yourself, nothing is gonna change what happened and living in the past ain't gonna help! Trust me, I know about living in the past and all it's done it make me a bitter old bot who joined the first team to get away from Cybertron!" he snapped. A tense silent filled the air, so thick it could be cut with a laser scalpel. Even now he could feel his own years weighing down on him heavily, enough to make his processor ache. His servo came up and rubbed at the back of his neck cables, trying to rub the tension from them to no avail. Just as he was about to speak they were interrupted by a comm link. It was Sentinel and both mechs vented air heavily through their cycles; they really didn't want to deal with him right now.
"Primus help us…" Optimus mumbled as he accepted the transmission. "What now, Sentinel?" he asked boredly.
"You're lucky I'm in such a good mood right now, or I might have written you up for insubordination," the navy blue mech smirked.
"I don't have time for whatever game you're trying to play," he sighed, ready to end it but stopped when he revealed what appeared to be three occupied prison cells. Prison cells occupied by none other than Blitzwing, one of Starscream's clones, and Swindle who was still sealed in his vehicle mode. Optimus was at a loss for words but Ratchet wasn't.
"How in the Pitt did you manage to bring in three Decepticons!?" he demanded. Blitzwing was as unstable as his moods and he didn't know of anyone currently on Earth able to take the triple-changer down so easily!
"You and your pitiful team can come over and see how a real Prime takes down a Decepticon yourself," he smirked and cut off the communication. Both autobots were silent for several kliks, resetting their optics in case they had really seen three 'Cons captured.
"Did Sentinel, really have Blitzwing in stasis cuffs?" Optimus asked, looking at the veteran with disbelieving optics.
"Looks like it, but I don't trust that glitch as far as I can throw him," he frowned. "Something doesn't feel right… I can feel it in my tank."
"I agree. We should head over and see what this is all about." He quickly set off a message to Prowl and Bulkhead to meet them at Sentinel's temporary base, receiving confirmations but when he tried to send one to Bumblebee he was blocked. "Bumblebee has blocked all communication…"
"Leave the kid a message, though I wouldn't blame him if he didn't come anyway."
"That makes two of us." Stepping away from the communication center they headed for the main doors and transforming as soon as the doors went up, were gone, merging onto the incoming traffic.
Said autobot was whimpering in a mix of pain and pleasure as the red-violet seeker used him to his spark's content.
* Due to the explicit portion of this chapter, I am complying with FF's NC17 ban and have removed this portion. If you are interested in reading the unedited version, please send me a PM or refer to my AO3 account. Thank you. *
So wrapped up in one another, they failed to notice they were being watched.
Wasp was upset that his plan to make Bumble bot pay failed, to take the lifestyle he clearly stole from him. But that was his mistake, switching their framework wasn't going to do that, oh no. if he wanted the life owed to him, he had to get rid of the bumbler permanently. So he waited and watched him, seeing how he took off from the old factory multiple times, all alone. The first time he noticed he tried following him but the bumbler was too fast so he lost him. So he waited and realized each time we went out alone, he made sure no one was following him and it was always away from the city, far from another organic as well.
'Bumble bot real traitor,' he hissed to himself, optics narrowing as he watched the seeker clearly interfacing with the minibot. He really didn't care the first time he had seen them together, all he knew was that the yellow mech was the true traitor but he needed proof. So he waited and the next time the bumbler was alone, he followed him. But the more he watched them the faster his system seemed to overheat, enjoying the way the seeker ordered him to suck his spike or teased him into begging for more. He wanted to taste the silvery-pink fluids and see if they were as sweet as the Decepticon claimed, to force the glitch to suck on his spike until he overloaded, to make him beg for his touch, to make him suffer as he suffered.
'Wasp make Bumblebot pay for RUINING WASP'S LIFE!' he seethed angrily.
Time seemed to run together and it grew even more when Sentinel Prime was revealed as the fraud that he was. It turned out the 'Cons he had "captured" were the result of an agreement between him and Lockdown. Prowl had been the one to figure it out and of course he got praise and admiration but Bee just felt angrier at eh ninja bot. No matter what he did he was meet with distain to the point where he just didn't care anymore so he withdrew and ultimately found himself seeking Starscream more and more. Pitt, now that Professor Sumdac was back he wasn't spending nearly as much time with Sari either. But what was more surprising was that he ended up spending more time with the jettwins. Maybe it was because they were just a few cycles older than him, maybe it was because being the only pair of seekers in a fraction of nothing but grounders made them stick out, maybe it could do with the fact that he knew part of their coding belonged to Starscream himself.
How did he know? Unlike what his team thought, he wasn't stupid. And his spark tried to reach out to them, something he only ever felt around the former SIC. He even asked them about it and the look of fear in their optics just spoke volumes. He saw himself in their place, and the only thing they had was each other. So he promised to keep their secret and they responded by pulling him into a double-hug, thanking him. They were so lucky he didn't zap them but he refused to tell them anything about his nightly encounters.
'I'm hungry.' Setting the game vid down he slipped off his berth and out of his room, heading down the hall to the living room. Since Sari was back home with her father and the Elite Guard staying at their base for the time being, they had given the twins her room and Sentinel was sharing quarters with Optimus. That had not gone well in the least but there was no other space for him. Entering the main area he noticed that both Primes were yelling at each other at the communication center. Frowning Bee grabbed a small cube of energon and walked over.
Jetstorm looked over as the minibot made his way over and smiled, waving to him. "Hello Bumblebee! You game beat?" he asked.
"Just needed a break," he said with a nod, sipping at the energon but he frowned slightly. It wasn't what he was looking for, but he did have some wheel nuts in his room. 'But I want something else… didn't Bulkhead said he had some copper wire?' That sounded pretty good, actually.
"Bumblebee, sir?" Bee blinked and could see the concerned optics of both jettwins looking at him. "You is being okay?" Jetfire asked.
"Y-Yeah. No prob, Bob." The twins looked at him, clearly confused.
"Is not 'Bob', is Jetfire. That being Jetstorm."
"Nevermind. It's a human thing," he sighed. As nice as the seekers were, they still didn't grasp the human's culture but at least they were willing to learn. The two Primes were still going at it, yelling and trying to pull rank. "What's got them so hot under the plating?" he finally asked.
"Sentinel, sir, want we looking for green bot," Jetfire explained as he gestured to the screen, showing the information of said bot.
"But Optimus, sir, want be looking for seeker, so he not be making more of self," Jetstorm brought up. "Is hard not knowing who original be."
Bee chose to be quiet, refusing to say anything but if he had to be truthful the more time being spend looking for Wasp, the less time would be spend looking for Starscream, giving him more time to spend with the said seeker. He quickly drank some more energon to hide the small smile, his spark fluttered even more rapidly in his chassis. That was another thing, something felt strange lately but he couldn't quite place it. He wanted to go to Ratchet but quickly quelled that idea flat. He would deal with this on his own, just like he'd always done.
"Hate to say it, but Sentinel's got a point. I'd feel a lot safer with Wasp behind bars," Bumblebee remarked with a slight frown.
"That's not your call to make, Bumblebee," Optimus pointed out, missing or ignoring the look of hurt/anger from the smaller mech.
"And it's not your call to make either, Optimus. I'm in command," Sentinel was quick to point out as he jab a digit at his chassis.
"On Cybertron. This planet is my jurisdiction."
"This is a Cybertronian fugitive, and I'll enforce my authority as the… the, uh… Primer Prime!" Did he really just say that?
Sky blue optics widen as he stared at the other Prime with a look that clearly wondered just how stupid the other mech was. "Did you just make that up?!"
"No!" it just happen to slip free before he could process it!
"There's no such thing as a Primer Prime!"
"It's a real term. Look it up," he snapped.
"I'm not gonna look it up!"
"'Fraid I'm right?"
Once more Ratchet found himself muttering that he was really waaay too old for all this slag. And it didn't stop him from marching forward and forcefully holding the two mechs apart. "If you two don't shut ya traps, I'm gonna weld them shut!" he threatened them. They just caught them to yell at each other louder than before, nearly blowing out the CMO's audio receivers.
Snorting Bee wordlessly turned away from them and decided to see if the large green wrecker had any copper or aluminum available. Luckily he was in the middle of painting—something, and let him help himself to what he had available. Bee took a spool of copper wiring, some crushed aluminum cans, and other malleable items. Thanking him he retreated to his room and picking up his game vid, continued playing, pausing now and then to get some of the items and stuffing them in his mouth plates, feeling his hunger finally fade. He never realized he had fallen asleep until he heard the shrill alarm piercing the peaceful night sky. Bee yelped as he fell off his berth, grumbling under his vents he headed out and joined everyone at the communication center.
"Wasp has been located in downtown Detroit! And he's not making any effort to hide himself!" Ratchet pointed out as they watched via monitor as the green minibot purposely destroyed cars parked along the street, shouting as the humans ran from him, screaming in terror. He was also destroying police drones as fast as they appeared, leaving wreckage in his wake.
"What are we waiting for? Autobots-"
"Elite Guard! Move out and track down that traitor!" Sentinel ordered. The jettwins saluted and were off, soon followed by Sentinel. Optimus looked ready to have a spark attack as he transformed and left as well, leaving the others behind.
"Here we go again," bulkhead sighed, slapping his servo over his optics.
"Let's go after them. But if they start acting like glitches and beat the slag outta each other, I'm not fixing them!" Ratchet snapped. Everyone left but Bumblebee waited for almost a full breem before doing the same. He tried not to show his surprise when he saw Prowl was waiting for him just outside.
"Is everything alright?"
"Why do you care?" he snapped, attempting to speed ahead but the motorcycle kept pace with him easily enough.
"Regardless of what you may think, I do care about your, Bumblebee. I consider you my friend, and I know I may come off as aloof, but ever sense we came to this planet… I've never felt as connected as before."
It would be so easy for him to say something really mean, that he still acted like a grade-A aft to him, telling him what to do without asking him but he held it in. "So what're you trying to say?"
"Something happened and while I respect your wishes not to talk about it, I am here for you regardless. It is what friends do for one another, is it not?"
"… whatever you say, ninja bot." Maybe, he really did care about him in his own Prowl-like way. Revving his engine the two of them sped along to the location.
A mega-cycle later found all the autobots standing at the docks surrounding Lake Eerie, staring at the island miles away. They had Wasp surrounded and Bumblebee tried talking to him, to get him to turn himself in but he refused to listen. Then the Primes had to start arguing with each other, causing Wasp to escape and the others to give chase. But then for some strange reason, Swoop came flying in and took off with the cursing mech. They followed him as far as they could until they reached the docks. Sentinel was not happy and wordlessly ordered the jettwins to follow after them to Dinobot Island.
"Sentinel, will you listen for a nanoklik?!" Optimus yelled at eh big-chinned mech.
"I don't take orders from a drop out! So shut it, or else!" he yelled back.
"At this rate we'll never get anything done," prowl said with a slight frown. Could these two mechs do nothing but fight each other?
"Mechs, who we gonna get over to Dinobot Island anyway? Last I checked, we can't drive on water," Bulkhead pointed out.
"We'll just have to do what we did last time." The group wordlessly looked at a small cargo ship docked nearby. Not the most pleasant way to travel, but it was all they had at the moment. Even as the group slowly made their way to large island, a figure high in the sky was watching them, safely hidden by the planet's clouds and darkness.
"What are they doing?" a femme asked, confusion and curiosity in her tone.
"It would appear, they are making attempts to travel to the land mass locating in the middle of the liquid," a mech replied, pausing for a few kliks as he accessed the planet's communication center. "Ah, the natives call it North Sister Island."
"Then why are they heading for it? Let's go on ahead, but make sure to keep a low profile. I don't want them to know we're here just yet." The mech said nothing as he headed for the island, thrusters silent as he used the cover of night to shield his presence.
Wasp—no, now he was Waspinator. He was larger, faster, stronger! He was a techno-organic but that meant he would be able to payback all the bots who had wronged him. Especially the yellow one. Buzzing angrily he flew around the island, not caring where the dim-bulb Dinobots were at but seeing a vast blast of fire he hear the unmistakable sounds of gears and plates shifting, transforming.
'Bumble bot…' It was him, he knew it and flew in the direction of the fighting. Sure enough he saw the aft-chinned glitch fighting with the same autobots that had tried to capture him earlier. They were dealing with the immense strength of the Dinobots as the two seekers tried to deal with the flying bot in the skies. He could take out the idiot Minor, get back at him for the Pitt he put him through but a flash of yellow made him hold back.
Bumblebee skidded along the soft ground, trying very hard not to trip but he distracted Snarl long enough for Ratchet to tend to Prowl's previous injury.
"Can you bots stop trying to trample us for like, two nanokliks!?" he snapped, watching the sharp horns he quickly jumped into the air, clinging to the branches of the tree and held on as the triceratops slammed into it. He knew it wasn't right but he couldn't help but laugh a bit when the unfortunate bot tried to pull back but failed to realize his horns were good and stuck and no amount of tugging was getting them free. "Well, that's one way to get you to stop!"
"Kid! We need an extra pair of servos here!" Ratchet yelled over. Now that Bulkhead was up and operational and one Dinobot down, they only had to worry about Grimlock and Swoop. For that matter…
"Where'd Optimus go?" For that matter, where the Pitt was Sentinel as well?
"The both of them took off after Blackarachnia! Now get your aft in gear and led me a servo!" The medic snapped, aiming his EMP generator at the roaring t-rex only to go flying through the air and smacked into a large boulder, courtesy of a long tail.
"Docbot!" The yellow mech jumped free of the branches, servos transforming into stingers, aiming for the large mech but he never had a chance. The only warning he could was a loud buzzing as six pairs of really skinny legs grabbed him from behind and flew off, away from his teammates. "H-Hey! Lemme go!" he shouted and was prepared to sting the fragger when he yelped as something sharp struck him. "Ow! What the… frag…!" Why did his stabilizers feel so heavy? His system warned him that he was falling into full-stasis and he could feel circuits freezing up, joints locking in place, even his comm link was registering nothing but static.
Prowl reached for more shurikens, wishing Grimlock would listen to him but hearing the worried shouts of both Ratchet and bulkhead he looked up and watched a very large insect carrying a yellow minibot far from the group. "Bumblebee!" he shouted and made to go after him but winced as a tree slammed into him. Snarl had enough and managed to rip the tree straight from the ground, shaking his helm as hard as he could he managed to shake it off then transformed and tree the splintered piece of lumber at the Cyber Ninja. No one was able to go after the large insect, their servos full dealing with the Dinobots but still they tried. They had lost him once, and they were determined not to lose him again.
Waspinator flew to nearly to the other side of the island, keeping an optic open in case those annoying seekers tried following him. No one was following him and he smirked. He flew lower, coming across a small clearing and dropped the paralysis autobot to the ground. There was a slightly pained grunt as he landed but he took his own time to transform and land. His new ability allowed him to temporarily inject a paralytic into anybot he stung, and with Bumble bot being so small, it worked much faster.
"Now Wazzpinator will make Bumble bot pay," he hissed angrily, slowly walking towards the bot.
'C'mon, move!' Bee snapped at his system, trying to bring his servos under his frame to push himself up but he yelped as a clawed servo gripped his shoulder and slammed him onto his back plates. Waiting for his equilibrium to reset his optics widen as he caught sight of the massive green striped bug looming over him. "Wha... W-Wasp? Izzat... what happened to you?" What the Pitt did that spider do to him?
"Zzpider bot make Wazzp zztronger. Wazzp gone, now Wazzpinator!" he buzzed angrily and roughly pinned his upper frame into the ground, wings buzzing angrily as he peered down at the blue optics. "Wazzpinator knowzz truth... Bumble bot real zzpy to Decepticonzz."
"I'm no spy! Did whatever machine do to you fry your processor, or something?!" His digits twitched but he could feel some of his nerve sensors coming online. If he could get the bug to lower his guard long enough for him to get full mobility, then he could probably take him! Or try and trap him like he did with Snarl. "Y-You're the spy! Back at autoboot camp, I found a Decepticon communicator in your locker!"
"not mine, Bumbler!" he said angrily, slamming him into the ground, striking his helm on the unforgiving ground. "Not matter now. Wazzpinator knowzz truth. Zzaw Bumbler with Decepticon."
The yellow bot didn't need to be a space bridge engineer to know what the buzzing bug meant by that and he felt his fuel pumps stall, vents stuttering. He tried to push the organic form off him but he was still too damn weak. "Y-You need your optics checked, Wasp! I wasn't with any 'Con so—get off!"
Buzzing angrily Waspinator once more slammed him into the ground, raising his stinger threateningly. He wanted to sting him but for what he had planned, he wanted the traitor to still be moving. To make sure he didn't move he wrapped a four digit-servo around his neck cables, tightening as a warning. "Bumble bot lie, but Wazzpinator knowzz what he zzaw." Lowering his helm his mandibles clicked and his glossia slipped out, licking at one of the bot's small horns. He clicked happily at the suppressed cry but he could tell his frame was beginning to heat up. "Zzeeker right… Bumble bot pleazzure drone…" he buzzed as he continued to taste him, feeling his frame heat up even more.
Those words pierced his pleasurable haze and against his logic circuitry, he stopped struggling. "W-What do you mean?" Instead of responding with words he felt a data port enter a slot at the back of his helm, causing a small screen to appear in his display. It was from Wasp's point-of-view and he was talking with Starscream.
"Bumble bot ruin Wasp's life cycle! Wasp destroy Bumble bot!" he hissed angrily.
"Why would I do that when I can destroy you so easily?" he sneered, his arm mounted gun humming to life.
"Wasp knows truth, Bumbler real spy! Frame Wasp, make him suffer in autobot prison!"
Starscream would never admit he was confused by the way the glitchy mech spoke, but it took him a few kliks to process what he was talking about. He smirked and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Y-You really think that minibot is the real spy!? How absurd!" he chortled.
Wasp did not like being laughed at and felt his own stingers light up but he held in the urge to charge at the cackling flier. "Wasp knows truth!"
"The only truth you know of there is a spy within your ranks. A spy so well hidden, he's right under Ultra Magnus's olfactory sensors." Seeing how he had the green bot's attention he continued, crossing his servos across his chassis. "I should just tell you who it is… but it'll be more fun when you autodimbulbs find out who it is. As for the minibot, he's my personal berth warmer."
'No… he-he doesn't mean that…' Bumblebee thought to himself but the uncaring, smirking look on the seeker's faceplates said it all.
"Bumbler not spy… but sent Wasp to prison. Wasp destroy Bumble bot!" the glitching bot snapped, revenge his primary directive.
"You can have the annoying glitch once I've grown tired of him. He makes for a good frag but I could get similar results from a pleasure drone."
"I-It's not true…" Bumblebee whispered as the data port pulled out but the memory file had been copied into his processor. "S-Starscream… he wouldn't…" He cared about him, he said he was useful! That he wanted him! But was that what this all was, a big lie from the very beginning? He didn't realize the green organic servos were touching him until he felt them sliding over his chassis, digging into seams as his smaller servos roamed over his bared protoflesh, lightly scratching at eh sensitive metal. "N-No! Please, stop!"
"Zzeeker touch Bumbler, Bumbler enjoy. Now it Wazzpinator turn," he clicked as he continued to touch him, smirking when he felt his frame almost burning to the touch, the sound of his cooling fans kicking on high. He could also smell something sweet coming from between his stabilizers, making him very hungry for a taste.
No, he was not heating up at the touch of this—bug! Only Starscream could do this to him but his system was responding just the same; his touch was painful, invasive, but he could feel lubrication filling his valve, his pelvic armor struggling to keep it contained he brought his stabilizers together, fighting the green limb from forcing them open but he cried out when a servo roughly groped his interface panel, trying to force it open. "No! L-Leave me alone!" he struggled even harder, wanting to cheer when he managed to get a good kick into the techno-organic but cried out as he felt him sting him again. Once more he felt paralysis fill his frame, freezing his limbs but it wasn't enough to quell his sensory network completely. He whimpered as his interface panel was forced open, lubrication spilling freely.
"Bumble bot ruin Wazzp's life cycle. Now Wazzpinator ruinzz Bumble bot'zz life cycle!" he proclaimed, ready to let his own cod piece slide open and make the yellow bot scream out his designation.
"The mech said no, you fragger!"
"Wh-?!" The techno-organic never had a chance to see who had shouted as he sat up long enough for something to slam into his helm with so much force, he was sent flying off the yellow bot and into the rock face. Half his faceplates had been smashed in, one of his optics shattered and his frame was comically bent in half from where he landed, a ped twitching as he lay, completely off-lined. Faint energy cackled over the deep dent and it was very much obvious that the bug was not going to be getting up anytime soon.
Bumblebee tried to stop the trembling in his system but he still couldn't move. He flinched when he felt servos on him but instead of groping him they grabbed him at his shoulder plates and pulled him into a sitting position. "P-Please… do-do-don't…" he stuttered softly, refusing to look up.
"It's okay, I'm just here to help you," the transformer said. When Bee looked up he was shocked to see that his rescuer was a femme with a pretty aqua blue frame work and light silver under-plating. She was slightly bulkier than some femmes he had seen, and her optics shifted from blue to green, depending on the light. "Lemme guess, paralysis?" he could only nod to which she sighed, frowning slightly. "Okay, I have to trick your system into resetting so bear with me for a few kliks, but I'll have to plug my data port in, okay?"
He was really tired of bots messing with his processor but this femme was asking for his permission, wanting to help. 'Why should I trust her?' he argued but right now, it was either her or wait for it to wear off and run the risk of bug bot waking up and raping him. He chose the safest option and nodded, feeling her plug into his port. "Who ar-are you?" he asked, looking up at her.
The femme smiled softly, keeping her servos on his shoulder guards she looked into his optics. "Just call me Psyche for now. And I'm here to help you, Bumblebee."
~To be continued…~
Author's Notes: I would have rather 'Bee never find out that 'Screamer was using him, but he was. That dimwit has always been a manipulative ass and it's not gonna stop anytime soon. I have more planned, but at the rate that this chapter was going, it more than likely woulda extended to like 30 pages so I figure split it in half.
Two notes I want to point out, in the beginning where Bee is freaking out, it will be explained in the next chapter as well as the femme called Psyche. I hope I didn't confuse anyone but rest assured, everything will eventually be explained. Also, the femme is an OC of mine but since I have never imaged her as a transformer, I would like some help with her name—or should I just leave it as Psyche? I don't want to give out too much but here is what I can tell you right now:
She goes by the nickname Psyche, she's a counselor/psychologist who specializes in treating bots with severe mental trauma like Rung. (Now sure, these guys are robots, why not erase the event and be done with it. I don't want to do that, I want them to keep their human-ish aspects and personalities.) She knows when a gentle hand is needed, but she's not afraid to smack the living scrap outta someone as well. She also works on a neutral planet and treats any bot that needs her help, regardless if they are Autobots or Decepticons, and screw anyone that tries to get her to stop helping those in need. She's also a grounder, meaning she has a vehicle mode which will be described next chapter.
I'll try to have the next chapter up by the weekend but no promises. I can tell you think, Bee finds out why he has these weird food cravings and confronts Starscream about what Waspinator showed him. No, this will not end well for our adorable minibot.
I wanna a minibot plushie!