Note: I already have a bunch of guesses for who the twins are. I might as well tell you know. BUT (and this is a big but, with ONE 'T'), I said that you all would have until chapter 19. And I will hold myself to that. However, I will say that the top two answers do exist in my story. I'll get the other twins in later. For now, you can read about the idiot OC who through the wrench in my plans. As always, I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS PRIME. Bon Appetit!
The next orn, Bumblebee sat up in his berth and stretched. Flicking his doorwings to finish it off, he looked around the room. Megatron had ready left. That was odd, he always waited for Bee to get up (or for Bee to wake him up).
Bumblebee got up and made his berth before heading out the door. Thankfully, Ravage was waiting for him, as he did every orn now.
"Come, bitlet. The others are waiting for you in the rec room," the feline said.
"I'm not a bitlet, Kitty!" Bee proclaimed.
"And I am not a Kitty. Yet here we are."
"Agree to disagree?" Bee asked, holding out his servo. Ravage smiled and nuzzled it.
The pair walked along in companionable silence afterwards until they reached their destination. When they entered the rec room they found the lights cut off.
"Why aren't the lights on Ravage? Ravage?" Bee asked, groping the air for the feline that was supposed to be next to him. "Ravage? Ravage!" The lights flicked on suddenly, blinding him. He rubbed his optics to clear the spots dancing in his vision. When he opened his optics, he gasped at what he saw.
"SURPRISE! HAPPY SPARKORN, BUMBLEBEE!
Every single bot was standing in the room, his friends at the helm of them. They surrounded a table of small gifts. A banner on the wall read "Happy 33rd Sparkorn!"
Bee was giggling gleefully while his doorwings trembled with excitement. He ran up to Megatron, who picked him up and tossed him once in the air. Bee screamed in delight. He managed to say, "For me?! You've never done one before."
Megatron rubbed his doorwings gently and said, "Well, this orn's a big deal. You turn 33 vorns this orn. Sola and Luna did a popularity poll and my speeches and I were number one. You're 33 vorns old now. More and more Cybertronians are supporting our cause. It's your sparkorn-"
Bee's laugh cut him off. "Okay! Okay! You have other reasons," he said, flashing a wink at his caretaker. Megatron winked back.
"Well come on, everybody!" Dagger exclaimed. "We've got a party to celebrate! The sparkling has arrived and I want to see the look on his face when he sees what we got him." The crowd cheered and Bee raised a fist, resulting in louder cheers.
First came presents:
From Dagger, he got a knife to use during training. Megatron eyed the blade suspiciously until the black and silver mech assured him that it wasn't sharp enough to cause major damage. Major damage? What kind of assurance was that?
From Shockwave, he received a cube made up of rotating cubes. "The goal," he said, "is to get each side to be the same color." Bee fiddled with the puzzle for a while before thanking him and moving on to the next present.
From Soundwave, he got a datachip with 'The Intergalactic Species Compendium' downloaded onto it. Bee squealed in delight at all the colorful pictures and words to read and learn. If Shockwave still had emotions, he would be jealous.
From Hook, he got a pass for a free weapons upgrade when he was old enough.
You do realize it's always free?" Megatron asked while Bee unwrapped the canister of rust sticks the maintenance workers got him.
"He doesn't need to know that," Hook replied.
From the other gladiators, he got fifteen credits to spend as he wished, within reason.
From the twins, he got an artpad and a set of colorful charcoal pens. Bumblebee hugged them both and promised to draw of picture of some of the sights he saw in Iacon for them.
And last, but not least, was Megatron's gift. It was slim and flexible. Was it one of those old-fashioned books? It was also very light. Perhaps a novella. He opened it carefully, picking at the adhesive strips and peeling the layers back until he held the shuttle ticket to Praxus reverently in his small servos.
"Really?" Bee asked, his voice threatening to static out from happiness.
Megatron smiled. "I won't be going with you, but we thought you might like to see the insect we named you after, the flora it pollinated, your carrier's home city-" He was cut off when the sparkling launched himself into his arms and cheered:
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" The little mech turned and repeated the mantra to every single mech and femme in the room. Meanwhile, Scythe came over and leaned against Megatron's arm.
"Good choice," she said, simply.
"I swear, you are just asking me to spoil him," Megatron returned.
"It's not spoiling if the bitlet's thanks are sparkfelt."
"True, true."
When Bee calmed back down, he asked, "So who's gonna come with me? And why can't you come, Meggy?" The others snickered at the endearing nickname.
Megatron gave him a knowing glance, only getting a mischievous smile out of his charge. "We figured that Ravage would stay with you. Scythe and the twins would go as well."
"Us too?" they asked at the same time.
"You're mechlings. You should get a break from the fighting every now and then," Scythe said, sounding very motherly with that statement.
"Cool!" they said.
The celebration continued with treats for everyone, a rousing freedom speech from Megatron, and a dance off Bumblebee was rockin'.
"I'd like to see how that sparkling would do in a real dance," one cocky mech snarled.
"Like the Circuit-Breaker?" Dagger asked. "Because Bee can blow your circuits easy!"
The mech laughed and purred creepily. "It would certainly help me relieve some stress."
Upon hearing this, Megatron scooped up his charge and placed him on his shoulder in one fluid motion. "Careful, Azrael. We have young audials here."
Azrael just chuckled. "If he's so precious, why isn't he in a youth center? Surely the Pits of Kaon is no place for a spoiled little weakling like him!"
Dagger, being a rather impulsive mech despite his sly alt-form, yelled, "Hey! Bumblebee's being trained by Kaon's top gladiators! I bet he's better than you!"
"Oh really? Then he can prove it to me next orn at sunrise!"
"How about we make this dance-off into a face-off right now!"
"Dagger! Azrael! This orn is a time for celebrating. Cease your foolish talk at once." Megatron stepped between them.
Azrael glared at the gray gladiator and growled, "Your charge and me. Right now. To the death."
"Till yield!" Dagger shouted.
"Ugh. Till yield," Azrael conceded.
Megatron opened his intake to say something when Bumblebee touched his face. "Megatron, I can fight him. Scythe taught me how to strike and move quickly, Dagger taught me how to handle a blade, Soundwave taught me how to anticipate my oppenents' moves and fight smarter, Shockwave taught me how to be smarter in general, and you taught me how to fight honorably. I may not be 50 vorns like you promised Pitbull, but I'm ready."
"Sweetspark, I agree with Megatron. You're too young!" Scythe added.
"I'll always be too young for you all! Let me prove that my age is not a weakness." Bee's tone was confident. In his spark, Megatron was proud of the mech his charge was growing up to be. It was this feeling that convinced him.
"I won't let a fight ruin our celebration now, but you can have your fight next orn. Most of the crowd will be coming to see my next match anyway. I'm sure they'll enjoy this little surprise."
"As will I." With that, Azrael stalked away from the crowd. Everyone had been silent during the confrontation. Music from the Astronomechs played in the background, emphasizing the serious atmosphere with their cheerful music.
Bee giggled suddenly and threw his servos into the air, cheering, "Well, since it's my sparkorn and you all have to listen to me ("Oh brother,' Dagger groaned.), I say we keep partying!"
The resulting cheer was so loud, it drowned out the music. The celebrating continued until fourth shift when everyone had to turn in for the night to prepare for next orn.
Megatron carried a tuckered out Bee to their room and tucked him into his berth before crawling into his own, but not before a sneaked kiss and a whispered "Goodnight." He had almost drifted off when he heard blankets rustling and the soft pit-pat of pedes on the floor. He felt a small kiss placed on his cheek.
"Goodnight, Meggy. Love you."
'Love you too, Bee. You too,' he thought, smiling as he drifted off into recharge.
Note: Azrael is the Angel of Death in Catholic and Orthodox Christianity along with Islam, so says my offline dictionary. According to Google, Azrael is the Angel of Death for Islam and some Jewish traditions. Wherever you look, he's the Angel of Death. This allowed me to make him some other color than black and scary. Now he's- MMPH! Sorry, I almost gave away a piece of chapter 19! You'll have to wait until (hopefully) tomorrow. I'll also reveal who the twins are, though most of you already know. By the way, Azrael was the dumb OC who threw a wrench in my plans. Oh well. Leave a review and I'll get back to you! Till next time
PS: Y'all are gonna love 19
