C.M.D: Well, I've managed to get quite a few chapters done this month while handling other things, so instead of holding them in storage I decided I would go right ahead and post them for you all! Like a token of my love, just in time for Valentine's day~ So, please enjoy all the new updates and I'll see you all again next month!
Title: Wasp and Bumblebee
Rating: T
It had been nearly a whole quartex since Bumblebee had seen Wasp last.
Standing at the corner of the street, five feet away from the alley where he'd first been "reunited" with his old friend, the chihuahua adjusted his coat collar, before shoving his servos deep into the pockets to protect them from the biting wind. His entire frame was starting to go numb from the cold, and his cheekplates felt raw, but the youngling didn't want to return home just yet. Though he'd never say it aloud, Bumblebee was worried. Wasp had never disappeared for more than an orn or two after coming back into his life and with the weather getting really nasty, the autodog wondered how his friend's thin, worn clothes could protect him from the cold.
A buzzing in his pocket distracted the youngling from his thoughts and he pulled out his cell to find a picture of Optimus on the screen. Great... He'd been outside long enough now to worry even his foster parent. Venting heavily, Bumblebee turned and did one more walk-through of the alleyway, finding nothing but some poor turborats and a lot of frosted trash. He had no choice at this point but to call his searching over tonight, especially as his phone began buzzing a second time -Optimus, still.
Hitting the receive button, Bumblebee gave his hellos, beginning the exhausted trek home.
xxXxXxx
The walk to Optimus' townhouse was about twenty kliks- ten by bus and another ten on pede, as long as the weather was good. Overall, not a lengthy trip and one Bumblebee was comfortable with travelling any orn.
This wasn't one of those orns.
Getting off a stop early, the youngling surveyed the street for any sign of trouble, but aside from some younger sparklings in the nearby plaza and an elderly couple walking, the block was clear. So far, so good. Venting in relief, Bumblebee hastened through the townhouse complex to his left, cutting across lawns and jumping fences. He risked getting in trouble with the homeowners but given the alternative of a ruthless beating, the chihuahua would take it.
See, he'd run into an old friend of his about a month ago... An orphan, just like him, who didn't take too kindly to the fact that Bumblebee had gotten a better deal out of their shared circumstances. And now the chihuahua was on the top of the other's hit list. Coming up to the last stretch of fence before his street, Bumblebee was glad that this orn would be one when he wouldn't come home with bruised plating. Optimus was suspicious, after all, and he'd only buy the youngling's lies for so long.
"Jeez... I never did anything to that mech," the youngling grumbled, adjusting his knapsack for the last jump. "Can't believe I ever worried about what happened to him!" He paused to lean, grunting as he caught the edge and scrambled to pull himself up and over. "Like, seriously, I never sent him off to who knows where- AH!"
A servo snatched Bumblebee's pede unexpectedly, yanking him over the fence and crashing straight to the ground. The autodog cried out as he landed poorly on his side, trying to see thought pained tears at his sudden assailant. "S-slag!," he hissed, recognizing Wasp's looming frame.
The other chihuahua looked frightful: fangs bared, purple optics narrowed into slits and fists curled at the ready by his sides would be enough to scare away lesser 'bots. Having a nasty coat of mud and- Primus, was that dried on energon on his neck?!- and tattered clothes only made the autodog look more feral. Trying to get to his pedes quickly, clutching his aching side, Bumblebee kept his optics on the other youngling, wary of when he would attack.
"P-please," he swallowed fearfully, "I-i'm almost at my house- My guardian will see!"
"Wasp not care," the other chihuahua snapped, taking a step forward, fingers flared like claws, "Wasp make Bumblebot pay for Bumblebot's treachery!"
Bumblebee barely missed the fist that came flying for his helm, whimpering as the duck aggravated his side. Primus, he hoped he hadn't broken something... but he'd much prefer to escape from the green stray before he broke anything else. Wheezing, the yellow chihuahua scrambled to flee his attacker, missing an attempted gouge for his optics, receiving a scratched cheekplate instead as he kicked at Wasp's legs in a panic. The other youngling snarled at the retaliation, grabbing for Bumblebee's throat, but the yellow autodog saw his opening and gunned it, slipping out and away from the crazed chihuahua.
There was a heavy thump behind him as Bumblebee hurried away as much as his aching side would allow, spark pulsing erratically, expecting at any moment Wasp would grab him from behind. Hitting the last line of houses before home, no attack had still taken place, and so the youngling slowed in surprise; ignoring the caution and glancing behind him. Not even a sign of the stray.
Bumblebee stood in place for a long while, torn.
He should have just went home -he knew that, wanted to really badly- but curiosity was tugging hard. Slowly, with a slight limp, the youngling inched around the block to where Wasp had accosted him. Hissing in alarm when he saw the stray was still there, Bumblebee ducked out of sight, peerking out of cover when he heard nothing after a klik. Wasp was still there- laying on the ground, face first in some mud, not moving an inch. The chihuahua swallowed worriedly, coming out of hiding. Even if he was pretending, surely Wasp would have risen by now and headed off somewhere else for the rest of the evening, right?
Shuffling closer, little by little, Bumblebee saw that Wasp wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Optics shuttered feverishly, discolouration around the edges of shallow cuts, the green youngling was cycling intakes raggedly; the sound emitting from his throat similar to gravel rolling in a tin can. Wasp was sick... like, really, really sick.
What was he to do?
Guilt squirmed in Bumblebee's tanks as he looked down at the ragged stray, fighting with the unexpected onslaught of emotions. He wanted to leave, ditch Wasp where he was, for better or worse, but hopefully to get some help from someone not the yellow youngling. But, who... Who could possibly help without sending the stray back to the system? Sick and weak, maybe infectious too, the people charged with a ward's care wouldn't be kind to Wasp's situation. They might even just throw him back out into the streets in some ghetto, simply because they don't want to take care of their sick charges.
He was getting nowhere...
Groaning, Bumblebee reached down and awkwardly tried to lift Wasp under one arm, berating himself silently as he struggled to drag the stray back home.
xxXxXxx
"You're late," Optimus greeted when the youngling finally walked through the door.
Rolling his optics, Bumblebee didn't even bother to reply to the statement, turning away slightly as he began to shed his outdoor wear. "I called you and told you that I was running late," he replied.
The german shepherd folded his arms over his chestplates, a firm scowl on his face as he followed the chihuahua from one room to the next. "You didn't call me, I called you. After fretting for about a cycle when you didn't come home within the first cycle of school being let out," Optimus said angrily, setting up position in the kitchen doorway. "All I ever asked of you Bumblebee was that you let me know where you were going after school and an approximate of when you'd be home. I worry that something may happen to you and with you just wandering the streets out there in this cold-"
"I wasn't just 'wandering the street', ok?!," Bumblebee cut in snippily, slamming the cupboard doors as he grabbed a glass. "If you're so slagging interested, I was looking for Wasp alright! I haven't seen him in weeks..."
Optimus paused in surprise. "Wasp? This is about Wasp? Oh, Bumblebee...," the mech vented wearily. "Wasp is a stray- you said it yourself. He's probably moved on to someplace else about now! Maybe, he's even been taken back in by the system and found a good home."
"No!," the chihuahua shouted, whirling around on his guardian. "Wasp would die before he let the system have him again! And he wouldn't just leave without telling me!" Wasp cared about him. He loved him even! Bumblebee knew that Optimus got squicky over the knowledge that he and the other youngling had fragged, but why couldn't the older autodog see that the two younglings had something?
Even in the face of the smaller autodog's vehemency, the secretary only sighed in exasperation, opening his mouth to spout more things that Bumblebee clearly did not want to hear. Slamming his glass on the counter, the youngling took off for the hall immediately, shoving past his guardian and letting the thundering sound of his pedes running up the stairs drown out Optimus' calls.
xxXxXxx
Everything hurt.
Optics onlining with great difficulty, the stray tried to move but found that even the slightest motion sent his processor reeling. Swallowing back a pathetic whimper, Wasp fell back to his soft prison, finding himself perplexed among the dizziness. Where was he? Soft, warm... familiar smelling... This wasn't some molding box, outside behind a trashcan. This was almost... heavenly... Hazy optics roved around his available area of visibility, slowly taking in the room -with its desk, closet, few video game posters- and realized he was tucked snugly in someone's berth in a strange house.
Hackles raising defensively, the chihuahua tried again to pull himself out of the berth, almost missing the door opening across from him. "W-woah! Wait, wait!," Bumblebee hissed loudly, sneaking into the room, setting his things down in a hurry and rushing for Wasp.
He ignored the poor swipes at his frame, a little roughly pushing the stray back down. "Calm down," the yellow autodog continued in his harsh whisper, "Listen, if you keep making noise, Optimus' gonna find out about you and call the Enforcers. Do you want to go back to the System, 'cause I don't think you do!"
The green chihuahua froze for a moment, staring at the other youngling suspiciously, but Bumblebee only huffed; tucking the blankets snugly around the stray once more. "You're sick, alright," he informed, a little softer, "And I mean, I should have left you out on the street and all, since you want to kill me, but we both know how that would play out later... So, rest and est, and you can sneak out later or something to plot another murder attempt. Sound good?"
Wasp remained silent though his tanks gave a little, pained rumble at the sound of food. An annoying smile coming to the yellow chihuahua's face, Bumblebee walked back to the desk, picking up the tray he'd been forced to put there a klik ago. "I figured some bolt and nut soup would be best, but I gotcha some buns and an apple too. Who knows when you ate last."
Bumblebee stood at the berthside, waiting for Wasp to sit up, but the other youngling was being stubborn. They both knew how hungry he was and yet he wouldn't move or even reach out to take the delicious-smelling food from the yellow chihuahua. After another klik, Bumblebee scowled, almost dropping the tray onto his nightstand as he put it aside.
"Fine. It's there if you want it," he said, fishing something else out of his pocket, that he set on the tray as well. "There's some medicine too. I'd suggest that you take it for your bad throat."
Then the yellow youngling turned and headed for his desk, putting on a pair of headphones and grabbing binders out of his bags. Wasp realized he was being ignored in favor of homework and that probably stunned the chihuahua more than Bumblebee sheltering him. He lay and watched the back of the other autodog's helm for a while, trying to make sense of everything that was happening, before the scent of his offered dinner became too much to push aside any longer. Slowly sitting up, Wasp finally took notice that his arms and servos had been cleaned; any cuts washed and bandaged as well.
Glancing at Bumblebee's back, the stray could only stare, a question on his lip components that he eventually bit back in annoyance. As quietly as possible, Wasp grabbed the tray off the nightstand, setting it on his lap before digging in ravenously. When he'd finished, he noticed that Bumblebee had turned around in his seat and was watching him with sad optics. The pitying stare was enough to send the stray's hackles on end.
"What Bumblebot want?!," he snapped viciously.
"Nothing... nothing...," the yellow autodog murmured, looking away. "You want something more to eat?"
Wasp growled.
"Dude, chill," Bumblebee scowled, fixing the green chihuahua with a look he'd accidentally adopted from Optimus, "Consider this a... a... truce, or something. When you're better, you can go back to chasing me and threatening to snuff out my spark, okay? So, again, you want some more?"
Again, Wasp was stunned. He stared at Bumblebee uncertainly before slowly nodding. The yellow youngling returned the nod, getting up and leaving the room. When he came back, he had his arms full with some juice boxes, fruit and even a bag of chips, which he all charitably dumped on his berth for the stray's consumption. Not even offering a thanks in return, Wasp continued to eat, ignoring Bumblebee as he went about his business, until the other autodog was calling softly for his attention.
"Hey," the yellow chihuahua said, dressed in a pair of pajamas. Wasp shuttered his optics dumbly. When had Bumblebee changed? "Listen, I gotta go to sleep now, so I'm turning off the light. Feel free to use the lamp beside you if you want, but try to keep quiet so you're not found out. And take your medicine!"
"...what Bumblebot keeping Wasp secret for?," the stray demanded rudely.
The other youngling shook his helm, merely switching out the light. Descended into darkness, Wasp could barely see Bumblebee lay down somewhere on the berthroom floor, the sound of shifting blankets reaching his ears.
"I ain't expecting anything out of you in return, Wasp," came the yellow autodog's soft reply, a yawn escaping between sentences, "Just looking out for one of us... you know..."
Looking out? For him? Wasp wanted to climb off the berth and punch the impudent youngling in the helm. How dare he say that when he left the stray behind to live a much better life! But despite his desires, Wasp was feeling really horrible again. The aches and pains, heat in his helm and the crushing thickness of his throat was creeping back up, making even the thought of standing turn the chihuahua's tanks so roughly he thought he'd purge right then and there.
No, Wasp decided, reluctantly reaching for the medicine Bumblebee had brought. He'd accept the other autodog's offering for now, but tomorrow he'd get back to making his traitorous ex-friend pay. The cold liquid working fast, Wasp wriggled back under the soft comforter, exhaustion already tugging at his optics. He duly noted that the homely scent he'd smelled earlier was that of Bumblebee's; surrounding him in its entirety as he slipped off to recharge, nestled snugly in the warm cocoon.
What a gentle, sweet scent...
xxXxXxx
Cycles later, and it was pitch black out for once, as night descended upon the city of Iacon. Despite the lack of visibility, Bumblebee sat uncomfortably by his window's sill, staring out into the grey void, wondering and worrying. A part of him wanted to get dressed and sneak downstairs, leaving once more to search for his wayward friend... but another part of him knew it would be pointless. If he couldn't even find Wasp during the daylight hours, Bumblebee certainly knew he'd never find him in the thriving nightlife of Iacon's homeless and vagabonds. Just thinking about that only upset the youngling further and he buried his chin in his arms as he drew his knees up to his chestplates.
Optimus just didn't get it...
That wasn't too say that he didn't care -the german shepherd had such a big spark- but he just didn't get it. He'd never been orphaned or taken away from a parent that was deemed unfit to raise him. He'd never lived in a sparkling home, barely noticed by the caretakers and left to fend against the meaner, crueler sparklings and younglings. He'd never been forced into the guardianship of 'bots even worse than the drunk carrier one was taken from and he never had to face the choice of running off into the unknown or remaining in that abuse.
There was so much that Optimus would never understand about being a ward in the System and that Bumblebee could never explain to him. He'd never understand the fear, the sleepless nights, the useless wishing and hoping...
And the german shepherd would never fully understand the reality that "a missing orphan" usually meant "a dead one" -if lucky.
Normally, Bumblebee would let Optimus' ignorance slide, but this was one time where their difference of worlds crashed, and what the youngling needed was his guardian to at least sympathize if not understand. Wasp was a living testament to how fragged a 'bot could get because of the System's carelessness, but since reappearing in the other chihuahua's life, he had never strayed far from Optimus' house or the school that Bumblebee attended. He was always nearby, seeking shelter and physical company from the yellow youngling on a weekly, sometimes nightly, basis.
But now Wasp had just disappeared. He couldn't be found in his usual spots around Iacon, he didn't come rapping at the chihuahua's window in the dead of night and he was no longer found sleeping under the backyard porch for warmth and dryness. He had truly and honestly vanished... And Bumblebee felt his spark only wither in fear. So maybe it was just youth and heat and all that other medical mumbo jumbo- it didn't matter. The fact was that Bumblebee had come to love Wasp after their reunion and that love was what made him worry a thousand-fold more over the other's safety.
If they'd just stayed friends... or enemies... maybe...? The youngling sighed, shifting slightly at his post, shuttering his optics at the thick flurries descending heavily from the sky. He could ponder what-ifs forever, but in this moment now, Bumblebee just wanted Wasp here with him. He wanted to know he was safe, in a warm place and with some decent food filling his tanks for once. He didn't want to think of his ex-friend slash ex-enemey slash turned-mechfriend out there, injured or possibly worse, at the mercy of some horrible 'bot. To go to recharge for once comforted by the certainty of where Wasp was and that the stray was well.
But that night, like many others, would not be tonight.
Cycling a shaky intake, Bumblebee pressed a servo to the now-rattling panes, feeling how terribly frigid the world was on the other side of the glass. A storm seemed to be rolling in, and who knew what that meant for Iacon tomorrow morning. "I-if...," Bumblebee whispered, staring up into the dark heavens outside, "If there's some sort of being or Primus, please... p-please, keep my friend W-wasp safe tonight."
Only the howling wind echoed his prayer and, reluctantly, the youngling was forced to retreat from his post and return to his berth for the rest of the night.
xxXxXxx
When Bumblebee woke up the next morning, Wasp was gone.
And so was his blanket and the cold syrup he'd brought him but those were irrelevant.
He could use his allowance to replace the missing stuff in time, right now though his real concern was toward the stray that had sneaked out of his window sometime in the night. Picking up his own blanket and pillow from the floor, the youngling threw them on the berth, climbing on top of it himself so he could see out from the window. A soft, whisper of a cool breeze caressed his cheekplate as he looked down upon the backyards of fellow townhouses; quiet and empty this early in the morning.
"Where did you go, idiot?," Bumblebee whispered to no one, brow furrowed in concern.
He knew very well that Wasp could be back to try and kill him again, so caring about the other's whereabouts was highly dumb of him. But the green youngling was sick -sick enough to collapse into a near comatose state!- and he hadn't reacted too badly when he awoke last night to find himself in Bumblebee's care. Was it wrong to think that maybe the chihuahua had a chance then to get Wasp's forgiveness and repair their friendship...?
A quick rap on the door behind him startled Bumblebee and when he turned about, Optimus was opening the door, smiling at his charge. "Good morning, Bumblebee. I'm glad to see you're up already!," he greeted warmly. "I'll just let you get ready for school then. Oh, would you like some waffles for breakfast today?"
"U-uh... Yeah. Sure," the youngling smiled back faintly, glad when his guardian didn't notice his lack of enthusiasm at the offer. With a soft farewell, Optimus backed out of the room again, closing the door behind him as he went. Bumblebee immediately turned to stare back out the window again once he was gone; sighing loudly when he realized he'd spent several kliks looking at nothing and worrying over the stray's status.
"If I see him, then I guess I'll see him," Bumblebee mumbled to himself, closing the window and shuffling away to get ready for the orn.
xxXxXxx
Optimus was on the phone was Bumblebee staggered into the kitchen the next morning; optics bleary and hunched over as the youngling tried to fight off the last dregs of sleep.
"Yes, I know, but wouldn't-? Okay... Okay, of course, sir; I understand. Yes, agreed. Goodbye, sir," Optimus sighed, hanging up the phone. He turned about in surprise, catching the youngling trying to zombify his way to a bowl of cereal. "Bumblebee?!," he exclaimed, "What are you doing up at this hour?"
The chihuahua paused, lethargically turning to Optimus, to the clock on the kitchen wall, then back to Optimus, finding himself not any less puzzled by the german shepherd's question. "It's six thirty," he groggily replied, stifling a yawn. "I got school."
"Actually," the older autodog smiled wryly, gently turning the youngling towards the kitchen window, "You don't." Outside, piled high enough to obscure at least half of the window, was snow. Lots and lots of snow... And it was still coming down in windy, heavy sheets. "Most of Iacon is snowed in today, so... no school."
Bumblebee snapped awake in a second, bolting from the kitchen and to every room he could in the townhouse. Nothing changed though; every window showed mountains of snow pressed up against the glass and from the second floor the view became a sea of brilliant, white foam swallowing almost everything up in its depths. Helm banging against the pane of his berthroom window, the youngling tried to fight back the fear that was wrestling for dominance in his spark. A blizzard wasn't what he had prayed for last night and he desperately hoped that Wasp wasn't currently out in this winter nightmare. He couldn't possibly survive this if he was...
"Bumblebee? Bumblebee!" Optimus was calling from downstairs. "I'm going to make us some breakfast, okay? Afterwards, we can discuss what we'd like to do today. I've got board games!"
The chihuahua vented weakly, not moving. "Yeah, okay," he eventually shouted back, staring out into the white nothing. He barely heard the german shepherd give his confirmation before the soft ruckus of pots and pans echoed upstairs.
A cycle and a half later, the two autodogs were seated at the kitchen table, a large stack of pancakes, sausage, toast and scrambled eggs between them. Already, Bumblebee had a few pancakes on his own plate and was covering them in syrup as he stared at the abundance of food. "...Why'd you make so much?"
Optimus flushed at the youngling's question, wiping his mouth after a bite of his toast. "It's been a while since I've had the time to make you a nice breakfast like this, that I... I kinda got carried away," he admitted in embarrassment. "I'm surprised you're not eating much, though."
Bumblebee gave a tiny smile at the statement. "Yeah, well, it gets hard to eat a lot first thing in the morning before school, so I guess my tanks have shrunk or something. Anyways, how long will it take for the city's crew to clear up this mess?," he asked.
"I... don't actually know," Optimus said, frowning a bit as he scooped his eggs up, "Normally, the snow crews are able to clear the streets before morning traffic starts, but I don't think anyone was anticipating such a heavy snowfall to happen overnight. If they aren't snowed in themselves, maybe-" A knock at the door caused the two autodogs to drop into immediate silence.
"...whose that?," the chihuahua asked, getting up slowly.
"I'm not sure," the german shepherd replied, rising as well. He held out a servo and gestured for the youngling to take his seat again. "Stay here, Bumblebee. I'll go check."
The youngling pouted, but let his guardian leave the kitchen for the pounding at the door, getting up anyways and peeking around the corner as Optimus undid the lock. With a vent, the older mech twisted the handle, attempting to open it just a crack but the wind and snow forced him to stumble back as the door swung wide open suddenly. "W-wha- Sentinel?!," the german shepherd exclaimed as a yeti stepped in through the snow bank.
No, not a yeti, just that Sentinel jerk covered helm to pede in snow.
Bumblebee scowled at the mech's presence, shuttering his optics in surprise when a smaller yeti trailed inside behind the rottweiler. "What are you doing here?," Optimus was saying, sounding stressed and concerned all at the same time. "It's a blizzard out there- are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
Sentinel pulled the scarf and hat from his face, helping the secretary shove the door closed, as he gave his friend a sullen frown. "I'm not going to be bothered by some stupid, little snowfall. Besides, City Hall's closed today, so I knew you'd be home alone and I figured you could use some company," he answered cockily.
"I'm not alone, Sentinel. You know that!"
"So what, you want me to head back out into the 'frigid wilderness' to go home and tempt the fates?"
Bumblebee rolled his optical sensors as Optimus gaped idly, trying to work past the fluster and respond to Sentinel's stupidity. The youngling though, had decided he'd witnessed enough of the rottweiler's childish antics, and turned back into the kitchen; intent on grabbing as much of the breakfast as he could and retreating to his room before both mechs made their way to his area. In his wish to get away from Sentinel, Bumblebee had clear forgotten about the security guard's tag-along, until a third vocalizer was clearing itself from right behind the chihuahua.
"Bumblebot running away now?," came the teasing jibe.
Frozen in place, the chihuahua found it suddenly hard to cycle atmosphere, not realizing that his servos were trembling hard until after what felt like an eternity. Setting down his plate in haste, Bumblebee spun around, finding Wasp standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Dripping outerwear in one servo, other tucked into the pocket of a new pair of jeans, while a white dress shirt poked out from collar of the knit sweater he wore... Wasp looked well. No, he looked more than that, he looked gorgeous. Bumblebee didn't know how to react.
He'd always liked how the stray looked, but to see him so well-nourished, with healthy fur and a set of nice clothes on a full frame -needless to say, it was making the yellow autodog weak in the knee joints in so many ways, most of which was relief. "H-how... Wha...?," Bumblebee stammered, slowly padding towards the green chihuahua.
Wasp carelessly dropped his wet things on the floor, grabbing hold of the other youngling once he was close enough and pulling him tight against his frame. "Jerkbot made Wasp an offer," he grinned, ducking in to steal a nibble at the yellow autodog's neck cables. His optics narrowed gleefully when Bumblebee stifled a breathless yip in response. "He give Wasp home and clothes, if Wasp agree to be 'foster son'."
"B-but," Bumblebee squirmed, trying to fight back the blush as the stray naughtily nipped him again. "T-the System-! They'd make you go a-anywhere! You h-hate them!"
Wasp released the other chihuahua as Optimus and Sentinel rounded into the kitchen, the german shepherd stopping in his tracks in alarm. "W-wasp?! Sentinel, you brought Wasp? But, he's a stray!," the secretary said, turning to look at his friend incredulously.
"Not anymore he isn't," Sentinel answered proudly, crossing his arms over his puffed up chestplates. "I took the stray in and even sorted out his paperwork with the proper authorities. They agreed to let him stay under my care since he's almost grown out of their supervision anyways."
Both Bumblebee and Optimus shuttered their optics in shock. "B-but, why...?," Optimus began.
"Well, it's time that I gave back to the community, I thought," the rottweiler explained, "And what better way to start then to help the homeless, uneducated street pup that had befriended your own kid."
The yellow youngling made a face, feeling as if he might purge at the cheesy line that Sentinel had just fed Optimus. Unfortunately, his guardian was a little more gullible and he swallowed his friend's words up, even stammering out an apology for ever thinking the other mech was a self-concerned fool while said idiot sat at the kitchen table and began helping himself to some breakfast. Before Bumblebee could make a comment though, Wasp was pulling him out of the kitchen and up the stairs towards his room.
"I-is...," the yellow autodog asked uncertainly, "Is what Sentinel said... true? I mean, obviously not about caring for the community and all that slag, but the System and-?"
"Is true," Wasp answered, glancing back at his friend. "Wasp almost run again when Jerkbot went to System. But they gave Wasp all papers and said Wasp would outgrow their jurisdiction in two months, so they not care. Now Wasp legally Jerkbot's 'foster son'."
The other chihuahua was still very confused. "But why?," he inquired, as the stray led them both into his room.
Wasp huffed a bit in annoyance, but obliged Bumblebee with an answer. "Is it not obvious, Bumblebot? Jerkbot think if he adopts Wasp, it'll make Jerkbot look good to Bumblebot's sire and Bumblebot's sire will let Jerkbot into his pants."
"Why that perverted slageater!," Bumblebee growled, "I'll-" He was cut off with yelp, Wasp's mouth slamming against his own as the green chihuahua suddenly pinned the other youngling to the wall. Whimpering low in his vocalizer, Bumblebee grabbed the stray by the helm, deepening the kiss even as he arched into the other's wandering servos.
"No more talk about Jerkbot," Wasp snarled softly, pulling back and nibbling at the yellow autodog's bottom lip component. "Wasp wait long time to see Bumblebot again. Wasp plan on claiming Bumblebot now."
Bumblebee said nothing to the statement, steering the both of them towards the berth as the stray's servos dipped inside his pants to grope at his tail and aft. "G-glad you're o-okay," he mumbled, peppering Wasp's neck cables with little kisses and bites as the green autodog pressed him flat against the sheets. "M-missed you."
Wasp growled appreciatively, licking up a flattened ear as he ground into his complacent partner. "Missed Bumblebot too," he confessed as they wrestled their clothes out of the way. "Now," he added, optics bright with his conviction, "Bumblebot always be mine."
Bumblebee only yanked the stray down for another searing kiss, silently confirming the other's declaration.
C.M.D: Before I forget, there won't be more to this ficlet. Sorry! It's just, I always wanted to write a little chapter for Bumblebee or Wasp without carrying it on too far, so I finally got a chance to sit down and crank my lil' nibblets out. It's cute, funny and will tie in a little later when I do an additional chapter for Optimus and Sentinel (yes, that's a guarantee) so stick around and I'll see you all next time!
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