When you Entered the Room

by Wortho22

A collection of short chapters told from the point of view of each Autobot, and human, on Team Prime as they watch their beloved leader, and friend, stride through the space bridge having regained his memories, to once again stand before them as Optimus Prime. Each chapter focuses on the reaction and feelings of a different character as they reflect on what Optimus means to them.

4. Chapter 4

Author note: /Indicates internal thoughts/. As much as I love Bumblebee, I found it hard to write as ''him''. Welcome constructive criticism.

Bumblebee POV

When you entered the room, I couldn't help but gaze upon you like Raph did to me just moments ago as I had knelt down to reassure him upon our return.

That gaze spoke of the deepest admiration, affection and awe. As though the most important being in the whole world was kneeling – or standing – right before me.

I raise my helm to look at you, my spark swelling to the point it feels it must surely burst with all the joy, happiness and relief I feel knowing you have returned to us safely. That you have once again survived against all odds and have taken your rightful place as our leader.

From the first moments my life became entwined with yours, I have strived to make you proud of me as you took the place of mentor and role model. I have tried to follow in your mighty footsteps and live up to your example, though it is not easy. I have always looked up to you, not just because you tower over me like some benevolent God, but because I want to be like you! To me, a lowly scout in the Autobot cause, you are everything that is right and good in this universe.

As Rachet explains to you how it has been our darkest hour without you, I cannot help but allow a small series of almost inaudible beeps escape me as I agree. I allow a wave of sorrow and fear wash over me at the recollection of that painful moment I watched you turn away from us – from me. Though I try to stifle the sound of my anguished spark, your keen audials miss nothing and you send me a brief encouraging smile. That image of you staring at me, right through me, not knowing who I was and how much you meant to me, flashed through my processor causing a tightness in my throat and chest. I avert my gaze from your form, blinking my optics rapidly as I fight off the almost overwhelming feeling of loss and panic I felt – we all felt – when you left us and followed Megatron! How it hurt to watch you walk away from us – from me!

In that moment, that terrible moment, the pedestal I had willingly, and perhaps naively, placed you upon began to crumble and buckle at the depth of your betrayal. I feel my servos flex and clench of their own volition. /How could YOU abandon us – abandon ME?/.

Rachet walks towards you continuing to speak and you direct your attention to him. I force myself to look at you again, ''but know this, by every indication your spark never ceased being that of an Autobot.'' I feel my servos relax and hang loosely by my sides. The agitation, panic and anger fade away just like waves do into sand. A soft sigh, almost an exhalation of ''breath,'' leaves me as I feel a wave of relief and pride sweep over me followed closely by a sharp stab of guilt and shame.

/I should have known better/.

I cast optics filled with awe towards your face and once again, you send that warm smile of encouragement towards me. No matter what happens, you always stay true to yourself, to your mission, to your beliefs – to your beloved Autobots and family! You always see something through – you always triumph!

I watch as you acknowledge each of us in turn, nodding your helm, smiling or offering words of praise or encouragement. You make each of us feel special and appreciated. /Do you even know how special YOU are to us? To me?/. I feel the unbidden thought flicker through my processor, and I stumble slightly in awkward shyness and humility as you stride towards me. As you kneel before me and place a mighty servo on my shoulder, that pedestal I placed you upon is not only repaired, but somehow seems to grow that much taller, raising you to such heavenly heights that only Primus himself could attain.

Your optics shine down upon me with affection and pride and your deep voice washes over my audials and seeps into me. ''Bumblebee, my loyal scout and friend. Thank you for not giving up on me and for your bravery. You do me great honour and I am very proud of you. Of the soldier and mech you are becoming.'' Your words and the feelings they invoke are indelibly etched into my spark.

For a moment I do not know what to say. Sometimes there is nothing you can say that will satisfactorily convey what you feel. So, in this moment, I settle upon action and I simply place my own servo reverently and respectfully upon yours and bow my helm towards you. Your optics shine brightly for a moment and you give my shoulder another squeeze before you gracefully rise to your pedes and move to acknowledge another.

When you walked in the room just now, I was reminded of how important you are to me – to us all. When you walked in the room and spoke to me just now, I was reminded of why you will always be the most important figure in my life. For despite the fact, if only for a moment, you unknowingly joined the side of the villians; to me, your loyal scout Bumblebee, you - Optimus Prime - will ALWAYS be my hero.