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Back at the base, Ratchet carefully stitched up and bandaged Bumblebee's doorwing; his systems would eventually repair the dents in his body.
"How exactly do you plan on explaining your broken doorwing?" Ratchet said, pulling the medical thread a little too tight.
Bee winced, "Easy…doc…I'll say…run in…crazy 'Con…technically…true."
"And how do you plan on explaining when you suddenly keel over and offline in less than a year?" Ratchet argued. "Even before that, your condition will worsen to the point where you won't be able to fight anymore, and barely be able to walk."
Bee scrubbed his faceplates with one servo, "Think of…something."
"Think of something?!" Ratchet yelled. "Bumblebee, sooner or later someone is going to notice!"
Bee sighed, "How long…before you…tell…Optimus?"
Ratchet sighed and closed his optics, "I will give you until four months before your 'doomsday', shall we call it, before I tell him. You have until then to convince Magnia to bond with you. If she hasn't agreed by then, I'm telling him."
"Fine..." Bee agreed reluctantly. He knew Magnia would not be persuaded to bond with him; she had told him she hated him, which had damn near broken his spark. He hated having these feelings, hated how a Decepticon could control his emotions that easily. It wasn't fair; if she could do it to him, he should be able to do the same to her. But she seemed to be almost emotionless, a cold stone.
Ratchet finished bandaging his doorwing, and let him leave the Medbay. As Bee passed under a doorway, a bucket of cold water fell from the top and drenched him completely. Bee glared up at the twins, who were chortling above him, high fiving.
"Got ya, Bee," they laughed in unison.
"Fraggers…" Bee grumbled. "Got my…bandages…all wet!"
"Ah, sorry Bee," Mudflap said and Skids chimed in. "Yeah, sorry man." Bumblebee stormed away, shaking his helm angrily, and the twins followed closely behind.
"What happened to ya, Bee?" Mudflap asked.
"Run in…with crazy…'Con," Bee said quickly. The twins looked at each other and rolled their optics.
"Sounds rehearsed, doesn't it Mudflap?" Skids said slyly.
"Yeah it does Skids," Mudflap grinned. "I bet he was out with a giiiirl."
"I bet he was drag racing and flew off the ramp," Skids laughed.
"Frag…off," Bee said angrily. The twins rolled away, laughing and calling, "See ya later, Bumblebeeps!"
"Hey Bee, what's wrong?" a small voice said, and Bee looked down to find Raf.
"...Raf!" Bee said happily, his bad mood instantly cheered, "I didn't…know…you were…here!"
"Just got here," the small spiky haired boy climbed a ladder to a platform, so he could be almost level with Bee. "Bulkhead gave me a ride when he picked up Miko. Bee what happened to your doorwing?"
"Crazy…'Con," Bee sighed.
"Bee, come on you don't have to lie to me. You can tell me anything," Raf smiled.
Bee stared sadly at the small human. He desperately wanted to have someone other than Ratchet to talk to about this, a friend. But his human friend was so young, and had his own troubles to worry about; he didn't need to be worried about one of his best friends offlining. Also Bee would feel guilty telling Raf and not telling Optimus.
"Can't…yet…haven't told…Optimus," Bee sighed. "Thanks…though…Raf."
Raf waved it off, "It's ok, you can tell me whenever you feel like it."
A small grin formed on Bee's faceplates, "You know…. I don't…have any…missions…right now…if you wanna…go for a drive."
Raf's eyes got big as marbles. "Yeah, totally!" he grinned.
So they sped out of the base and down the dusty road, with Raf whooping excitedly out the passenger window. Laughing at Raf's antics, Bee managed to forget his troubles, at least for a little while.
Magnia snuck back onto the ship, cautiously glancing left and right before heading towards her quarters. She had almost reached them, when a large figure slid out of the shadows, blocking her path.
Magnia gasped and stuttered, "L-lord Megatron! Forgive me, I didn't see you there."
"Magnia," Megatron said in that smooth, sinister voice of his. "I was beginning to worry. No one has seen you aboard the ship for several hours."
She laughed nervously, "Just went for a little flight is all, to stretch my wings. It helps me clear my thoughts."
Megatron studied her intently before nodding, saying gravely, "Just remember where your loyalties lie, Magnia," before walking away. Magnia exhaled nervously, before entering her quarters. But before she could flop tiredly onto her berth, a figure jumped out from behind the door and tackled her, making her scream.
"Gotcha!" the femme giggled and Magnia groaned.
"Roulette, I swear someday you're gonna give me a spark attack," she laughed. Magnia had very few friends on the Decepticon ship, due to most of the Decepticons being all dark and gloomy, but her main sources of companionship were Roulette and surprisingly Knockout.
Roulette was a cheery femme with a red and silver paint job, and she was one of the fastest moving Decepticons on the ship. As a result, she had earned the title of messenger, until they had installed a working comm system. Now she mainly just sent messages for the silent Soundwave.
"So where have you been hiding?" Roulette asked slyly. "And don't give me that 'I was just stretching my wings' because that was pure bullshit."
Magnia blushed, "I um, I was…"
"What's his name?" Roulette asked with a wink.
"What?" Magnia gulped. "I never said anything about a mech."
"Oh please it's so obvious," Roulette rolled her optics. "The only time you're ever like this is when it's over a guy. Soooo his name?"
Magnia hmmped, "So not telling you."
Roulette grinned and said in a soft, hypnotizing voice, "Maybe you should think about how you feel when you're with him. His arms around you, whispering in your audio receptor." Magnia sighed dreamily and nodded, so Roulette continued, "Maybe you'll whisper his name back, because you know how much that turns him on."
"B-"Magnia began, but stopped realizing what Roulette was doing. "You fragger!" she yelled angrily, her faceplates flushing. "You said you wouldn't do that anymore!" In addition to having super speed, Roulette was also an accomplished hypnotist, after practicing for many cycles.
Roulette cackled evilly, "I almost had you, too. So his name starts with a B?" Her optics popped, "Is it Barricade?"
"No."
"Bonecrusher?"
"Ew, no."
"Breakdown?"
"Forget it, Roulette I'm not telling you!" Magnia yelled. "You don't even know him, anyways."
"Fine," Roulette pouted, and then cheered instantly. "I'm gonna go see if Knockout needs any help with anything." Roulette had a huge crush on the self-absorbed medic, although he very rarely took notice of her affections. She sped happily out of the room, and Magnia sighed, relieved to have a moment to herself to think things over.
Apparently Bumblebee was her sparkmate. But how could that be? She didn't even like him, he was a fraggin' Autobot! Magnia groaned burying her faceplates in her pillow; why did she have to be sparked to an Autobot?
Even she couldn't deny the way her faceplates warmed whenever he was near her, or how much her spark glitched. But she couldn't admit it, not to anybody; and certainly not to Bumblebee!
What had Megatron meant, remember where your loyalties lie? Magnia wondered, staring at her ceiling. He couldn't possibly know could he? What if he did? She would be executed for treason against her fellow Decepticons, and Megatron would probably hunt down Bumblebee as well. Both thoughts made her equally nervous and scared. She would have to be more careful from now on, and stay away from Bumblebee.
This resolved, she began to allow herself to drift off into recharge. But while she slept, her processor dreamt of Bee. She saw his sad, tearful optics when she had lied to him, saying she hated him, and felt his soft, sweet, unsure kisses again.
When she awoke the next morning after her restless recharge, the dreams had faded from her processor. But she was still left with the feeling of guilt and Bee's lips on her own.