He was in the scrapyard again, and again the Mustang took advantage of it and pinned the younger mech beneath him.
And Bee was again venting deeply and fast, lying on the ground with his legs between the larger mech's ones, and with their interface port close each other.
Again the black mech dipped his nose plate in the crook of Bee's neck and deeply inhaled. Barricade's talons went to caress the scarred cables on Bee's neck.
And then they were in Tyger Pax and the decepticon tore Bee's voice box, and Bee woke up wingding.
Usually Bee doesn't allow himself to recharge soundly in Witwicky garage. That means that usually he doesn't dream.
Not unless he's energy drop too a low level.
When he cannot get any energon he had to rely on the energy he can convert from the sun. Except this week was quite cloudy, and Sam appointments and errands keeps him from going to NEST for a cube of energon. Also, said appointments and errands drained his energy reserves, so in retrospect it's no surprise he was recharging so deeply.
But still, he regrets it when he wake up barely retains a scream. He can feel himself shivering and trembling. The dream, in conjunction with the general exhaustion, brings tears in his optics. He feels the walls of the garage closing around him, and he flight off the metal box and on the street so fast to feel dizzy.
His tires scream on the asphalt as he barely see where he is going. And then usual black police car his behind him, and then on his side, pushing him and leading, driving him in their usual place.
And that is too much for the young mech. The dream, or better said nightmare, was based on one of his worst memory: Megatron making him watch as the deceptions kills his squadron, Megatron torturing him and ripping his voice box. His processor is trying to remind him that Barricade is the enemy, that the decepticons are bad, and cruel, and he cannot stay here with Barricade!
He transforms and points his cannons to the Mustang.
"Stay away from me, decepticon!" his just-healed voice box almost fail him, and his optics are filled of tears, so Bumblebee is well aware that he looks far from scaring or daunting. Still, the Mustang pauses, and move to his bipedal form, arms hold high in the universal surrender gesture. "Bumblebee…" he started, slowly stepping closer.
The youngling hiccups, and steps back, his cannons still aiming to the enemy but shaking too much to be any threat.
"Stay away…" Bee repeats in a begging whisper.
Bee watches through the tears as the other mech slowly steps back, turns on his heels and in a whirl of gears reassumes in his alt form and leaves.
The yellow scout waits for the engine rumble to disappear. He sluggishly drives his way back to Witwiky's place, and manages to enters in the garage before reassume his bipedal form crumbling on the ground in a fetal position and crying himself to sleep.