Yup. Next part. And for the most part, this one follows The Sleepy-Bumblebee scene. I just have to write a little lead-up to it. This is one scene that I've had the giggles about writing ever since I thought it up. gigglesnorts And hey, it's the introduction into my story of the first non-movie G1 character: PROWL! OMG, SWEET! XD Soooo, here's to fighting off the Sambee plot bunnies, and refusing the Human!Prime/Human!Bee plot bunnies that a certain artist on DA tried to spawn in my head from reproducing until they get as out of hand as the Sambee bunnies… It just seems that the pr0nish plot bunnies NEVER. END! I don't know whether I want to ever forget they existed, or give into the yummy yummy disturbing mental images of it all…sighs Sorry, Prime, Sorry, Bee, Sorry, Sam…I'll try to keep them under control, I swear, PLSDON'TSHOOTMEWITHURCANONSANDRIFLE!!!!! Mmmm…Optimus Prime's laser Rifle…hooooot…D'AH! BAD MEL!!!
It also came to my attention that I didn't explain in part three that Bee was fully clothed. Hahaha this led to a bit of amusement, and I felt it best to explain it here that, in between the events of parts 2 and 3, Ironhide took Bee and Sam back to the Witwicky house to clean up and get him some clothing to wear. snickergiggles So no, he wasn't running around in nothing but a jacket, he had a full outfit. Sorry, Bee. XD
Sam had to admit, after he'd had a bit of sleep, Bumblebee seemed to be feeling much better. He didn't seem so depressed or have that constantly-shell-shocked look on his face, and seemed more then willing to engage in normal conversation with him, despite his still-painful jaw. Of course, getting to take a shower for the first time in a few days probably helped, too, though he suspected the little nicks he'd gotten from his first time shaving, ever, had irritated him a bit.
His happier mood, however, hadn't stopped him from grabbing Sam's bat as they'd walked out the door, started their walk down to Mikaela's house. Though as a human, Bee was almost a half a foot shorter then Sam and looked, rather deceivingly as Trent DeMarco had found out a few days earlier, weak and about as unthreatening as a man could, it hadn't stopped him yet from insisting that he was still Sam's guardian, Human, Autobot, or otherwise. His lack of a viable weapon had been a source of irritation for him from day one, so when he'd found the heavy wooden ball-club, he'd figured it was as good as anything he'd find short of an actual firearm or blade and had snatched it up in an instant. Sam couldn't help but chuckle to himself softly at the entire thing.
"So what exactly did we have planned for after we got to Mikaela's house again?" Bee shrugged gently, running his hand through his short, damp hair, glancing around them cautiously, ever observant of the things around then.
"I hadn't really thought about it. Optimus said we wouldn't be needed for the most part today, he and Ratchet were going to continue their research on the pulse-bomb, and Ironhide was planning on heading out to seek out the other Autobots we'd received the comm. from. As much as it goes against what I've done for the past Four Millions years, I suppose this is what you could call a…"day off." Frankly, I don't know what to do with myself…" Sam chuckled softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked.
"Hey, at least it'll give you a chance to see what a normal day for a human is like, eh? That should be fun." Bumblebee gave a soft, noncommittal grunt in response, not positive or negative, and if it came right down to it, he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was still irritable, despite his lighter mood, and his body still hurt from almost every nerve, though not near as much as it had before. It had finally died down to a dull ache, the bandages wrapped around his chest and shoulder helping to ease the pain of the broken ribs and clavicle as much as they could. He didn't particularly feel like getting any farther into the human way of life then he was in that moment, but he was trying, truly trying, to put up with all of it a little better for Sam and Mikaela's sake.
"I guess first we should get something to eat, though. Is there anything you'd like to try while we're out? You've got an entire cultu-…" his words were cut off by the distinct sound of a loud, clear voice reverberating from a parked car they had passed just moments before without so much as a glance at the vehicle.
"Samuel James Witwicky, ally to Optimus Prime and the Autobots, I have found you, Greetings." Sam blinked in confusion and the two men turned, only to have Sam shriek out in a rather unbecoming way as he found himself knee-to-grill with a blue and white police cruiser, complete with every accessory, bell, and whistle but the driver. Bumblebee put himself between Sam and the vehicle before the sound had even left his ward's lips, the bat held up threateningly as he glared at the speaking, driverless car, adopting a fierce glare and a nimble fighting stance.
"State your name and Allegiance! Are you Autobot or Decepticon???" Sam was confused by Bee's questions for only a moment before he realized that the disguised creature in front of them wasn't the Decepticon he had thought it was upon seeing it, but in fact a different model and color scheme altogether, this one seemingly a brand new, muscle-car styled Crown Victoria instead of the ominous Saleen Mustang that had attacked him once before.
There was a silent, almost surprised pause before the disembodied voice responded, the engine of the cruiser revving gently with the curious tone in it's voice. "You are not Samuel James Witwicky and yet you know of us? This is intriguing. You have no need to take up arms against me, I-…"
"Answer the question, Autobot or Decepticon???" Bumblebee, despite his miniscule size, obviously seemed intent on asserting his bravery in the face of what might have been a very impossible fight to win, if it truly were a Decepticon they were conversing with. Even so, there seemed to be a soft chuckle from the vehicle at the bravado of the young human male.
"I am an Autobot, loyal to Optimus Prime. As I said, you have no need to fear from me. I am designated "Prowl," in your language." Bumblebee shook his head, the human translation meaning nothing to him; after all, his own human name wasn't meant to be a direct translation to his true name, as it was almost impossible to find such a word. Each of his kind, Autobot and Decepticon, had taken a name they felt suited them best, though they didn't necessarily have anything to do with their true identity.
"State your Cybertronian name, with your vocal range adjusted to match human range of hearing." "Prowl" seemed rather surprised at this peculiar demand, the engine purr quieting for a moment.
"You understand my language?"
"Yes, now state your name!" Bumblebee's firm command was followed by a shirt pause and then the same electronic sounds Sam was beginning to recognize more and more from the times he heard Optimus and the other Autobots communicating with Bumblebee trilled from the car, unintelligible as ever to the teen. Bumblebee's reaction was enough to tell, though, that he recognized what was said, his head lifting gently, the bat lowering ever so slightly as his battle-ready stance melted away. He gave a short, barked laugh, and Sam looked at him, his eyebrows lifted as he saw the rapidly expanding grin spreading across his features.
"I…take it he's one of the good guys…?" His only response was a burst of overjoyed laughter rippling from Bumblebee's lips, and he jumped back, startled, as Bee dropped the bat from his hands, actually leaping up and scrambling atop the hood of the car to perch like a large, sentient frog, his hands gripping the ridge of the hood where it met the glass and shaking the entire creature where it sat.
"BY THE SPARK, YOU'VE SURVIVED??? WE HADN'T RECEIVED WORD OF YOU IN SO LONG!!! I WAS AFRAID YOUR SPARK HAD BEEN WIPED OUT!!!" The cop car obviously seemed as taken aback as Sam was with this display of obviously overjoyed relief, the engine itself revving sharply as Bumblebee's voice, rough and raspy though it naturally was, echoed up and down the street around them for everyone to hear. Sam couldn't help but imagine that had Bee been in his true form and this new arrival had introduced himself when they were away from human eyes, he would have tackled him to the ground in a metallic bear hug for a greeting.
"Under…normal circumstances I might think something had effected your sanity…I can't help but feel you have reason to believe you know me..." The tone in that disembodied voice was understandably bewildered, enough to the point that Sam found himself laughing at the entire scene, looking from his friend to the driverless interior of the car, as if that was where the eyes of the disguised alien rested when in that form. At the very least, it was nice to see such an overjoyed expression on the face of the man who had shown nothing but a continuously depressed, unhappy gaze since finding himself with the ability to show any emotion at all by such means.
"I can't speak my true name, but you do know me! I know it will be impossible for you to believe me in this body, but I was the soldier who led the defensive on Tyger Pax the day Optimus Prime sent the Allspark into space!!! There were only two of us who survived, and I know for a fact that the other was reassigned to your squad!!! On this planet, my name is Bumblebee!" There was a sharp, humorously startled sound from Prowl as Bee laughed again.
"Wha-…??? You…But…that soldier's voice capacitor was…damaged beyond repair, how is it that you are speaking to me now???" Bee shook his head, though it struck Sam as slightly strange that the first question asked of him was how he could talk and not how he had gone from being a 17 foot tall Autobot to a human being barely over 5 feet tall.
"I recently regained the use of my voice, following a brief contact with the Allspark when Optimus and our team came in contact with it in our attempt to keep it from the hands of Megatron! And trust me, you have no idea how much of a relief it is to be able to speak once more after so long!" Though everything Bee was telling him was true, the concern and growing dread Sam heard in Prowl's voice only increased when he spoke once more, and even Bumblebee's ecstatic expression faltered slightly as he sensed his comrade's unease.
"And…yet you are human now…? How did this happen? I believe it's safe to say you weren't this way when you left Cybertron…" Bee's smile faded as he settled onto his heels and knees, almost definitely relieving Prowl of the aggravation of having the overly energetic human rocking his frame on his wheels.
"There was an attack approximately a week ago, by Starscream. It lasted only long enough for him to fire a single missile, directed at me, which released a pulse when it struck that, as hard as it is to believe, transformed me to this. I know it's hard to believe, bu-…"
"I believe it much easier then you would think, old friend. Which brings me to my most urgent question: I came looking for Samuel James Witwicky in the hopes he could lead me to Optimus Prime. Now that I have found you, the both of you, I wonder if it would be possible for us to reconvene with our Commander-and-Prime. I have some very troubling news, and if what you tell me is true, it seems I came not a moment too soon." Bee's expression dropped at what he said, worry etching his features as he glanced around them.
"You've had trouble from the Decepticons? Where are the others of your squad? Are you alone?"
"Hound and Red Alert" the names were said in such a way that Sam could hear the human translation and the Cybertronian equivalent being said at the same time, "are headed on their way to us from the Northeast, and Wheeljack will soon be entering the Earth's Atmosphere for his ownlanding. They will meet us as soon as they can." Bee hesitated, a crestfallen look crossing his face as he waited, hoping that Prowl would continue. When he did not –
"What of…the other soldier, who survived Tyger Pax with me?" Prowl's pause was enough to tell even Sam that the news he had of this other Autobot was not what his friend would have hoped for, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft, apologetic in tone.
"Arcee…went to join with the Matrix recently. I'm sorry Bumblebee. I can explain more if you would like me to, once we have rendezvoused with Prime and the rest of your squad." It almost seemed as if Bumblebee had been physically struck, the impact those words had on him, and he simply perched there for a long moment, mouth hanging open, his eyes simply staring at the vehicle underneath him. Finally, swallowing deeply, he nodded and slid from the hood of the police cruiser, bent to retrieve the bat he'd dropped, and walked to the side of the car as the doors opened to allow the two humans inside.
"Bee…? Are…you alright…?" Sam didn't know much of Autobot beliefs, what their theories and ideals were about death, but he knew that for them, "The Matrix" was an idea closely related to the human ideas on "Heaven," from talking with Prime and Ratchet and the others after Jazz had died. It was understandable, then, to him why Bee's demeanor had taken on such a drastic change. His friend didn't look up at him as he spoke, though, simply slipped into the driver's seat of the car, sinking down into the chair with an almost defeated air about him.
"…Let's…just…go, Sam. The others will be happy to see Prowl after so long, and…I think I'm ready for another nap…" Sam simply watched him for a moment before nodding gently, walking around and climbing into the passenger's side seat, both doors shutting after they had settled inside and the car pulling out into the road, making it's way to the usual hiding place for the Autobots. To say that the drive back was quiet would have been an understatement.
Please don't kill me, Arcee fans! The events Prowl described will be explained at a later date, after I've written up the rest of the story. I intend to give it a nice explanation, too. It's not that I don't like the character, honest, I have nothing against her. What happens to her just plays an integral part of the plotline. It's not in vain.
On a more humorous note, though, since this chapter was so short, I decided to give everyone a look-see at the incident with Trent mentioned earlier in this chapter. Hehe. Two small Chapters for the price of one, eh:3
Things were quiet around the neighborhood the day Sam and Bumblebee went back to Mikaela's house, invited over for food. Bee had finally felt well enough to take the strap off of his jaw, with Ratchet's permission this time, and though he still found it hard to breath at times, he seemed to be happier for the absence of the constricting wrap. After they'd eaten they had sat on her porch, the two men almost reluctant to head back, useless as Bee felt while Ratchet and Optimus tried to determine the exact workings of the missile in an attempt to be able to reverse engineer it. Sam and Mikaela talked quietly amongst themselves while Bee sat across from them, fidgeting with the clothes he'd borrowed from Sam, still uncharacteristically quiet and solemn.
They'd been conversing contentedly for almost an hour when Mikaela's attention was drawn to the approach of a large car from down the street. Three heads lifted to watch as an indigo blue Hummer 3 slowed to a stop outside her house and, much to her chagrin, an unhappily familiar group of boys climbed out.
"Hey, Bunny, how's my baby?" The sigh that escaped Mikaela's lips was audible enough that even Trent DeMarco must have heard it from across the yard, and she rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing here, Trent?"
"I just thought I'd come for a visit, you know?" He didn't seem to even be paying attention to Sam and Bee as he sauntered up to the porch, leaning against the wooden banister and grinning at her from behind Bee's shoulder. Mikaela shook her head, looking at the two Men she really cared about.
"Well, hate to tell you this, but I've got company over, so if you could just go ho-…"
"Oh, come on, Mikaela, you don't want to hang out with these loser, do you? I mean, seriously??? Wekicky and-…" He blinked as he looked down at Bee, who was giving him a fairly venomous glare from over his shoulder, and seemed to realize he had never seem the man before. "Whoever this dork is??? You can do so much better!"
Sam bristled visibly, sitting up straighter and setting his jaw as he glared back at Trent as the jock's group of friends formed a small cluster of groupies behind him.
"Better how??? I doubt she wants to hang out with the Special-Ed club!" Trent sent him a thoroughly dagger-filled grimace as he shifted on his feet, crossing his arms at Sam.
"At least she wouldn't be –…" Mikaela stood before he even had a chance to finish what he was saying, cutting him off before he could even begin to start one of his testosterone-filled tirades.
"Trent, look, I've told you this before: I don't want you to come around anymore, alright? I mean it. I don't care what you say, how many times you ask, how badly you beg me, I really do not want to ever see you again. It's over. End of story. Now if you will please get off of my lawn and go back to your rich daddy, I'd like to spend time with my friends." Though her tone left no choice for refusal, Trent didn't seem to get the hint, seemed to want to have the last say no matter what.
"Awe, come on Babes! You know you want me back! So just tell these morons to go away, and we can –"
"She told you to go home." The silent rage that emanated from the man who had, for the most part of the day been silent, was enough to stop Trent's words and cause him to look over at the face that was, surprisingly, almost nose to nose with him as Bee leaned down onto the banister, purposely putting himself right in his face. It startled the jock, finding those furious, bright-blue eyes so close to his face, and he gave a slight yelp, jumping back to put distance between himself and the small man. It took him a moment to regain his composure, and in the process he seemed to fume silently at being caught off guard so easily. He shuffled around on his feet uneasily for a moment before crossing his arms again, returning Bee's silent glare.
"Or what? You can't make me move, shrimp! Why don't you go back to your own country, Limey?" Bee blinked curiously for a moment, unfamiliar with the term that was obvious to everyone else as a slander against the thickly British accent he'd adopted when he'd learned to speak the human language, and tilted his head as if contemplating how to answer.
Instead of speaking, however, he simply stood, walking down the steps of the porch and walking over to the gigantic Hummer, dwarfed by the enormous machine, and gripped the handle, opening the door and holding it open expectantly, turning back to the unwelcome group of men. Trent seemed distressed that this man was doing anything with his vehicle, however, and instantly stepped forward, yelling at him with a protective, furious fervor.
"Get your grubby paws off my Hummer, you little shit!" unimpressed with the loud, booming voice, Bee simply glanced down at the vehicle as if suddenly seeing it for the first time, curiously eyeing everything about it before he scoffed softly, turning back to Trent and eyeing him with one lifted eyebrow, a lop-sided smirk on his face. "What are you smiling at???"
He chuckled in response, glancing around at the vehicle again, at the interior curiously, before back at Trent, scratching his cheek softly in a mock-sheepish gesture he'd picked up from the humans since he'd been on Earth. "Hmm? Oh…haha…just…remembering what Sam told me about…how you reacted when you first saw his car…" His eyes went to Sam and Mikaela on the porch, and he almost laughed out loud at the weary gaze they shared with each other as they distinctly recalled the day Sam had driven down to the lake, pretending to belong there as he pulled up in a certain yellow beater Camaro, only to be confronted by DeMarco and his groupies, who proceeded to scoff at the very same "car" who was now holding open the door to show them they weren't welcome. The irony, and potential trouble, in the situation did not escape them, obviously.
"Yeah…what about it?" Trent's voice belied the fact that he obviously didn't feel too comfortable with the acidic smirk that rested on the man's face. Bee simply shrugged, letting out another laugh, looking back up at Trent, his eyebrows lifted almost challengingly.
"Oh, nothing…I just…well…" He couldn't help the truthfully very amused laugh that left his lips despite himself. "It's just really hilarious that you thought for even a moment that this…hunk of slag could even compare…" It wasn't hard to tell that the laughter coming from his voice was truthfully amused. Had they not known the real reason for his amusement in the situation, they might not have worried quite as much as they were.
"Man, what the Hell are you talkin' about??? That old heap looked like it'd just rolled up out of a scrap yard!!! Did you even see that old thing???" Bee laughed again, covering his eyes in his hand for a minute as the others watched him nervously, Trent looking like he was ready to pounce him at the first possible sign of trouble. Sam stood quietly, his eyes on Bee the entire time, worry etched onto his features.
"Hey, Bee, come back inside, we'll let 'em sit out here while we go inside, ok? You know what Ratchet would say if you…well…yah know…" Bee's laughter settled gently as he shut the door to the Hummer, and everyone almost relaxed, Bee's demeanor easing slightly as he looked back up at Sam.
"Yes, I know, It would be years before I lived it down." He replied with a laugh, throwing his hands up in a sort of gesture of resignation. He turned to look at the Hummer, walking up and down it's length, his eyes scanning every inch of it curiously. "Huh…You know…I'm really not that impressed. Ratchet…er…"his" Hummer really makes this one look like a toy, you know? It's laughable."
"Get away from my Hummer, kid, I mean it!" obviously given confidence now that Bee wasn't touching his "toy," Trent seemed ready to pick the man up and toss him across the yard to vent his frustrations over the situation. Bee didn't even seem to register that he'd said anything, though, as he paused in his steps, looking down at the ground and bending to pick something up from the grass, turning it over in his fingers curiously before holding it up and showing Sam and Mikaela from across the yard.
"Huh. Rusty nail." His voice was nonchalant as he said it, but Mikaela soon stood to join Sam as they watched him turn back, the hand holding the long metal object turned now to the street. To Trent's precious Hummer. And he walked back down the length of the vehicle, this time digging the sharp tip of the nail firmly into the paint, pressing hard enough to dimple the fiberglass as a loud, screeching sound similar to that of nails on a chalkboard sang terribly in the air, a long, bright, ugly scratch following him all the way to the front fender. He glanced back at the damage once he stopped, feigning surprise as he turned back to look at the others around him. "Oh, By the Spark, look at that! How foolish of me!"
The look on Trent's face would have stopped the hearts of normal humans, his face bright read, skewed in a shocked, furious expression that made him look as if he'd channeled Satan himself. All eyes were on him as he shook violently, his hands clenched in fists for a few long moments, and the instant Bee's eyes finally landed on his, he let out the loudest, most horrific cry of rage any of them aside from Bee had heard. He, however, had faced the rage of Megatron when he himself had caused him to lose his chance at gaining control of the Allspark on Cybertron, and as such, he didn't feel the least bit impressed in the display.
The cold fury in Bee's eyes, the challenging glare he sent Trent's way, was enough to break the final straw in the football player's control, and he rushed Bumblebee, his fists flying wildly as he moved in to kill the tiny human who'd damaged his most precious possession.
"I'LL GUT YOU ALIVE!!!"
It was no problem for Bee to duck the fists that flew his way, his foot darting out to trip the jock, using his momentum to propel him forward, a loud crack sounding through the air as his head met the same scratched blue fiberglass that had sent him into such a rage. Bee stepped back, crossing his arms as he waited for Trent to stand, tilting an eyebrow up at him as the furious and now-stunned man turned to glare at him.
"I'm waiting…"
"Bumblebee, be careful!" Bee turned for only a moment, glancing up at Sam and Mikaela's worried expressions, and was in the process of giving them a reassuring but wickedly playful smirk when Trent regained his senses, using his distraction to his advantage to lunge once more, his fist flying more surely this time. The sound of his running feet drew Bee's attention back to his opponent, but only just in time to take the blow to the side of his jaw, throwing him roughly to the ground.
He lay there for a long moment, gasping for breath as Trent towered over him, panting and growling with each breath.
"Bumblebee??? Your name is Bumblebee??? What kind of a fag, pussy name is that??? I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart so much! And When I'm done, I'll carve your prissy name into your face just like you keyed my Hummer!!!" Soft groans came from the man laying on the ground, and Mikaela and Sam ran down the stairs of the porch in an attempt to help him up, only to be stopped by the other jocks who'd come with Trent. Bee put a hand to his jaw, looking up at his two friends as tears of pain streamed down his face, but the gaze that was in his eyes was one that frightened them, and one that Mikaela dimly remembered from the moment she'd popped his jaw back into place the first time, only to have him regain consciousness from the pain and attack her in a blind fight reflex.
He stood slowly, pressing firmly against his jaw with both hands, a loud crack filling the air as he pushed it back into place for now the third time, his patience with the injury nearing it's breaking point. When he turned back to Trent, though, he took a firm, agile defensive stance, his hands balled into tight fists in front of him.
"Is that all? Please. Don't make me laugh." Before Trent could even react, he was moving, dancing in close and sending a firm punch to the jocks abdomen, the blow coming faster and harder then anyone would have expected before he was bobbing out of the way, his smaller size allowing him to dance around him as if his feet weren't even touching the ground. He came up behind him, sending his foot sharply at the back of his knee, and Trent toppled over onto the ground, crying out sharply as Bee came down on his knee in the center of his back, holding him down despite his much smaller size, gripping his head in the crook of his arm, lifting his head up in a choke hold.
The entire thing had taken a span of time no longer then the blink of an eye, and when Trent finally realized what had happened, it was too late. He leaned in close to Trent's ear, even as the jock's friends backed up, completely forgetting about restraining Sam and Mikaela.
"I have been a soldier for longer then you can even imagine. I have had an extremely bad week, and the last thing I need is some slagging bully coming around and starting fights with my friends! Do you understand, you worthless piece of filth???" The fire that dripped from Bumblebee's lips sent chills down even Sam and Mikaela's backs, but Trent, obviously wanting to keep the upper hand, struggled against the hold he was in, grunting in protest.
"Who do you think you are??? Let me up you little shit, I'm gonna –AAH!" There was an almost audible crunch as Bee's fist slammed down against Trent's ribs just under his shoulder blade, knocking his breath out and drawing a pained whimper from his lips.
"Wrong Answer!!! I asked if you understand! Do. You. Understand???" This time, Trent simply whimpered, nodding weakly in response, and finally, Bee released his head, letting it fall back to the ground with a resounding thunk as he stood up, standing above the unhappy football player. "Good. Now get off her lawn and don't you ever bother Mikaela or Sam again, do you hear me??? Trust me, I'll know if you do, and I'll come looking for you…the next time that happens, I be back to my usual self, and may the Matrix help you if I am…"
Trent clambered weakly to his feet, stumbling over to the group of boys who had long since put almost the entire yard's distance between themselves and Bumblebee. He mumbled something at them through the pain in his voice, something that was hard for them to understand literally, but who's meaning was translated easily enough. It wasn't long before the doors to the Hummer were slamming shut and the vehicle peeled out of the driveway, tearing off down the street.
The silence that lingered between the three remaining friends seemed to drag on for an hour before Bee simply sighed, his hand going back to his jaw, holding it and rubbing at it irritably, shaking his head.
"Bumblebee, are you alright?" He glanced back up at Sam as if he had forgotten he was there, nodding softly as the previously murderous glare he'd held faded from his face to a look of quiet, tired resolve, the same sort of look he'd held not ten minutes before, only with a touch of fear.
"Yes, I'm fine…Just wondering what Ratchet will do to me once I come back and he finds out I've dislocated my jaw again. And…what Optimus will do when he finds out what I just did…" It certainly didn't escape Sam and Mikaela's awareness, the fact that more then likely, Optimus would be absolutely furious, regardless of what Ratchet would say. That, they suspected, was more what troubled Bumblebee, what his Commander's reaction would be to all of it.
Mikaela shook her head softly, putting and arm around his shoulders comfortingly as he sighed, looking more then a little irritated with his own actions. "You didn't have to do that, Bee. But…thank you. And I'm sure we'll think of something. We'll just explain to him. He'll understand, right?" Bee shook his head softly, rubbing at the bridge of his nose frustratedly, though he didn't answer.
They stood there silently for another moment before finally he gave a soft sigh, breaking the tension between them, but not the worry, like a bunch of children worried that they would be caught in the act of breaking their father's "Golden Rule" the moment he lay eyes on them all. "Well…whatever…we'll worry about it when it comes to it. Let's just go inside. We can wait for Ironhide to come pick you two up from the living room."
They trekked inside the house, Mikaela finding her first aid kit in the closet and bringing Bee the roll of gauze so he could wrap his jaw up once again, as each of them sat on the couch in silence, Bumblebee letting his head fall back against the back of the couch, his eyes drifting closed as he dozed gently, waiting for the eldest Autobot to come take them back to the hideout.