Curse of the Furby
Chapter 2
Author's note: I wasn't going to plan on continuing this one but somehow it's struck and the Furby's want revenge. Poor old Bee, this is probably going to end up something rather odd and crazy but we'll have to see what happens with it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and hope you all come back for some more.
AN2: Sorry it's short but it works this way.
"Bee I hate you"
Looking up from the lying position he was in, Bee frowned at the rather cranky Ironhide and tried to recall what he had done now in order to annoy the gun totting autobot. There wasn't anything that rapidly sprung to mind unless it was something from a while ago but all in all Bee had been a good quiet bot of late and couldn't see what he had done to annoy the other at all. "Why? What have I done now?" he asked, feeling rather curious.
Ironhide flopped down next to Bee and exhaled loudly, "Annabel's got a Furby"
It took a full twenty-two seconds for this information to process through into Bee's central computer; mull itself over and then caused stifled laughter to escape from the smaller bot. He tried his best to hide it but failed dramatically.
"It ain't funny, she insists on taking it everywhere with her. It's your fault" Ironhide attempted to be angry but couldn't as it was rather amusing watching the little yellow warrior wriggle about on the floor of the look out.
Bee pushed himself up to his elbows in order to gain a little more balance, "How's it my fault? I didn't get her the blooming thing"
Ironhide just glared at him, "You were the one who started this all off by buying one"
Shaking his head, Bee looked out over the view, "That thing got blown up I'll have you know. Anyway why would I subject anyone to such a terror?"
"Cause you would, you like weird little things" Ironhide rubbed his optics sleepily, trying to dispel the creatures constant singing from his mind as Annabel had been left in him with the damn thing whilst Lennox went shopping.
Bee shrugged, "I don't like little weird things"
"Don't get me started on half of the stories I know about a certain little minibot and all the trouble he used to cause" grumbled the older mech.
The comment only caused Bee to groan playfully but continue to chuckle, "So who bought her the Furby?"
"Uncle Ernie"
Bee sighed, "Well go and complain at him about it then"
"I don't know uncle Ernie" replied Ironhide though it was obvious that the older mech was trying not to go into a recharge. Bee chortled a little more lightly and went back to his visual of the darkening city.
"You can always take the batteries out of it, that's supposed to shut them up but I could be wrong" waiting on the older mechs gruff reply, Bee was surprised when none came.
"Hide?" he asked turning.
Head lulled forward and optics dimmed off, Ironhide looked quite at peace in the recharge state. A sly grin crossed Bee's features but he knew better than to try anything whilst the gunslinger was asleep.
"Heh dozy old mech, you'll have to put up with a lot more than talking Furby's before she's done growing up" he mused to himself and then frowned slightly. What was that sound? It was a high-pitched voice that was singing a song.
Carefully he tuned his audios into it and felt a stab of fear, "Go to sleep and I'll play with Bee," sang an all to familiar tune.
No, it couldn't be. Please Primus no!
From a small compartment somewhere around Hide's chest level, a door opened and a white Furby rolled out and landed on the grass with a happy laugh.
Bee backed away from it instantly, feeling more afraid of it than he really should have been.
"Play with me Bee, we'll be best of friends" came the white monsters reply.