Okay, this is Bumblebee's chapter. I must have been having a very bad day when I wrote the other one cause come on... It was sooooooo depressing. I'm a cruel author to make little 'Bee feel that way T.T Although his life here is still very bad, he's more joyful and more like has more of his original personality. Hope you like it.
Now about the pairings. I know I said in the other fic, that one of the couples was gonna be RatchetXIronhide, but I have recently read a lot of awesome fics involving RatchetXTwins and I
love the pairing. So right now I'm in the middle of a dilemma, I have no idea which couple to do. T.T
POLL TIME!! XD
Pick ur fav:
RatchetXIronhide
RatchetXTwins
(and pick fast please...)
Another thing, do you guys see Optimus as a teacher or as a student? I can't make up my mind about him. Hmmmm....
Edit: 20/11/09
astrosecond: Cybertronian .498 Earth seconds
breem: Cybertronian 8.3 Earth minutes
cycle: Cybertronian Earth hour
megacycle: 12 Earth hour
klick: Cybertronian: Cybertronian Earth minute
nano-klik: Cybertronian Earth second
jour: Cybertronian Earth day
orn: Cybertronian 13 Earth days
vorn: Cybertronian 83 Earth years
solar cycle: Cybertronian Earth year
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Places he hadn't even known existed hurt. He had dents practically everywhere and his once yellow paint job was starting to look brown and was rusting in some places.
Usually, the yellow mech would be repaired by the school's med bot. But the last one had been chased away two orns ago, and he hadn't been able to find a decent bot to trust with his repairs, so now, he'd have to let Mendless, the med bot's assistant, fix him. He hated Mendless. He wasn't nice at all and would make him feel more pain before he was 'repaired', plus, he wasn't a medic but could at least repair some of the damages.
Bumblebee sighed. "Another jour... another jour in the pit." He thought grimly. He had just gotten out of a very short recharge and was heading for school, from practically the other side of the underground city. The road there was dark and almost empty. Some bots came and went but never did they pay any attention to him. A sight like him would startle any bot and would immediately call on the law enforcers. But not here. Almost everybot was in the same state. Those who weren't, were very powerful, avoided trouble like the plague, lived alone, had caring caretakers or friends, or had the means to fix themselves.
Despite his joking and obnoxious attitude, he was depressed. The bots he lived with were violent, cruel and uncaring. They treated him like a slave. "Do this, so that." Was all they ever said to him.
The yellow mech had never met his creators. When he was still a sparkling, he remembered there was somebot by his side, protecting him. He remembered feeling warmth and love. Then, there was a void, that was as far back as his memory chips went. The rest, was filled with his time at the hands his 'caretakers'.
'Useless, worthless, unwanted, hated, pathetic, a mistake.' That was what they told him. A part of him believed it. After all, nobot had claimed him. He was smaller then most of the other bots, even some of the minibots. He didn't even know how to fight well.
Since he was still in his second frame, he had no weapons of any sort. The youngling couldn't wait until he got his third frame. He would be able to leave that place for good. He had to work hard to earn enough credit to be able to that. But there was no rush. He had a long way to go before he got his third frame. Another very good reason to get his next frame, was because he could get weapons upgrades. Right now, he didn't have any. All he could do was send a little electroshock, that could harm next to nothing.
Though he wouldn't be able to take any weapons to school. The mech laughed at the idea. There was a very strict policy about weapons. They were not allowed. Of course, there wasn't any mech in the school without one.
Some orphaned younglings tended to group up with others and form some kind of brotherhood to keep themselves save. Others found no need for that and had a normal life. The older bots didn't have as much problems since they lived independently. The biggest problems they could face was a debt or their involvement in gangs or in some sort of crime. Bumblebee had the misfortune of not belonging in any group. He had tried to make more friends. He truly had. He was funny. Or he had thought at one time. But he only managed to gain bullies. Rumors about him had been spread through out the whole school. And they weren't nice. He acted like he didn't care but inside he was a mess.
A tickle of warmth reached him. "My servos are cold" He registered with little care as a weak ray of sunlight the managed to break through the cold ceiling above, shone on his shoulder. That meant he was in need of a good energon cube.
Bumblebee stopped walking to look at the ceiling. When one looked up, all they saw was what appeared to be an endless dark hole, with two or three cracks in it that let light show through. The immense darkness made you feel overwhelmed, a sensation of being in a cage nearly suffocating you, yet at the same time, it gave the impression of being a vast space with no limits, exposing one to unlimited dangers, making one drown in a lost sea of darkness with no up or down. He shivered staring at the dark floor to get rid of the uneasy feeling. He wasn't sure how low into the planet they were in. He shook his head to clear his processor.
His thoughts were interrupted when everything around him seemed to come to life. Thats when he noticed he had reached the schools open gates. As he took a look around, he saw many bots coming in, whether it be in boisterous groups or alone.
With yet another sigh, the yellow bot made his way towards the school building, trying to avoid any unnecessary detection from unwanted fellows.
"Hey glitch think fast!"
No such luck.
Bumblebee turned quickly to face whoever had spoken only to have a gigantic metal ball hit him straight in his faceplates. He fell to the ground whimpering while trying to sooth the pain away by rubbing the tender spots, noticing he had some oil leaks.
"Awwwww, poor wittle wumwelwee! Here, let me help you up!"
The offender grabbed the small bot by the scruff bar and in one swift motion, hauled the poor youngling into the air, throwing him onto the metallic ground. Hard.
Bumblebee yelped loudly in surprise and pain as he fell on his back, metal pieces having embedded themselves into his circuits.
With a groan he sat up waiting for the ringing in his head to stop. He looked up as he heard snickering, only to come face to face with a larger mech.
"Skywarp..." He murmured, a tone of irritation and disdain. He stood up quickly so as to not be caught helplessly on the ground.
"Well what do you know? The glitch can speak!" Came the voice of Skywarp, who stood with his hand on his hips.
"Apparently, it knows your name."
Bumblebee then noticed that there were two other mechs accompanying Skywarp. One was called Thundercracker and the other was Starscream. Those three were Seekers, meaning their alt form was that of the aerial kind. They had formed their small 'gang' thinking they had the right to bother any bots they wanted. Their leader , Starscream, was one of the most annoying mechs in the whole school. But he was very talented in the science department.
Looking around, the small mech saw many bots avoid them, heads bowed low and walking quickly towards the building. Some of the braver ones stood at a safe distance watching the exchange.
"Cowards." He thought.
"Now now little one, give us your credit, and you may pass." Starscream said with his annoyingly high pitched voice, as Skywarp moved to let his 'leader' stand over the little bot.
"No way in the pit! I worked hard to earn my credit!" Bumblebee yelled desperately. He didn't have much with him, but he had worked till his servos 'bled' to gain what little he had. There was no way he was going to give it away. If he had to suffer more damage to his armor, so be it.
"Don't be such a glitch. We're working hard as well. Do you know how tiring it is to have to corner every single bot and take their credit? It's an exhausting job." Starscream said dramatically circling the smaller mech.
"Leave me alone you fraggers!"
It was meant to be threateningly. To show what he was really made off. He could tell that some of the bots that had stopped to see the "show" were surprised that he had bothered to talk back at the bigger, scarier bots. But of course, it had come out as a desperate cry, making Starscream and his cronies smile in an... unpleasant way.
"Ohooo, somebot wants to play tough." Said Skywarp making frightened gestures. The other two bots followed his example.
"What'cha gonna do glitch? Huh? What can you possibly do to us with no weapons and no strength? Glare us to deactivation?" Snarled Thundercracker getting closer.
Bumblebee knew he was in trouble. He saw what they were doing. They were cutting off his escape routs. There was no way he could pass them without being caught.
"Come little 'Bee, let us play until you give us your credit."
And then they were on him. He didn't know who grabbed him first, but in the next nano-klick, the three of them started pushing him around as if he were nothing yelling "catch!" as he was being thrown. He looked at the other mechs watching the scene trying to see if they would help him. But no one did because a) they were afraid of the three bots or b) they didn't care.
The small mech tried to fight back. But he would always trip and the game would continue.
"This is getting boring." Said Skywarp. "He can't even fight back." He continued with a pout.
"Well what do you expect from a worthless glitch? Pathetic!" Spat Thundercracker.
"Come on glitch! Show some spark! Bet you couldn't hit an off-line mech!"
"Even if he did, I bet his 'punches' don't even hurt!" Laughed Starscream as he kicked Bumblebee to the ground.
"No, but mine do!"
Before the three mechs could process anything, they found themselves being grabbed, turned over and pummeled to the hard metallic ground. Surprised and aching all over, Starscream turned to see the one who dared lay a servo on him, but the glare that meant to kill turned into a panicked and scared stare.
"Y-yo Irondhide... ho-how are you this fine gloomy morning?" Stuttered the 'fearless leader'. He could feel his companions tense behind him as they heard that name. They stood up and were greeted by a very fragged-off gray mech.
"I was doing just fine till my optic sensors saw some scum picking on a little bot!" Spat Ironhide. His plasma cannons (which, as said before were actually not allowed at school but... ), started to prickle with energy while he looked at the three mechs in disgust.
Thundercracker gulped.
Skywarp turned ready to run.
And Starscream tried to negotiate.
"Now now Ironhide, lets not be hasty shall we?"
Bad choice.
"TOO LATE FOR THAT YOU SLAGGERS!"
With a few plasma shots in an astrosecond, the mechs were down and running away a nano-klick later yelling promises of revenge.
Almost every bot that had witnessed the three bullies bashing, stifled a laugh and kept going on their way ready to spread the news to every one that would lend them an audio receptor.
'"Ironhide..." Bumblebee said in a small voice. Why was Ironhide of all mechs helping him? He was one of the biggest, meanest, fiercest badaft mechs in the whole school who had the scariest, strongest, coolest plasma cannons one could wish for. Of course, they were only nice to the optic sensors if you weren't at the receiving end. And he just loved to show off their power.
"Ya okay kid?" Came the gruff voice of the older mech.
"Ummm, yeah?"
The other raised an optic ridge at him, noticing how small the other was, and how he was in desperate need of a good medic. Ironhide had seen the younger mech a lot of times in the past. He saw how he was left out by the other mechs and how he tried so hard to get their approval. Today, the older mech had been passing by when he saw the younger mech again. There was something strangely familiar about him. He decided to follow the mech knowing he where he was going. And that's when he saw him being bullied.
"So what's yar designation kid?" He asked helping the smaller bot up.
"I'm Bumblebee." Ironhide chuckled at the enthusiasm the other showed, and at the confusion in his optics.
"He must not be used ta somebot asking him his designation." He thought sadly.
Bumblebee felt nervous. This was one of the first times he was spoken to politely and he didn't want to screw it up. But he didn't know what to say.
"Ummm, why did you help me?" Was the first thing that was in his processor.
"Not all the bots in this hellish place are cold sparken." Responded the older mech.
"Thats not what I see." Bumblebee quickly shut his voice capacitor off. "Stupid stupid stupid!" He thought angrily. "Be nice you glitch!"
"I- I'm sorry I just..." He mumbled pathetically.
"S' okay kid, no harm done. Come on, I'll take ya to the medbay."
"What?" He asked dumbly.
"Have ya seen ya self in a mirror? Ya look like scrap. There's still some breems left till the bell rings. Might as well do something 'bout all those dents."
Bumblebee was stunned. Not only had Ironhide saved him from Starscream and his cronies, but he just offered to take him to the med bay? The yellow mech couldn't help but hit himself to see if he was dreaming.
"Ow!" He muttered. Nope, he was very much awake.
"Ya coming kid?"
The younger bot looked up to see Ironhide waiting for him patiently. Making up his mind not to screw this rare demonstration of kindness, he ran to catch up with him. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be such a bad jour after all.
Okay here it is. I changed the fact that in the other one they already were friends. Now we get to see how they become friends and why 'Bee seemes so familiar to 'Hide. YEY!!
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