Summary: With Ron and Judy away, Bumblebee finds himself the caretaker of an ill Sam. Its an afternoon filled with chicken noodle soup, videogames, and friendship.

Genre: Friendship/ General.

Characters: Sam and Bumblebee.

Authors Note: Thank you to all the wonderful reviews that I have been receiving so far! They always manage to make my night.

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!


Video Games, a Chest Cold and Best Friends.

By: Life-is-Insanity.


Deep down, Bumblebee knew that it was wrong to be doing what he was. Being an Autobot meant to have honour and an unwavering loyalty. But really, how could he pass up an opportunity like this?

"Oh, where you goin', 'Bee? Where you goin'?"

It wasn't everyday he got to beat Sam at one of his own video games. And if that meant throwing loyalty out the window all together, then by Primus, he would throw it out the window.

Pressing down hard on the X button of the controller, Bumblebee urged his car forward. With the finish line only one hundred metres away, it was inevitable that he would loose. Sam was too far behind him, although he was desperately trying to catch up. A moment later, his car spun across the finish line and Bumblebee released a shout of victory.

Laughing quietly at his guardian, Sam let his controller fall into his lap. "I swear you're downloadin' cheats," he said hoarsely. "No one can be that good."

"Me? Download cheats?" Bumblebee faked hurt. "I'm an Autobot, for slag's sake, we don't cheat. How could you say that?"

"Well then, my apologizes," said Sam, sarcastically. He pulled the blanket draped around his shoulders closer and was about to say more but he dissolved into a violent coughing fit that seemed to rattle his chest.

Bumblebee watched his charge, regret clear in his eyes. There was very little that he could do for Sam in getting rid of the chest cold he had contracted, except follow the very precise instructions that Ratchet had sent him. No school, lemon water with honey, chicken noodle soup, vitamin C and lots of rest. Take it slowly, he had stated at the end, Sam's immune system will get rid of the cold on its own.

Not the sort of instructions the young Autobot had been hoping for, but when has Ratchet ever let him astray?

Waiting until Sam's coughing fit had passed, Bumblebee rose from his spot on the ground. "Its close to one o'clock," he stated. "How about that chicken noodle soup now?"

Swallowing hard, Sam nodded. "Sounds good. Do you wanna play the same game again or should I throw in a different one?"

"How 'bout a different one. You can choose," said Bumblebee, walking into the Witwicky's kitchen and towards the items that Mikaela had been kind enough to drop off before heading to school. He picked up a can of Campbell's soup ('the best stuff out there' according to Mikaela) and, after downloading how to use a can opener, dumped the contents into a bowl and place it in the micro-wave.

"How about Night of the Living Dead II?" Sam called. "You can help me mow down some zombies."

"Zombies?"

"Dead human bodies that've come back to life."

"You humans have the weirdest imaginations."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

The micro-wave beeped behind him. Bumblebee pulled the steaming soup out, placed a spoon in it, and carefully made his way back to the living room. There was no need for a hand towel. The hot bowl could not harm his hologram.

Placing it slowly on the table before Sam, Bumblebee returned to his spot on the ground. Sam smiled at him, eyes glassy from his fever, and grabbed a hold of the spoon.

"Thanks, 'Bee," he said, voice think with phlegm. "You've gotta be the greatest best friend ever. Miles would never have done this for me."

The Scout blinked at the term 'best friend' as his charge ate his soup. Sam really considered him as a best friend?

He picked his controller up from the floor. "You're a great best friend, too, Sam. Now, how to you mow down zombies?"


August 14 2010


Well, this was needless hard. Took me about six tries to get this and I'm still not sure if I like it. Sorry if the ending is a little…abrupt. That was the only place I could think about ending it.

Oh well. Can't have everything, can you?

One of my rarer fics where Bumblebee can actually talk.

I like writing Bumblebee and Sam together. Expected another drabble regarding them in the near future (anyone guess which chapter that's going to be?) I apologizes if they sound OOC.

Review, please, and you will receive an Autobot or Decepticon plushies of your choice!