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Bumblebee whined slightly. He'd never felt so pathetic. These...these tiny little organics, had him trapped. Imprisoned, by a few members of a species that he could crush with two fingers. Not that he would, of course. He was only recognizing the fact that it was possible.
He mentally cursed Megatron for smashing his vocal processor. And again. And again. At least then, he wouldn't go out silently. As if he accepted it. And was alright with it. He didn't, and he wasn't.
Primus, if he hadn't made the slagging oath...
Well, it doesn't really matter anymore. He sent a final glare at the male human who was refreezing him, and shuttered his optics.
The door burst open. Bumblebee didn't look.
"Hey, hey, STOP!"
He snapped open his optics. Sam!
He twisted around, trying to see them. The male with the ice was pulled away, and the bonds were pulled off of him. He stood. Sam and Mikaela were both next to the table.
Bumblebee activated his plasma cannon. Those slaggers better stay their sorry afts away from him. Optimus wouldn't be too mad if it was self-defence, would he?
Sam was speaking, but Bumblebee hardly heard him. Where was Silvercrest, then?
"Bee, c'mon, they have the Allspark, Megatron is in the next room, please, put the gun away, they won't hurt you." He gave the boy a grudging look, but obeyed.
They probably already had Silvercrest, then...
Mikaela turned to Sam. "But if Bumblebee's in here, where's...that smaller one, nobody said their name..."
Bee glanced up. They didn't find her?
Sam looked confused. "Who?"
Mikaela took on a facepalm-like expression and slapped Sam upside the head. "They got a different one, I think it was a girl, had a silver Buell Firebolt, as a...like you guys turn into, and was smaller than all the others, Latina...hologram? I don't know what stuff is...called."
Bee nodded emphatically. Sam turned to the guy with grey hair. "Where's the other one?"
"The motorcycle? We lost her."
"What do you mean, lost her?"
"All systems shut down, eyes went dark, we lost her, the ice plugged something up!"
Bee found out that it was possible, actually, to see red. A random voice came through his speakers. "WHAT?"
The guy looked uncomfortable. "What?"
Another voice, probably an excerpt from a movie or something, came through,"Where is she?"
"That's class-"
He reactivated his plasma cannon, pointing it at the guys face. He visibly paled.
"I can take you to her."
The room Silvercrest was in was brightly lit. A few guys were standing around her, making sure she remained frozen. About ten or so scientist-types stood at certain areas, taking notes.
Simmons opened the door. "Alright, she's in here, but she's gone. We've tried everything we can, she's just gone. You probably won't believe it, but I really am sorry."
He received no reply, and fully opened the door to let everyone in.
Bumblebee moved straight to her side. He mentally swore.
Bumblebee to Ratchet.
Bumblebee? Are you alright? Where the slag are you, we can't pick up your signature!
I'm fine. It's probably something to do with this slagheap. The Cube is here, as is Megatron, he's frozen right now, though. Electricity's failing, so there's a slight problem. Anyway, I think I can online Silvercrest if I can get the ice out of her inner workings, how can I do that?
WHAT?
Think, please, these slagging fragheads got ice into her vents, her systems couldn't restore, probably, and went into an emergency shut down. If I can get the ice out, she will probably wake up. Is that correct?
Yes, actually. I don't know if you can, though...
Why?
Well, I could, but I have different programming. Can you channel Spark-heat to your hands?
Um...Let me check... Yeah, I can.
Really? That's surprising. You're strange.
Love you, too, now what?
Well, melt it, glitch-head.
Oh. Well.
Bumblebee hesitate for a moment, then placed a hand on either side of her chassis. There was a snap, a crackle, a pop, then the telltale crick of ice shattering, then a few drips, a high-pitched mechanical screech, and her optics suddenly onlined.
It worked.
Did you doubt me?
Not really.
I was being sarcastic.
Well, sorry, I can't tell on a comm line.
What's your location?
Hoover Dam.
Why?
Don't head here, I'll be in Mission City soon.
Don't forget the Allspark.
I'm not that much of a glitch, Ratchet.
Sorry. Old habit. You were incredibly forgetful as a Sparkling. Still are, somewhat.
See ya, Ratch.
Bumblebee turned his attention to Silvercrest.
It was too bright. No, it wasn't, I can't fragging see. Okay. That's better.
I cursed optic recalibration, rolling my head, wincing as ice popped off of my metal. I sat up, shifting every part I had until I was totally ice-free.
I looked around. Bumblebee was crouching next to the table I was on, staring at me with hopeful optics. My sensors told me that he'd filtered Spark-heat to some other body part. He brought me back.
I looked at him. "Thank you."
He shrugged. I wasn't about to let you die.
I smiled slightly. I owe you one.
He nodded. If we make it out of this, I'll hold you to that.
Deal.
I looked around the room. There was a bunch of random humans, and then Samuel and Mikaela. I wondered if they had nicknames.
I shrugged it off. "Where's the Allspark? I feel it."
I stood, optics on the two humans.
"It's, like, literally in the next room over."
I scoffed. "Well, we need to get it out, then. This place is a slagheap, won't hold up for five kliks. C'mon."
The boy whispered to the girl. "The hell is a klik?"
She shrugged. I cycled air through my vents. "I think you call them 'seconds'?"
"Oh."
The Allspark was on a corner, arching far up into the air. It was covered in the language of the Primes. I wondered what it said, but didn't dwell on it.
I glanced at Bumblebee. Our optics met for a moment. I nodded slightly. He turned back forward and took a few steps forward. He looked a little hesitant as he reached towards the cube, tentatively placing his hands on it.
A shock of electricity ran through it, and Bee jerked a little, probably having received a shock to his systems. The Cube began to fold in on itself.
"Wow.", I heard someone mutter. I glanced down. Some army-type guy was standing a little ways away from me, staring up at the Allspark.
Bumblebee gripped the now hand-held Allspark, reverting to alt-form. For human work, that's really a sexy car. Just saying.
I followed suit, activating my holoform. Now seeing through her eyes, I brushed some hair out of my face, cracking my neck. I gripped the handles of my alt-form, revving my own engine without having done it? That's weird...
I tuned around and followed Bee out, a few of the armored cars behind me. We caught up to Optimus, Jazz, Ironhide, and Ratchet after around a meta...um...hour. They noticeably sped up after we joined them, and it was another hour till Mission City.
I deactivated my holoform. An F-22 flew overhead. Detecting a Spark signature I swore. Obviously, the humans detected no such thing, because they'd called an army division called the Air Force, whatever the hell that is.
A smoke bomb was set off, covering the ground in green smoke. Ironhide transformed, as did Bumblebee.
"It's Starscream!"
They began to lift a rusted out abandoned truck as a shield. That would never work.
It was too late to say anything; the plasma missile hit the truck, blowing it to slag. Bumblebee and Ironhide was thrown back, but he stood right up. Bumblebee catapulted off to the left, all of the military-types took cover, and Samuel and Mikaela both were knocked to the ground.
"Frag." I transformed, looking over towards Bumblebee. He dragged himself towards Samuel, who was staring in shock.
I turned towards them.
His legs were severed at the joint.
"Oh, my God... Bee, your legs..."
Way to state the obvious, kid.
"You're okay, come on, stand up, please, you're okay..."
I took a step towards them. "He can't."
Samuel whirled around.
"He'll be alright, don't worry too much. Ratchet's fixed worse than that. Doc's a miracle worker."
"Are you...are you sure?"
"Trust me. As long as he doesn't take another heavy hit. The frag was Ironhide thinking, using that slagheap as a shield... Grab the Cube, Samuel."
He obliged. Bee relaxed.
"Call me Sam. Everyone else does." I turned, activating my plasma cannon.
"I thought that might be it. Ya don't look like much of a Samuel."
I took a position a little ways in front of Bumblebee, firing at a stubbornly alive Devastator. A car pulled away behind me, and when I looked back, Bumblebee was gone, as was Mikaela. Sam, Ratchet, and Ironhide were racing towards a tall building, and I could just see a few Black Hawks in the distance.
Jazz was gone, God knows where. People were screaming. I vaguely detected Ironhide's voice in the distance. The soldiers were yelling.
"Defensive formation. This isn't going well."
"I'm out of ammo, anyone gotta clip?"
"This isn't fucking working!"
"Fuck, I'm hit!"
"EMP! We lost radio!"
"This is bullshit!"
I released a shaky stream of air through my vents. I can't take Devastator, but I had to do something.
I ran forward dodging plasma discharge. I jumped, shooting as I kicked off a wall. I jumped, twisting slightly in midair to avoid two missiles.
I suppressed a smirk. This, when the only real-life experience I've had were the infrequent attacks on the Ark?
I took jumped over two other shots, growling in frustration. I shot a plasma missile and a cannon shot at Devastator. He dodged one, the other got him in the left side sector of his chassis.
He slouched slightly, but didn't take serious damage. I cursed in Cybertronian, continuing to shoot.
A sudden onslaught of plasma discharges came from behind me, impacting Devastator solidly. Recognizing it as friendly fire, I continued to shoot, reassured now that everyone else was not dead.
One solid shot to the mid-chassis successfully took him down. Whoever was behind me was the one who fired it. I turned around, hoping that it was an ally and not some random rogue that had just stepped in. I seriously doubted it, but hey, anythings possible.
There was tow-truck, which Mikaela was climbing out of, that had Bumblebee on the back of it, deactivating his plasma cannon. A smile broke onto my face plates and I walked back over to them.
I think I might owe you double now.
Why? You were doing pretty good.
Yeah, at dodging. My hits weren't doing slag.
Bee shrugged. You would've gotten him eventually.
I rolled my optics. We can agree to disagree. I think he would've fried my aft in a few cycles.
He smirked slightly. If you say so.
I do.
I turned away, looking around me. Mikaela was climbing into the half-collapsed building that the human soldiers were all in. Optimus was visible down the street, fighting Megatron. Ratchet, Ironhide, and Jazz were nowhere to be seen.
I cycled air through my vents.
It was literally about five cycles...ahem...minutes later, but the tides had definitely changed. Megatron was dead, thanks to Sam, Ratchet did a brief check on Optimus and Ironhide. He declared them priority 3 and 4, then instructed me to bring Bumblebee to an empty warehouse a little ways eastward from here that he'd noticed.
As I began to think about how I'd do this, Mikaela approached me.
"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if maybe I could help? I mean, I might be able to, and if I stay here, I'll just be wandering around doing nothing, so... If you want, I could drive the tow truck."
"You're good with cars, right?", I asked her.
"Well, yeah, I guess, would that do any good?"
"Some. And driving the tow truck would be...really...helplful."
She smiled. "Alright."
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