All In A Day's Work:
Bumblebee chirped in a confused tone, and started to wander around the base. Though it was still fairly new, he was able to navigate easily through the massive corridors and rooms. While turning a corner, he nearly knocked over a pile of steel beams leaning against the wall, when he saw a mass of silky brown curls squeak in fright.
"Careful, Bee! I know that there hasn't really been anything going on, but I really don't want to be the first accident on the list." The slender teenager carefully walked around the heels of the yellow mech, reveling in the fact that she almost got trodden on.
"I am sorry, but I was wondering whether you would know where Sam is?" The poor mech hasn't seen his companion in ages, and was getting no luck from the other Autobots, who all merely coughed and said that they didn't know his whereabouts. "I am worried." Bumblebee has noticed that whenever his charge was with him or with any mech in the vicinity, Sam's hormones seemed to spike up into levels that would describe him in being, in human terms, 'horny.' He has never mentioned anything about this, in fear of provoking Sam, because he has also noticed that there was a change in the Autobots as well.
Suddenly Bumblebee noticed the sly grin that was spreading across Mikaela's face. She waved her hands around absent-mindedly around her, and started to walk down the hallway towards her room. "Nothing that I know of, my Dear Bee. Oh no, nothing." She then continued to saunter away.
"Maybe you should ask…" Mikaela purred, before turning the corner and disappeared.
Bumblebee whined in frustration. What was going on? He held a hand towards his helm to communicate with everyone on the base.
-I would like to know what is going on. - Bumblebee clicked impatiently.
-…What are you talking about Bumblebee… - The yellow mech could hear the hesitation from his leader's audiobox.
-I want to know what you are hiding from me? Where is Samuel? I haven't seen him for several cycles, and I have a feeling that it has something to do with you. - Bumblebee noticed his rash statements, and sighing, commed in a gentler tone.
-I am just worried Optimus. Please understand. -
There was no response for several minutes. Bumblebee had thought that Optimus had gone, and was startled to hear the sudden consent.
-…Very well. He is with Ratchet, but first-
Bumblebee didn't even hear what the Autobot leader was going to say. He just wanted to see Sam.
Bumblebee shifted to his signature yellow Camaro, the switching of parts never not welcome to him. Speeding down the corridor, the yellow blur raced past several scared NEST occupants, until he had managed to screech in halt in front of the Medbay door. Transforming hurriedly, he pressed in the code beside the metal panel. A soft, female voice quietly said:
ACCESS DENIED.
What? Bumblebee tried again, but it was no use. The beeping and repeated voice of the female only started to annoy the mech. The Medbay was to be opened to anyone on NEST base! What was Ratchet doing? What was he even doing with Sam? Sam was his charge! He was his guardian, and Ratchet had no reason to be with him. Bumblebee started to pound on the door.
"Ratchet! I need to talk to you! It's about Sam."
A small blip sounded from they yellow helm. –What is it Bumblebee? -
-Sam, he is with you, isn't he? -
-…And what about it? -
-So he is with you! Why? And why is everyone so secretive of it! – Bumblebee curled his servos into each other, the paint almost peeling into little curls. His spark was pulsing so hard and fast, it was almost unbearable. But if Sam is just behind this door… He pounded his fist into the metal, leaving a tire-sized dent.
-Bee, just stop! I will let you in. But promise me that you will not jump to conclusions when you enter. –
-By Primus, if there is something wrong with Sam-
-There is not! Just shut-up and agree to me! –
-… I agree. –
Like a secret password, the door slid towards the side, although a little awkwardly was it was damaged. Bumblebee carefully and slowly walked into the Medbay, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft hiss.
Wait. There was something different about the Medbay. It did not smell sterile, or disinfected to Ratchet's liking. The metal surface of the room gleamed from the reflection of the pale fluorescent lights. Everything looked the same… but there was something else in the air. It smelled more humid… more hot.
That was one of the things from being a spy on Earth for so many years. If you were a spy, you noticed all of the small details.
Bumblebee's sensors were not as strong as Ratchet's, but they were still sensitive enough to detect and decompose the build up of a foreign substance. It was not too long ago… the consistency is still fresh. It smelled an awful lot like-
Mech oil.
Startled blue optics glanced hurriedly towards Ratchet, who was holding a small bundle of cloth. Out peeked from the folds was a mess of brown hair, damp with water. It was Sam, his cheeks and shoulders were flushed with the pink tinge of exhaustion.
The mech oil was coming from him. Ratchet has connected with Sam.
"Bumblebee," Ratchet warned softly, retracting his buzz saw from his forearm. He gently placed the sleeping form onto the berth behind him, using his body to protect his ward. "Listen to me." He silently commed into his communication line with Optimus.
-Optimus bring Ironhide and go to the Medbay, quickly. -
Ratchet watched as his young subordinate shook with concentrated rage. There was no expression in his eyes, but his digits clenched in a tight grip that Ratchet was sure enough could crush a small car into pieces if he had tried. But to Ratchet's surprise, Bumblebee gave a defeated warble, and placed his faceplates in his servos.
"I have known you for so long, Ratchet. I can't possibly harm any of you in any way. You are like my family, and have taught me many things. You… Optimus, and Ironhide, Jazz," Saddening when he had mentioned his deceased companion. The small mech sighed, gazing to the resting Sam. "I cannot possibly lose anymore from something like this."
Inside, Ratchet was secretly glad, but it hurt him to see Bumblebee like this. He gently patted Bumblebee on his faceplates, stroking the warm metal speaker.
"Well, I'm glad that you managed not to act like a sparkling. But I am sorry for keeping this from you, Bumblebee. I, or we I should say, had no right keeping this from you.
"But why? Do you not trust me enough?"
Ratchet flinched from accusing tone, and couldn't prevent the guilty feeling seep into his system. "We do, but we had talked when you took Sam out to school… and had come to the conclusion that maybe it would be hard for you to accept. You are closer to Sam than all of us, so it would be understandable for you to be possessive."
Bumblebee said nothing about this, and in his processor he silently agreed. He felt a smug pleasure at times, knowing that he was Sam's guardian, but now he felt as if he were a sparkling told to protect something that really didn't need protecting at all. Just a lie to get out of the way.
The door of the Medbay suddenly slid open, and the red flamed leader rushed in with his mask slid down and his sword in hand, followed closely by Ironhide, who looked like he was ready to blast anything that was going to move: all of his cannons were out. However, surveying the situation, they both retracted their respective weapons and a sigh of relief could be heard beside a low grumble. Optimus gazed at the two meches standing over the boy.
"Ratchet, Bumblebee. Is everything alright?" The lime-green mech quietly sighed.
"I suppose. I was afraid that I would have had to tear Bee limb from limb. Where in slag were you two?" Steam was almost emerging from the medic.
"Galloway." Optimus replied shortly. Ironhide snorted, rubbing at a smudge that was tarnishing one of his cannons. "He demanded that we talk, but gladly we were excused when you called. I feel that we are not being threatened to leave just yet. Perhaps our presence does not intimidate all."
Bumblebee was silent through all this, and Optimus felt the stare of the young bot burning through his helm.
"Bumblebee?"
"I have one request. I want to be with Sam as well."
"Of course, I am sure he would allow it but… I am unsure if maybe it is too early…"
"I am no longer a youngling, Prime! I have just about enough right as anyone here." Bumblebee huffed through his systems, turning on his heel to face away. Optimus crossed his arms, and taking a moment, tried to consider an option. He sighed, shuttering his optics.
"Very well, Bumblebee. However, you must ask Samuel for yourself."
Bumblebee nodded. He looked at Ratchet with a suspicious glare. Automatically, Ratchet seemed to have almost read his mind.
"You know very well that I have asked Sam for his consent, Bumblebee." Ratchet snapped. "I never would have done it forcefully. It can get unbearable to be around him, yes, but I have enough self-control to not rape young male organisms. You should understand that Sam does not know anything about interfacing with Cybertronians, and that it would be best for me to show him." The young scout whined, his antennae lowering in sadness.
"I know that you want to be with him. But remember that you are not the only one." Ratchet motioned towards Optimus and Ironhide, who were watching Sam gently sleep, his bare chest rising in slow steady breaths.
"Just allow the boy to rest. Then you may ask."
Reaching for a wench that was the size of a park bench, Ratchet turned from quietly gentle to a mech that Primus would cower under.
"Now get the hell out of my Medbay!"
TBC
I'm sorry that there isn't any smut here, but I promise in the next chapter there will be. Fufufufufufufu… (How come there isn't any reviews yet? WAAAAAHHH) But I could do without the flaming...