Woo! Alright, it's finally finished. xD I had fun writing this chapter and before I could post it last night, my mom made me go to bed. But, hey! It's here now, so have fun reading it all of my wonderful viewers. x3
A little note: Words in italics indicate what Bumblebee hears before he's awake.
Just so you're not too confused! x3
Chapter Six – I Love You
Bumblebee fluttered open his optics with a groggy whirr from his throat, disarrayed as he found himself in an unfamiliar room. He was in a room, not outside in the storm.
"Wh-Wha…?" he murmured.
The bot sat his own little form upright, wide optics scanning as he uttered nervous whimpers. He tried to turn around, but a hand clamped over his stomach and legs, another gently pressing down against his chest. Bumblebee had no choice, but to lie down, glimmering optics looking up at the mech above him.
It wasn't the mech who had found him, it wasn't Optimus or Jazz. This mech was his color, he noticed, yellow with some flares of red on his armored form, blue optics like his own, and a serious faceplate.
Bumblebee blinked as the mech opened his tiny chest compartment, large fingers delicately prodding at the sensitive circuits of damaged wires fixed around the bot's tiny, beating blue heart. The youngling cried out, trying to wriggle from underneath the mech's massive hand. It only pressed down harder on the bot.
"Hold still…" The mech told him, trying his best to reassemble the bot's wires. A hot spark jumped in the mechling's spark chamber, popping and stinging him sharply.
Bumblebee's vision blurred with tears as he felt a jolt of pain suddenly stab his chest, causing his spark to beat quicker. He shivered and continued to squirm helplessly, emitting tiny groans and grunts as he struggled. Air intake vents hiccupping his breaths as he started to sob, Bumblebee shut his optics and cried as loud as his voice would allow him, hoping Optimus would come through the door and help him.
"Youngling, settle," came a firm voice, but easy in a tone that wouldn't frighten the bot.
Bumblebee screamed. He couldn't trust a stranger, not after what happened. He wouldn't risk anything, no way. He cried his loudest, optics shut tightly.
"Shhh, calm down…"
No, Bumblebee would not settle. Not until Optimus came.
The mech sighed and pulled away from Bumblebee.
It was silent for many astroseconds.
Bumblebee's optics opened just at the right time to see a tiny mask fall over his mouth. The mechling gasped, intaking much of gas that the device rushed into his vents. Bumblebee wriggled, shutting his optics as he could do nothing, but breathe it all in; Whatever the gas was, it blurred his vision, made everything spin and black away. His vents stung as the gas entered, and he held his breath, but he couldn't for long with all the sobs that broke through.
He didn't want to settle, but whatever the substance was, it made him.
His little youngling body was no match against it. It couldn't fight it off.
In a few astroseconds, Bumblebee's world was a blurry mess. The hand returned over his chest and stomach, keeping him down. Bumblebee's squirms were mere twitches as his little limbs sprawled out, his head falling to a side. The mechling fell into recharge, the last feeling being large fingers prodding at his spark chamber's wires, twisting them gently, fondling, and repairing.
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Eight Breems Later…
"Is the youngling doing well?"
"His repairs are all complete. I'm bringing him fully online now."
The mech lifted the mask from the youngling's mouth. He listened as Bumblebee's vents worked slowly and his internal systems shifted to a higher capacity, though keeping him in a light recharging stage. Bumblebee whirred, his head turning to the opposite side.
"There we go…He should be awake soon."
A sigh. "Wonderful…His spark wasn't injured at all, was it?"
"Not at all. Just a few of the wires surrounding its chamber needed to be repaired. Nothing more than a simple operation."
Bumblebee's systems shifted from recharge, revving quietly inside his little body whilst wide optics revealed themselves from behind their lids. The youngling looked around. The yellow and red mech was still standing above him, and other mightier form towered behind him. Bumblebee recognized him, those wonderfully warm optics that glowered at him gently.
Bumblebee smiled at Optimus, watching as the mech's metal lips curved into a smile in return. The other yellow mech stepped forward, patting the bot's spark chamber with his palm.
"Wakin' up, huh?" he whispered, smiling.
Bumblebee blinked at him, then nodded slowly.
The mech nodded back, then patted Bumblebee's stomach. He turned. "I'll go get him some energon. He's probably hungry," he said to Optimus, giving the bot a final smile before he departed from the room, calling behind him, "I'll be back."
Optimus nodded. A worry flashed in his processor. He hoped the mechling wasn't too hungry, or had been deprived of energon for too long of a time. Younglings definitely needed their nutrition.
Killing the concern, he sighed, "Hurry back, Ratchet."
He moved toward the berth that Bumblebee laid on, the entire thing being greatly oversized to such a small youngling. The mech sat himself on the edge, watching with a look of surprise on his faceplate as Bumblebee's little form scrambled itself up, then tottered over to him. Tiny arms barely could hug Optimus' side whilst a small head buried against it, a happy twitter following.
"Mmmm…" Bumblebee hummed happily. "You're back."
The mech's widened optics watched in almost awe. Optimus didn't expect Bumblebee to do this already. The youngling felt attached to him? That made his spark swell.
Optimus gingerly cupped his hand around Bumblebee's body, looking deeply into wide, innocent blue optics that stared back at him, a smile in them. He smiled the biggest he could muster, thumbing lightly over the small, yellow head. Bumblebee tilted it to a side slowly, letting Optimus run his finger down the tiny neck and shoulder, feeling the bot purr happily. Optimus grinned.
"What is your name, little one?" he asked, touching across Bumblebee's arm.
The mechling smiled. "Bumblebee," his little voice said proudly. "What's your name?"
The bot's voice alone was so innocent, so curious…And, Optimus had to admit, too fraggin' cute. He confessed that Bumblebee was adorable, perhaps the most precious thing he had ever seen in the time of the war.
He eased Bumblebee into his lap, pulling himself onto the berth. "My name is Optimus Prime," he told the bot, holding him in both of his hands. "I am the commander of the Autobots."
Bumblebee's optics flashed at the last word, a gasp leaving his mouth. A tiny yellow finger pointed to the red Autobot insignia fixed on his forehead, and he bounced in Optimus' hands with a smile.
"Autobot!" he chirped. "Me!"
Optimus laughed at the little bot's charm, patting his head as he nodded. "Yes, yes, that's right, Bumblebee," he said with a wide smile. "You are an Autobot."
Bumblebee giggled, then held out a tiny hand to Optimus. "It's nice to meet you," he grinned, optics upturning. "…Commander."
Optimus looked to the mechling's little hand, watching it for only a couple astroseconds before he slowly eased a single finger toward it. Bumblebee firmly gripped the mech's massive finger, giggling softly as Optimus shook his hand.
What manners the little bot had.
"And it's nice to meet you too, Bumblebee," Prime said in reply.
Bumblebee grinned.
Optimus watched the little fingers uncurl before he eased the bot against his stomach plating, watching as Bumblebee snuggled himself into him. Optimus held the tiny frame ever so gingerly, gladly thumbing over the youngling's pair of wings.
Bumblebee's form twitched and his hands dug into Optimus as he felt Optimus' fingers run across his wings. They were highly sensitive, prone to the lightest of touches. He giggled, wide optics looking up at Prime.
Optimus' drooped warmly as they gazed back, the mech chuckling in a rich sound that reverberated in his chest, rattling the tiny form in his hands gently. Bumblebee giggled in almost a squeal as Prime's laugh shook him, then hugged Optimus' stomach plating as tight as he could manage, his little head buried into the metal.
Optimus patted the bot's back with one hand, freely stroking the yellow chest panels with the fingers of the other. Bumblebee snuggled in his lap, moving along in perfect time whenever the mech's wandering fingers came upon his neck and sides, giggling when they brushed over his stomach. Bumblebee purred in a soft, "Rrrrr," against Prime, vibrating him only slightly.
Ratchet returned to the room a few astroseconds later, carrying a medium sized cube of energon in one of his hands. The medic moved to one side of the berth, handing Optimus the cube.
"Sorry, that did take too long," he sighed, stepping away to move to his desk. "Ironhide…Always has somethin' to say to me."
Optimus grinned, giving the officer an understanding nod. He looked down at Bumblebee. "Hungry, aren't you little one?" he asked softly.
Bumblebee nodded, optics still on Prime's. "I am."
Ratchet sat behind his desk, watching the mechling in Optimus' lap with scanning optics. He watched the smiles he threw at the mech, and laughed.
"He's rather attached to you isn't he, Prime?" he chuckled, standing from his desk as he decided to leave his work for later. A little procrastination wouldn't hurt, would it? Especially if he wanted to see a youngling for the first time in what felt like eons.
Optimus nodded slowly as he cupped his hand around the mechling's bottom, grinning as Bumblebee giggled softly and leaned back against the mech's supporting forearm. Optimus lifted the cube of energon to the bot's mouth, watching as Bumblebee drank the liquid happily, tiny gulps sounding from the bot's throat as the energon was slurped down. Optimus' optics locked on the droopy pair of the mechling's, and he slowly let go of the cube as Bumblebee's tiny hands lifted to hold it themselves. Optimus rubbed circles into Bumblebee's tanks, making the bot giggle.
"He's truly precious," he murmured to really no one in particular, looking over the bot with an amorous blue in his optics. "Thank Primus Jazz and I found him."
Ratchet nodded, setting his hands on the berth as he leaned forward to look at Bumblebee. "I'll say," he said with a nod. "And in that storm too. The poor bot would've been terrified."
Bumblebee lowered the cube from his mouth, only a very small amount left at the bottom. The mechling yawned and extended his tiny legs, a pale blue liquid moustache fixed around the top of his mouth. The mechs laughter made his optics flash.
"C'mon, Bumblebee," Optimus said playfully. "You can finish that, can't you?"
Ratchet smiled. "Bumblebee, eh?" He gave the bot's head a gentle noggie. "He certainly does look like the Earth creature…With his coloring and all."
Optimus nodded. "He certainly does."
Bumblebee leaned his head back and downed the rest of the liquid, again lowering the cube, this time, onto the berth with a clank. He made a soft groan and giggled, yawning again as he stretched his limbs.
Ratchet grinned. "All done?" He took the cube in his hand.
Bumblebee nodded.
"Atta boy," the medic said. "I'll go discard this." He departed again from the room.
Optimus nodded, then rubbed the bot's now round, full tummy, feeling Bumblebee break into a spasm of laughs. The bot suddenly stopped and hiccupped, doing it over and over in tiny chirps. His frame twitched with each one, optics wide and innocent as they stared at Prime.
Optimus laughed and raised Bumblebee to his shoulder, patting the space between his yellow wings. Bumblebee finally burped, the sound in Optimus' audio receptor making him grin as a flutter warmed his spark.
"All better?" he whispered, faceplate turning to Bumblebee's.
The mechling nodded with a drunken smile, his tiny head falling against Optimus' shoulder. Optics lids droopy, Bumblebee purred, subconsciously running a tiny hand along Optimus' jaw and cheekplate in curiosity, tiny fingers brushing oh so lightly. The mechling felt the faceplate panels by Optimus' mouth shift as his metal lips curved upright into a smile, and he giggled at the feeling. Optimus tucked the bot by the crook of his head, swaying him back and forth.
"Shhh, recharge," he told him quietly. "I know you're tired, aren't you?"
Bumblebee nodded barely, his optics already closed. The massive fingers that stroked his entire form had him falling deeper and deeper into a dream, deeper into a peaceful recharge. He whirred, a smile refusing to leave his faceplate.
"M-Mmm…" he hummed.
"Shhh…"
Bumblebee yawned. "You'll be here tomorrow?" his tiny voice asked.
Optimus nodded with a smile. "Why wouldn't I be, youngling?"
The bot shrugged. "I 'unno…"
"I'll always be here for you," came the whisper in reply. "Every time you open those little optics of yours." Optimus couldn't resist, but kiss Bumblebee's cheekplate softly. "You understand me?"
Bumblebee nodded in a giggle. "Yeah," he breathed. "I do…"
It was silent for many astroseconds as Optimus let the youngling rest. But, then, his little voice came again…
"…O-O…O-Optimus?" He struggled to remember his name.
"Hmm?" came the lazy reply.
"Lavesho'aii arderyi…"
Optimus' optics widened. Bumblebee…He had just spoken the language of their people. He used it rarely since his learning and understanding of English, the humans' language, and whenever it was spoken, he felt as if alarms rung off in his processor. But, Bumblebee's three simple words, Optimus remembered them best out of any phrase in Cybertronian.
Lavesho'aii arderyi.
In English, it meant…
"I love you."
Optimus sighed with his optics drooped in utter devotion for the mechling, and he turned his faceplate to Bumblebee's. The youngling's optics were already wide and focused on his, and Bumblebee leaned up to plant a soft kiss against his cheekplate, giggling.
"Lavesho'aii arderyi, Optimus…" he said again, grinning.
The way the youngling pronounced it, so fluid as the Cybertronian words just rolled smoothly from his little mouth, perfect with each tiny trill and roll of the "r."
Optimus smiled widely, then held the mechling against him in the greatest love he had ever felt pour out from his spark. He did love Bumblebee. The youngling was certainly a little blessing from Primus himself.
Optimus kissed Bumblebee's cheekplate again before he whispered back, "Lavesho'aii arderyi, Bumblebee."
Yes, the Cybertronian in this was something I decided to just make up. It took me kind of a while, xD and I think it's kinda iffy er whatever, but oh well. Tell me what you think of my little idear. x3 Thanks for reading, and don't forget to reviewwwww please.
