Blitzwing and Bumblebee

Yes people! I'm alive! I'm going to get busy for the Christmas holidays.

Ironhide: 'Bout time!

Shut it slag breath! Anyway, this is for a dear friend of mine, IAmStarscream. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Bumblebee screeched in pain when the final swat fell, kicking his small pede out into the air. Optimus set him down on the ground.

"Maybe that will teach you not to touch those booster rockets any more." The Autobot leader chided while Bumblebee sobbed heavily.

He felt very bad about what had happened and his bottom certainly payed the price for his ignorance. Earlier that day, the minibot had stolen his boosters from Ratchet's office and took them out for a spin, once again, almost making Optimus a part of the sidewalk.

Bumblebee sniffled and rubbed his sore rump. "I'm sorry, Optimus."

The Autobot leader smiled warmly. "It's okay now." Optimus wrapped the minibot into a fatherly hug and Bumblebee snuggled into his chest.

"Optimus, can I go for a walk?" He asked once he was released.
The Autobot leader nodded. "Sure, just com one of us if you see any cons."

Bumblebee smiled in agreement. He hopped down from Optimus' lap and began his way towards the door. Soon, his legs carried him to the park nearby.

"Tweet!" A blue bird twittered as it landed on his shoulder. He stroked it's soft feathers lightly.

Though he would never admit it, he had an appreciation for Earth's nature. Cybertron never had wildlife or beautiful sunsets. Earth was so different. It had wide ranges of plants and animals. Different people and foods for them. Pets, music, families, cultures. It was truly amazing. The bird flew away. He watched it fly to a small nest, filled with baby birds who called out in happiness to see their mother. It brought a small smile to his face, and a twinge of grief. His mother had died in the great war. By this point, he couldn't even remember her face.

"Why hello, Bumblebot! Hahaha! Missing your crew, aren't you?"
Bumblebee spun around to see Blitzwing, his face a trademark red and black. But he yelped when his bottom gave a painful twinge and his hands flew to his behind. Blitzwing gave an evil smirk.

"Aw... does the bug's bottom hurt?" He asked mockingly.

Bumblebee growled. "Shut it slag breath! Why don't you go get a girlfriend and quit bugging me."

Blitzwing changed to Hothead. "You might want to shut it before I shut it for you you glitch of an Autobot!"

Against his better judgement, he snapped back, "Why don't you stuff it three face?!"

He would regret that very soon.

Blitzwing stomped over, lifted him up, and began swatting his bottom very harshly, reigniting the fire. Though he was owing in pain, he quickly commed Optimus.

"Optimus! Ow! B-Blitzwing has me! Ah! Help me! Please!"

He got a quick answer. "Bumblebee?! Where are you?!"

"The park!" He answered, even as tears slipped down his face.
The swats moved to his under curve and he keened in pain. Just then, Optimus and Ratchet showed up. He reached out a hand. Optimus watched with wide eyes, then roared in anger and snatched him away from the Decepticon. Bumblebee whimpered as he was passed to Ratchet, who kept his arms tightly around the minibot.

"Its alright. Yur safe now." The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was a sharp smack and Blitzwing's outraged cry.

He woke in a medical berth, Ratchet next to him and watching carefully with a solemn expression.

"Here," Ratchet said as he handed Bumblebee a small energon medicine cube. "This will take away the sting."

Bumblebee nodded and downed it. The sting in his bottom vanished, well, it felt like it did before the Blitzwing encounter. So he still shifted around uncomfortably. Ratchet chuckled and rubbed his head.

"Get some real sleep you scamp." The medic got up to leave, but Bumblebee stopped him.

"Ratchet, did Optimus-?" He trailed off and Ratchet nodded.

"We'll always be there for you."

And with that he was gone.