Author's Note: This is the revised version of chapter 3.
Chapter 3
Sam's eyes went impossibly wide as he felt those oddly soft and sweet lips trying to mingle with his own. He was frozen and confused, not sure of what to do or how he had found himself in this position. Why was his car- albeit in his holo-form, but he was still his car, for crying out loud- kissing him? And, why did Sam feel an odd compulsion to kiss back?
Before he could answer himself, he found his lips moving against the blond's and his eyes shutting slowly. 'No!' He screamed at himself mentally. 'This is wrong, so wrong! Not only is this your best friend, your guardian, and a guy, it's your car! Bad, Sam!' His minds scolding grows louder as Sam allows Bee to slip his tongue between his lips, and the two begin to fight for dominance. Sam's hands roamed underneath Bee's shirt as Bee began to kiss down his neck. He let out a soft noise, eyelids falling briefly shut.
"Bumblebee!" Ratchet hissed after entering to find the mech's holo-form getting rather intimate with his patient. The two quickly looked to Ratchet, Bumblebee with a smirk on his face and Sam with a face that was ten shades redder than usual. "Do you not understand what I mean when I say no over stimulation? OUT!"
Bumblebee gave Sam a quick kiss on the forehead before his holo-form disappeared. He wished he could have done the same as he booked it out of the medbay, ducking from a wrench that tried to collide with the back of his helm. Sam could just barely here him laugh as he ran down the hall, likely to get to work.
"And you know when you're doing too much! I bet your ribs are hurting again! You shouldn't have let that start in the first place! Rest! Now!" Ratchet commanded, pointing towards the pillow near the other end of the berth. "And Bee won't be coming back anytime soon, I can assure you of that!" Sam began to protest, but he was cut off by the angry CMO, "I'll have Optimus lay down the rules if need be."
"Are you okay, Ratchet?" Sam asked after the medic finishes his yelling. Ratchet simply stomped towards his private quarters that connect to the med bay, slamming the door behind him. That left Sam to wonder the same about himself. After all, he was just making out with his car! Granted, it was Bee's holo-form, but Bee was still his car! It couldn't get much weirder than that, right? Sam's mind began to wonder how much weirder it could get. His eyes widened at the mental images, and he tried to force them away. "No! Bad thoughts! Very, very nasty thoughts!" He groaned, burying his head in his hands. What had he gotten himself into this time?
. . .
Now, Optimus Prime was a rather understanding mech when it came to his younger soldiers, seeing as he knew what it was like both before, during and after the war. He was used to dealing with complaints and other issues, the most common being complaints about Megatron. Many a 'Bot was still frustrated by him accepting the surrender, but they must remember that Megatron was his brother. What else was he supposed to do?
But now, for the first time in a long time, Optimus Prime had no clue how to handle this situation. He had hoped he would never have to. Luck was not on his side that day, though. He had known for a while now that his young scout, Bumblebee, had feelings for Sam. But he never expected Bumblebee to act upon those feelings, let alone in front of Ratchet. Bumblebee was always a rather shy mech, so why the sudden boost in confidence? Why choose now of all moments to act upon his feelings? Especially when Sam was only stabilized and awakened yesterday.
Because of this sudden development, he found himself standing outside of the scout's quarters, Megatron by his side as usual. The two tall mechs stood there awkwardly for a second before Megatron spoke. "Do you want me to speak with him, Brother? I will gladly do it! And the boy as well? I find you just need to humiliate your underlings sometimes; that is why my soldiers had more respect for their superiors than your Autobots seem to."
"Megatron, control yourself. There is no need to humiliate either of them." Optimus Prime fought the urge to pinch his nasal plating at his brother, knowing very well that it would not help the situation. Megatron was very aware of his quirks, even if they had spent the better part of the last couple centuries fighting against each other. "Would you mind staying out here while I go in to talk to 'Bee, Megatron?"
"If you'll stop acting so formal, perhaps, Prime." Megatron said simply, casting a look at Optimus that the mech did not want to try aand decipher.
"Brother-" Optimus groans, knowing very well what Megatron was preparing to say.
"Just let me talk to him, Orion," Megatron pleaded, almost sounding desperate as he eyes his brother with crimson optics. "How are your men ever supposed to trust me, if not even you trust me?"
Optimus Prime felt his spark twist slightly at how Megatron used his original name. He had to fight the urge to just say yes. He knew that Megatron was right; none of the other autobots would trust him unless Optimus displayed his trust for the ex-leader of the decepticons. And, he did trust his brother. Didn't he?
"Fine," Optimus groaned, giving in to the other mech's wishes. "Just don't get into any trouble, okay? Or make this worse. That is all I ask of you."
And thus, the job of scolding the young scout fell into the hands of Megatron. Perhaps not one of Optimus Prime's best idea.
