Author's Note: This is the revised version of 4. Also, dear god, my characterization of Megatron was horrendous. Fixed most of that, hopefully.
Chapter 4
Megatron felt victorious as his brother walked away from the door, leaving him to scold the scout. It was likely a hard thing for Optimus to allow him this, especially when it came to Bumblebee. Megatron knew Optimus had essentially adopted the scout; he had always been rather protective of him. He smirked lightly, wondering how Bumblebee might react to this. He flexed his clawed servos before knocking on the door rather loudly. "Open up, Scout!"
Bumblebee couldn't help the annoyed groan at the voice, wishing to bash his processor in because of what it meant. Ratchet decided to have Megatron, of all possible mechs, to scold him instead of the always regal and proud Prime. And Ratchet knew full well the history Bumblebee had with Megatron. Why would he have sent him? Had he upset the medic that badly? He slowly opened the door to his personal quarters, feeling a slight amount of anxiety wash over him. "What do you want, Megatron?"
Megatron narrowed his optics slightly before leaning down, forcing Bumblebee to look him directly in the optics with a sharp claw placed beneath his chin. "Listen here, you little piece of scrap. The boy, Samuel, is not to be molested, as the fleshlings might say, in front of anyone. No one needs to see how much you 'love' the little human, nor do they want to. Next time my brother hears of you two scarring someone's optics with your activities, I will personally come here and make sure you two are separated permanently, with no means of changing that status, got it, Scout?"
Bumblebee couldn't help the vigorous nod that followed Megatron's order. The claw was much too close to his throat and his finally repaired vocoder. That was one of the only things keeping him from fighting, the memory of how he had lost it long ago still fresh in his mind. He also was hesitant to fight the other due to the fact that he had finally rejoined them, and Bee knew how Optimus cared for the mech. He would not fight the other, possibly get injured, and then have to listen to a lecture from his guardian on why he must ignore Megatron's teasing and such.
"Good," Megatron retracted his claw, and Bumblebee could not stop his whole body from visibly relaxing once it was away from his throat. "Now, I suggest you go apologize to the medic you disturbed. Otherwise, I may have to deal with you like I might have my own men, got it, Scout?"
"Bumblebee."
Megatron froze, his crimson optics glaring holes into the yellow mech. "What?" He asked, voice a low growl.
"My designation is Bumblebee, sir," Bee made sure to tack on the sir out of respect.
"I do not care what your meaningless designation is! I will call you whatever I see fit, Scout!" Megatron growled before stomping out of the room.
"Smooth move, Ex-lax," A young voice grumbled through Bee's speakers. He shook his helm in dismay at what may just happen now that Megatron was pissed off with him. He didn't have time to think about that because another knock sounded from the other side of his door. He stood up straight, not wanting to seem all down-trodden in case it was one of the twins who had come to make fun of him. Yet, he was pretty sure it wasn't; this spark signature was much different from any of the other Autobots'.
"Hello?" He asked as he opened the door with one of his servos. He was slightly startled when he didn't see anyone, until he looked down of course. "Sam!" He wasted no time in snatching his charge up into one servo so that the young man is optic level with him. "Ratchet let you out of the med bay?"
"Only for a little bit," Sam's answer had a twinge of awkwardness to it, like he didn't really want to be there. Bumblebee frowned a bit at that, or the best he could in his bipedal mode at least. What would cause the other to feel like that? Had he run into Megatron?
"Is something wrong, Sam?"
"What? No! Nothing's wrong," Sam put an odd amount of emphasis on wrong, which worried the yellow guardian even more. "Really, it's just... Um... Bee, we need to talk about what happened." And instantly Bee's spark dropped and his doorwings drooped. He could handle anything Sam had to say about what happened, right? Even if the boy said he didn't like him that way. But, why would Sam respond in such a way if he didn't? "Listen, Bee, let's just go in your quarters and shut the door so we can talk in private." It was starting to sound bad, especially with how Sam's voice sounded.
"Okay, Samuel." Bee replied, going into his quarters and shutting the door behind him. "What is it you wish to say?" He would prefer to just get it over with. He should have known not to try and act on his feelings for Sam, but he had been foolish. Now he was likely to lose his best friend because of it.
Sam looked away awkwardly, "Well, um. Listen, I understand you like me, and all, and I like you, too, but um... Well, I just d-don't think that I am ready for anything super serious at the moment. I mean, I just lost Carly, and now all this strange stuff is going on with my body and-"
"Sam, you are rambling," Bee chuckled, sitting back upon his berth. He wasn't really paying attention after Sam said he wasn't ready for anything super serious. That just meant that he was ready, but not ready for too much. Bee could live with that for the time being, definitely. "Would you kindly specify what you mean?"
Sam sighed, looking up at the mech's optics and calming at the patience he could see in them. This was going to be fine, he told himself. It will all work out. "Let's just take it slow, okay, big guy? I'm still not too sure how all this would work, and I am straight, I promise-"
"Sam, it's okay. We can just try it for now, see what happens, okay, little guy?" Bumblebee teased lightly, watching as Sam puffed out his chest indignantly.
"Okay." The smaller of the two replied, smiling slightly at the mech. His mech. Yeah, Sam could definitely get used to that.
