::Chapter Ten::
Bumblebee whirred his gears in slight contentment as he sat on the grass and basked in the warm glow of the sun. Even though he technically couldn't feel anything on his metallic exterior, he knew that the sun was slowly warming him, and that somehow made him feel alive. Beside him, Wheeljack was busy collecting samples of wildlife so he could test when he returned to base, and Sam was lying lazily on his back with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips; probably thinking about Mikaela again. Everything felt peaceful and right, much to the little mechling's delight.
Unfortunately, the little mech-turned-sparkling had wished for peace too soon. A sudden alarm pierced the air, and immediatly, Bumblebee cocked his head in confusion as Sam abruptly opened his eyes and frowned."Hey, 'Jack? What's going on?", the teenage boy asked the older mech. Wheeljack furrowed his optic ridges."The alarm is going off...Strange. Optimus nor Prowl didn't mention any safety drill practices for today.", he said in a confused voice. Sam raised an eyebrow."Then what's happening?", he asked. Bumblebee shrugged. Like Wheeljack had stated, no safety drills or practices were supposed to be held today. So why the alarms? Suddenly, Wheeljack winced and his sidebars began to flash white and red, as if he were in pain. Bumblebee yelped in surprise, but quickly calmed down when he saw the mech was fine."Are you alright, sir?", he played over his speakers.
The civilian scientist nodded weakly, but the colors did not stop flashing."Bumblebee and Sam, listen to me. Run. Run as fast as you can towards the base, and head towards Optimus and the others. Whatever you do, don't let anything distract you, and don't stop running.", he ordered. The human frowned."W-W-What? 'Jack, what's wrong? Tell us!", he demanded. The mech sighed and shook his head."Samuel James Witwicky. I cannot tell you, lest I risk our safety. Now go! Optimus is waiting!", he said, before he bought out a gun that crackled with energy. The mechling widened his optics, and he cursed quietly. No one needed to tell him what was wrong, but already he knew that the worst had happened: Decepticons were attacking. Bumblebee raised his optics to Wheeljack's, and for an astrosecond, they understood each other. The older mech winced again as if he were in pain, then signaled towards the base."Go! Don't worry, I'll be right behind you!", he said. Sam still looked unconvinced, but he shook his head in affirmative."Alright. I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to trust you. C'mon 'Bee. Let's go.", he said. The scoutling nodded in response, and they both took off.
~TRANSFORMERS~
They ran into Elita in the hallways, much to their relief. As the rose-colored femme spotted them, both sparkling and human could tell that whatever was going down was not going well."Bumblebee! Sam! This way! Optimus told me to escort and guard you to a safer part of the base.", she said. Although Bumblebee was glad to be taken somewhere safe, part of him was wishing he were in his original form so he could help aid the others. And judging by the expression on the femme commander's face, it was pretty obvious she wanted to do the same. Sam fingered the hem his t-shirt, a sign he was feeling nervous."Um, Elita. Do you know what's going on?", he asked. Elita growled, and the gun-like weapon she was holding glowed with energy."Those pit-spawned Decepticons decided to drop in and say hello, that's what. Optimus and the others are busy blasting them to bits, but I was told to come and find you.", she fumed.
Bumblebee frowned. He knew that whenever you prevented a femme from fighting, you'd better have a good excuse to save your aft from a good beating, let said femme stew in her anger, or, in Ironhide's case, take her to the shooting range AND(If the circumstances permitted it), use a real, live, Decepticon captive for target practice. Most of the time, the mechs chose the second option, with the exception being (of course) the surly weapons specialist. And if Optimus wanted to stay Prime for a bit longer, then he would know better than to approach his sparkmate for at least a few joors. As Elita led them towards the medbay, a slow, silent hum pierced the air, and the femme commander, scoutling, and human only had time to duck before a sudden explosion enveloped them in a cloud of smoke. Elita cursed, and she placed herself in front of both younglings. Signaling them to hide, she charged her weapon to full power, and she narrowed her optics.
Not an astrosecond later, a figure emerged from the settling debris, the optics glowing a deep crimson."So...Prime leaves his sparkmate defenseless and alone. How wonderful!", a shrillish voice said. Elita growled."Starscream. I would recognize that voice anywhere...Now stay back. Unless you wish to join the Matrix now...", she warned. Starscream sneered, his silver being now visible."Oh no. Although playing with you could prove to be quite interesting, I actually came for something else, femme.", he crooned. For a second, Elita's gaze flickered, and she backed up slowly."You piece of scum. I will not warn you again. Back off.", she grumbled. Starscream laughed."Now, now, Elita. This isn't like you. By now you would be blasting at me, but you have not lifted a digit. Are you hiding something?", he taunted. Then his gaze landed on Bumblebee, and his optics widened."What could this be? A sparkling?", he hissed in a somewhat sarcastic voice, much to Bumblebee's dismay.
The femme commander yelled, and in one quick motion, she rammed into the Seeker headfirst, which made Starscream yelp in surpise. As the silver mech fell to the ground in a daze, Elita turned to face the human and the sparkling."Both of you, find Optimus! Tell him your safe place was no longer safe! Now go!", she barked out. Bumblebee didn't hesitate; he got up and ran, with Sam not that far behind. From behind them, Starscream scowled, and he slowly rose to his feet pads."Wretched femme. You will pay for that! And I will find the scoutling and the organic!", he growled as he took a fighting stance. The femme snarled."Bring it on, you Deceptiscum...", she returned. While Bumblebee would have loved to stay and help, he knew the odds were against him this time. Keeping his optics looking straight ahead, he grabbed Sam's hand, and they both raced down the hallway to find Optimus.
Yes! I got up another chapter! Geez, it took me forever to finish it, but I'm glad I did it. Originally, I was going to post this chapter up along with 8 and 9, but something happened, and the entire chapter got erased. I got pissed, since this meant I had to write the whole chapter all over again. But now that I look at it, it came out better than the first time. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise? Whatever. In any case, 'Bee and Sam are now running to find good old Optimus! Unfortunately, it won't be easy for them...Come now. I'm not that nice of an author! I gotta make them suffer! Did you really think I was gonna go easy on them?*dodges tomato thrown by said pissed sparkling*But they will be fine. Oh, and thanks to Mia for giving me that little suggestion. I am defenitely going to do what she said, but later in the story. Alrighty! SP over! And don't forget to...REVIEW!