I'm so sorry! It took forever for me to update, I know. I've been busy working on other stories. And I'm not proud of the second half of this. I'm really sorry! I'll get better at updating the stories I have. Enjoy!
Megatron's son dodged yet another human that had gotten in his way. A few swore as they pressed themselves against the walls, while others only dropped to the ground. A couple yelled his designation when he rushed past them. He didn't stop, even when a sole human ordered that he did. His main priority was getting out into the open where it was safer to run faster. Light poured in through an open hanger door, and Optimus hurried towards it. He had just gotten outside of the base when a servo snatched him by the scruff bar; causing his body to go limp against his will. "Thought you'd get away?"
"Ironhide was going to send me off base," Optimus replied. He was gently positioned in the arms of the bot that had caught him.
"What happened this time?"
"I thought Will and Epps were walking up, but they weren't, and I scared some humans."
"Ah."
"Ratchet, it was an accident!" Optimus suddenly yelled. His helm was rubbed softly to try and calm him.
"I know it was. But that doesn't mean you should just run away," Ratchet told him. He entered the base and began walking towards Med bay. The young Prime huffed and looked away from Ratchet. "We don't want Megatron to find you. We just want you safe."
"Why? I've heard bots talking about me! They called me Megatron's pit spawn," Optimus said. He instantly clamped a servo of his mouth and winced. He hadn't planned on just blurting that out. Ratchet froze beneath him, and he meekly raised his optics to meet the medic's.
"Who the slag said that about you?" Ratchet ground out.
"Sunstreaker, Red Alert, a bunch of Autobots back on Cybertron," Optimus whispered.
"Don't ever believe that Optimus. You're not a pit spawn."
"But I am an enemy. Megatron's your enemy."
"You aren't our enemy. Why would we protect you if you were?" Ratchet asked. Optimus fell silent. The medic entered Med bay and gently placed Optimus on the berth. The young Prime was too big to carry for long periods of time. The cables in his arms untensed and the ache faded enough to stop Ratchet from wincing.
:: Ratchet to Autobots, I have the Prime :: Ratchet sent.
:: Good, keep him there. I'll be there in a few minutes to get him :: Bumblebee responded with something akin to relief resounding in his real voice.
:: Just a little warning, he's in a bad mood :: A chuckle came through the comm and Ratchet bit back a smile.
Optimus drew his knees in against his chest with a sigh. He tightly closed his optics to avoid looking at Ratchet. "Is my sire the reason the Autobots hate me?" Optimus inquired softly. Ratchet sat down on the berth, making Optimus look so tiny. He rubbed the youngling's back with a sad smile.
"Let's not talk about him," Ratchet said. Optimus snuggled into him, yearning for comfort. Ratchet glady wrapped his arms around the young Autobot. Since Optimus didn't have the malicious nature his sire was known for, he was able to weave his way into the sparks of the Autobots around him. He held the youngling until Bumblebee arrived with Sam and Mikaela trailing behind him. Bumblebee scooped Optimus up and nuzzled his helm. The blue and red bundle of wires and plating tried to get away from Bumblebee's ministrations with giggles. "Get out of here. Get him some Energon while you're at it," Ratchet ordered. Bumblebee offered the two humans a servo and they climbed on. Bumblebee gently set them on his shoulder to free up his servo to make sure Optimus didn't dump himself out of his arms.
"Smell ya later!" a voice cackled through Bumblebee's radio. Ratchet growled while the humans, and Optimus, laughed.
An hour later found them in Bumblebee's quarters. His room was rather simple. His berth was against the wall opposite the door. A box was at the end of it on the floor that was filled with toys for Optimus. The rest of the room was pretty well empty. A t.v. was on the same wall as the door, and an Xbox was hooked up to it. But the room being less than full worked for Bumblebee. Especially since Optimus was usually in his care when he was on base. When he wasn't, Ironhide, Ratchet, or Jazz would watch Optimus.
Sam and Optimus were seated on the floor playing Sonic and Sega All-Star Racing. Mikaela watched on from Bumblebee's berth where he placed her when she asked to be lifted. Bumblebee himself was leaning against the wall with his legs hanging over the side of his berth. The two on the berth happily watched the two on the ground play. Sam moaned and tossed his controller away when Optimus won the race. The youngling giggled in victory before yawning and putting his own controller on the ground. "Aww, looks like someone's ready for bed," a female voice cooed. Optimus shook his helm and carefully got to his pedes. He stumbled though, and grabbed onto Bumblebee's leg to avoid falling face first into the ground. He was scooped up and held against Bumblebee for a few moments. He began to slip into recharge against his will despite the fact that he fought it. "Better... get 'cha to... the boss," a mash of clips said. He lifted Optimus and got off the berth. "Back in a bit."
"He is so cute," Mikaela said. Sam gave her a weird look.
"Bee?"
"No! Optimus," Mikaela hissed. Sam just shrugged from his spot on the ground.
While they spoke, Bumblebee commed Ironhide and asked for his leader to meet him at the black mech's quarters. He looked up to see Ironhide's imposing frame coming in his direction. "Yes, sir!"
"Bumblebee," Ironhide greeted. "Tired himself out?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Thanks, I'm get him into berth," Ironhide said as Optimus was transfered to his arms. The tiny blue and red mech latched onto Ironhide's armour before nuzzling him. Ironhide smiled down at the youngling steadily slipping into recharge in his arms.