Chapter 3

YO. I'm back for my third chapter. I need start finishing my chapters sooner. I've been up till 2 in the morning trying to finish them. As soon as I'm about to fall asleep I remember that others are waiting for me to update my story so you guys are my inspiration. Thanks! You guys rock. Oh sorry and all you gals too. P.S. I'm a guy. I am good in my English and Reading classes but I'm just too lazy or busy to do anything about it. Don't judge me that I'm writing romance stories. Any way here is the Disclaimer. (Whispering) That's your cue Disclaimer.

Disclaimer: TheLegacy79 does not own Transformers or its characters. He only owns the OCs that pop in his head while writing or tending to his dragon farm.

Normal Talk

Thoughts

Bumblebee's Beeps

Bumblebee's POV

My internal clock was counting down the time until I would awaken. Of course, I didn't realize I was unconscious until I actually woke up. How ironic. All I could remember was being in a fist fight with two cons, a sharp pain, and then only darkness. As soon as my optics onlined, I panicked and immediately sat up from my lay back position. I looked around in alarm and forced myself to calm down for I soon realized that I was in the medbay. Wait. The medbay! Than what happened to Arcee! Was she alright? I sure hope so. She's my best friend. We grew up with each other and I don't know what I would do if she were to get hurt because I was not more careful in the fight. It would be my fault. Once again I looked around to find that she wasn't in the medbay with me. That could only mean that she was alright because I would not be here if she weren't. She would have had to call for a ground bridge to get me some help before I were to lose too much energon. The others would not have come in time to help. I leaned back down in relief. I laid there for a few moments before boredom reached into my processor. I sat back up to find Bulkhead to see if he wanted to play a match of that well known human sport. Ugh, I can't for the life of me remember what it was called. It involved a basket and you had to throw a ball into it. I decided not to worry about it for now. I'm sure Bulkhead would remember what it was called.

When I tried to stand up I immediately felt woozy. I heard metal footsteps coming from the hallway. I was about to climb back onto the med table but I was seeing triple of….everything. I couldn't find my way back to my resting place. I feared that the one walking down the hallway was Ratchet. When he wanted to be scary he could be, and there was nothing he hated more than patients who ended up hurting themselves more. Causing more work for him. I closed my optics, just waiting for the yelling and the unavoidable wrench that would make its way through the air to my helm. When it never came I opened my optics to see what had happened. In front of me wasn't an angry Ratchet but a surprised Arcee. I have had mixed emotions for this femme ever since…well the cybertronian equivalent of puberty hit me. I stopped thinking about my intimate emotions when Arcee and I became old enough to go through Autobot basic training. Relationships just weren't on my mind when the cons started shooting at me. It was more of a "Shoot first feel later," kind of situation, but now that that I'm back at the base my feelings have caught back up to me.

Arcee's POV

Ratchet had ordered me to check up on Bumblebee to see if his readings were normal. I thought he would still just be unconscious not walking around in circles, looking for something with clear confusion on his faceplates. He stood still for a second before looking who had entered the room. He looked straight at me with those big, cute, and bright blue optics of his. They looked so deep that someone, especially me, could stare into them for eternity and never want to stop. I shook my helm to get rid of the thoughts.

"Bee, you shouldn't be up and walking. Be glad I'm not Ratchet or he would probably throw his wrench extra hard. You know how he is."

He didn't reply. Instead he just sat back down on the med table and patted the spot next to him with a look of relief on his faceplates. I gladly took him up on his offer and sat next to him. Wow. Who knew this mech could bring out the youngling within me again. Just like the old days.

Author's POV

"Hey Arcee. What happened? Did we win the fight?"

"You've just been stabbed and you're worried if we won? I don't think I'll ever understand you Bee." Arcee said shaking her head with a smirk on her faceplates.

"You can't blame me 'Cee. Losing to a con is more embarrassing than revealing your bare protoform to the entire human population. "

"Haha, can't argue with that logic." The femme laughed at his little joke.

The duo spent about a half hour just talking and reminiscing in the old days when they were still younglings. They were somehow caught in other….personal matters while they were talking.

"Hahaha Ok, Ok. So she gave you a kiss on the cheek and you wouldn't stop yelling that you had cooties?"

"Well, Elita shouldn't have done that to me. It may have been Spark Day, but that's no reason to just give me one out of the blue. I was still too young to know that it was a good thing." The mech said with a humorous smile."

"Really? Well NOW do you think that it's a good thing?"

The femme covered her mouth, wishing she had never said something so embarrassing in front of him.

The mech looked at her with a questionable stare. They stared at each other for a while, Bumblebee with an amused smile on his face and Arcee with an embarrassed frown.

"Actually Arcee, I do think it's a good thing now. I may have not back then, but now I'm older and more mature…..kind of. "

The femme seemed to brighten up at this. A devious smile on her faceplates.

"Well than mister "Mature". If you weren't embarrassed, which femme would you have wanted to kiss back then?"

The mech froze. Was she really asking him this?

"Well….I can't tell you."

"Why not? I thought you were more mature?"

"I am, but you won't approve of who it is."

"Just tell me Bee. I won't tease you about it." Arcee said with sincerity in her voice.

"Um ….well….it would be you Arcee."

The femme looked him with surprise in her optics. She didn't know whether she should come clean to him or just not answer with full honesty. Bumblebee was fearful for the answer she would give to him. Would she hate him? Accept it? Respond positively? Even respond negatively. He just needed an answer from her. What he didn't expect was her to suddenly hug him, her face hidden from his view.

"That's so sweet Bee."

"R…really?"

"Yeah. Uh Bumblebee, I just want you to know that….well….I like you. You know, as more than just a friend."

"Do you mean like as in a teammate?"

The femme felt as if she was going to what Miko explained as sweat drop.

"Uh, no Bee. I meant as in that I like like you."

The femme felt as if she was about to burst. So when he hugged her, she panicked because she really thought she would.

"That's great Arcee. Because I really like you too."

The femme hugged him back returning his affection.

"Bee, I'm glad I finally told you. It was really messing me up inside and I started to feel guilty for letting you get hurt."

"Don't feel that way 'Cee. It wouldn't have been your fault. It doesn't matter now because I'm alright and you didn't get hurt."

"Bee, I guess being one of the only sparklings left isn't so bad. After all, I have you all to myself.

The femme smiled and leaned on him with her back to his front. She turned around and found him looking straight back at her. They were caught in each others gaze and they had no intent in getting out of it. They slowly began to move their faceplates closer and closer. As soon as their lips met they felt a surge of affection go through each other. They were enjoying it too. When they separated Bumblebee leaned in for another kiss but Arcee put a digit to his mouth.

"Later Bee, gotta save this for later. After all, there are better places and better times to do this kind of things. Besides you need rest you're still in pretty bad shape and I don't want you to get more hurt." The femme told him with a cute smile and a wink of the optic.

"O…OK. I guess I'll see you later beautiful."

"I wouldn't have it any other way handsome."

With that the femme left the medbay with a new sway to her hips and a tiny barely noticeable skip to her step she hasn't used since she was barely a youngling.

End of Chapter

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"If….WHEN it happens. Just say no and keep on saying no. Change the subject or even just leave. Don't give in. Stay strong. If you say no, then you are already a stronger person than who offered you the drug in the first place. Stay sturdy. Don't go with the crowd because then you are just an average person. You are unique because YOU are YOUR OWN person with your own personality. Don't try and copy someone else. THEY aren't YOU. Make your own LEGACY."

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