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Note : Woot! Team Autobot all the way! LOL! Sorry. -.-' Sugar high. Was at the fair today, saw the bumper cars, drop tower, house of mirrors.... LOL! Oh! And the merry-go-round. XD
Ok, so this is the last update for the week, but I have plenty more chapters to come. See you all later. And thank you all for your amazing reviews! :) I'm very happy you like this fic so far. :)
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(Normal POV)
Shaking his head furiously, Bumblebee shot Mikaela and Sam a wide-opticed look. He didn't need to speak, to get his point across, even a his doorwings drooped, and he raised his hands in a sign of peace, taking a wary step back.
"I'll take that as a 'no'?" Mikaela pouted. Luckily, Sam recognized the voice, and resisted looking her way, even as Bumblebee hunched down on himself, made an 'awwwww' noise, and lowered his head. "Please, Bumblebee? I'm sure you won't get into trouble, and I wanna see it. You're so cute, you'd make a gorgeous femme."
Rubbing the back of his head slightly, Bee's cooling jets switched on, but he still seemed hesitant. Taking one last look up at Mikaela's face, however, and he cycled his vents loudly, nodding reluctantly before lowering his hand to the ground so they could get on.
"Yay! You're the best!" Mikaela was giggling now, and reached out to hug his thumb.
Sam merely patted his curved metallic fingers slightly, wincing when he saw the surrender in Bee's optics. "Sorry man, but you gotta admit..." With a slow smirk progressing across his cheeks, he raised an eyebrow. "This is gonna be good."
Pausing a moment, Bumblebee seemed to take it in. What that thought in mind, he slowly perked up and began the trek out of their quarters, towards Wheeljack's lab on the far side of the base. It was a quiet ride, as Mikaela was grinning evilly, and giggling every now and then, playing with a camera in her hands. Sam was too busy trying to decide if he was dreading the upcoming change, or looking forward to it.
Bee... Well, he was split between reconsidering and running for his spark, or going through with it and having some real fun.
Before he had a chance to make up his mind, they had reached Wheeljack's lab, and as predicted, he was inside. Letting out a whistle, Bee let the scientist know he was there, and watched as the blue and white mech slowly turned around.
"Ah, young Bumblebee. What can I do for you today?" He then look down and saw the humans in his friend's hand. "And Mikaela Banes and Samuel Witwicky. This is a surprise. Welcome." His facial fins blinked as he nodded with a friendly glint to his optics.
"Well, you see..." Mikaela shot him a wide-eyed, innocent look. "With all the mechs turning into femmes, because of that chip of yours? We really wanted to see Bumblebee as a femme." She pouted a little.
"Oh, no. I already got into trouble for that." Shaking his head, 'Jack cycled his vents.
Bee made a small chirping noise and tilted his head to the side a little. 'I have already agreed.' He added in, over internal communications.
Pausing a moment, the scientist seemed to think about it. "Hm, a willing subject? Well... To be honest, I am curious about how you would appear, Bumblebee, as a femme." There was a smile in his voice. "But Optimus Prime might not appreciate it."
"Let us deal with him!" Mikaela pulled out her phone and began texting. She wore a smirk that would make most sane mechs fear for their sparks as she hit the final button and glanced up, as though waiting for something.
Almost immediately, Wheeljack was buzzed over private lines. 'Yes, Optimus?'
There was a low cycling of vents, before a very weary voice came over the line. 'Proceed. You... You have my permission. Just tell Mikaela to delete the picture, please. Prime out.'
Blinking a moment, Wheeljack turned to Mikaela. "Picture?" When she blushed and shook her head in a way that told him he wasn't going to see it, he shrugged. "Optimus has asked you delete the picture, and given me permission to make the chip." With a final nod, he turned to his workbench, even as Mikaela pulled out her cell phone again.
Thanks, Boss 'bot. -Mikeala
She immediately deleted the picture and relaxed against Sam, smirking to herself for thinking to take a picture of femme Prime being groped by her evil brother. "This should be good." I had a feeling that picture would come in handy some day.
(Later)
Mikaela and Sam had been kicked out of the laboratory, as one of the rules of the base spoke they weren't allowed to be inside during one of Wheeljack's experiments, even if it was already a proven experiment he was recreating. That meant they had a little while to do nothing, so they headed to the rec room, where, with the help of Sideswipe, they managed to get up on the Autobot-sized couch and sat back to watch some t.v.
It wasn't too long later, that the door opened behind them, and they heard a low whistle coming from Sideswipe.
"Whose the new femme?" He whispered, though the humans could still hear him.
Sunstreaker's optics widened. "Wow."
Glancing at Sam, Mikaela's eyes widened, and abruptly she was up, climbing up onto the arm rest of the couch and looking around the back. "Holy sh-" A blaring of a horn and a glare interrupted her words, and she blushed. "Sorry. It's just... Wow!"
Bumblebee was standing in the door way. Or, at least, it looked kinda like Bumblebee. It was a small, slender femme, with huge blue optics, little antennai and large door wings. She was curvy, and had one hand resting on her hip.
Walking over...though it was more like a saunter, she ignored the nearly drooling mechs in the room and stared down at Mikaela, her facial plates pulled tight and her cooling fans switched on. "Happy now?!" It was an unfamiliar clip from an unfamiliar movie.
The mechs began looking around a moment, as if looking for something. Well, most of them anyways. Sideswipe smirked and ran a hand over his helmet before sauntering over himself and leaning against the back of the couch, getting right in the femme's way.
Blinking, Bee backed up a step.
"So, when'd you get here? A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be wandering around alone, there's lots of big ol' scary Decepticons roaming this planet, you know." Sideswipe slid closer. "I'd be happy to be your bodyguard."
"If not sparkmate." Someone else muttered in the background.
Raising an optics ridge, Bee smirked. Leaning back in, she narrowed her optics slightly and let out a wordless coo, before tracing one long, slender finger up Sideswipe's chest.
His own cooling jets switched on, and he seemed to stutter a moment. "Uhm... So, uh, how long have you been on Earth? Have you had a chance to look around much, yet?" He chuckled a little, the sound catching in his throat when the finger dropped to the back of the couch.
'If I live to be one hundred, and never see the seven wonders.. That'll be alriiiiiiiight.' The song split out over her radio frequencies.
"You don't talk?"
Femme Bee ducked her head sheepishly.
"Aww, that's ok, sweetspark." Sideswipe's smirk was back in full. "I understand, you're just shy."
'And if my tender heart is broken, I will cry those teardrops knowin' I will be just fiiiiiiiine. 'Cause nothing changes who...I...ammmm.'
Mikaela and Sam exchanged looks on the armrest of the couch. Both of them had wide eyes, and seemed torn between being amused, or scared. Mikaela almost silently hiccupped a bubble of laughter, and slapped her hand over her mouth as she looked back up again.
"Have you been cleared to leave the base?"
Taking a step back, Bee shook her head and began to laugh, a wordless sound. She clutched at her chest and doubled over.
"Man, Sides... You have....interesting taste in femmes." Wheeljack spoke up from the doorway at that moment. "First Sunstreaker, now..." Turning to the femme, his facial fins lit up in quiet laughter. "Go ahead and try the shut off program I installed."
With a nod, the femme shuttered her optics, and the image wavered. Then it flashed and disappeared, and in it's place was regular old Bumblebee, who let out a wolf whistle, winked an optic at a shocked looking Sideswip, and sauntered over to Wheeljack.
The entire room busted up into laughter, as Sideswipe stood there, blinking blankly a moment, before dropping his head onto the back of the couch, his cooling jets switching on louder than ever as he groaned.
Even Mikaela and Sam laughed, a Bumblebee, choking on metallic laughter, wandered over and offered them a lift up onto his shoulder.
Lookig into his amused facial plates, Mikaela giggled.
"Yep, Bee. That was totally worth it."
They listened to the laughter and teasing in the room behind them, as the left.
Totally worth it.
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Tenshi
