CHAPTER-11: PAST
"Come on Bumblebee. I need you to consume this." Ratchet pleaded as he tried to had the Camero a small energon cube.
"Please Ratchet, don't make me. I really don't want it." Bumblebee pleaded right back, his weak body shaking from the effort of pushing the medics servo away.
"Bumblebee we have to get more energon into your system to help regenerate your strength. If you consume it you'll feel better." Ratchet tried again to reason with the youngling.
"No I wont, I'll just purge it up again." Bee retorted and the medic nodded in understanding. Ratchet knew that Bumblebee was probably right, after all, that was what had happened all the times Ratchet had forced some energon into Bee before.
"Please Bumblebee, for me?" Ratchet pleaded once more and the Camero buzzed a defeated sigh, before taking the energon cube and consuming it slowly to fight the nausea. Once he was done Bumblebee returned to his berth in his room and lay down in exhaustion before drifting into recharge.
A few hours later, Ratchet was making his way from the med-bay and to his own berth room, when the familiar sounds of a purging bot reached his audio receptors. Sighing and feeling guilty, the medic walked to Bumblebee's room instead and opened the door to find Bee hunched over on the floor and purging violently into a waist container.
"There, there Bumblebee. Easy. Shhhh." Ratchet tried to sooth as he rubbed gentle circles on Bee's lower back plates. When the Camero's purging finally stopped, Ratchet lifted the weak for of his team mate back into the berth and pulled up a chair next to him. Bumblebee was shaking badly and his armour was covered in tiny dots of lubrication from his fever. Carefully the medic placed his servo onto the Camero's helm in a silent form of comfort and at the contact Bee's tired optics looked up and met with Ratchets's own, before the yellow mech moved his own servo to grasp hold of the medic's.
"Thank you, Ratchet." Bee beeped weakly before falling back into recharge.
By the morning Ratchet felt completely exhausted, he'd been up most of the night comforting Bumblebee through more fits of purging and coughing, and because of it hadn't gotten more than a earth hours recharge. But through it all he had refused to leave Bee's side, after all the Camero needed him.
"Morning Ratchet. How's he doing?" Optimus asked as he snuck into Bee's berth room quietly.
"No change." The medic replied before yawning.
"You look tired, old friend. Why don't you go and get some recharge. I will take care of our scout." Optimus suggested and Ratchet reluctantly agreed.
Once Ratchet had left, Optimus took his place in the chair beside the Camero's sleeping form. A few hours later Bumblebee was awoken abruptly by another coughing fit. As he sat up he felt a strong servo begin to rub his back until the coughing died down. Once he regained his breath, Bumblebee turned ready to thank Ratchet, only to find that it was Optimus's kind face he saw instead.
"Easy there young one. How are you feeling?" Optimus asked as he helped Bee sit up into a more comfortable position.
"I'm ok." Bumblebee replied although he knew that Optimus would know he was lying.
As Optimus sat their looking at his frail scout, he began to reminisce about the day back on Cybertron when he band his team first found Bumblebee and it gave him an idea.
"Bumblebee, have I ever told you about the day I met the bravest mech I know for the first time?" The Prime questioned.
"No, I don't think so?" Bee replied with a buzz.
"Well, it all happened many earth years ago, back on Cybertron. In the fallen city of Praxus." Optimus began his story. " After the Deceptercons the city was nothing more than ruins and ash. My team and I had been sent out to search for survivors although we where almost sure that there would not be any. However we where soon to be proved wrong. We split up so that we could search a larger area faster, and as I walked by a half demolished building I heard the strangest noise. It almost sounded like some bot was crying, however it soon stopped and I had to question my audio sensors on whether or not my processor was playing tricks on me. Deciding to check I made my way into the building only to find it deserted and I was about to leave when I heard the noise again, coming from I pile of debris. Moving the rubble I searched for the origin of the noise and to my shock I found a tiny sparkling. I remember the look of curiosity in his tiny optics as he looked at me and stopped crying. Picking him up I called the rest of my team over and they where all as shocked as me to see him. You see after the youth sectors where destroyed it was unauthorized for anymore sparklings to be conceived until the war had ended. However there I was holding a newly sparked little mech I the middle of a battlefield." Optimus pause to chuckle at the fond memory.
"We brought the sparkling back to our base and our medic, Firstaid, checked him over. He was very weak and malnourished, but apart from that in quite good health. The whole team soon got attached to the little mech, but we where all worriers and we didn't know the first thing about becoming parents. So Firstaid decided to assign us all different duties to perform for the sparkling's care. Some of the younger bots where put in charge of watching and entertaining him while we where out on patrols or rescue missions. Firstaid, himself was in charge of feeding. My second in command Ironhide took care of bathing and I was assigned to watch over him at night and get into recharge, and because of that he stayed in my berth chamber with me. As time went bye and after an attack from the Deceptercons in which we almost lost the sparkling because nobody knew who was meant to be looking after him, we decided that one of us was to become his guardian. As I was the one to find the sparkling and I had spent the most time with him I volunteered and became his guardian. As time passed the sparkling grew and began training to be a soldier. He eventually became an Autobot scout and joined my team, from that day forward he fought by my side and has been an irreplaceable ally, he has risked his life many times for myself and other bots and has shown courage far greater than his years and there is nobot that I would rather have fighting by my side." Optimus finished contently.
"Who was the sparkling? Who is the mech?" Bumblebee asked eagerly.
"That mech is you, Bumblebee." Optimus replied proudly and Bee's optics widened in amazement. "Now get some rest, young one. We need you to get well again soon." The prime continued while affectionately holding Bee's servo in his own.
"Thank you, Optimus." Bee beeped tiredly as he looked up at his leaders comforting face.
"Goodnight, Bumblebee." Optimus stated with a smile as he watched the other fall to sleep.
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