After Ratchet dropped off Bumblebee outside, the little mech just sat there,
bewildered. 'He can't just do that to me!' Thought Bumblebee angerly, as he went to reach
for the handle of the med-bay's door to run back in there again. 'What the frag?! I know
I might be small, but this is just wrong... WHY AM I SO TINY?' Bumblebee was starting to
freak out. He tried to get up to go get the others to help him reach the handle, but he
fell right back on his aft. 'Ow! That really hurt! Wait, what?' He thought to himself.
Not realising what he was doing, his eyes started to water with coolant tears, right
before he burst out in a full out sob. Clicks and small squeaks escaped his vocalizer as
he kept thinking to himself, 'WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!'. Never would he ever have done
that in front of anyone he knew. Or at all, now that he thought about it. He had just
realized what he was doing. 'What? Why am I crying? Why is everything bigger than me?
Why won't my scruff-bar retract? Why am I so sensative, in both ways? Why is everything
so scary? WHATS THAT SOUND?!' Questions entered the poor little mech like a solar storm,
refusing to be answered. Except one. He stopped wailing, faceplate stained with coolant,
and hid under the small table next to the med-bay to avoid whatever it was that was
coming. All he knew was that it was loud. And big. VERY big. As he crawled as fast as he
could on all fours under the coffee table, (as the humans called it), the large creature
stopped right in front of it and went to stoop down. Still clicking, Bumblebee let out a
small whimper and scooted further into the corner as the strange creature dipped its
servo under the table to find him, which it quickly did. The little yellow sparkling
screeched as it grabbed his leg and started to gently pull on it, dragging him out of
his hiding place. "No!" Bee shouted as loud as he could through his straining vocalizer,
grabbing the leg of the table in the process. 'I don't wunna die today! There's so much I
wunna do before I go offline!' He internally said.
As if reading his thoughts, Bumblebee heard the creature say, "Its okay, Bumblebee. I
won't hurt you, you're safe now." It was an all too familiar voice, and Bee recognised
it instantly.
"Ahtimus?" Bee internally punched himself at how small and weak he sounded. His voice
was all shakey, and it was higher pitched than normal. He also couldn't pronounce anything
anymore. 'I must have hit my head harder than I thought' He thought as he subconsiously
let go of the table leg.
"Good boy, little Bee! I'll help you, don't you worry about a thing!" Optimus said.
'Why is he talking to me like that? Has he blown a curcuit?' Bumblebee couldn't help but
think to himself. "Mi'ter Ahtimus, Why awe you tawking to me wike dat? Have you wost
youwr mind?" Bee mentally slapped himself again for the sheer pronunciation of that
sentence.
"No, but I think you lost something." Optimus said, holding a spare rear-view mirror in
front of the speedster's face.
Bee's mouth gaped in shock, as he stared at himself in the mirror. 'It can't be. It
isn't.' "Is dat... Me?" He asked Optimus, who was still looking at him and smiling.
"It is! I'm glad to see you still have your older mech processer, but your body... Now
arn't you just the cutest little thing in the world? Yes you are!" Optimus said in a
tone Bee found annoying, but he couldn't supress a laugh as Optimus took a digit and
started to tickle his chasis and small belly.
"Top it, Ahtimus! You're being wierd! I don't...HAHA!.. like dat!" Bee tried to shout
over his laughter.
"Alright, fine. I'll stop. This is kind of wierd, but I can't help it. You're just too...
too... well... I guess theres no word to express you right now."He said, looking at the
little sparkling now on its back in his arms, staring with big blue angry optics back up
at him. "See? thats exactly what I mean! Too, as the humans say, adorable!"
"Wet's jut go to de uhters... Maybe dey won't say nuttin' 'bout what I wook wike!"
Bumblebee said in a tone Optimus would usually despise, but right now he didn't care.
"What ever you say, little Bee!" Optimus said chearily, before turning on his heels to
take him back to the others.
"I'm not wittle!" Bee shouted, but Optimus just said "um huhm", as he kept walking.
'Hummm... maybe I could use this sparkling state to my advantage...' Bee thought to
himself, as they got closer to the others.
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I know this is short, but it was just to tell you guys what Bumblebee was thinking and
doing while Prowl was getting fixed up! Love you guys, and next chapter will be up soon!
Oh, and originally, no, this isn't what was supposed to happen to Bee and Prowl. I just
combound some ideas I had, and BOOM! There there you go, a pint sized yellow cutie! And,
as always, So long, farewell, until we meet again!~
Edit: This is an old story. I wrote it in 2012 or before. I am just getting around to posting chapters again here. Full story is on my DeviantArt page, KittenAndSoundwave . Chapters go up to Chapter 12 there. I will be making newer chapters later on. Good luck everyone... Farewell...