Old Friends, New Problems

by Apple'sBreem

Whilst Bumblebee, Sideswipe and Strongarm are on patrol in Crown City and get involved in a high-speed chase, someone from Bumblebee's past shows up at the junkyard. Someone the Lieutenant thought long gone. And then M.E.C.H. gets added onto their long list of problems. Could things get any worse? (First chapter of the prequel to this story is up)

3. Chapter 3

Old Friends, New Problems

Chapter 3

#Back at the scrap yard#%Bumblebee's POV%

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As Bumblebee rolled into the scrap yard, he knew something was wrong.

Transforming into his root mode, Bumblebee walked through the scrap yard, with Sideswipe and Strongarm following close behind, looking for the rest of his team. He found them talking in front of the Alchemor, and was immediately unsettled by the frown on Denny's face.

"Something wrong, guys?"

Denny looked at him and shrugged. "We aren't sure."

Bumblebee quirked a brow. "What do you mean?"

Denny scratched the back of his head. "Well this woman came in earlier while you guys were on patrol - bought some of welding equipment - and when she was leaving a noticed that she had this scar, so I asked her about it."

Bumblebee bit his lip.

"What did the scar look like?"

He watched as Denny pointed to the corner of his jaw and go down, stopping just above his collar bone then going diagonal across his chest.

"The rest I couldn't see." he said, but Bumblebee didn't hear him.

It can't be! There's NO way it could be her! Not after all these years. He thought frantically.

Strongarm must've noticed his distress. "Lieutenant? Are you alright?"

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Bumblebee gave her a firm nod, then looked back down at Denny, and said, "What did she say to you when you questioned her about the scar?"

"The only thing she said was , 'Like your friends, Mr. Clay, I'm not what I seem to be.'"

Bumblebee gulped and bit his lip and narrowed his optics. This was starting to sound more and more like her. He just needed to know a few more things.

"What did she look like?" he asked, carefully.

"I believe I can help you there!"

Everybody turned to look at Fixit, and watched as the minicon rolled up to the computer and pulled today's security footage. Bumblebee watched the screen fast forward, zoom in and out until it rested on the strange woman.

Bumblebee felt his energon run cold, and his breathing hitched and stalled slightly.

There was no denying it now.

Even though he couldn't see her optics, he could clearly see the scar. The scar that had been inflicted upon her by one of her victims.

It was her.

It was..."Rem."

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Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the rest. I was in a hurry. Next chapter will be longer, promise. :)