Old Friends, New Problems

Chapter 6

#Forest spot#%Bumblebee's POV%

Bumblebee paced the clearing nervously, only stopping to look around at every turn before resuming his nervous pacing. Rem should've been here hours ago. Unless she never got the coordinates...Bumblebee groaned, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Bumblebee nearly jumped out of frame when Rem's voice sounded from the trees to his left.

"I thought we both agreed to stop having these kinds of meetings years ago, Bee."

Spinning around, Bumblebee took aim at the techno-organic out of sheer instinct. Rem just shook her head and chuckled, stepping clear of the tree cover.

"And we both know that that's not going to be enough to stop someone like me."

Letting out a breath, Bumblebee sheathed his blaster. "Rem, you know I hate it when you just pop out of no-where."

Rem just smirked and waved him off, then looked up at the sky. "It's been a long time, Bee," she said, a sad smile on her face.

Bumblebee sighed deeply. "Almost thirty years, my friends."

"And I would be lying if I said I didn't miss your ugly mug."

Bumblebee looked at Rem. Really looked at her. She had grown, but nothing about her really had changed - her personality, especially. The same violet-blue optics stared back at him, the same scar marred her pale skin, the same dark hair covered her head, and the same sad smile showed her pain.

"I've missed you, too," he said at last, blue optics looking down at the ground. "How's Ratchet?"

"Same old, same old - grouchy. Even more so now since he's carrying."

Bumblebee nearly fell over.

"Ratchet's what?! Who's the sire?!"

No way no how could this be true. There was no one in existence that could put up with Ratchet as a bondmate! At least, no one he new.

"Megatron," she said casually. As if it was the most normal thing in the world.

This time, Bumblebee really did fall over. Bumblebee's engines spluttered, and his optics were wide in disbelief. "You've gotta be pulling my leg, Rem," he said, pushing himself back into a sitting position, then added coolly, "There's no way in the Pit that Megs would be into Ratchet like...like that."

Rem smiled, and said, "After spending so much time with one another - hey, anything's possible." The smile suddenly disappeared from her face, replaced with a look of absolute seriousness. "Now," she said, shifting to sit on her knees. "Why did you call me here? Because I know it has to be more than just pleasant conversation and catching up."

"You know me too well. I wanted to ask you a few questions."

Rem tilted her head, interested. "About M.E.C.H?"

Bumblebee nodded, "Yeah, and about the 'Con's my team and I are chasing."

Rem exhaled deeply, "Ask away, my friend." And closed her optics for a moment before opening them back up and moving to lay on her back on the dark grass.