Cheer Up The Little Bug (Transformers Prime Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime. That credit goes to Hashbro.

Bumblebee was wandering around the base after a patrol. He decided to recharge. He was exhausted, after all.

The black and yellow Autobot made his way to his berthroom. Laying down, he closed his eyes and let sleep whisk him away.

"Please stop! Please!" Bumblebee begged through beeps. "Not until you tell me where the Autobot base is." sneered Starscream. The pain of the metal being scraped on his chassis hurt so bad. Energon was spilling rapidly out of the opened gashes in his chassis. "I'll never talk," Bee growled in beeps. "Then I guess this will continue," the heeled mech said, scraping the metal on the poor scout's chassis once more.

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Optimus walked around the base. "Where is my little scout?" the Prime wondered aloud. He decided to check in the scout's berthroom. It had been a long patrol, and the young black and yellow Autobot must have been very tired.

The Prime fast-walked to the scout's berthroom. The good news; he found Bee. The bad news; he was thrashing and whimpering and tears rolled down his cheekplates. Optimus rushed to his scout's side. "Bee, wake up." he whispered in the scout's audio receiver. He kept thrashing and Optimus heard him mutter something like, "Stop, Starscream." He must have been having a nightmare. Suddenly, Bee's optics shot open. "Optimus?" he whispered, sitting up. Optimus sighed in relief. "Bee, are you okay?" the Prime asked his scout. Bee nodded, but Prime sensed that he was lying. "Nightmare?" he asked. "Yeah," Bee replied.

"Optimus, Starscream was torturing me into telling him where the base was located." Optimus nodded and hugged his scout. Everything's okay now, Bee." he whispered. Bee nodded, and Optimus knew it was genuine this time.

Today was a tiring day. The Decepticons put up an even stronger fight than usual. Bee really needed another nap. He headed to his berthroom, eager to just lay down and close his optics. He slowly drifted off to sleep. But that also meant another nightmare.

"No! Optimus!" Bee beeped. Optimus Prime was lying on the soft grass, unmoving. Bee shook his leader. He wouldn't move. Bee checked his optics. While they were usually blue, they were now gray and lifeless. Tears spilled from Bee's own baby blue optics. They spilled from Bee's optics to Optimus Prime's lifeless body. Megatron cackled. "You're new leader is me, scout!" the warlord barked. "Get used to it!" Bee couldn't take it. He transformed and fled, the sound of Megatron's evil cackles fading behind him.

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Optimus heard whimpering coming from Bee's berthroom. Not again, thought the Prime. He ran to the scout and placed his servo on Bee's forhelm. He whispered calming words, but Bee kept thrashing. He suddenly shot up, fear evident in his optics. Bee was looking around frantically, so Optimus guessed he was trying to figure out where he was.

Once Bee calmed down, he started crying. He buried his faceplates in his servos. Optimus put his servo on his scout's shoulder. "Bee, everything's okay. I'm here." Bee turned and threw himself into the Prime's servos. Prime pushed Bee's helm into his chassis. Prime felt the young scout's body trembling. Prime rubbed soothing circles on the scout's back. When he rubbed on the doorwing, Bee yelped and jumped away from Optimus. "Are you alright?" asked the Prime. "Yeah! Perfectly great!" Bee replied cheerfully, clutching near his doorwings. Then Optimus realized something and smirked. And then…

"AAAH!" Prime pounced on the young scout, tackling him to the ground. He thrusted his servos under Bee's arms and started wiggling his digits there. "AAAH! OPTIMAHAHAS!" Bee beeped through laughter. "STAHAHAHAHAP!" The Prime shook his helm. "No, I don't think I will." he said, moving his digits to Bee's stomach. Bee laughed even more. "STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHES!" he begged. Prime just slid his battle mask on.

Oh no

Prime sped up the tickling. Bee rolled on his back, but Prime just tickled his doorwings. "DADDY STAHAHAHAHAP!" Bee begged once more. Prime stopped abruptly and gasped and Bee slapped his servos over his speaker. "I'm sorry," Bee whispered. "No…I think I like that." responded Optimus, wrapping his servos around his scout.

No, not his scout.

His son.