Author's Notes: Blackarachnia kidnapped Bumblebee, but what's more, she turned him into a techno-organic as well! How is Bee going to survive this? Why can't he stop buzzing? And why is Waspinator always cornering him against the wall? Hey! Keep those servos to yourself!
Queen Bee
Pairing: WaspinatorxBumblebee (techno-organic)
Requested: Anonymous Guest (FF)
What did she do? What in the Pitt did she do?! Bumblebee could only stare at his servos, trying to tell himself this was a really bad defrag, but no matter how many times he shuttered his optics his servos never changed. He didn't realize the door to the capsule opened until he heard the last vocalization he ever wanted to hear.
"Come on, kiddo, don't be shy," came a seductive vocalizer from the black and violet femme. Bee froze, refusing to turn to the one responsible for this living nightmare of his. "… So you're going to be difficult, I'll just have to drag you myself," she muttered to herself.
'She did this to me…' His despair was quickly melting into anger, he felt his horns-whatever they were now, twitch and saw his shadow grow, could hear the almost quiet clicks of her peds as she moved closer. No, no he was not some experiment to be used! Dropping to his servos, he crouched low, turned his helm to the side and waited. As soon as the stabilizer was close enough, he lashed out with his ped. His own stabilizers were a lot longer than he was used to as not only did his ped connected with the other, he heard and felt something give way with a loud crack.
"Aaaah!" Blackarachnia cried out, unable to remain standing she quickly fell back onto the floor, hissing angrily as she grabbed at her damaged stabilizer. Oh that hurt! It hurt a lot! She could feel the broken plating and energon leaking out, and she grew even more pissed off, optics narrowing at the stumbling yellow and black form as he ran past her.
He had to get outta here; he wasn't going to be turned inside out like she had planned with Wasp! He tried running but he felt like he was shifting from side to side; his new frame didn't feel as bulky as his previous mode, but it was larger, taller, and it seemed most of his weight was centered behind him, but it didn't stop him from running. He never heard the femme move as he felt something wrap around his peds, tying them together. His new wings buzzed as he felt his frame pitch forward, trying to keep him up, but he ended up hitting the floor with a loud thud.
'What good are these things if I can't fly?' he asked himself bitterly, rolling onto his backplates he stared at the sticky stuff that caused him to trip. He made to tear it off but stared up at the black and violet femme as she walked up to him, clearly having no issue using her techno-organic form so easily. 'But she had stellar cycles to get used to it.'
"I was going to let you adjust to your new form, but no more miss nice femme," she hissed, ignoring the pain sensors radiating from her stabilizer. She would have to treat it soon but first, she was going to make this bug pay! Hissing angrily she charged at him, wanting to inject him with her cyber venom.
Bee would have been terrified if he had seen her, would have said something sassy back at her, but he was so angry at her doing this to him and he was done being afraid. Narrowing his optics, he pulled his peds apart and was mildly surprised at how easily he managed to snap the sticky webbing apart but he wasn't done. He pulled his peds to his chassis, braced his servos behind his helm, and once she was close enough lashed out, arching and throwing his frame into the lunge. He had the satisfaction of catching the femme off-guard, sending her flying onto her backplates and slamming her helm onto the floor. Behind him his wings buzzed in response to his anger but it looked like he had caused her processor to temporarily shut down. That was well and good but now what? He couldn't stay here, what if Wasp was around and locked him in some cage?
He looked around, trying to find a way out and noticed a large window high above them. It was too high for him to jump, maybe if he had his boosters—wait, he had wings! They didn't seem strong enough but he had to try, he didn't want to be offlined here! 'Here goes nothing—and everything!' He launched himself into the air, dimly aware of the sound of cracking of armor plating and the sound of the femme crying out in pain, his wings buzzing loudly behind him. Yes! Yes it was working he thought to himself, flying higher but as he gave the command to transform he found himself about the same size of his vehicle mode but he felt lighter, he was faster and he had more control over his flight. Buzzing loudly he charged for the windows, using his new mass to break through the glass. He was now free but he didn't give himself long to enjoy it as he flew off. He had to go back to the others; maybe Ratchet could find a way to turn him back.
'He has to!' he thought fervently to himself, urging his new wings to go as fast as they could, hoping they wouldn't give out on him halfway.
Bee wasn't sure how long he flew for, or even if he was going in the right direction. His new optics in this techno-organic form was really strange. He felt as though he had a dozen optics seeing at once, making him slightly dizzy at first but his processor was quick to stabilize him. Soon he could make out the buildings of New Detroit and vented in relief. He had driven around this cityscape so much, it would be easy to find his way back to the factory! He longed to fly lower and race back but hearing the continuous buzzing of his new features made him a bit sadden. He could no longer drive anywhere, and he seriously doubted the organics would take to his new form kindly. He had seen the entertainment vids (movies, Sari had called them movies) and the organics did not appreciate Autobot-sized creatures. So he was careful not to fly too low, keeping an optic out for the factory.
After about a joor of looking Bumblebee was beginning to get discouraged. He had never taken an opportunity to see the cityscape from high above like this, and what good was memorizing the streets and signs when he couldn't navigate them? And he was also beginning to get hungry…
'Can I even ingest energon anymore?' His fuel indication was alerting him but what was he going to do if he couldn't? He tried not to dwell on it and continued scouring the tops of the buildings, wondering if he was ever going to find home when he saw something green peering out of the top structure. Why did it seem familiar? Why did he feel hungrier looking at it? Making sure there weren't any organics around he flew in lower, transforming he landed on the roof quietly. The green material was organic, native to the cityscape, but as he moved closer the scent was oh so wonderful! He slowly crawled up to it, noticing something on it he cautiously reached out and plucked one. It was a flower, tiny in his servo with soft white petals but lifting it to his faceplates he found the smell to be sweet. He didn't realize his glossia was out until the tip touched the inside. Oh this was good! Very good! But it wasn't enough, he needed more. He reached out, intending on taking more but as he peered into the area where the organic was growing he saw a sleek mech sitting on the floor, his backplates to the opening.
'Prowl!' he felt like shouting and felt his wings buzz happily. He had done it, he had found his home! He was so happy he forgot about his hunger and carefully climbed his way through the hole, keeping his wings firmly to his frame he climbed down the base of the tree (that's why it had seemed so familiar) and jumped the remaining distance, landing much louder than he had intended. He prepared himself to run at his friend and tell him how glad he was here-
Only to immediately duck and cover his helm with his servos as a sharp shuriken sliced the air above him, embedding itself into the tree. He hadn't seen the Cyber Ninja move but his frame had reacted instinctively. His optics were huge as he looked at the shocked expression on his faceplates. Slowly Bee sat up, glancing at the weapon before turning to the still shocked mech and raised a servo in what he hoped he took as a greeting. "Uhh… hi?"
"Bumblebee?" Could, could it really be him? No, that… that wasn't possible! But even so he slowly stood, staring at him for a few kliks. He wanted to call for Ratchet or Optimus, but what if he scared him away? Instead he took a cautious step forward, watching the overly large organic carefully. From what he remembered from the entertainment vids these types of organics did not like quick movements, and could see it as a potential threat. Moving closer he slowly held his servo up but stopped when it flinched, the delicate looking wings buzzing nervously behind him. "It's alright," he spoke calmly, lifting his other servo to show he was holding nothing. "I won't hurt you."
Bee nervously glanced at the shuriken still stuck in the tree before turning back to the ninja. He looked apologetic and he didn't blame him. No one came into Prowl's room unless they were looking for him and looking the way he did, he probably woulda done the same thing! His wings buzzed nervously but he crawled away from the base of the tree, his "horns" twitching as he continued studying the mech before him. In his spark he knew Prowl was a friend and would never intentionally hurt him, but his processor was trying to make certain that he wasn't a threat. He stopped and looked at him, wings buzzing quieter now. He sat back on his stabilizers and watched as the ninja did the same. It was quiet for a few kliks but his "horns" quivered and he looked sharply at the door as it opened.
"Alright Prowl, what's so important you couldn't come to the medbay?" Ratchet grumbled, slowly entered the room. Just as he was about to recharge for a bit he had to be called out, and now he was hearing this annoying buzzing sound.
"Ratchet, wait-"
"Rat-bzzzt -chet?" Bee buzzed, sitting up straighter. Ratchet was a medic, he could help him! He could turn him back to normal! His wings buzzed louder, but he should have known better. After seeing Prowl react, why did he think the medbot would react any differently?
"W-What the!?" The CMO didn't know what to make of the large creature in the room and on instinct his servo came up, his magnets sliding out. He aimed it at the organic and for a brief astrosec, was taken back by the large soft blue optics.
"Ratchet, don't!" the ninja said immediately, having jumped to his peds and stood protectively before the techno-organic. "This is Bumblebee!"
"What?" It had the same coloring as the minibot, and the optics were the same, but… was it really him? He watched as the buzzing creature peered around the ninja, his optics large and looking nervous, as though he shouldn't have done something and was now going to be caught. A look he was all too familiar with. "Kid… wha-what the slag happened?" he asked quietly, letting his magnets pull back but didn't approach the changed mech.
"I don't know, he just appeared," Prowl admitted and slowly turned to face the organic who was still crouched behind him, clearly afraid. "Bumblebee?" The large insect blinked and looked up at him; at least he still knew his name. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
He blinked and stared down at his servos. They were smaller, with longer digits, everything about him was different but he didn't like it. "Bzzzt zpider femme caught me… changed bzzzt me…" he buzzed quietly, watching as his servos clenched into fists. "I ran bzzzt away… looking for every-bzzzt-bot… " He remembered the tasty flowers from the tree but decided not to tell the ninja in case he got mad. Blinking he slowly stood, not realizing he nearly towered over the ninja as he looked at the surprised medic. "Rat-chet can fix me… change me bzzzt-back!" he buzzed happily but why did he look sad? "Yez?"
"Kid… I-I don't know where to begin," he said quietly even as he reached up to rub the back of his neck cables. "Even if I knew what that femme did, there's no guarantee that I could change you back to your old self. I could change you into something else or worse, offline you."
So, the grouchy medic wouldn't help him? But, he helped everyone else! "Rat-chet, can bzzzt try?" he offered hopefully. The bulky mech slowly closed his optics, refusing to look at him.
"I can't… I'm sorry, kid."
He, he couldn't change him back. Then, that meant he'd never be able to race down the streets of New Detroit, never be able to play video games with Sari, never be able to go back to Cybertron… he may as well be offlined right now! He didn't realize his stabilizers gave out under him, causing him to sit on the floor, or that coolant was leaking from his optics until they spilled down his faceplates.
"Bumblebee…" Prowl had never seen the scout like this before he didn't hesitate in kneeling before him. He wanted to try and offer words of comfort but what could he say? Even if they captured Blackarachnia and forced her to change him back, it could destroy him. He reached out with a servo, unsure what to do but rested it atop of the organic helm between the two long appendages. He felt him tremble under his touch but gently rubbed the warm, hoping it would soothe him. "It's going to be alright Bumblebee, we'll figure something out."
Alright? Alright?! How was everything going to be alright?! His lifecycle was ruined! Feeling the servo on his helm he jerked away, his wings snapped up as they began to buzz angrily. "How izz every- bzzzt -thing gonna bzzzt be a-lright? How?!" His logic circuitry was trying to point out that Prowl was just trying to help but that wasn't helping him in the slightest. He wanted to be back to normal! He wanted his old, bulky frame back! He wanted his lifecycle back!
"Slag. Kid, you gotta calm down!" Ratchet said, moving forward to see if he could calm him but as he reached out to touch him he pulled back with a small shout, shaking his singed servo. The transformed minibot was emitting an electrical charge that he didn't seem aware of. Perhaps, when his cybernetic parts had been forcefully changed, the power cells that charged his stingers shifted to become a line of defense.
Prowl knew his annoying friend was becoming highly agitated, he was crouched low on the ground, wings arched high and buzzing at an extremely rapid pace. Any wrong move and there was no telling what he would do but he knew that they had to keep him here. "Bumblebee, I know you're upset but we will do everything we can to change you back," he spoke lowly, ignoring the pings from the others. Even with his door closed they no doubt knew something was wrong.
Upset? No, he was more than upset. He was extremely pissed off. "I want my frame bzzzt back," he buzzed lowly, slowly backing up, jumping when he backed up into the tree but at least they couldn't come behind him.
"Bumble-"
"No! I bzzzt want bzzzt my frame bzzzt back!" he shouted, buzzing even louder as he stood to his full height, wings buzzing so rapidly now he didn't realize he was hovering in the air. The electrical charge had grown, the soft fur on his chassis was beginning to puff up, making him look comically bigger. The two Autobots were torn, wanting to help their friend but first they had to calm him down. But before they could the door opened and their team leader stepped in.
"What's going on, Prowl? I've-" he froze when he caught sight of the large organic and stared at the large organic before him. He froze but already he was reaching into his subspace for his axe.
"Optimus, don't!" Prowl shouted, hoping he would listen.
"Prowl! Ratchet! Get away from that organic!" he shouted even as his servo wrapped around the handle, ready to pull it free.
"It's not just an organic, it's Bumblebee!"
"What?!"
"Prime! Stand down!"
Bumblebee's antennas were tense as they flickered back and forth, sensing the tension in the air. His logic circuits were trying to fight for control, but his new organic instincts were taking up all his processing power. They weren't going to help him, they weren't going to try! Now everyone was yelling, he knew he had to get away from here.
Ratchet could see the techno-organic heading for the opening in the roof and activating his magnets, shot out a pulse that latched onto him. He was part organic but he was still part cybertronium, so while he was able to keep him from leaving he couldn't pull him down. Especially when he began panicking and was trying to fight off the magnetic pull. "Kid! Calm down!"
"Ratchet, stop! You're making it worse!" the ninja shouting but even he was trying to figure a way to keep the transformed minibot here with them.
Optimus decided to forgo his Ultra-Axe, bringing his servo up the small panel opened and he fired his bolo, watching as it wrapped around the buzzing figure, pinning his arms to his sides as well as his wings. Thanks to the CMO's magnets he was lowered to the floor but he was still struggling, the buzzing growing louder than before as he struggled to get free. "Are you certain that's Bumblebee?" he asked, watching the figure carefully.
"Who else would it be?" the medic snapped, pulling out his EMP generator he began to mess with the levels to put the kid into stasis, at least so he could examine him. Had he always been this strong but hid it from everyone? Or was this a side-effect of his organic half? Whatever it was he had to try and save him.
Bee could feel panic settling in, wings practically vibrating. No, he didn't want to be trapped again! He didn't want to be experimented upon! Flashbacks of what the femme did to him hit him hard, the pain as his frame was forcefully changed, begging to be let out only to fall upon muted receivers; he no longer saw his friends, all he saw were mechs who wanted to experiment on him. The electrical charge was so strong now, the current dancing along his plating and even his wings, he struggled until finally, the bolo snapped off, freeing him. Turning to the white mech who had been approaching him he quickly lashed out with his ped, catching him in the chassis. Like before his strength had been magnified greatly, the sharp tips of his ped tore through the plating and the force sent him flying back, hitting the wall with a sound that shook the walls. Ratchet let out a sharp cry of pain but he fell to the floor with a loud groan of pain.
"Ratchet!" The Prime took the worse moment to look away as he was tackled from the front, landing heavily on his backplates with a painful grunt. Hearing the buzzing he was shocked to see the large organic crouched on his chassis. He didn't seem that heavy but he watched as he took to the air above him and watched as something black, the sharp tip glinting in the light as it slid from the organic's backplates. He had never seen anything like it and he tried to get up, to move, but he was shocked when he realized his system had been overcharged. His relays were having a difficult time resetting but it wouldn't be in time. His optics widen as the yellow and black mech flew down, aiming the sharp tip right for him.
'C'mon! Move!' he shouted to himself but it was no use. He was doomed.
No one was going to lock him and experiment on him! No one! Bumblebee's stinger was so heavily charged, his focus was solely on the spark hidden behind the red but it never connected. Instead he pierced the smooth plating, burying it completely into the Cyber Ninja. Realization hit the techno-organic much too late, even as he withdrew the damage was done.
Prowl weakly lifted a servo to touch the hole in the middle of his chassis, feeling his stabilizers give out from under him. "B-Bum… ble… beeee…" he called out weakly, a fleeting error of entering emergency stasis before his system shut down and he crashed to the floor.
"Pro-bzzzt-wl…?" No, no, oh by the AllSpark no! What had he done?! Bee looked around at his fallen friends and once more panic set in. He wasn't an Autobot, not when he hurt his friends like this. He was a monster… his wings buzzed rapidly and flew through the branches of the tree, ignoring the tasty flowers and flew as fast as he could, taking him far from the factory and far from the cityscape he had grown to love. He was a danger to everyone. 'I… I'm a monzter…'
The newly formed techno-organic wasn't sure where he was going but he knew he had been flying for joors. He never realized the sun had begun to set and the skies had turned from a gentle sky blue to a deep dark blue indicating night. The stars hadn't come out yet but his wings were beginning to hurt and his energy levels were getting low. Looking down he saw nothing but trees as for vuns, maybe even hics. Wherever he had flown, it was far from the Robot City which meant there was no one around he could hurt.
A harsh wind hit him and he trembled as it slightly blew him off-course, wings struggling to remain steady. Flying low he landed in a small clearing, folding his wings tightly to his frame. He looked around and he was instantly reminded of the time Prowl had taken him and Sari camping. The only difference was there was no cold snow, and he was alone. Another cold wind hit him and he found himself trembling, servos coming up to wrap around himself tightly. He never felt the wind before, not like this. Was this because he was now half organic?
'I gotta find zomewhere to hide,' he thought and looked around. He had no idea where to begin but his processor was telling him to look for a hole in the ground, somewhere deep where he would be safe. That was confusing, he thought all flying bugs lived in trees but what did he know? He walked forward a bit, buzzing in an attempt to stay warm and grabbed some tasty looking flowers, eating slowly as his glossia licked out the center of each one until he finally located what appeared to be a cave. Normally he would have been wary, he didn't want a repeat of his last camping trip, especially now, but as another wind blew by, ruffling his fur he walked in. The thin antennas twitched, his optics able to see still in the dark he was relieved to find it empty. It was pretty deep but the farther in he went the colder it was. Instead he settled along a wall and sitting licked at the remaining flowers he had. His levels were slightly elevated but he knew he had to get a lot more flowers if he was going to survive out here. Venting softly Bee lay on the cold, hard ground and curled up as tightly as he could, tucking his long limbs against his chassis, resembling a fuzzy ball of yellow and black. He wasn't sure what prompted him to do this, but he could still feel himself buzzing in a vain attempt to stay warm.
'What doez it matter, I'm a monzter.' Seeing the shocked looks on the faceplates of his team, attacking them, piercing Prowl's chassis, he shut his optics tightly and curled in on himself as tightly as he could. "I wizh they bzzzt had offlined me…" he buzzed to himself quietly, falling into a quiet stasis. If Primus was listening, maybe he'd had pity on him and not let him ever wake up. Soon he was deep in recharge, he never realized that the cave wasn't as empty as he believed.
Deep in the cave a pair of purplish-eyes opened, a quiet buzzing sound heard as the figure crept forward. The moon's soft light lit up the entrance of the cave, almost touching where Bee had curled up but it was enough for the quiet figure to see and it made him buzz even louder.
'Bumble-bot different… but not matter, Wazzpinator destroy Bumble-bot!' he thought to himself, letting the charge build between his smaller set of servos, prepared to destroy the glitch who ruined his lifecycle, but he froze when the bot twitched and buzzed himself, a broken sob escaping his vocalizer.
"Pleazze… offline me bzzzt…"
"!"
"I'm bzzzt… a monzzter…"
A monster? He stared at the fuzzy form, optics taking in the new changes he found himself kneeling down and ran a servo through the yellow and black striped fur. It was so soft! He wanted to continue touching him, to see it all of it was as soft as it felt but he froze when the frame buzzed, curling even tighter in on himself. Bumble-bot was cold but he wasn't trying to get warm. He really did want to be die…
Waspinator stared down at his enemy for a long time, part of him arguing he should just leave him to die as he wanted, but he surprised himself as he slid his servos under him and cradling him against his chassis. He froze when the figure shifted, thinking he was waking up but instead he curled into him with a soft vent, he even buried his faceplates into the side of his neck cables. He didn't mean to, but looking down he cycled his scent and found it to be sweet with a hint of oil and energon. The green techno-organic didn't realize he was nuzzling his enemy and forced himself to stop. Holding him close he stood to his full height and slowly walked to the back of the cave that he had been calling home since the explosion.
'Wazzpinator will not let Bumble-bot die,' he thought to himself. No, the new techno-organic would live.
The newly transformed Bumblebee didn't know how long he had slept for but as much as he didn't want to wake up and face the nightmare that was his new lifecycle, his hunger refused to be ignored. What's more, there was something sweet nearby and he was being forced him his sleep cycle even more. Buzzing lowly he slowly opened his optics and took a klik to reorient himself.
He was still in a cave but deeper to where he couldn't hear or feel the winds outside. He was also curled up on what appeared to be a "nest" of grass and leaves. It wasn't his berth at the factory but it was certainly better than the ground. Slowly he pushed himself up with her servos, looking around before his attention was caught by the small pile of brightly colored flowers. It was sitting close to where he had been sleeping but he certainly didn't remember picking any of these. He was right to be wary but once more his new primal instincts were overtaking his logic and he reached out to take one of the flowers and licked out the center. It was really sweet and before he knew it he was lapping the sweet nectar in each one, taking his time in tasting each and every one but before he knew it, he had finished the last one and he was still hungry.
'But, who brought them?' he thought, wings buzzing softly behind him. The back of the cave actually felt warm and he was finding himself curious. Slowly standing he began to explore and could see evidence that something lived him, something as big as him, maybe bigger judging by the other nest he noticed a bit further back but also what looked like broken machinery. Moving farther he found that the reason it was so warm was that there was a natural hot spring surrounded by softly glowing rocks. While the hot waters looked very inviting his curiosity was taken in by the strange rock formation. The way they were glowing, reminded him strongly of energon. He reached out, picking up a servo-sized piece and ran a quick scan only to find out it was energon in its raw form! He had heard rumors that originally energon came in different forms but he had never seen it like this before!
'Now I won't ztarve!' he thought happily and began biting down onto the crystal, his denta breaking through. It wasn't like the cubes he had been used to but right now he didn't care. That lifecycle was behind him now and it seemed Primus was allowing him to stay online for just a bit longer. Bee never realize the cave's original owner had come back as he continued eating.
When Waspinator returned he was surprised to find the "nest" he had made for Bumble-bot empty and the flowers having been eaten, so he thought he had left until he heard the unmistaken sounds of a energon crystal being eaten. Stilling his wings he walked towards the back and took a moment to study the new techno-organic. His processor was still trying to get over and this was Bumble-bot who had taken everything away from him, but there was something about his new form that made his internal systems heat up. He was taller, slender with curves, and that light covering of fur adoring him had been so soft. He wanted to feel more but as he froze when the yellow and black striped figure froze then quickly whirled to face him. Blue optics widen and the remains of the crystal fell from limp servos.
"Wazp…" Bee said quietly, a surge of fear coursing through his new frame. He remembered the last time they had meet and he had tried to destroy him. But it wasn't just that, his new instincts were telling him to get away from him, that he was a threat he could not handle alone. But that was a problem wasn't it? He was stuck in the back of the cave with no escape in sight, his system was freezing up in fear, and he was all alone. Maybe Primus really did want him dead afterall.
"… it Wazzpinator now," he spoke lowly, buzzing quietly. He took a step closer then stopped when he watched him shrink back in fear, curling in on himself to try and make himself smaller. "Bumble-bot different now. Why?"
Why? That's what he wanted to know even if he already knew the answer. "Was bzzzt botnapped by Black-bzzzt-arachnia," he admitted. Behind him his wings gave a nervous buzz as he pressed his backplates into the cave's walls. If he could keep away from him, maybe he could think of a way to fly out of here.
"Zzpider femme change you?" He had really thought she had been his friend, he felt a new wave of anger wash over him. Who said she could change his enemy into this? He certainly never gave her his permission! Buzzing louder he walked closer to the terrified mech, corning him until he was trapped between the rocky walls and his own frame, his servos coming up to grasp the rock on either side of him, trapping him even more. Once more he was lured in by the sweet scent of him; optics dimmed as he lowered his helm and pressed his faceplates into his neck cables, taking in more of his scent.
Bumblebee could feel heat rushing through his cables, fear keeping him frozen. For a astrosec he through he was going to eat him but instead he was—sniffing him? "W-Wazp?" he asked quietly, afraid to do anything else and shut his optics tightly as he heard him buzz louder in what he thought was anger.
"It Wazzpinator," he repeated but didn't stop in his exploration. The fur covering his chassis was still as soft as he remembered, warm too. He nuzzled the soft fluff, buzzing in content his servos reach down and trailed up and down his sides. He had the curves of a femme and he wanted to know what it would feel like to press their frames together. His servos curled over his hips, trying to pull him close but was rudely pushed by expectantly. He regained his balance and buzzed angrily at the bumbler but this time he wasn't backing down.
"Zervos off!" he buzzed angrily, wings opened up as they fanned out behind him, trying to make himself look bigger than he originally was. Yes he was still scared of him and wanted to get as far away as possible, but he wasn't going to let him touch him like that! And if he tried it again, he was going to ram his new stinger right into him. Waspinator stopped buzzing, looking for him several long kliks before folding his wings back.
"… follow me," he said then simply turned and walked back to where the nests were located. Bumblebee was confused but after a klik or two followed him. He was overjoyed when he noticed another small pile of flowers and dashing towards them crouched down and began licking out the center. It wasn't energon but it was still good! He buzzed happily as he continued feeding, completely forgetting about the predatory insect watching him. Waspinator watched him, admiring his new frame, the way he moved, how his wings would buzz and arch. He was also stronger than last time.
"Why doezz bumble-bot go to Autobotzz for help?" he asked suddenly. Bee froze, his glossia sticking out ready to lap at the sweet nectar of the flower he was holding before it pulled back into his mouth and he lowered his servos.
"… I can't…"
"Why?"
"Becauze."
"Becauzze why?"
"I juzt can't, okay?!" he snapped at him angrily, buzzing harder than before. He couldn't forget what he had done, who he had hurt. Ratchet even said he couldn't fix him, so why should he stay and risk hurting those he cared about? Suddenly he didn't feel hungry anymore and pushed the flowers away from him. "I don't wanna talka-bzzzt-bout it."
Waspinator said nothing but he knew something happened and he no longer felt safe there. He was willing to die in the cold rather than go to them. Anger once more tried to dominate his logics but he held them back and watched him. "Wazzpinator heard Bumbler… zzaying you are a monzzter." Wings immediately stopped buzzing but he refused to look at him. "Bumbler… wantzz to die?"
"… why didn't you?" he asked quietly, silently wrapping his servos around his frame as he refused to look at him. He was quiet for several kliks before he lifted his helm and looked at him. "Why were you alwayz a glitch to me in boot camp?" the question clearly threw the green mutated mech back and it was his turn to look away, his own wings falling silent. Bee frowned and he moved onto his knee joints, looking at him intently. "I tried bzzt being your friend, b-bzzzt-ut you acted like a-a glitch! zo why?" Waspinator was quiet for a long time and just when Bee thought he wasn't going to get an answer he spoke up so quietly he crawled over to hear him better.
"Wazzpi—Wazzp, alwayzz liked Bumbler… but no one ever believed in minibots. Zzay, we are not Elite material." It wasn't like he could change his frame, and even so who's to say a minibot couldn't be an Elite Guard? "Wanted to prove everyone wrong, to zzhow them Wazzp—I could be one. Ironhide and Longarm would teazze me, zzaying I zzhould zztop getting in the way but I zzhowed them." It had been tough and there had been fights, but he had proven he could keep up with them during training simulations but in the process, he had acted cruel and aloof to Bumblebee, a minibot who was trying to prove he was just as good as everyone else. "Bumbler—You, reminded me of me. I wanted to prove I wazz better, that I wazzn't zzome minibot. I wazz better. But now…" he looked down at his servos, watching them clench into fists. He wasn't a minibot anymore, he wasn't even an Autobot. He was a techno-organic, a Predacon. He heard a low buzz and looked up in time to see a clenched fist hit him in the side of his faceplates, nearly knocking him backwards but Bumblebee grabbed him by the front plating and was shouting at him, wings buzzing angrily behind him.
"You glitch! I had to bzzzt deal with everyone telling me that mini-bzzztotz were uzelezz and that I would never bzzzte an Elite Guard! I thought, I zaw you and I bzzzt thought you would underztand but you hurt me!" he shouted at him, feeling lubricant filling his optics but refused to let them fall. "You… You zhouldn't have listened to them… they, don't know what it'z like bzzt-eing uz… what, we uzed to be…" He slowly let him go, dropping down to the floor once more, depression once more worming its way into his spark. "I-I'm zorry, Wazp… I never zhoulda liztened to Longarm…" Now the tears fall even as he tried rubbing them away, buzzing softly. "You zhouldn't have bzzzt zent to Trypticon… I wanted to bzzzt zave you, but I guezz I am worthlezz…"
"Bumblebee…" Had, had he always wanted to be his friend? Would anything have changed if he had tried to be nicer to him instead of trying to prove himself to Ironhide of all mechs? That mech was truly a waste of mass! He opened his mouthplates to tell him how he really felt, to hold him close and comfort him, to tell him he wasn't worthless but froze when bee spoke up once more.
"I forgive you, Wazp-Wazpinator," Bee said with a sniffle, rubbing the rest of the oily tears away. "I'm zorry you were a glitch… I'm zorry for getting you zuzpended and arrezted… do, do you forgive me?" The look of shock spoke more than words could, and Bee felt like his spark was breaking when he just continued to stare at him, not saying anything. Then, he was still mad at him and while Wasp forgave him, Waspinator hadn't. "I z-zee… I don't dezerve it-" he began as he moved to stand, whether to leave the cave or not he never got the chance as a servo grabbed his and pulled him down hard. With a small buzzing sound of confusion Bumblebee found himself lying flat on his backplates, wings trapped beneath him and looming over him was a loudly buzzing Waspinator. He made to push him off but his servos were tightly pinned to the floor and he straddled his waist. He watched as he lowered his faceplates down and for a moment he thought he was going to kill him, but he was in for the shock of his lifecycle when he nuzzled his neck cables once more, snaking his own glossia out to lick at them. Heat rushed throughout his frame and this time, it rush down towards his pelvic region as well as his faceplates.
"Wazzpinator forgivezz Bumbler," he buzzed to him lowly, stretching his servos above his helm he held them both easily in one of his own and used the other to stroke at his side once more. He thought Bee was cute when he first saw him, but now like this, it was very appealing to his organic instincts and he felt energon rushing towards his pelvic region as well. "Zzweet Bumblebee… my Bee… MY Queen Bee…" he buzzed happily, lifting his faceplates from where it had been nuzzling his fur covered chassis and kissed him, barely giving him any warning as his glossia slid inside, eager to taste his sweetness.
Bumblebee let out a startled buzz, momentarily struggling against the larger organic but his programming was telling him to stop fighting and enjoy it. He gave in and was soon kissing him back, letting their glossia stroke and rub against one another, enjoying the warmth as it began building. He arched into the servo as it continued rubbing his side, shifting his extended bottom as much as he could but it was difficult and uncomfortable. Waspinator seemed to sense this as he released his servos, sliding them down his sides and lifted his stabilizers up to wrap high around his waist; feeling their heated frames pressed so intimately together, his wings buzzed louder than before and the urge to devour him was strong. He failed to realize his protective panel slid open and his spike was beginning to pressurize.
Bee buzzed softly as he clung to the other techno-organic, pressing their chassis together let him sit up enough for his wings to buzz but he wasn't trying to get away. No, he wanted him like he never wanted another bot before. "Wazzzp," he buzzed lowly, digits stroking where he could tightening his stabilizers around him tighter, he felt the spike rubbing against his panel and he knew what he wanted. What they both wanted.
Neither noticed as their EM field continued to mingle and dance over their plating, claiming each other even as they fell into a brief reboot.
Waspinator was the first to wake up and for a klik, he saw nothing but a heavy snow obscuring his vision. He could feel the lingering effect of the electrical charge coursing over his system, causing a completely reboot but he was also aware of a softly buzzing mass on his chassis. The snow cleared and he saw his queen was deep in recharge, servos wrapped tightly around him and faceplates laying right over his insignia, wings fluttering quietly against his backplates. He was disappointed that his spike had retracted into his housing and both their panels had slid close, but there was no hiding the amount of their combined fluids beneath them.
He didn't know when it happened, but Bumble-bot was no longer his enemy, he was a techno-organic just like him, and what's more he was his queen. Tightening his servos around him he opened up his primary directive and immediately deleted and rewrote them:
To obey his queen no matter the command.
To protect him and the hive above the cost of his own.
To destroy any who sought to harm him.
'I pledge myself to you, my Queen Bee. Now, and forever,' he swore and once more fell into recharge. When he awoke the new directives would be in place and he would assist his queen in any manner that he could.
Blackarachnia hissed as she followed the large organic she had been tracking. Seeing him hovering before a cave she narrowed her optics when she saw it transform and walk inside, wings buzzing softly. Finally! After what felt like vorns she had found and caught up to the annoying pest! Thanks to him her research had to be put on hold. Well, not entirely. She had tried again, this time having managed to catch and use the insane Blitzwing as he newest subject but something went wrong.
'Stupid malfunction, I shoulda known better than to use that glitch as a potential test subject!' she hissed angrily. She didn't think his multiple personalities would have been an issue but it had and as a result, they had been separated into three separate organics. That would have been fine and astounding but one of them had been completely unstable and exploded once the transmutation was completely. In the process, it took out everything and in the blast she lost the other two. For all she knew they had been taken out during the blast but she didn't need them anymore. Transforming she scuttled t the cave, intending on capturing the bee and continued with her work she failed to realize she was being hunted as well.
Waspinator made sure to keep silent as he watched the femme move, his wings pressed tightly against his frame it took all he had not to shoot at her with his electrical charge. No, after what she had done to his precious mate and the others, she deserved to suffer. He followed her, pausing and making sure she cold so much as sense him every time she stopped by when he felt she was getting too close to the cave he called home he took off in a flurry of wings, flying straight for her and with no warning, picked her up in his servos and flew off.
"Zzpider bot not hurt mate," he buzzed angrily.
Blackarachnia spat out a long stream of curses and tried fighting the servos holding her but they were too strong and digging painfully into her organic frame. She arched herself, ready to shoot out webbing so she could pull herself free but screamed as his sharp stinger pierced her soft underbelly, injecting her with his powerful venom. She felt fear as her entire frame fell into stasis lock but she was still able to see and watched as he flew them far from the cave. After a while he slowed down and roughly dropped her. She landed painfully on numb stabilizers and realized two very important things: she could not transform at all and despite being in stasis lock she could feel everything.
"W-W-W-Wh-a-at ar-r-r-re yo-yo-ou do-in-in-in-ing?" she stuttered, trying to right herself up but it was no use, she was trapped.
Waspinator hovering in the air above her, glaring at her with hate filled optics. "Zzpider bot zzcared," he buzzed calmly and watched her flinch.
"S-S-Sca-ar-r-red? O-O-O-Of yo-you?!" She let out a stuttering laugh but she struggled to fight off the stasis lock as he flew in closer, still hovering over her. She tried to get her internal mechanics to shoot her webbing and trap him long enough so she could run the Pitt away but nothing was responding. "I-I-I fo-found-d th-the Auto-to-bot! The ye-ye-yellow one-e!" He tilted his helm and she smiled as much as her mandibles would allow her. "He-Help me ge-get him, and I-I-I-I'll chan-change you back-back-back!"
He didn't have to think about it as he wordlessly transformed to her other frame, still looking down at her. Change him back? Why would he want to be changed back? He liked this techno-organic form. It was stronger, faster, taller, and what's more he could better protect his queen like this. No, he could never betray him. He slowly lowered himself down, planting his peds on either side of the femme, leaning in close he watched as her optics widen in fear, fear of him. With no warning he lashed out with her servo and allowed his sharp digits to slash her soft underbelly open. The thin plating easily gave way as energon and oil spurted out of the lethal wound, wires sparking where they had been torn in half, broken circuitry laying open.
"Wazzpinator loyal to Queen. Will never let zzpider bot hurt Queen," he buzzed lowly as he dug both servos into the open wound and slowly began tearing everything out, ignoring her terrified shrieks and pleas for him to stop. He did stop when his servo found the spark chamber and traced it roughly with the tips of his stained digits. "…"
"P-P-P-Pl-Pl-Plea-s-s-s-s-s-se-se-se-e-e… I-I-I'm… s-s-s-s-o-o-r-r-r-r-r-y-y-y…" she whispered weakly, feeling as her frame began to lose its warmth and color.
"… Not zzorry enough." A quick thrust followed by a powerful yank and the femme felt as he ripped her spark clear out of her chassis then crushed it in his servo. He watched as she choked on her screams, frame spasm before falling still, her optics opened wide as her frame continued to lose color before turning to gunmetal gray. She was dead to both words and never would his mate have to worry about her coming after either of them.
Waspinator slowly stood, flickering the excess fluids from his servo he transformed and took to the air, heading back to the cave. Along the way he picked several flowers he knew his queen enjoyed and cleaned of his servo. Soon he was at the cave he transformed and walked in, heading for the back. Reaching the back he was welcomed to the sight of dozens of combs lining the back of the cave from the ground to the ceiling, evening beginning to line the walls. Many were sealed with faintly glowing liquid he knew was honey and oh so good to taste. He didn't see his queen but he was greeted with buzzing from two loyal techno-organics who had been welcomed into their hive a short time ago.
"More tasty flowers? Bzzzt! What about us? Bzzzt!" Antagony buzzed, a crazed grin on his faceplates. A perfect reminder of the mech he used to be.
"Zzomething needzz to be cleaned up," he said simply, looking up as a similar red frame crawled down the wall of the cave, looking at him inquisitively. "Zzhe will never threaten the hive."
Inferno's black as night wings twitched, optics narrowing in memory. "Ve vill clean it up," he said simply, the two walked past him and heading for the entrance of the cave but paused and turned to him. "He iz preparing more." With that the two transformed and flew out.
Waspinator didn't bother to ask them what they meant and moved to the deepest part of the cave the two had begun digging since their arrival, a perfect place as these combs were smaller but packed more tightly together. Not as many as the combs holding the sweet honey but much more precious. He watched as his queen sealed one of the combs he was standing atop of, patting it lovingly when he lifted his helm and gave a buzz in greeting. Wasp watched as he flew towards him, landing and smiled as he took the flowers from him.
"You alwayz bring me prezentz," he said softly and leaned up to kiss him softly then took one of the brightly colored flowers, licking the sweet nectar from the center.
Waspinator said nothing but nuzzled his lithe queen, wings buzzing softly he wrapped his servos around him, holding him close. Lifting his helm he watched as something moved in the tightly sealed combs behind the layer of wax. "They are growing zzo fazzt," he buzzed softly.
Bee buzzed in agreement as he licked the nectar from another flower. "They want to meet their creator, but not yet." It would be days before they were strong enough to merge and he wanted to make sure they had enough honey to feed their slowly growing hive. Bumblebee couldn't remember a lot of his cycle before becoming a techno-organic, but what he did know was that none of this would have been possible without his mate. Turning to him he smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, buzzing in enjoyment as he forgot about the tasty flowers. "My Wazp…"
"My Queen Bee…" he buzzed back, holding him tightly. He would never let anyone hurt his mate and their growing hive.
Author's Notes: And my very first techno-organic fic is done! Yes, I get the idea from JazztheTiger's 'Imma Bee' comic strip but someone was already writing a wonderful fic from the comic, so I change some of it around and incorporated some of Jazz's drawings of the two. I admit, this was tough and I wasn't sure I was up to the task, but in the end I am satisfied with the results and I hope you are too.
Now, I originally was gonna have Prowl be turned into a techno-organic as well, maybe as a scarab beetle but I recently got my book [Transformers Animated: The Complete AllSpark Almanac] and reading through it showed two new techno-organics called Antagony and Inferno. There's isn't a lot in the way of their bio but I was thinking, what if Blackarachnia was so mad at losing Wasp then Bee, she used a new test subject. Why Blitzwing? Both the new bugs are so alike and Antagony's face reminds me so much of Random I figured why not. Instead of wasps or hornets I thought maybe they were turned into flying black and red ants.
Okay, I am done, again I really hope you all enjoyed it and please leave me a review. Just to give you a hint, the next chapter will be a SafeguardxBumblebee pairing and I am actually looking forward to that one! Nites!