Disclaimer: Transformers: Prime and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.
Author's Notes: When Bumblebee finds himself in a shattered universe where the Autobots are evil war mongrels and the Decepticons are Earth's only hope, he has to decide just who's side he's really on. But things take a turn for the worse but he's mistaken for his evil counter part and this version of Optimus is not about to let him go for a second time.
"[Speaking.]" - Bumblebee's translation
Title: Shattered Perspective
Request: EmilieChan (AO3)
Pairing: SG Optimus PrimexBumblebee (Prime)
The first thing the Autobot scout realized when he onlined was first he was in pain, how did Miko say it once? Oh like "being hit by a bus" pain but in his experience, there were worse things that being hit by a bus. Still Bumblebee slowly sit himself up but refused to move when he felt his frame begin to pitch the side.
"[Okay. Don't move, at least until my equilibrium system corrects itself,]" he beeped to himself. Thankfully it didn't take long but it gave him a chance to look around himself but his optics shuddered in disbelief. He wasn't back at the Autobot base, for that matter he didn't know where he was exactly. This placed looked nothing like Jasper, Nevada he had begun to enjoy; this place looked like a warzone.
The area was barren of any lifeforms, any buildings that were around were in such shambles it looked ready to fall over with a strong breeze. The streets were badly torn up and craters covered the area, craters he knew came from explosions. It was clear a battle had taken place here, but how and why? Slowly the yellow mech got to his peds and looked around. Nothing seemed familiar at all and when he tried coming his team he was meet with nothing but static.
"[Okay think Bee, what happened?]" he asked himself, reviewing the last thing his processor recorded. It was a normal day at the silo, the human children were at school and things were quiet until Ratchet picked up moving Decepticon signals. Optimus has sent him and Arcee to investigate and report back their findings. What they had found was an energon mine with only a few drones mining the precious crystals. Taking the mine would have tipped the war in their favor, but there were twice as many guards and soon the two were under fire. Optimus had called for a retreat, not wanting to risk an all-out battle and had a ground bridge opened for them. Arcee was the first to go in as Bumblebee made sure to cover her and was racing in but some stray shots hit the crystals and there was a loud explosion. The scout had transformed and was racing as fast as he could but the ground bridge was becoming unstable and the next thing he knew was it seemed explode around him, knocking him offline. Could it have affected the bridge and sent him somewhere else? "[But where am I?]" It looked like Earth but there was a very unsettling feeling here. Deciding to look around, the scout transformed and drove off. He was completely unaware that he was being followed.
Over an hour later Bumblebee found himself skidding to a halt, headlights lighting up a sign that was barely standing. "[No… No i-it can't be!]" But despite the distress of the sign and the wear of some of the lettering he could see read it and it made his spark sink.
JASPER City Limit
"[This, can't be Jasper… it can't be…]" But it made sense, even with most of the buildings in shambles or gone he remembered them. The high school, KO Burger, even the video game store Plug and Play. So, if this was Jasper, where was everyone? Turning he was about to transform and go in search of his human friend but immediately fell into his battle stance when he saw several vehicles approaching him. He could've driven off but he would always recognize those frames anywhere.
The Vehicons transformed, each of them holding blasters ready but they didn't immediately open fire on the scout. In fact, they looked surprised. They began speaking to one another in low tones what was the scout was picking up was giving him a Pitt of a processor ache.
"Autobot! Scan the area. There might be more hiding around here."
"Doesn't this mech look familiar?"
"It's an Autobot, we need to subdue him before he destroys the rest of the city."
"Wait. I know that one! That's the scout/brawler, Bumblebee!"
"What?! But Commander Starscream offlined him close to a stellar cycle ago!"
"Contact Knock Out!"
"I have him on the line! He says he's on his way and he wants us to try and keep the Autobot here but not to engage him in a fight if we can avoid it."
'What is that suppose to mean? Why aren't they opening fire?' None of this was making sense, neither was the fact that he wasn't opening fire on them. Surely it had to be the shock of seeing the town he had grown to love doing something to him. Yeah, that's what it was, this was some kind of trick, he was knocked out by the explosion, taken prisoner by the Decepticons, and Soundwave was messing with his processor in the hopes that he would reveal the secret location of their outpost Omega One. He found himself lowering his blaster as the Vehicons surrounded him, lowering their own, but once more lifted it up when he heard an engine coming at them. It was a sound he knew as well as his own and one that he did not recognize as a friend or ally. "[Who do they think they're kidding? Like I can't tell who they are just because they have a different paint job,]" he mumbled to himself as the white Aston Martin with polished chrome rims pulled up and transformed, reveling an equally confused and shocked mech. "[Knock Out.]"
"By the AllSpark… i-it can't be!" he exclaimed, slowly approaching the mech, reaching out to him but stopped when the blaster was pointed at him. "Please, tell me, what is your designation"
"[What are you talking about? You know who I am!]" Bee snapped. "[And when did you change your paint?]"
Now it was the medic's turn to frown. "What are you going on about? I've never changed my paint before. But just to be sure…" he said and took a chance to scan the mech. It didn't take long for the readings came back made him even more confused. "This cannot be accurate…"
"What are your order, Knock Out?" one of the Vehicons asked.
"… lower your blasters." The Vehicons looked concerned but did so. "Bumblebee, I need you to come with my and I promise, we'll answer all your questions."
The Autobot frowned, glaring at the mech before him. "[Why should I believe you? You're a Decepticon.]"
"And you're an Autobot, but things are not as you know them." Slowly he extended his servo out, pale blue optics showing a look of sincerity he had never shown before. "Please, trust me." Sadly, the moment was ruined when laser fire erupted all around them, several of the vehicons were destroyed on the spot even as the others quickly moved to protect the two mechs.
"Autobots! Call for back-up!"
'Autobots?' Bumblebee turned to where the firing was coming from and would have felt relief when he noticed the vehicles heading straight for them were of Bulkhead and Wheeljack, but not only were their colors schemes vastly different they were coming at them at break neck speeds that showed no sign of stopping. He would have been smashed into by the dark blue armored truck had Knock Out not tackled him off to the side.
"We need to get you outta here!" the medic shouted even as he got to his peds and pulled the still confused scout up. Lifting a servo to his comm link he began calling for back up. "Breakdown! We have two Autobot Wreckers trying to demolish us!"
"I'm on my way!"
Tires kicking up a cloud of dirt, the dark red and black Lancia skidded into a tight circle, transforming he unleashed his swords, smirking cruelly at the Vehicons that were still standing. "Care to dance, scrap heaps?" he grinned.
"Open fire!" one of the drones ordered, all of them lifting their blasters up to shoot at him but the Wrecker deflected most of the gun fire, taunting them to aim better the leader failed to see the other Autobot coming up behind him until a large servo crushed his helm from behind, another punching its way straight through its chassis. He was offlined before his frame touched the barren ground.
"That's one for me, Jackie!" the midnight colored truck taunted smugly.
"Shove it, wide load!" the Lancia snapped.
'That… That can't be Bulkhead and Wheeljack… they're, best friends,' Bumblebee thought to himself but nothing was making sense. Sure, the two fought vehicons all the time, they all did, but they were making a sick game out of it seeing who could offline the most in the most brutal way possible as well as trying to get a rise out of the other. Hearing another engine racing at them he turned and was about to open fire when he saw an all too familiar armored truck heading his way, but instead of ramming straight for him it used some debris as a ramp, sailing over the still stunned Autobot, transforming and hitting the ground with his hammer. The shockwave was enough to sent the two Wreckers onto their afts but not for very long. Breakdown quickly straighten, glancing back at Bee. "What are you still doing here!? Run, now!"
"[B-but…]"
"Knock Out! Soundwave is waiting for the both of you, now hurry up!" he shouted at them and turned, barely having time to lift his hammer to keep the mace from smashing his faceplates in. "Long time no see, ey Wrecker?"
"Last thing you're gonna see is my servo ripping your spark out!" the dark mech said, optics glowing an intense red.
"Breakdown!" Knock Out was prepared to help his partner but was forced into a deadly dance with the crazed Wheeljack, his own servo transforming into his surgical saw. It wasn't as effective in attacking from a distance as the Wrecker's swords but he was able to dart in close enough to scratch and slash at the dark red plating here and there. "I don't know why you're both here, but it certainly can't be anything good!"
"All you do it talk! Maybe I should do both our fractions a favor and rip out your glossia!" the Lancia growled and kicked the 'Con in the midsection, making him double over and swiftly brought his sword in an arch, but even winded Knock Out was able to lean back so the tip of the sword sliced a shallow cut over a cheek ridge. "Slagging hold still!"
"Not a chance!" he growled, taking a brief klik to wipe the energon away. The two fought with all that they had, but they were no match for the raw brutality o the Autobots. The Decepticon medic once more darted in close, slashing his saw across Wheeljack's battle mask and was prepared to knock him out when he heard a loud cry of pain. He looked up in time to see the light blue and gray frame of his partner slamming into him. He didn't stand a chance of getting out of the way and both hit the ground in a heavy heap of metal. Still he struggled, even when he felt the pain of his servo being cut from his frame.
Bulkhead smirked as he rounded on the two downed mechs, roughly shoving the other Wrecker along the way who retaliated with a shove of his own. "Any last words, Deceptiscrap?" he growled.
"… y-you'll never win this war," the injured Aston martin spat.
"Says you." He lifted the mace up, prepared to bring it down onto the injured mechs but he cried out in pain as a powerful blast hit him from behind, making him stumble. It was enough to scorch his plating that he angrily whirled to face the one who attacked him from behind. "Who the slag—Bug? Is-is that you?!"
"[Why does everyone keep asking me that? Yes, it's me! What are you two doing!?]" Bumblebee demanded angrily, trying not to look at the shredded remains of the Vehicons. Sure, he had destroyed a few during his time, but these two got a sick look of joy from it.
"What the slag is your problem, bug? We're Autobots, we destroy 'Cons like this one," Wheeljack sneered and purposely dragged the sharp tip of his sword over the side of the medic's faceplates, purposely leaving him another scar to remember him by.
"[Stop it!]" Bee snapped angrily and shot at the Lancia's peds, forcing him to back up. "[Where's Raf, Miko and Jack? And agent Fowler?]"
"Who?"
"[Who—the humans! The children that Optimus said we were to protect!]"
"Bug, we're Autobots. Since when the frag do we "protect" anything, especially a bunch of weak, carbon-based life forms?" Bulkhead sneered, slowly walking up to the very confused scout.
"[S-Stay back!]" Bumblebee said but something felt very wrong. Something told him this was not some elaborate trick of Soundwave and he was not suffering from an unknown virus. He vaguely heard Knock Out yelling him to run, to get as far away as possible. He hesitated but that proved to be his undoing as he turned to transform a ped shot out and kicked him in the helm hard enough for it to crash. Everything rapidly went dark just before his frame hit the ground.
Wheeljack narrowed his optics as he looked down at the yellow mech, planting his ped on his chassis and leaning down to take a closer look. "So, Big Bot wants us to bring him in?"
"That's what he said. And he meant online and intact," Bulkhead said as he allowed his mace to transform back into his servo.
"Too bad." Stepping back, he allowed the larger Wrecker to pick the bug up as the green energy of their Ground Bridge opened up close by. The Lancia glanced at the two Decepticons, hearing Breakdown let out a groan. It would be so easy to end their miserable existence, but he growled when he heard the command to return immediately echo in his comm link. "Yeah yeah, heard you the first time," he muttered as he sheathed his blades. "You two got lucky, but next time your helms will be decorating my ship." Turning he entered the swirling energy as it closed behind him.
Bumblebee let out a low groan, feeling his processor ache dully. 'Did I get hit by the same bus?' he wondered to himself and reached up to touch his helm. Or, he tried to but came to a rapid realization that his servos were strapped to a berth he was not familiar with. His optics onlined only for him to offline them when his vision was filled with a very bright light. 'Bad idea! Very bad idea!'
"So, finally awake, are we?"
Wait, he knew that vocalizer. The light was momentarily blocked and he slowly onlined one of his optics, staring up at the frame that was leaning over him. The primary color was there, but everything else was off, especially the dark faceplates and the glowing red optics. "[Ratchet…?]"
"Who else would I be?" Grinning like a crazed mech the medic moved away from the berth, picking up a data pad. "Despite my many tests the results are the same, you are indeed bumblebee."
"[Who else would I be?]" he snapped, struggling against the restraints but there was no give to them. Looking around he noted he was in what looked like a medical bay room but combined with a laboratory that reminded him darkly of Shockwave and dark rumors he had heard. The scout's attention was drawn to the white and blue-green mech as he made his way to his side once more, this time holding a laser scalpel. "[W-What are you going to do?]" he beeped nervously.
"You may look like him, but there's no way of knowing unless I perform a full dissection." The way his lip plates curled into a frightening grin reminded the scout too much of the way the Wreckers took out those Vehicons. "Now hold still, I only have one chance at this-"
"Ratchet." Servos froze as a deep, booming vocalizer echoed in the dark berthroom. "What are you doing to our guest?"
"Just making certain this isn't some elaborate trick by Starscream and Soundwave. Then again, if they decided to use offlined mechs I may have to give them some credit," he mumbled mostly to himself, lowering the laser scalpel enough that Bee flinched, trying to get away despite being restrained.
"Enough. Before I decide to reformat you into some far more useful." The medical tool stopped before pulling back. Mumbling some rather nasty curses under his vents the medbot stepped back, allowing another mech to step into the limited light. This mech was taller, broader, similar frame structure that for a moment, the trapped scout thought he was being rescued but once more the colors were very off, and the optics were a menacing red instead of the calm and wise blue he had always known. The mech said nothing, staring down at the yellow mech for so long Bee couldn't help but begin to fidget nervously. "Leave us."
"Whatever," Ratchet grumbled but the sounds of his peds fading away was heard, as well as a door opening then closing—and locking behind him.
Bumblebee thought he was going to be offlined, that any hope of being rescued was gone. He flinched when he felt a servo touch his own, cold digits moving up his arm. The touch felt so strange and unfamiliar, his sensors fighting with his processor; his optics were telling him one thing, but his spark and processor were fighting whether to give in or fight to escape. He flinched sharply, tugging even harder against the restraints when digits traced his insignia. Bee refused to look at the other mech, but could not fight the digits as they curled under his jaw and forced his helm to the other side, leaving him with no choice but to stare up at the charcoal gray faceplates. "[… Optimus?]"
"… it is you, my Goldbug," he said in a soft almost gentle tone, but the icy cold feeling of his servo contrasted sharply, causing the scout to flinch. The gently touch stopped and slowly, hesitantly, pulled back only to release the restraints. "I know you have questions, as do I."
'Oh, I have questions, like how do I get back to MY home,' he thought to himself. "[What's going on here? This is nothing like the Jasper I know,]" Bee beeped as he slowly stood from the berth.
"Follow me." Without waiting for a response, the dark Prime began walking and with no other choice, the scout followed. Everything seemed so similar but there were little differences that made it obvious that this was not the home away from Cybertron. The containers housing the broken, even shattered, remains of Vehicons, Eradicons, those that bore the Decepticon insignia on their permanently offlined frames were one such indicators. The larger mech stopped when he realized his guest had stopped before one such container and returned to him. "Beautiful, is it not? Arcee is most proud of this one, I had a difficult time convincing her it would be best if we kept this one here for others to admire."
Inside the cylinder tube of some sort of red liquid was a slender femme, gold being the most dominate color scheme. It appeared that most of her spider-like appendages were either broken in half or ripped clean off, his frame covered in numerous slash marks that were done to make the bot suffer, but the most gruesome sight were the frenzied slashes in the chassis that revealed an empty spark chamber. Bee felt a strong urge to purge and took a step back. "[W-where's her helm?]" he asked, not wanting to know the answer.
"Where else? Arcee keeps the helms of her trophies in her berthroom to be admired whenever she chooses, it was your suggestion," Optimus said with a slight shrug and began walking off once more. "Arachnid will never bother us again."
"… [Why would you do that to them? They're dead! What's the point of keeping their graying and sparkles frames around like that!?]" Not even the Megatron he knew would be that cruel to keep them around like some sick trophy of war.
"They show that even the mightiest of the Decepticons cannot stand up to the might of the Autobot Imperium." Chuckling darkly to himself Optimus turned down the long hallway, pausing before a keypad where he typed in a code. The doors opened but he gestured for the yellow scout to enter. "We can discuss more inside."
Bumblebee was getting a very bad feeling, something in his logistics to get the frag outta there, even if he ran into this universe's Megatron would be better than staying here, but this mech looked too much like the Optimus he had chosen to follow since he first joined the Autobots; perhaps… he could change his processor. He entered the large berthroom, noting the large berth that sat on the other side of the room, a desk that looked orderly off to the side as well as a bookshelf filled with many data pads. So busy looking around he didn't realize the larger mech not only entered behind him, he locked the doors using his own energy signature.
"I have read data pads detailing that occurrences of alternate realities, and the scans Ratchet performed show that you are no mere clone or a surgically altered double sent in to spy on us. But, even if you were I was there when it happened," he spoke lowly, slowly approaching him.
"[When what happened? And what do you mean alternate reality?" the Camaro asked, turning to face the dark mech but let out a nervous beep when he turned and realized he was standing much too close that he was comfortable with. Before he could pull back a servo came up and took a hold of his chin, forcing him to tilt his helm back. Bee shivered as he felt more digits come up and traced the scar that marred his neck cables, his spark pulsing heavily in his chassis.
"I never should have let you go alone… for all their claims that all life is sacred, even that of an enemy, they were quick to take you away from me," Optimus spoke lowly, as though reliving a painful memory. "But Primus has given me back to you and I will repay him by extinguishing the spark of that Decepticon, Megatron himself, with my own servo. He will rue the day he offlined you, my Goldbug."
Bumblebee wasn't sure he fully understood what was going on, but he understood enough to know that this was not the Optimus Prime he admired or the dysfunctional family he would do anything to protect. No, this was not his home and these Autobots were not his family. He was prepared to tell the other mech off but his optics widen as he felt his faceplate guard being pushed back and having lip plates press into his own. Letting out a nervous squeak his parted a glossia immediately thrusted inside, servos crushing him close. Frantically he managed to push the Prime off him and take a few steps back, venting heavily and trying to will his spark to stop racing in his chassis.
"Wha-bzzt zzt zz-at?" he demanded angrily, wincing at the broken words he forced out. Although the kiss lasted barely a klik it was a klik too long. His faceplate guard immediately snapped into place and his servos came up when the Prime took a step towards him but Bee felt his optics widen when the command to release his blaster didn't activated. "[What's going on?]"
"You are not my Goldbug, but I would be a slagging fool for not having your weapons and comm link deactivated, and do not think of transforming. Ratchet made sure you would not be going anywhere," he said calmly, walking towards him and making the scout back up, refusing to allow him near.
"[I am not Goldbug! My designation is Bumblebee and I want to go back to MY home! The Jasper I know and love!]"
"… you may not be my scout, but you can still join me." Stepping forward Optimus had the smaller mech trapped when his backplates connected with the bookcase, knocking some data pads over, and grabbed his shoulders to force him to look at him. "Join me, Go-Bumblebee. Become my prized scout/sniper once more. Anything you could ever want will be yours and together we will rule the universe. What do you say?"
"[… are you glitching? No!]" Angrily Bee smacked the servos off and rounded on the mech, angrily jabbing his digit on the broken glass of the Prime's chassis as he exploded into a rant. "[I don't want anything to do with you or this shattered perspective you seem so proud of! I want to go back to MY family who don't execute prisoners of war and display them like sick trophies! I want to play video games with Raf and my human friends!]"
Optimus was silent, optics wide before dimming as he looked away, but before Bee could try and walk around him a large servo came up and gripped the front of his neck cables hard enough to hurt, easily lifting him in the air so his peds kicked in the air. "Oh, so unwise…" In a fit of controlled rage, the Prime dragged the still struggling scout to his berth where he slammed him down, causing him to suffer a minor crash. Seeing that he had stopped moving the larger mech quickly restrained his mech to the berthtop, latching the cuffs around his servos which forced them over his helm. "Primus saw fit to bring you back to me, and while you are not my Goldbug, I will make you mine."
"[No-]" But anything else Bee was going to say was lost when the Prime cruelly ripped his mask guard off, tearing at some sensitive wires and leaving his faceplates bare. Despite still being stunned the scout tried to fight, to twist himself out of his restraints but there was a strange current running through them. He wanted to ask what he had done but growled when lip plates pressed into his, clamping them shut when a glossia tried forcing itself inside.
The dark Prime growled when the little Autobot continued to resist him. He had waited too long to have the yellow mech in his berth, he wasn't going to lose this chance. Pulling back he forced the helm back and attacked the scared neck cables with bruising nips, lavishing the hidden sensors with his glossia. The smaller frame trembled under him ever so slightly but there was still some fight left in him. "You will submit to me," he growled darkly and trailed his large servo down his side, ignoring the way the smaller mech tried to avoid his touch.
The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and poor Bumblebee overload with yet another cry, frame trembling hard enough to rattle his plating. he felt a hot sticky mess of transfluids between their grinding frames and felt as his spike pulled back into its housing, but even as his HUD filled with warnings of low everything, he could only to look up at the mech who only looked like his beloved Prime. He arched his spinal strut as he went back to fragging him hard and fast, his valve clamping down on him whether to push him out or keep him in made him want to cry in distress. He was dimly aware of a servo stroking the side of his helm, digit stroking his bottom lip plates and burning red optics looking down at him.
"You're finally come back to my, my golden Bug… and I am never, letting you go," he growled lowly. Once he was done branding this mech on the inside as to belonging to him, he was going to correct the insignia and show everybot where his true loyalty lie.
Author's Notes: I am so sorry this took so long and I hope you enjoyed this, EmilieChan. I had a hard time trying to think of alternate colors for the bots mentioned, and I also tried to go more for a PWP since these are suppose to be smutty one-shots. I've lived the Shatter universe for a while, I mean it's a great twist though some of the comics do confuse the hell outta me. But anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter! Leave a review and don't worry, I promise to continue until all the requests are done!