Disclaimer: Transformers' live-action films is the result of Michael Bay. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.

Author's Notes: He was the superior mech: faster, stronger, a better warrior; he had even fooled Optimus Prime himself but still he was defeated. It was time for revenge and he was going to make the Autobot suffer.

Title: Better Than the Original

Pairing: StingerxBumblebee (Bayverse)

Request: o0Sterek0o (AO3)

This was all that bot's fault. None of these disgusting lifeforms would have suspected he wasn't the yellow bot; he was on the way to destroying the "goody hero" image those Autobots had established for themselves. But his problem had been he did not think about the scout calling for back-up. It had taken some time to fix his own repairs, stealing what he needed from abandoned KSI factories but he also made sure to keep his optics and audio receptors open for any and all sights of the yellow Camaro.

It took all he had not to let his engine rev angrily as he studied the scout. He may not have been online for very long, but the one thing a soldier never did was develop a routine just in case your enemy was watching you from the shadows. Oh well, just another reason why he considered himself much better than the original and he was going to prove it but this time, he would make sure it would be just the two of them with no interruptions.

'Soon Autobot, I will show you who is the better mech,' he rumbled to himself. Watching the sportscar pull out of the domestic hovel and drive down the street, he started his engines and followed after him. His trap had already been set and now it was time to lure the prey into it.

Bumblebee cranked up the song he was currently listening to, enjoying the vibration of the bass as it flowed from his speakers and filled the interior. Music was one of things he enjoyed the most about Earth, so many different styles that were constantly changing through the years, and even with his vocalizer working once more he still used radio clips and voice recordings to communicate with the others. And he could tell Sam enjoyed it, as well.

'It's getting late, the humans should be getting to their homes about now… which means, no one should notice a car driving by itself if I decide to extend my patrol a bit longer.' Normally he would have alerted Optimus to this but he was just making sure there were no other Decepticons lurking around and the humans were safe from harm. But as he turned down a street he usually took, he immediately slammed on his brakes. There was a large pick-up truck pulling a heavily loaded trailer stuck in the middle of the road, blocking nearly all the lanes and causing quite a buildup of angry drivers who were too busy yelling at one another or honking their horns to notice him. 'Spoke too soon.' Hacking into the radio frequencies he went through the stations until he picked up a news report that stated there was an unusually high level of traffic today which was causing a longer than expected delay. Pulling up the GPS he turned down the alternate route but after a few miles he was forced to take another street. He never realized he was being led far off his normal route and farther away from the neighborhoods he was used to seeing, before he knew it, he found himself on the outskirts of town. Pulling to a stop, the scout let out his scans and satisfied that there were no humans around, transformed into his root mode. This was far from the Look Out, in fact, he didn't know the area at all which put him on high alert. But why?

'Something doesn't seem right,' he thought to himself and listed a servo to activate his comm link. But he frowned as his optics narrowed when he heard a heavy brush of static on the line. He tried reaching out to any of the other Autobots, even to his human charge but it was all meet with static. That only caused his uneasiness to escalate when he realized he was in an area with absolutely no reception. "It's a trap!" he exclaimed.

"Too late, Autobot."

Bumblebee whirled but something struck him with so much force he felt his processor stall and freeze up from the impact, his facemask too slow to activate in time to protect him. The last thing he remembered was feeling his frame hit the ground with a plate rattling jar, optics glitching as he saw a large shadow over him. He tried to send out an emergency signal but something struck him in the side of his helm, this time causing his processor to crash and sending him into forced stasis.

The KSI factory was completely abandoned and had been for a while, the humans quick to turn on the company after their failed attempt at creating their very own "transformer" to protect them. But although the factories had been deserted and the power cut off, they were still standing and no one was fool-hardy enough to venture inside to see what remained. It suited the red-framed mech perfectly as he waited for his prisoner to awaken.

After knocking the Autobot scout out, Stinger dragged him to the factory he had been hiding out in and using some chains he had found, strung the Autobot up. He also made sure that not only was his comm link too damaged to use and call out for help, but he disabled his weapons as well. And as long as he kept him chained up, he shouldn't be able to transform or be able to escape. Stepping up before him, the mech frowned and wondered once more why he was modeled after this particular bot. He was better than him, stronger, faster-better!

'But not enough to fool Optimus Prime.' That was something he could not—would not stand for. A growl vibrated in his chassis as his servo curled into a tight fist, resisting the urge to start beating upon the scout despite him being at his mercy.

"Wake up and be prepared to meet your doom, Autobot!" he growled deeply, listening as systems hummed with power, coming online one by one. He watched as optics flickered online and snarled as the bright blue lens focused on him. His derma plating pulled into a smirk as the yellow frame tensed in recognition. "Remember me?"

"Yeah… I remember you, alright… Optimus kicked your aft and sent you running," he smirked. His helm snapped to the side from the force of the punch but it had been worth it. He ignored the sting as digits forcefully grabbed his helm and forced him to look at the imposter.

"You are the one who called him to help you! I was suppose to be modeled after you but… here we are." Scowling he pushed at the yellow mech, taking a slow walk around him. "KSI tried to make a better Autobot: faster, stronger, smarter, loyal to them. And yet I was modeled after you, a worthless broken-down scout!"

"Who are you calling broken down?" Bumblebee pointed out, narrowing his optics at his red-counterpart. "You keep going on and on about being better than me, and sure you had the humans fooled but in the end, you got your aft handed to you. Last I saw was you running, like a coward."

Stinger had it all planned out, was going to tear this scout to scrap and scatter his offlined parts all over for his fellow Autobots to find them, but hearing the yellow mech call him a coward was the final snap. With a rev of his engines the Decepticon began beating on his prisoner, repeatedly slamming his fists into plating to the point where some of it began to get badly dented out of shape. When the battle mask slid down over the silver faceplates he dug his clawed digits into the seams and forced it open. Bright blue optics flickered, trying to stay online but they glared at him through a haze of pain. He hated those optics, hated how they seemed to defy him, call him a worthless coward, claim that he was better than some mere copy. He grabbed the helm tightly and smirked in satisfaction as he plunged a digit into one of those bright optics, engine purring at the choked back scream of pain that was released. Yes, that's what he wanted to hear, to have him screaming in pain, pain he had caused.

"Admit it, Autobot," he spoke up, slowly withdrawing his digit from the sparking hole, watching the way energon dripped down into the scratched metal.

"...a… admit what? That… yo-you're a-stalker?" came the staticky response. His HUD kept flashing error messages, that he was in serious need of a medic but he forced it all aside so he could try to focus what this faker was saying. He doubled in more pain as a servo tried to punch a hole in his abdominal plating to get to his fuel tank. "S-So… that was-sn't it?"

Energon streaked servos gripped the venting helm and growled angrily, "Admit that I am better than you! I am the superior make and model; I was able to fool that pathetic scrap of metal you call a leader!"

"Optimus Prime is not pathetic, you are!" Bee couldn't stop himself from snapping, lunging at the other bot but his chains kept him from moving any closer yet he refused to back down. "You may be a copy, Stinger, and you may have gotten the job on me, but no one will ever believe you are me or better than me."

"What makes you so confident?"

"Warriors are born, not made in a lab." Okay, maybe not the best choice of words to repeat back at him but the way the fiery red optics glared at him he knew whatever he was about to experience was worth it.

The Decepticon tore into the other mech, going so far to snap the chain that had kept the yellow mech bound, throwing his battered frame around like a piece of trash. His engine was running hard, vents trying to expel as much heated air as it could, oil and energon rushing through his systems but he didn't care. This scout was nothing, it didn't matter if he was the original, he was created to be better! He was better, and he was going to prove it even if it killed the Autobot.

The warning of an impending medical stasis was getting harder and harder to ignore, his systems were shutting down non-vital components to redirect his repair nanites to deal with the more critical of injuries all the while fighting off a crash just on the edge of his processor. Plating shook as he was slammed into Primus knows what once more, wincing as he heard metal groaning under the intense pressure but then, it stopped. Bee wasn't sure what was going on, and with only one fully functioning optic it was difficult to make anything out, but it didn't stop him as he forced himself to focus as a servo grabbed him by a badly dented piece of his scratched up chassis, hauling him up so he was somewhat in a sitting position. He wanted to say something, anything, just because he could, but he winced as all his vocalizer spat out at him was static. 'Frag.'

"These fleshlings are pitiful, wasteful, carbon-based life-forms, but they have provided me with the perfect method to make you suffer once and all," Stinger hissed, servo reaching down and digging his clawed digits into the invisible seams of the pelvic armor, watching as the singe blue optic widen as he began to pull it off.

Bumblebee tried to keep from reacting, that he didn't care about what this bot thought—knew what was about to happen, but his frame tried to crawl away as the plating was ripped off, revealing his now bared interface components to his stalker. There was nothing for several tense kliks, just the sound of their vents trying to expel the heated air from their frames, Bee wondered if Stinger didn't know what he was looking at. If this was the worse he could come up with, he should be able to get the frag away from him and comm for back up. Sadly, that same servo slammed him faceplate down into the concrete floor, hard enough to cause his processor to glitch and slowly reboot in time for red and black servos to lift his aft into the air.

'C'mon and move, slag it!' the scout shouted to himself, ignoring the warnings and errors his systems kept flashing in his display but even knowing what was going to happen did not prepare him enough.

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Too bad this had to end, but it was fun while it had lasted. "Good bye, Autobot," Stinger smirked as he lifted his servo, giving the command to transform into his blaster. "I'll give your regards to Optimus Prime."

The blaster began warming up, the barrel glowing an intense red but before it could discharge the scout's optic onlined in a flash and he lashed out with part of the chain that was still wrapped around one of his own servos. The heavy links did little to damage the weapon but they did get caught in the shifting gears and plates, allowing Bee to pull the stunned Stinger close enough that he kicked him as hard as he could right between his stabilizers. "Give my regards to Megatron," he whispered to him.

No, this was not possible! He was off-lined! Snarling despite the pain, the red mech tried pulling back, cursing at the thick chain links prevented him from transformer his servo back he ended up pulling the scout up but he lashed out with his other servo. "I'll offline you with my own servos!"

"Like to see you try!" Bumblebee taunted. Remembering something he had seen from a movie online, he turned and flipped the other mech over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground but he also braced his ped against his chassis and ignoring his system's warnings, pulled at the servo he held trapped with what little strength and energy he had left until the upper stabilizer was ripped right off the frame. "That, was for my optic."

Stinger ignored the pain even as he scrambled onto his peds, glaring at the scout but he was too badly injured to continue fighting. And he was certainly in no shape to even think of taking down the other Autobots, so as much as he hated to admit it, he had to retreat. "This isn't over, Autobot! You and Optimus Prime will suffer at my servos!" he declared and ran off, forcing his systems to transform he sped off as fast as his engines could take him.

Bee would have loved to have given chase or used him as target practice but "playing possum" as he had heard humans say, just barely saved his skidplate. Still his optic narrowed as he looked in the direction the red Camaro took off in. "You're right about one thing, Stinger. This is not over, not until I find you and offline you myself." As long as his spark continued to pulse in his chassis, Bumblebee would do anything to protect the Autobots cause and the very well-being of those he cared about.

Author's Notes: And here is another chapter to cross off my list! Phew! I think, this was one of the harder chapters to writes because this one was based on the Bayverse (or movieverse, depending on what some fans call it). Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Bay's movies in the beginning but the last few… (shrugs) Anyway, now that I completed another chapter I hope this means you, my patient, loyal, wonderful readers can be seeing slightly more frequent updates! At least that's the plan for the future ^^

o0Sterek0o, I hope you like this chapter. I took some liberties with Bayverse Bee because he's just slightly different from the other versions I've written him so far. Stinger, well since I never heard him talk and he had appeared in a comic where he was impersonating Bee, I just wrote what I think was going through his head at the time. Enjoy!

Okay, fellow readers/writers! That's it for this chapter so now onto the next one! Hope to see you there!

Next up: Optimus PrimexTwinsxBumblebee (Animated)