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Bee Team had just returned from a week-long recon-hybrid mission so the astrosecond they got back via Ground-Bridge they all fell into recharge.
"Are they...okay?” Denny asked.
"They are fine, Denny Clay, they are in Recharge, the Cybertronian equivalent of sleep," Fix-it explained.
Usually, Cybertronian recharge in their v-modes to make it faster.
Hours passed and soon enough everyone, 'Bot and human alike, was fast asleep/deep in recharge. For two certain mecha, that wouldn't be the case much longer.
Grimlock’s neither a deep recharger nor a light one usually but after a week-long mission like the one they had just returned from where they had gotten barely two mega-cycles of recharge overall, he’s a very deep recharger. So when he's awoken from recharge by something a few cycles later, it takes him a bit to realise what it was exactly that had woken him up.
It’s not an attack nor breach of the junkyard’s security systems, no, it's the barely noticeable horn of bio-weaponry activating (he hadn't missed that sound or the sensation of being hit by said weaponry).
Grimlock visually searched the command centre area for the only mech with bio-weaponry on their team.
Bumblebee's standing ramrod straight, his colours are inverted, he’s got his full Battle-Mask on and one servo is transformed into a blaster while the other is switched out for a stinger, which was held protectively in front of his Spark Chamber.
“‘Bee?” Grimlock asked as he got up.
The canary bot didn't respond, instead, he just tensed up more
“You're okay, you're safe - no one's gonna hurt you here," Grimlock said, softy as not to startle the other.
He looked to see what Bumblebee was aimed at: a dark blob of shadow on the other side of the clearing.
What he said was true, he didn't detect any life signals in the shadows or anybot who wasn't supposed to be in the scrapyard at all. Grimlock should have been glad that the Canary bot answered him but just how cancelled it out. Instead of answer in verbally, 'Bee answered in a mix of semi-corrupted binary and stuttering Cybertronian.
**“Safe?”** he repeated.
"Yeah 'Bee, it's safe," Grimlock confirmed. Bumblebee still hasn't de-transformed any of his weaponry, instead, he moves cautiously back toward a corner where two shelves meet, he crouched down into the corner, bluster still trained on the patch of shadow.
He hates it when Bumblebee reacts like this, there's nothing for him to punch and 'Bee will barely talk - then and for the next few solar cycles, that's gonna be a problem with the others and the clay. and even in the rare times, he will talk, it'll only be in that saddening mix of corrupted binary and Cybertronian.
"I'm just gonna take a wild guess that whatever your nightmare was about wasn't too great," Grimlock said, quietly. 'Bee shook his helm.