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It wasn’t that Bumblebee didn’t trust Megatron, although he wasn’t too keen on putting his spark in the warlord’s servos. But the previous Deception leader had proven himself to be truly redeemed.
So why couldn’t Bee just get used to it?
No matter how hard Bee tried to relax near Megatron, his processor just wouldn’t allow it.
Every bump on the shoulder, or brush of the servos with the gladiator would send Bee’s warrior protocols in a frenzy. The very touch of gun-metal gray transported the Autobot back into the fever of battle. And Bee hated it.
It irked him that he couldn’t just move on. Arcee had even managed to let go of the past, having grown to be an excellent side-by-side fighter with Megatron in the field.
Yet Bee couldn’t help the way his spark spiked at the very sight of the previous warlord’s optics.
But he tried his best, offering the mech small smiles, and never shying away from eye contact, no matter how wild his fight-or-flight protocols went.
Now, Optimus, Megatron, and himself had just finished rounding up the cassette bots. Well, almost.
Bumblebee, having just dumped the other two cassettes into the back of Optimus’ trailer, turned to Megatron and offered him a restraining bolt.
Megatron, despite holding a squirming Lazerbeak, looked at it in disgust.
“I will never touch those…things,” he spat.
“A means to an end, Megatron,” the Prime assured.
“Optimus,” Megatron looked to the mech, “does it not concern you that our human allies control where Decepticons live and what form they take,” he gestured to the restrained mini-bots, “even in times of so-called peace?” he finished, tossing Laserbeak in the trailer.
The two leaders began to discuss the nature of their relationship with GHOST, none of which pertained to Bumblebee.
As they bickered, Bee approached the trailer, restraining bolt in hand, looking to subdue the pesky bird currently pecking at the other bolts.
But, just as he placed the bolt on Laserbeak, a cold and heavy servo found itself on his shoulder.
“Get away from him!” Megatron roared, grabbing Bee’s shoulder and spinning him around.
Before any bot knew what was happening, the scout had drawn his blaster, and was aiming it straight at the mech’s helm.
No longer was Bee standing next to a trailer, with a dilapidated factory a little ways away. Instead, the mundane landscape was replaced by a nightmarish warzone.
Energon splattered every surface, screams rang out, and the looming form of the Decepticon leader stood before him, mace and cannon at the ready.
Bumblebee, by instinct, fired up his blaster, warming the barrel and sparking a faint purple glow from within.
But, just as soon as it had materialized, the image of war faded, leaving a surprised but defenseless Megatron and Optimus before him.
Bee, realizing what he had done- or better yet, had almost done- quickly retracted his blaster, taking a few steps back until his door wings grazed the trailer.
“I- I don’t…” the bot stammered, looking around wildly before resting his gaze on his pedes.
“Bumblebee…” Optimus started, taking a step toward him.
Looking back at the trailer, with all three cassette bots detained, Bee found it was best for him to leave.
“Well,” he clapped his servos together, “looks like you guys have everything wrapped up here. I’ll just…be going now.”
Before either mechs could argue, Bumblebee switched back to alt-mode and zipped out of the clearing, leaving behind two very startled and confused bots.
As the yellow scout found his way back to the road, he couldn’t suppress the emotions bubbling up in his processor. But, if anyone was to ask, Bee wasn’t sure he would be able to identify a single one.
So, instead of focusing on what would only lead to confusion, Bee opted to focus on the road, as he comm-ed Arcee and let her know he was heading back.
But, he couldn’t help the singular thought that bounced around his head;
What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just move on ?