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It had been a very rough decade or ....two... he honestly lost count. It had been a long time, is what I'm saying. So much has happened. it's almost impossible to remember what even was the cause of it all.
Bumblebee stepped down from cogmens plane onto the green grass of the earth. He followed a long side, Cade, as they walked to Sir Edmund Burton's castle to discuss some matters with him Bee was a bit stuck in the clouds while walking, before a cannon shot at him and cade... or well... almost shot at him and Cade.
"What the hell!?"
Bumblebee spoke in through his radio as Cade squinted his eyes at the old autobot lieutenant who accidentally shot them. The poor thing was falling apart and stumbling, looking around confused,
Sir Edmund walked over using his cane while smoking from his pipe as he did so, explaining as to why the old autobot had attacked,
"Ah, forgive him, he's very old and has a bad case of... Cybertronian dementia.."
The man whispered as he came forward, that eased their worried a tiny bit, but they still were on guard.. especially Bumblebee. Life back in the junkyard was like walking on eggshells. Literally, hound would sometimes drop bombs that would go off any second, crosshairs was always spewing bullshit, drift is probably losing his mind... and the baby dino bots are trouble makers.
As Sir Edmund explained why they were called here, Bumblebee would look off in the distance, trying to savor the moment of peace and quiet... listening to the wind blowing against him and looking to the sky. All untill the sound of a car would blar, looking over at a black Lamborghini with orange accents as it swerved down the road and started contracting and folding open. Out came a brown haired woman who looked very frightened
She stumbled in the grass as she grabbed hold of a golf club, the black Lamborghini transforming into a 16 foot tall Cybertronian. He spoke out to her as he tried to get close, on one knee holding out a hand, trying to calm her down,
"No, no, no, my little lady— why do you be like that? Pourquoi? "
The black and orange bot spoke softly, his French accent sharp and charming as he tried to sway the panicking women who swung at his hand with the golf club. This caused it to break and send the top half flying as the women, Viviane Wembly, roll back into the grass.
"She is very difficult!"
The French bot said as he turned to Sir Edmund, who was at a distance with Cade and Bumblebee, who squinted at the black and orange lambo bot with the French accent, trying to see if he recognized him. He looked very familiar, but his memory was fairly hasty from all his battles and the constant adrenaline rushing through him at times. It was like a ich he couldn't scratch.. that feeling when you're trying to remember something you were just thinking about ......
It wasn't until Sir Edmund would say the bots name.
Hot rod
Was ir it who he thought it was??? He thought hot rod was dead!? A million thoughts flooded bumblebees processor as it felt like time had stopped, staring at his old and very close "friend" ..... his roddy, his honeycomb, his hot rod... it felt like a millenia since he last saw him!! It was like he just hit gold! A piece of himself he thought he had lost was here ! His precious jewel! !!
While Viviane tumbled down the hill, bee took the chance to run over to the unsuspecting hot rod and tackle him into a hug, rolling around with him in the grass. Hot rod was caught incredibly off guard when he was tackled like a football player on the field, but once he realized it was Bumblebee, he immediately lit up. He laughed as bee rolled around with him kn the grass ,
"Bee ! Mon ami!! Mon amour !!!Mon partenaire dans le crime !! I've missed you so much-!"
The French bot sang out as Bumblebee finally stopped rolling, buzzing happily as songs blasted out from his radio as his antenna flapped up and down with his door wings fluttering
"I was made for loving you baby~~!"
A song sample came out from his radio, causing hot rod to laugh a hearty and very French laugh. He wrapped his arms around the yellow bot as he stared at him for a while as he calmed down. He still was as buzzy as he remembered, though he still saw how warn out he was, but he didn't care one bit.. Bee was his and was here right now... that was all that mattered in that moment. Their hug session on the grass would soon be cut short by cogmen who would call for them so they could go to the castle,
The two of them untangled from each other and made their way other, Bumblebee had a bit of pep in his step when walking, buzzing and spilling to hot rod about everything that had happened since they had been apart.. the good and the bad.. it was so weird to see hot rod all shiny and polished. While he was a mech of class, the war had gone on for so long it was like dirt and grim was all bee knew... hot rod smelled fresh, sweet, clean, and polished while he smelled like nicotine, dirt, oil, and enegron.
Though that didn't matter to hot rod, but he would be dragging bee to the car wash sooner or later for a nice cleaning due to his horrible oder.. the humans may not be able to smell it well, but he sure could! But now all he wanted was to spend time with the mech he missed and loved so much while he could, knowing what could await them at any moment considering the circumstances...
Bumblebee let out a buzzy sigh as his arm wrapped around hot rods waist, leaning on him as they walked near the castle window, his radio piecing together a message...
"By the primes I missed you."