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“This is the third time you sneak out this time,” Prowl scolded with a stern face, Prowl was one of Optimus's most trustworthy guards in this palace and also his companion. He dragged the young bot on the collar of his neck gently, but firmly.
Bumblebee shrugged as he let himself get dragged by the guard. That’s fine, next time he’ll have to do another race in due time.
“Come on, prowler the desert was so much fun! Even with all of the empty space they have there!.. “ he whined as he got dragged out through the meeting room by him.
Optimus, his sire was seated to the other side of the room and listening as Jazz was commenting on the battlefield tactics.
The moment his sire noticed him, he sighed wearily and slumped against his chair. While Jazz smirks knowingly.
“Thank you Prowl, for ensuring that he didn’t sneak off again..” Optimus glanced sternly at Bumblebee as if telling him that this conversation won’t be over once the meeting is done.
Bumblebee crossed his arm and rolled his optics. Really, he loves his sire but sometimes his sire never lets him explore everywhere that he’s curious about.
His carrier, Elita never for once let him out of her sight either.
Both of them were unbearable, he remembered rambling about it to his twin brother, cliffjumper.
And all what cliffjumper said was that they’re just protective of him, and he cannot reason with his twin brother after what he has said.
Bumblebee sat on the other side of the chair, sitting right next to Optimus, He didn’t even dare to look. But, he can feel the stare right to his helm.
He scoffed and turned his helm to his sire. “What?.. You can scold me later..” he said. Optimus sighed and let the meeting continued on for an hours.
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When the battlefield has begun, Bumblebee has been to stay here with his siblings, Cliffjumper, Arcee and Chromia.
But, he didn’t listen anyway. Instead he sneaked out and watched the fight from afar, hiding in one of the giant rocks. He has watched the fight between his sire and his arch–nemesis.
“I never knew you’d stoop too low Megatron..” Optimus glared with his darkened optics, save for the fact that Bumblebee could feel the sneered off the mask of his sire. “Stealing human resources is one thing, but kidnapping one of them to take advantage of the information you so much needed? That’s even low for you.”
Megatron smirked, his teeth showing in full views. “Oh? Did you not like the gift that I have given you? If it wasn’t for your little commander, I would have taken the opportunity to end this war once and for all..”
Bumblebee has remembered when Spike was kidnapped again, for the multiple time. He thought that it was getting too old, the same as usual.
Optimus glared with a cold emotion through him, both megatron and optimus fought till their very last breath.
Their weapons clash and squawk with sounds as they connect, He dodge Megatron's flail.
Bumblebee watched afar and sighed, he hid there forever. So far as not letting himself get caught.
Until a warm electric touch his back, almost making him yelp out loud as he turns around.
There stood the seeker, having the resemblance to the color of his sire. If bumblebee didn’t know any better, he’d mistake the seeker as his sire’s twin.
The seeker’s nullray still loaded, pointing to the aim of him, though he froze seeing the sight of him. “Geez, I thought you were Sunstorm! That idiot wanders around and sneaks off like an organic rat..” he scowled.
Putting the nullray down, he wandered his digits on his hip. Giving off an impudent attitude.
Bumblebee stuttered by the sight of the tricolor seeker, his throat was almost on fire, making him harder to speak out on what he was gonna comment.
He cleared his throat for a moment, glanced at him. “Who?-- Also, you sneak off too?” He asks for confirmation.
The seeker’s red optics was on him, narrowing at his words. “Sneak off?” He scoffed and rolled his optics. “I supposed that being at base was more boring than the battlefield we are gonna witness. “
“After all, my sire was always protective of me. Never let me go anywhere unless I have my brothers with me!” He complained.
Bumblebee blinked once and twice, he perked up. “Ah!- mine too. I wasn’t always allowed to go there..”
The seeker smirked. “So, a naughty bot then?” he snarked.
“Hey!, you sneaked off too and you also disobeyed your creator..” Bumblebee whined.
The tricolor seeker giggled softly. “Fair point..” before they could say anything, Both of them were grabbed by someone.
The seeker was grabbed by soundwave, as Bumblebee was grabbed by ironhide. Both of them yelped.
“Soundwave! Are you gonna tell my sire?..Please don’t! He won’t ever let me go..” the seeker whined, fearing for the punishment that he’ll get by his sire.
“Ah- Ironhide!..” Bumblebee complained. As the rot bot took him away from the other, both the unknown seeker and bumblebee glanced at each other before they were taken apart from each other.
Ratchet gave a whole lecture about what could have happened if he wasn’t watched over, his sire in the corner staring in disappointment, but with no complaint to say left, while his carrier, elita stood there with her arm crossing, giving off a disappointed mother.
“What were you thinking??” Ratchet shouted, not gently, not harshly. But firmly with a sense of authority. “You give your sire quite a scare when you would be caught in the middle of the battlefield.”
“Not only were you there, but you were talking to his nemesis’s child!, the prince!” He pinched his nose between his optics.
“So what?, he wasn’t all that bad!,” Bumblebee rolled his optics. “Even if he was Megatron’s child, he didn’t shoot me and he was barely hostile toward me!”
“You don’t know that! What if he was doing that just to trick you?, or worse if his sire has seen you.. He did something bad! You’re lucky that he hasn't noticed you getting all touchy with his sparkling..” Ratchet retorted.
“But he didn’t!, if he was.. He would have done it in the first place and I wasn't being touchy!” he retorted back. “I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere, nor have I ever met some bot like me..”
“Bumblebee–” Optimus tried to engage.
Bumblebee turned his helm toward his sire and glared.” No, I don’t want you to be shielding me like I am made out of glass, I know how to take care of myself!”
“Bumblebee, don’t say that tone with your sire..” Elita chimed in, frowning at him.
“You never let me have the things that I wanted, I don’t want to be a prime..” He suppressed his tears away, sniffing off.
Optimus gave a sad look that could always make Bumblebee feel bad, but this time he felt like he needed to tell him.
So, he ran off as he heard his sire and carrier shouting for his name. He didn’t pay attention to others who noticed him running off.
He ran far and far, away from the complicated situation.
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He stayed there at night, letting himself get enveloped by the grass. He glanced at the clear dank sky of the night. Where ink of white’s moving in a clear motion without any light pollution.
The moon herself stared down at him, giving him no word of what he had done.
For her, she’s just doing her own thing, summoning the stars when they gather around. She stood up there steadily with her mother, the earth. Her sister, the sun was in the other direction where though she had not been seen only for the night.
Though they remind him of Luna-one and Luna-two back in cybertron.
Bumblebee sighed, he lied through in the grass. Thinking about the word he has said to his sire, confessing that he did not want to be a prime. Why he said that was beyond him.
The creak sound of a tiny breach stick interrupted him, he sat up and looked around in alarm.
Luckily he has his weapon on him at all times.
“Sorry to bother you at this time..” The voice he heard was familiar. Can it be?...
The same seeker from before let himself in the views of the moon’s light, he stood there in a non hostile way. His wings twitched a bit.
“Did I startle you?” he asked, walking toward him. He sat next to the bumblebee.
Bumblebee lets out a soft murmur of ‘no’. He shocked his helm. “I ran..and I regret yelling at my sire..” he said.
The seeker listens, waiting for his word.
“But, I didn’t mean to!..I was angry..” He sighed. He looked at the seeker, seeing that he was still listening to him. “I don’t know why they’re like this..”
“Sorry for my rumble..” he apologized embarrassedly.
The seeker waved his servos dismissively. “That’s alright..” he assured. “It was the same thing with my sire, I..fought with my sire, fought with my brother and my uncle..” he glanced down.
“I was angry too, they act like I am a made out of glass, and frail or something..I am grown like them..and it seems that they cannot understand..” He sighed loudly.
Bumblebee understood where he came back, he was the same way too, angry and sad.
“I guess we have our own similarities and differences with our family..” he rested his servos upon his knee, looking at the views of the open sky.
The seeker glanced at him. “Indeed..”
The quiet moment was there, none of them talked unless there was something to say, and bumblebee didn’t know what to say.
“I..” He muttered. “I heard you’re the child of my sire’s nemesis ..." he said.
Bumblebee nodded. “ I heard too, you are Megatron's child..” He smirked. “But I don't care.. I think you’re very interesting to talk to..”
The seeker blushed and looked away. “You think so?” he murmured softly.
“Yes, you’re Starscream, prince of Vos and the child of Megatron of Tarn..why would you think that I wanted to talk to you more?” he smiled.
“No-no one has ever said that to me…” he was in complete shock and embarrassment.
“Well, then I'll say it then..” he smirked. “Prince Starscream of Vos, would you let I, bumblebee, be your amica?” He confessed.
Starscream’s optics sparkled, then he smiled. “I, Starscream of Vos accepted.” he chuckled.
“Then it is settled.” Both of the young bots smiled, for the very first time, both of them made a friend out of each other or perhaps more…