Author: the laughing hermit PM
Bumblebee meets a strange bot, claiming to be from the future, and claiming to be his mate. Is she telling the truth. Please, be nice and give it a shot.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Bumblebee - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,692 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 04-13-08 - Published: 03-01-08 - id: 4106678
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This is my first Transformers fic. It's from the Movieverse, so please be gentle.
It was an ordinary day among the Autobots. It started out with a good stretch, some energon, then a round of human video games. Then, everyone went to visit Jazz in the infirmary, and then they had some more energon. Then they all went to their separate duties.
Ratchet did his best to keep the infirmary clean, and to keep Jazz resting. He had been ripped in half for Primus' sake! Why did he insist on wanting to leave. What the medic didn't realize was that it was frightening to have large objects chucked around the room at all hours of the day and night. He would have rather rested in his quarters where he needn't be frightened of airborne projectiles.
Optimus Prime went to work trying to smooth things out with the humans. A few dozen autobots and neutrals had answered his call, and he now had to work to get government clearance. He hypothesized that humans, being easily distracted, used paperwork as either a deterrant, or something to make the higher-ups laugh. He needed to gather more data. And get a mass green card. This was not going to be a fun day.
Ironhide was going to do what he did best. He was going to blow stuff up. Yes, he was in charge of clearing out and subsequently demolishing an old Air Force hangar, which was going to be converted into quarters for the new arrivals. As he blasted, he thought about a certain someone he hoped was among their ranks. Primus, he missed her on jobs like this.
Bumblebee had the most fun job in his opinion. He got to spend the day with Sam and Mikaela, just driving around. It was one of their "date" things. As he drove them to the movie theatre, he suddenly felt homesick. He hadn't felt that way in a long time. But he missed seeing other Cybertonians everywhere. He didn't really remember Cybertron. He had only been a sparkling when he left. Ironhide had become his parent, and Optimus, his teacher. He felt sad that there would be no more sparklings. Then he realized that there might be some femmes hiding among the new arrivals. This gave him hope.
As they drove past a stretch of desert, the sky opened up. It was a gigantic wormhole. Bumblebee let the humans out and transformed from his alt. mode. A large mass of metal was falling from the hole. It was definitely a transformer. The question was if it was friendly or not. It was holding something in it's arms, Bumblebee decided to act as if the person was a friendly, and give them a chance. It might just be a casseticon.
He ran over as the transformer landed, leaving the humans to hide. He was an optimist, not a fool. As he ran up, the transformer was pulling themselves out of the crater. The mech pulled himself, no herself, out of the crater. Bumblebee stopped dead in his tracks. It was femme. A badly injured femme. Her left arm hung almost completely useless by her side. With the other, she extended it back into the crater and extracted two small sparklings. Bumblebee nearly fainted.
"Are you all right?" he asked dumbly, staring at the two sparklings in her arms.
The two humans, realizing that this wasn't a decepticon, ran over to see what was going on.
"Oh Bee!" the femme cried, throwing her limp arm around him. "Thank Primus you found us, I don't know what would have happened if they caught us, oh, I'm so glad-" she faltered when she realized that Bumblebee wasn't responding.
"Oh dear," she said, he optics drooping. "You're Bee, but you're not Bee. This is bad. Bad!"
"What is it? What's wrong?" Bee asked, finally coming back to himself.
"You don't know us." The femme said sadly, shaking her head. The two sparklings looked at Bee curiously. Then one climbed up on the femme's back and reached out to Bee to be picked up. He obliged, plucking her up, and settling her near his spark. As he did this, his spark fluttered strangely in his chassis.
"Ohh," he groaned. The femme ran to his side and looked fearfully into his optics.
"You're my sparkmate, Bee. These are our sparklings. Or, they will be. I'm Senera." She said shyly. Bumblebee took a step back to get a good look at the femme claiming to be his mate. She was a light green color, built small and light, even smaller than him, with vibrant blue optics. She was probably a saboteur, or a spy; or a civilian. She was very pretty. No, scratch that: she wasn't conventionally beautiful, at least not in the optics of most. But there was something that made his spark pound. He liked the sensation.
"You're injured." He said, trying to get back on track. "Let's get you back to the base. Can you walk, Senera?"
"Yes, if we go slow." She said quietly. He realized that this was simply her mode of speech.
"Give me the other sparkling," he said, reaching out while shifting the other to a more comfortable position.
"His name is Thumper. Her's is Stormy." She said handing the small mech over. The little sparkling began clicking contentedly in his arms. The girl kept fidgeting, wanting to play with his battle mask, and just generally not holding still.
"Come on Sam, Mikaela. I'll take you to the movies another time."
"That's cool man." Sam said, climbing into Bee's giant hand.
"Would you like to come back to base with us?" Bee asked, as he offered his other hand to the Senera to help her keep her balance.
"Love to." Mikaela said, excited as always about visiting their gigantic alien, robot friends.
They made their way back with no incident. Bee dropped Sam and Mikaela in the rec. room and took Senera and the sparklings to the infirmary.
"Holy garters of Primus!" Ratchet yelled as Bee led the femme and the sparklings in.
"She's injured, Ratchet." He said quietly. "Her name is Senera."
The seasoned medic simply stood there for a moment, in completely awe of the situation. Then his logic circuits kicked in and he began to bustle about, getting supplies and shooing his patient over to one of the berths.
"What's yer story?" he asked as he pulled out a welder.
"Bee sent me here." She began
"I can see that," Ratchet interrupted, "he's standing right there."
"No. Bumblebee from the future sent me. He's my sparkmate." Ratchet did a double-take, but let Senera finish her story. "The decepticons were attacking. The four of us were backed into Wheeljack's lab. There was a time portal. He sent me through and smashed the consol, so the decepticons couldn't get us. He stayed behind," her optics began to well up. "I can't feel him. I don't know if it's the time difference, or if something's happened-" Bumblebee put his arms around her and held her, gently clicking into her cranial plate. She sniffled more, but eventually calmed down. "Same old Bee," she murmured.
"He's probably okay," Ratchet said in his grumbly, yet kind voice. "This kid can get out of anything." He said fondly rubbing Bee's cranial plates.
"Don't worry." Bee said. "We'll help you get back." He continued to hug her until the sparklings he had set down wanted in. He reached down and picked them up, holding them close, along with their mother.
This was how the rest of the Ark found the family unit a breem later, Ratchet having quietly snuck out to give them time alone.
So, love it? Hate it? The humans aren't going to be prominent characters, so sorry to the people who like them a lot. It's the way the story goes!