Title: Lion Hearted
Characters: Bumblebee, Sam Witwicky
Pairings: hints of BeexSam
Disclaimer: Sam, Mikaela, and the Autobots belong to people other than me. Danny Witwicky is mine.
A/N: Inspired by a discussion at tf2007fun about the lion on Bee's dashboard in the used car lot, an image in elvenmishief's Photobucket screencap gallery, and by a bit of Arbor Mist Sangria influenced reasoning. Also written under the influence of Arbor Mist Sangria. If there are any mistakes, please tell me and I'll correct them when I'm sober. :D
Summary: Bee really does have strange tastes sometimes.
I glanced up from the book I was reading for school and saw Bumblebee gazing through my bedroom window at me. I stared back in bewilderment. My robot guardian transforming in broad day light was not a usual occurrence.
"Bee? Is something wrong," I asked, worried that something had happened. Were the Decepticons going to attack? Was something wrong with one of the others? Was something wrong with him?
Bumblebee looked almost embarrassed and did what could only be the robot equivalent of throat clearing. "No, nothing wrong. I…I just had a question," he was looking everywhere but at me.
Now I was back to being confused. "O-kay," I replied hesitantly, "Shoot, big guy."
The robot actually seemed to squirm a bit. "Do you-do you remember that stuffed lion that was on my dashboard when you bought me," he stuttered, confusing me further.
I stare at him blankly, try to figure out where this was going. I nod in reply, not quite able to form a complete thought, let alone a complete sentence out loud.
While robots couldn't exactly blush, I suspected Bumblebee was making a valiant attempt at not doing it anyway. "Do you still have it," he asked quietly.
A light bulb seemed to click on in my head as what he wanted became clear. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. This was just too cute.
Though I already knew what was going on, I had to confirm it. "Do you want the lion back, Bee?"
Bumblebee nodded frantically, glad to have his request finally out in the open. I grin back at him. He really was just plain adorable, though I'd never admit such a thing, even under torture.
"It's in my closet. I'll bring it down when I'm done with this chapter," I reply, and try not to chuckle when Bee gave an ecstatic chirp and transformed back into a Camaro.
As much as the lion was going to cramp my style and earn me even more ridicule at school, it was totally worth it to make Bumblebee happy.