So, this was last updated in late 2013 and now it's mid 2019 and you know what? I had half of this chapter written and sitting there doing nothing this entire time. I felt like updating and I did. I couldn't motivate myself to work on anything else, so why not resurrect a dead fic? Lol. I've thought about doing it at least once a year since I posted chapter three and today? Today I wanted to get it done. So here it is.
Believe it or not, I reread this fic quite a bit. No matter where my fandoms may lead me, I will always have a soft spot for Spike Witwicky and Bumblebee fics—friendship, romance, whatever.
And yes, I did use Bumblebee's holomatter avatar from the IDW comics. :D Enjoy the update!
"Impressive isn't it?" A tall, muscular human said. He stood in Lord Optimus Prime's palm. Dressed in a sharp black suit and tie with a purple button up, he radiated authority no human should have. The burning red eyes hinted at the deception hidden behind the handsome (by human standards) face. "These new holomatter forms are going to our secret weapon against the treacherous rebellion that has plagued us for so long."
"Holomatter," Goldbug repeated to himself.
The entirety of the Autobots had been summoned to the main room of the Ark for their leader's announcement. He, Spike and the other Seekers were standing to their leader's right side at the front of the room.
The human hid his nervousness well, but Goldbug knew he was still shaken from yesterday night from his total silence throughout the morning.
Both Prime and the Human raised a hand out in perfect sync. Their leader's voice boomed across the room. "With this new tool we can infiltrate the humans more easily than ever and manipulate their systems.
"They'll trust us without question and we'll have total control of their resources before the year is out. By the time they notice what's been happening, we'll have destroyed their defenses. Without their human allies, the Decepticons will crumble.
"With the assistance of young Spike, we have confirmed the effectiveness of Wheeljack's contraption," Prime said, pausing in his speech to gesture toward the boy standing under Goldbug's feet. "I completed the first field test myself, accompanied by our small companion here.
"Not only were we able to go undetected for an entire day among the pitiful populace of humans, yards away from my body hidden in the distance, but this form's other uses were put through the grind. I have found this superior holomatter body can easily hold a solid form long enough to rip a human apart with your bare hands, should such a thing become necessary."
Spike shivered, his breath picking up as his calm mask slipped. Goldbug gaped as the human form in Prime's hand flickered away into nothing and he formed a fist in his hand where the small figure had once stood. Their Lord Prime tilted his head in satisfaction and spoke once more. "Prowl shall handle the mission debriefing from this point forward. All of you will be receiving a holomatter update of your own within the week. Dismissed."
Optimus Prime's holomatter appeared again, this time at floor level and strode toward Spike with the same ease as if he'd been human his entire life. Their leader settled for nothing less than perfection and it appeared being human was no exception.
He placed a hand on Spike's shoulder, and smiled. "I look forward to your future cooperation toward the Autobots, Spike."
"Yes, Sir!" Spike spit out, his voice cracking on the end of the "Yes."
The human visibly shivered as Prime nodded with a smirk and walked away, patting the boy on the back as the holomatter form disappeared and their leader's true form retreated to his quarters.
When the door to the room closed, Spike fell to his knees, though it went unnoticed by everyone but Goldbug and the boy's father, who only spared him a glance before he followed Wheeljack and Ratchet out of the room.
One by one the remaining Autobots filed out of the room, gossiping and whispering back and forth about the new holomatter forms. Goldbug made his way out after Blurr and Rodimus, but had to stop when he noted the lack of small footsteps behind him.
Spike remained on the ground, frozen in place—his eyes wide and breath shallow. Goldbug scooped him up, holding him close to his chest before someone could notice and hurried them away to a storage room before they could be seen.
"What's wrong?" Goldbug asked, dropping the boy onto a crate. "Prime is gone."
"Sorry," Spike said. He shook his head. Spike's breathing increased rapidly as he stood on the crate in the dark room. His words spilled out in a glitched jumble. "Sorry, sorry. I just. Prime, he's…he's really scary. Like, I know he's the biggest, and the strongest, and our leader, but yesterday. He was terrifying. Riding in his cab to the park alone and alongside his holomatter. Being eye to eye. Watching him, watching him rip those people apart because he could. I…so much blood. Just so much…and I—"
"No," Goldbug cut Spike off, almost snarling. His human companion was getting uncomfortably close to questioning their Lord Prime, and that was suicide. He slammed his hand onto the crate, shaking it hard enough he knocked Spike onto his aft. Goldbug leaned closer, his voice harsh and without question. "Yesterday, you were overwhelmed with excitement for the privilege of being with our Lord Prime when he was working. You're in awe of him. That's all. This thing you're doing now? You're just confused. You are a primitive little life form that wasn't prepared to handle so much of his magnificence in one sitting."
"Spike," Goldbug growled, cutting the human off once more. His voice cracked in a spark but he got it under control before too much of his emotions could slip free. "You were in awe of Lord Prime. Do you understand?"
The boy's shoulders dropped and his simple brain registered the hidden message Goldbug needed him to know.
"Okay." Spike pulled his knees forward and dropped his face into his legs. "Awe. I got it."
"And you're grateful you've already seen and accepted the true path of following the Autobots, putting you leagues ahead of your human peers," Goldbug said. "Correct?"
"Very grateful," Spike repeated into his knees. "It's an honor to be with the Autobots."
"Good," Goldbug said. He stepped away from the box and looked away when the young human shivered one more time before he scrambled up and vomited on a corner of the crate. Goldbug rubbed the human's back with two fingers and leaned against the crate. "What am I going to do with you?"
Spike snorted and wiped his mouth off on the top of his shoulder sleeve. "Keep me, I guess? That's what you've been doing."
Goldbug snorted and grabbed the teen by his jacket, dropping him on his feet on the floor. "I guess I have."
The human patted Goldbug on the leg and left the room first.
He ignored the way his insides twisted at the thought of the human facing the same fate as any other traitor.
Humans were too weak.
Goldbug would have to keep a closer eye on him.
But if what Prime said is true, that might be easier than ever in the future. Despite Spike's hesitance and fear, Goldbug had to admit there was a part of him that looked forward to seeing the youngest Witwicky eye to eye.
"The holomatter form produced is mostly random, but the clothing choices will match your personality at least," Sparkplug said. His boot rested on Goldbug's arm as he sat back in his chair with a datapad, configuring the settings of the new chip Wheeljack welded into the back of his head. "Isn't that nice?"
"A wonder of technology," Goldbug grunted, his fingers digging into the table. The pain of the surgery had been excruciating and a lingering headache remained, but the only thing more suicidal than questioning Prime was to take an anesthetic in Ratchet's medbay. "Are you done yet or what?"
"So impatient," Sparkplug said. He pulled his leg back and hopped up onto the table. He tapped the tablet twice more and turned it off. "Okay, that should do it."
The man clapped his hands together and ignored the scream of Hound getting his chip in the background. Sparkplug grinned wider and said, "Try it out."
Goldbug's optics shuttered as he searched his programming for the new commands and prompts lodged in the back of his head.
He clicked on the prompt and grabbed the table to steady himself when the world split into two.
"Give it a minute," Sparkplug said, hopping down from his stand to walk to the floor. Goldbug saw him from both eye level and from above as he stared at the man with two pairs of optics. "Steady now?"
"Yes," Goldbug said. He took a moment to fully sort the two feeds before he got the hang of being in literally two places at once. His inner saboteur rejoiced at the world of possibilities that had just opened up. "Weird being so short."
"You get used to it," Sparkplug said. He gave Goldbug a look over from head to toe and whistled. "Not bad. I like the spiked jacket."
Goldbug's holomatter form huffed and adjusted the leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders and metal studs on the lapels. Under the jacket, Goldbug saw a brunette, human female with a dark blue tank top with yellow stripes under the black jacket and a pair of ripped jeans.
"Spike's going to love it," the man said, grinning too wide and something lecherous sneaking into his gaze. "Get out of here and don't have too much fun, now."
The man slapped Goldbug's holomatter ass and laughed as he climbed back up to his work station and retrieved his datapad, calling out "Next!"
Goldbug dismissed the holomatter form and left, looking for his human companion.
"Wow," Spike said, staring after the humans that kept staring at Goldbug like he was something to eat. "I can't believe how much you look like an actress. I thought your holomatter things were supposed to be random, but everyone I've seen looks like a freaking model."
Goldbug crossed his human arms and leaned further into the side of his alt mode door. It pushed his new breasts higher and earned a few more stares. A spy did not need that sort of attention when your main activities were going unnoticed.
Mirage and Jazz were the seducers, not Goldbug.
"How do I get them to stop staring?" Goldbug hissed, smacking Spike in the arm. It wasted his energy going solid for the minute, but it was worth it. "I don't like this much attention."
"You're a hot rod," Spike answered back. "You always get attention."
"I told you to stop using that term," Goldbug said, thinking of Rodimus. "I'm a sports car."
Goldbug snorted and dropped his arms, leaning on his elbows and forearms as they watched people walk by and tried out his new disguise. "Being physically attractive helps us fool the humans, so I'm guessing that's why we're all supermodels according to you."
"Makes sense," Spike said. "There's quite a few humans that'll fall all over themselves to please a pretty face."
"Are you one of them?" Goldbug asked, flipping his hair over his shoulder. He saw the dilation in Spike's eyes and almost laughed. "Your father was quite certain you'd like this form."
"Maybe if you were blonde," Spike answered back, licking his lip. "Or did you forget yellow's my favorite color?"
"Sure," Goldbug said. He pushed of the car and opened his door. "Get in. I've had enough people watching for one day and Prowl wants a field report before the end of the day."
Spike shrugged and hopped over the hood, sliding across to get to the passenger side door on the other side. He slumped into the seat and crossed his legs in the footwell. "I miss the driver's seat already."
"Too bad," Goldbug said. He laughed, his voice a pitch higher to match his new form. Goldbug mimicked the human motions of driving as he started his engine and pulled out of the parking spot. "It's not like you ever drove anyway."
Spike laughed before pulling out his phone and playing a game.
Blondes, huh? Bumblebee thought to himself as the human snuck hungry glances at his new human form the entire trip back.
As if Spike would have eyes for anyone else.