TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

THE AFTERMATH

CHAPTER 43
The Aftermath

Bumblebee was fixed up easily, but for obvious reasons, Ratchet decided to keep Trevor overnight. For that reason, Bumblebee did not leave, like he would most of the time. No, he was not letting Trevor out of his sight again for a long while. Ratchet didn't mind much either, given what they had been through the last several days, he could at least let Bumblebee be a worried father for the time being. He approached the young mech, who was practically recharging beside his son's berth with a sigh. "He's still very stable," He told the young scout. "If you wanted to leave-."

"Not in this lifetime," Bumblebee snorted. "And don't start preaching that he'll be fine, either." He added bluntly. "Last time I took that stance, he was taken away by the Decepticons," He explained. "And while I don't expect that to happen tonight I just.. I don't want to leave him yet," He explained to which Ratchet nodded with a groan.

Bumblebee did, however, hope that at some point he would finally recharge. After all, he was exhausted beyond words, and who wouldn't be after the last few days? He sighed quietly, looking at the slight burns on Trevor's body. It quietly reminded him slightly that this wasn't the first time he'd been burned, and again he thought of his biological father. It was a thought he had to push away, because it made him sick thinking he might have had to save him from his father, if this were a different time. And for that matter, he figured the boy had gone through a lot more trauma on having to relive that feeling, or at least something similar.

A feeling he'd promised himself he'd never let Trevor go through again, and ultimately failed to live up to. He carefully traced the thick of Trevor's back, cooing him slightly as Ratchet watched him. "I just hope he's going to be okay," Bumblebee half added to himself, and to Ratchet. "He was beat like pit by Michael, and then he went through this... I can't imagine what's running through that "brain" of his right now."

"Well, he's lucky," Bumblebee looked confused at Ratchet's words. "Because he has a sire that loves him. And would do anything in his power to see to it he gets through whatever he may be going through," He watched out of the corner of his optic as Trevor seemed to shift as Bumblebee stroked him. "It amazes me to watch you with him, you know. The more time you two spend the more I see you grow."

Bumblebee shrugged his shoulders, and smiled. He was growing, that much he knew. After all, there was a time where he wouldn't put up such a fight with Barricade. But now, when he had threatened and attacked his child he had pushed himself to new limits. And what was more, he was maturing, growing, learning to be a dad more and more each day. To tell the truth, he liked it, a lot. "Anyways," Ratchet sighed. "I have work to get done. Will you be alright if I leave you out here with him?"

"If I need you, you're just in your office," Bumblebee nodded. "Go ahead, Ratch."

Ratchet nodded, and made his way into his office without another word. Bumblebee leaned back, and let his optics offline and his body fall into recharge. About an hour later, Trevor's heart rate spiked, something he felt instantly. After all, Ratchet had removed the bond inhibitors and such an action was no longer dulled. He quickly onlined his optics to see that Trevor was fighting someone in his sleep, mumbling and groaning. "Trev," Bumblebee cooed. "It's alright bud, I'm here."

Trevor's eyes reluctantly flew open as he felt Bumblebee rub his back. "S-Sorry," Trevor muttered. "I thought," He shivered slightly. "I just thought..."

"Hush," Bumblebee replied gently, rubbing his son's face with a finger. "It's alright kiddo, you were just having one of those nightmares you humans have," Trevor sighed in relief, laying against the pillows of the berth. "I'm glad to see you awake even if you should be sleeping. I know that you were okay, but I could never be too sure..."