Transformer Girls: More than Meets the Robot Girl!(Rewriting chapters)

Backyard Brawl.

Bumblebee was in awe. His old leader and two friends stood in front of him again, two out of three currently dead. At least where he came from.

There was a small, mostly blue with pink Cybertronian. Her hair, short and blue save for the pink around the sharp edges. Her vehicle plating was light but recognizably a motorcycle. It gave her a gymnastic look which matched her figure. Arcee.

The other was another redhead, but her hair was longer than Ironhides, plating that formed horns on her head. A little buff, slightly taller than Bumblebee, certainly more bottom heavy compared the others he saw. Judging from the horns and mustang car plating... Cliffjumper.

The last one was the tallest of all Cybertronians he saw here. Well built, toned on the "skin" plating, her red, blue, and steel colored truck plating akin to a battle dress with her legs exposed for mobility. Atop her head was long blue hair, a gray headband with white antenna at the sides and the top. This was Optimus Prime. Different, but still Optimus Prime.

But there was one he didn't recognize. Another Cybertronian wearing plating that mimicked the local law enforcement, the plating certainly stylized to be like that of an officer with vehicular parts. Her white hair was cut short, militaristic, and a pair of red shades rested atop of her head. She was no doubt stern given the way she was looking at Bumblebee.

Ratchet had just finished briefing the group on Bumblebee and Optimus was the first to speak up, "Bumblebee, is it?" he nodded and she continued, "where exactly did you come from?"

Bumblebee answered with, "From Cybertron. That's where I came from. At least, another one."

The unknown Autobot walked forward and said, "we're going to need better elaboration than that."

"Maybe give him the chance to speak, officer?" Ironhide grunted, stepping up towards Prowl.

Optimus immediately sternly told them, "Enough, both of you," then she turned back to Bumblebee, gently asking, "Bumblebee, where exactly did you come from?"

Bumblebee sighed out and said, "It's... a long story, so please, all of you, bear with me..." He Kept it short and sweet on what happened, briefly explaining where he came from and why.

He got the reaction he expected.

The Autobots all stared at Bumblebee in disbelief, Cliffjumper being the first to say, "You... you sure you didn't get a concussion or anything like that. You did get a massive blow to the helm."

"You guys said there were no mechs right?" Bumblebee asked rhetorically, "Well, here's one slice of evidence."

"You could've modified your inner frame for all we know," Prowl interjected, "That still doesn't mean you jumped realities."

"Okay, fair point,'' conceded Bumblebee with a shrug before looking Prowl seriously in the eyes, "Then tell me, where could I have come from? I came from a Spacebridge on Cybertron over to Earth, but around this time, no Spacebridges could reach here. At least not for Autobots."

Prowl narrowed her eyes, "Indeed, not for Autobots."

"Oh, put some coolant on it, Prowl!" Ironhide barked, "Whether this kid's got a few screws loose has yet to be verified-"

"He seemed fine when I scanned him," Added Ratchet.

Ironhide continued on, "But a Decepticon? Kid was about to be skewered by ol' three face and if it weren't for me and Ratchet, he'd probably be on Shockwave's dissection table."

"That doesn't mean we can't rule out any possibilities. We're not in positions to take risks, especially with our missing scout," Prowl apathetically stated, not backing down. Bumblebee was a little worried to see Arcee nonverbally backing her up. Prowl turned to Prime and said, "I think it would be best if we kept him in a holding cell until we can be certain."