In My Head (TFP Bumblebee x Femme Reader)

9

"Ouch. Ow!" (Y/n) jerked her servo back through the bars of her cell, closing the plating on her forearm. Bumblebee tilted his head disapprovingly. "I can feel that all the way in my chassis!" 

"You're supposed to. I'm trying to access your tracker to bypass the Nemesis' cloaking. If one of our beacons shows, it'll only take a few seconds for Ratchet to pin down our location and send a Bridge to get us." 

The femme grumbled and opened the plating again, sticking her arm back through. Bumblebee continued to work on it, small shocks traveling through her nerves as he messed with the signals. 

"You know, they can probably see us doing this," she pointed out after a couple minutes of silence. 

"I know." 

"So...." He paused his work to look up at her. "So are you going to do anything about it?" 

"Are they? If they come down here, I'm sure you can handle yourself without blades or blasters." She blinked. He tilted his helm. "Look. I know you're a good fighter. And it's not like I can cover your backstruts from in here." 

Okay, moment ruined. 

She sighed, leaning against the bars. She yelped after a particularly sharp shock, flipping her servo up and whacking Bumblebee in the face. He recoiled, dropping her servo. He rubbed the center of his face plate where she'd hit him, glaring at her. 

"Did you get it?" she mumbled. 

"I was close until you hit me in the face." (Y/n) returned his glare, to which his optics only dilated. She pulled her arm back through, messing with some of the now loose wires. 

"You know, we probably shouldn't actually do this," she said, looking back at her partner. "They're probably actually waiting for us to send them a signal so they can ambush them." 

"You're probably right." There wasn't any mockery in his tone, which surprised her. He walked to the back of his cell and leaned against the wall, staring up at the T-Cog disrupter. "What we need is to be able to make a stand of our own. If we can get through their forces and give the Autobots a signal, then they can just Bridge us back to base." 

(Y/n) snapped the panel on her arm shut. "A two bot army?" she asked skeptically. 

"You have any better ideas?" 

"...no." 

"Then help me figure out a way to get to the disrupter." 

~

About an hour later and much bickering, they were no closer to figuring out how to get to the disrupter. And, as an added bonus, Knockout had made a stop by them to rub it in their faces. Though that temporarily distracted them from each other, both talking over one another with...unsavory phrases. 

"There's really no way to get to it," (Y/n) said finally, sliding to the floor and rubbing at a dent in her armor. "I think we're stuck in here until Megatron decides what to do with us." 

"Use us against the Autobots. We can't let them do that." 

"Yeah, and I'm sick of Knockout coming by here. Can't wait to scuff up his perfect paint job." 

"Then stand up and help me figure this out. I'll leave him to you." 

"You'd do that for me?" 

"Don't make me change my mind." He stuck his servo through the bars and she grabbed it, allowing him to help her stand. "Now, I think if you climbed on the bars, you could probably jump to it. You're a lot more streamlined than I am." Yet another compliment. He was soaring, wasn't he?

"I'll give it a go," (Y/n) said, hauling herself up onto the bars and turning around, judging the distance between her and the disrupter. 

"Hey!" a Vehicon guard shouted. The femme scout jumped down as a blaster charged and the guard appeared at her cell. "Stay off the bars." 

"Pardon me," she snarked. "But this floor is too dirty for me." Bumblebee made an odd noise that was probably meant to be a snort. 

"Don't mind him," a now familiar and very aggravating voice said. Knockout appeared in front of her cell, glancing at Bumblebee around the bars. "You two seem persistent enough. I'm a little surprised at the amount of teamwork." 

"Do you have a point or should I just punch you?" (Y/n) said, crossing her arms. 

Knockout chuckled. "Megatron has his first 'assignment' for you," he said. The femme glanced between Bumblebee and the Decepticon. 

"Me?" She pointed to herself. Knockout nodded. "Should I be excited?" 

"If you count getting cut open exciting." The cherry mech nodded to the Vehicon, who scanned a key and opened the door. She tensed and Bumblebee gripped the bars between their cells. 

"Don't you dare," the yellow mech snapped. 

"Can't do much from there, can you?" Knockout responded. 

(Y/n) jumped away from the Vehicon as he moved towards her. She landed a hard blow on his chassis, shoving him away from her. He stumbled backwards, though the disrupter seemed to be affecting him now, too. She snorted. 

"This is too easy," she said, checking Knockout's position. For the moment, he was only watching. Which made her less confident. Still, despite that, she still kicked the Vehicon's legs out from under him, planting her pede on his helm. She looked back to the doctor. "Enjoy watching your allies get beaten into scrap metal?" 

"Mildly." She was about to come up with a different remark when a shock ran up her whole body. Bumblebee let out a distressed whirl as she collapsed on the ground, the Vehicon pushing himself up and cuffing her servos together. "But I enjoy the surprise for you more." 

"(Y/n)!" Bumblebee whirred loudly as Knockout stepped in and grabbed her by the back of her armor, lifting her off the ground and dragging her out of the cell. The Vehicon returned to his post and the scout's desperate beeps faded into the background the further away the doctor got. 

Well, she was totally screwed. 

A/n: Exactly 1,000 words. That's all I got.