Sparkling Troubles

Chapter 18

Yes hello! *waves arm ceremoniously* I have returned! I hope I haven't lost everyone who liked this story before... You might want to reread a few of the last chapters in case you forgot what happened... Also, Bumblebee and Smokescreen are equal to like four year olds, and have been since Wheeljack used his... device... thingy. I hope you enjoy the newest installment of Sparkling Troubles!

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Bumblebee clung to the cockpit of Starscream's alt mode as they flew to meet the Autobot leader. Bumblebee thought he could remember the Prime personally, and for a moment he remembered a certain moment when the powerful figure had... cyber-cat ears?

But as soon as it came, the memory (or figment of his imagination, as he pegged it) was gone. He decided that he did not want to remember anything like that ever again.

However, as the wind from their supersonic speeds pushed his lips sideways and his little fingers clutched to the silver metal below him, he wondered why they were having him spy on the Autobots. Why not, if Starscream was so powerful, just kill the Prime right then and there? Their team would surely--

He stopped his thoughts as they landed not-so-gently on the abandoned ground. Bumblebee slid off the seeker's backstruts and plopped to the dirt, which plumed up around him. Some got in his optics and his nose-plate, causing him to sneeze a little. 

He stood and rubbed his rear- that landing had hurt!- and looked up at the Decepticon next to him.

"That hurt, you big meanie!" He shouted, his eyebrows furrowed in what would be a cute fashion, had his optics not been so blood-red in color. 

Starscream smiled and looked down, condescendingly. "Oh, does the little femme-bot have a boo boo?"

Bumblebee growled a little, showing his displeasure by stomping the ground. He sat and began drawing pictures in the dirt.

Half an earth hour later, the little mech was still drawing, and just as he was about to finish a picture depicting him punching Optimus Prime in the gut, an engine-like sound echoed through the surrounding deserted area. He looked up and immediately smiled, a devious look on his faceplate that was replicated by Starscream.

"Now, remember what you have to do, Bumble-clutz." He continued before Bumblebee could whine, "Get any and all information you can, but don't spill anything about the Decepticons, got it?"

Bumblebee nodded at the prospect of a mission (a real, live mission!) and looked at the rapidly approaching truck. When the arrival transformed, Bumblebee shrunk back a little from the sheer size of the mech- not that he would ever admit it.

He himself barely reached the midway point of the Prime's calf. 

"I must admit, Prime," Starscream drawled. "I thought you'd come with your little Pity-Party team."

"As did I expect of you, Starscream."

Bumblebee envisioned the entire armada going up against Optimus and his team. To his displeasure, his daydream ended with the Decepticons in the dust, while the Autobots danced rituals over their remains. He shivered.

"Now, I believe a trade is in order?"

The red and blue leader nodded solemnly and comm.ed his team. "Ratchet, open the bridge. Bumblebee will be waiting. Use necessary restraints, but do not harm him."

A greenish-swirly thing activated about twenty feet from where Bumblebee stood. He glanced up at it with large optics before turning to Starscream.

...Who proceeded to kick Bumblebee's skidplate towards the groundbridge. "Get on with it, scraplet."

Bumblebee walked to the bridge, oh yes he did, but he was very confused. He had absolutely no inkling of an idea of what made him do it, but he looked at his arm. There was a long lumpy scar that he was sure had something to do with scraplets. He looked behind him one last time- where Optimus and Starscream were no longer idly chatting, but readying their weaponry- and sprinted through the groundbridge.

He ran straight into a small blue and gold wall that skittered across the floor at the impact.

"...Bee?"