Making Things Work

Chapter One

Bumblebee's POV

I had been given a misson by Optimus Prime...That mission was to journey to the planet Earth and protect it from the threat of Decepticon prisoners that are running wild all across the planet. Originally I had thought I was supposed to travel to Earth alone, but that is no longer the case. I now find myself with a rag-tag team that Optimus somehow expects me to whip into shape and make it run smoothly. I have no clue how to even make them listen to me?! How does he even expect me to be able to get these bots to work together.

I let out a sigh and skipped the last stone across the lake before I turned and started to walk back towards the scrap yard. The team wasn't the only thing that was rattling around in my processor. There was one bot in particular on the team that had me worried and that was Shadowfangs. My mate, she should of never followed me through that spacebridge. It isn't safe here, especially not for her in her condition. I never intended for this to happen, and I definitely never wanted her to be put in this amount of danger because of me. Primus...What am I going to do. I'm going to be a father and here my mate is stuck on this planet with me, where she's in the biggest amount of danger... Not just because of the Decepticons...the humans...Oh Primus if she was caught by the humans we would all be in serious trouble.

I looked down at myself feeling my servos trembling, I guess I really was that stressed. "Primus what am going to do....Give me a sign...some guidance... anything." I pleaded. I was desparate for an answer. I had never felt so lost and confused before in my life before I found myself here with a bunch of bots that expected me to guide them through this. To be quite honest, I had no idea how I was going to guide myself through all of this.  I hung my helm as I just slowly slunk back to the scrapyard. The setting sun shining down on my back as I blended into the thick forest.

Shadowfangs' POV

I was slumped back against a make-shift mount of matresses that Grimlock had put together for me to lay on. It was helping my back struts somewhat. But it didn't help me stop worrying about Bee being out of the scrapyard on his own. I always did hate when he had went out on his own.  I was jolted from my thoughts when I heard the team's minicon talking to me.

"Sorry Fix-it what did you say?" I asked softly, looking down to the orange minicon.

Fix-it smiled a little bit, "I was asking you if you were comfortable Clangs-Bangs, Fangs!" He blurted out. I smiled a little, it must be really difficult having a tick in your vocal processor. I gave the little guy credit for being able to put up with it so well.

"I'm as comfortable as I can be on old matresses Fix-it, I'm just worried about Bee. He's been gone awhile." I said softly, watching the scrapyard entrance with worried optics. I just wanted to know if he was alright or not. I looked down when I felt Fix-it patting my servo

"I'm sure Bumblebee is fine, he tends to go out when he needs time to drink- rink- Think." he blurted out with a small sigh.

"Yeah, you're probably right, I just can't help but worry sometimes Fix-it." I said softly, laying back a little more on the old matresses. The squeaking of the springs could be heard as I laid back in attempts to get more comfortable on the make-shift berth.

Bumblebee's POV

I returned to the scrapyard a few Earth hours after the sun had set and was long gone from the sky. I yawned a little as I walked over to our limited energon supply. It was going to be hard to make this energon last if my mate was expecting twins. It was only another worry that was on my mind. I took a cube and sighed. "I should probably check up on her..." I said softly to myself, starting over to where I had last left Fangs. Out by the tv set that Denny and Russell had been kind enough to set up for us so the others could have a taste of Human entertainment. The tv was still on, but Fangs wasn't glued to it any longer. I looked around with a bit of worry.

"Maybe she's recharging..." I mumbled as I started to walk around the scrapyard rather quickly in search of my mate. I needed to make sure she was alright before I got some rest myself. That's all I could think about ever since it came to my attention that she had followed me through that spacebridge. I had to ensure she was safe and out of any harm's way. That was my number one priority. Even though she still thinks I care more about the mission that Optimus had given me.

It was true yes, I feel like I do owe this to Optimus to carry this out for him and ensure the safety of Earth and its inhabitants...But I think Fangs would always will be my number one priority in my life. She's always been one of the most important  bots in my life. I paused when I heard something stirr in a darkly lit corner of the scrapyard. I slowly walked towards it, a hand on my blaster just incase is wasn't a friendly bot. Slowly I peeked around the corner of an isle to see it was Fangs. She was snuggled up on a pile of matresses under a make-shift blanket made out of old tarps. In the faint light from the moon overhead I could see the light outline of her distended mid-section under the tarp. It only made me smile more

Once I had relaxed I made my way over to her, gently setting my energon beside the make-shift bed and crawling in beside her. Primus...She was so beautiful even when she was recharging. She just seemed so much more at peace while she recharged. I suppose everybot did, recharge was an escape from the real world afterall. I reached up slowly, letting my finger slowly brush against her cheek. I was being so careful, almost like I thought she was made of glass.

Shadowfangs' POV

My optics onlined slowly when I had sensed the familiar warm feeling of a certain bot's arms around me. I shifted carefuly and turned to see a pair of blue optics staring into mine. "I was worried about you..." I mumbled tiredly, resting a servo over both of his as they held my mid-section protectively. "What's been eating at you so much that you've been going away for so long?"

Bee had seemed to flinch when I had asked that, I knew right away he wasn't going to talke about it. It had to be something big if it had him this stressed out. I just figured it was the stress of trying to get the team to work together smoothly. It seemed like that was really proving to be a big challenge for him. "Bee talk to me..." I said softly.

"Fangs...don't, you need your rest. "He said softly, avoiding the subject once again. I let out a small sigh and snuggled into him. I wanted to help him feel more at ease in his new role as being the leader of our rag-tag team. But, it was hard to help a bot that wouldn't tell you what was wrong. Maybe it was just one of those things that I couldn't help Bee with. 

Though, I knew one thing. That I wouldn't rest until I figured out a way to help Bee feel more at ease with himself. If he wasn't going to tell what was eating away at him, then I was going to find out for myself. One way or another, I was going to do whatever it took to help him.