Bumblebee x (Female) reader Dark Of The Moon

Not just a messenger

There was no time for a calm morning the next day. Sam had basically rushed me out of bed (or Bee's lap) to get ready for the day. I was a bit grumpy after the rude awakening from him, but went to the bathroom anyway and got ready.

When I got out, Sam had made me breakfast and gave it to me as we sat down to watch "him" on the television. "So, what did I miss?" I asked, mouth full of food. "Just him getting annoyed by an employee, but nothing more." Sam informed. Just then the guy started to yell at the interviewer. "You want to get naked? I'm ready!" Raising brow, I looked at Sam and swallowed my food. "Wow." Sam said, getting up to turn off the television. "I see Simmons still has his temper." I sighed, finishing my breakfast. "Yeah, you got that right." Sam muttered as he got his phone out and started to dial a number. "Who're you calling?" I asked as I went to wash my plate. "Simmons of course." Sam answered, making me groan. "You knew I was going to call him!" Sam gave me an annoyed glare. "Yeah, I know... but I was hoping you were calling someone else." I mumbled.

"I called you because the Decepticons are back. We want to know why and we need your help." Sam explained through the phone. It got quiet for a little while before Sam spoke up again. "What if I told you I know a 50-year-old alien secret that nobody ever told you?" I walked over to him with a smirk. "Teasing his addiction, are we?" I whispered, making him smirk a bit. "Apollo. Moon. Aliens. Cover-up. Future tech. Assassinations. That kind of stuff." Sam listened casually, like he was talking to his friend about drama. Sam pulled away his phone to see that the call had been hung up. "I guess we're expecting a guest?" I snickered.

A few hours later, Simmons and his assistant were standing in the elevator with Bee behind them, with a leather jacket and sunglasses, while his assistant was wearing a suit. "Tell Megatron, "let's tango."." As they walked in, Bee turned on his lights giving them a dramatic, badass effect. "What is this? A movie scene?" I asked, shaking my head.

Simmons had put up a lot of equipment and Brains and Wheelie were trying their best to help as well. Bumblebee was crouching down to fit in the room, while me and Sam were explaining what we knew so far. "You've got to break this case down." Simmons said, trying to make sense of it all. "What we have here is an astronaut epidemic. MIA. Dead. Died in a car accident. Killed. DOA. Car death. It's like these guys can't drive. They can fly into outer space, but they can't drive a car." Simmons informed, showing all the factors. "It's too specific to be random deaths. It's almost weird that no one has noticed this." I muttered, just as it knocked on the door. Sam walked over and opened the door. It swung open, before the chain stopped it from going further. "Procured your information, Witwicky." I recognised the voice as Sam's boss. "Thank you, Bruce." He said and began closing the door. I couldn't see what was happening, but the door didn't close. It was quiet for a bit before the door closed and Sam let his boss in. Bruce's eyes landed straight on Bumblebee. "Sam!" I hissed. Walking over to him. "You can't just let everyone see Bumblebee!" Sam just brushed me off and started looking through the files Bruce had given him. "Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter." Sam said, walking past me. I followed him, keeping an eye on Bruce and Bumblebee. "It says NASA launched it in 2009." I kept glaring at Bruce as he kept circling around Bee. "See, forensics show Wang may have messed with the code, preventing it from mapping the far side of the moon, which is also the dark side."

"Fucking awesome." Bruce spoke up, starting to mess with Bee. Sam and Simmons ignored him, and I tried to do the same. I was hoping Bumblebee was mature enough to not play along with this crazy guy. "They infiltrate us, intimidate us, coerce us to do their dirty work. And once they're done... doush... a double-tap to the cerebellum." Simmons said, imitating a gunshot. "So humans are working for Decepticons." I commented. "I don't think this is about the Decepticons looking for something on the moon." Simmons muttered, making a chill go down my spine. "I think it's about something they wanted to hide."