Optimus watched as his youngest team mate ran around the front room, a banner dragging on the ground from his arms.
“The kid still decorating?” Ratchet calls out.
Turning, he smiles at his bond mate who had just walked out the kitchen with two fresh mugs of hot oil. Taking one gratefully he nods with a smile.
“Yep. He's been at it for hours now. Still won't tell me why he's doing it.” Optimus chuckles before sharing a kiss with the older mech.
“Huh.” The medic grumbles as he takes a sip of his oil. Lowering his mug he steps forward. “Kid! What are you doing?”
Bumblebee turns from grabbing the step ladder and smiles brightly. “Getting ready!” He calls back.
“For what?”
Ratchet and Optimus jump at the sudden appearance of Prowl but calm down almost immediately.
“A special visit! She said if she can stand it here with all the humans then she'll stay!” The mini bot grins.
“Who's coming to visit little buddy?” Bulkhead asks as he walks out the kitchen with a mug of hot sweet energon.
Setting down his decorations, Bumblebee quickly walks over to Bulkhead and reaches up for the mug.
The wrecker laughs and hands the mug to the smaller Autobot. “Drink it slow this time little buddy.” He warns…only to be ignored since as soon as Bumblebee had the mug he quickly started to down the contents. “Or not.”
“Ugh! My throat…” Bumblebee moans in slight pain, holding the half empty mug out to Bulkhead. “But it was worth it.”
Bulkhead chucked at his mates' antics.
The little team of rag tag bots watch as Bumblebee goes back to decorating, completely ignoring the big green bots question. They share a look before Ratchet walks over to the small mech. Placing his mug down he picks the mini up by the waist and holds him to his chassis.
“Wait, no! I gotta finish! She's coming tonight! I still gotta make the oil cake and-” Before Bumblebee could finish what he was saying he suddenly had an energon goodie stuffed into his mouth.
Chewing on the gooey goodness he couldn't help the purr of his engine as he relaxed against his adoptive sire.
A moment later he was placed on his pedes in front of Optimus and Ratchet stepped back with his servos on his hips.
“Alright kid, spill. Who's coming?” The old mech questions as Bumblebee swallows his treat.
“Remember what I told you guys back when we first came back online from stasis, after we settled in?” He asks as he wipes his mouth.
The group shared a look before it seemed to click. “Y-You mean…?” Prowl whispered in shock.
Smiling widely, Bumblebee nods.
In less than a second everyone was moving, Ratchet and Optimus ran into each other but quickly separated to rush to different corners of the room.
Bulkhead quickly ran to the hanging banner and attempted to put it up on the nail from last Christmas.
Prowl stumbled but quickly ran to the kitchen, to do what? Bumblebee had no clue.
Looking around, Bumblebee huffed. “Guys! She's not coming for a few hours!” He calls out.
“This place is huge! We needa clean everything!” Ratchet shouted as he tried to reach a cobweb with a broom.
“We don't have any eggs!” Prowl calls out.
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Coming Home
FanfictionA year. That's how long it took for Razorwing, the sparkling to five bots, to ask to return home. She wanted to meet her family, to finally be like the ones she's seen in movies and TV shows that her carrier brings for her to watch. She hopes and pr...
