bumblebee's journey (book 1)

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bumblebees pov:

we get back to the base it was still night. the bot took me to ratchets tent. he was definitely going to hear it from me for not telling me about my town. the tent smells musty as always. he sits me on the table and goes to find ratchet. if I hurry and get this rope off I can get out and over the wall before they know what hit them. unfortunately ratchet walks in before I can get the cables untied. I glared at him my mind racing with insults I could spit at him trying to find the perfect one.

"we knew about your town but we didn't tell you bec-" I cut him off in an angry tone.

"because why, tell me ratchet, why did you think it was good you keep this from me"  say pressing hard against the table if I could have stud up without falling over I would have. He looked shocked at my hateful response.

"because I thought it was for your own good" I bit down in my glossa, i want to spit a insults at him, but I keep my intake shut and hold my rage.

Ratchet pov:

I looked him in the optics. They blaze their brilliant blue, the kind I had only seen in him.

"Just because you thought so first you practically hold me prisoner here then you think you have the right to say what I hear and what I don't" he was yelling at this point.

"I'm disgusted that some one who is fighting against someone who is literally called decepticons will also tell you just as many lies" he spay out, suddenly his optics flashed from blue to red rapidly. I gasped internally, this was uncommon for bots dealing with trauma, but that was from blue to orange. no no, this was blue to red it meant so much more. I feared what might happen if it continues on like this.

"B-127 I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I wanted to tell you but" I tried to apologize but he cut me off again.

"you wanted to tell me so why didn't you tell me why didn't you" His optics were now fully red with only small quick blue flashes. I discretely pressed a button on one of the remotes that would connect a guard if you had any trouble, this was definitely trouble. He continued to yell at me and ask why until I couldn't take it any longer.

"Because optimus prime told me not to" I blurted out. The young bot was surprised his optics for a moment turned blue then quickly back to red as his anger built again.

"now that frager is in on it, what else are you keeping from me" he was beyond angry now. He activated his blade and sliced though the cables and got up.

"I'm leaving" he said and slowly started walking to the door. He was clutching his side I knew he was in pain.

"B-127 stay here I don't want to have to do this" I urged as he kept walking.

"do what ratchet" he threw it over his shoulder. I heard some chatter by the sleeping hall we must have woken the others. He continued walking out and I followed, where was this guard. I noticed that he had activated his gun and mask hopefully just for intimidation. Highfire walks in through the gait. Yes maybe he could talk some sense into B-127.

"you called me ratchet" he must not have seen B-127 yet I nodded my helm in his direction. His optics widened in surprise

"B-127 stand down its me highfire" he turned around wildly, His red optics blazing.

"You called the guards on me you frager" he hissed at me.

"you were in on it too, you knew" he said pointing his canon at highfire. Highfire instantly raised his servos, showing he was no threat.

"B-127 i-i yes I did" he said looking at the ground. His wings dropping as his own guilt sunk in.

"you snitched, you told them I was leaving,  then you don't tell me about my town" highfire's face dropped lower with guilt. Then a shot rang out, clear as day. The shot missed highfires helm by inches and hit the wall behind him as instead.

"gah . . . B-127 stand down I don't want to have to fight" I hear the chatter of some of the bots exiting the sleeping hall. No it wasn't the time for this. B-127 was too focussed on highfire to notice. He had his back to them and his body concealed his gun from them.

"Haha what's wrong B-127 get caught again" they mocked him. Even worse, bots who he already doesn't like are now mocking him. I could see the look of their optics, they find someones weakness and they exploit it. He wiped wildly around to face the four bots. This time he aimed just above their helm. Three shots none of which hit.

"Shut up" He yelled at them before they activated their canons and pointed them at him unsure of whether or not to shoot.

"Don't shoot" I yell. B-127 turned back to me.

"And why shouldn't i" he Hissed. The red glow of his optics shown through his mask. Giving it a lifeless look. The hatred in his optics was the only thing that told me there was still a bot behind the lifeless mask of hurt.

"Please don't do this" I beg him I can sense my fear growing bubbling inside me. Suddenly a new voice rang out, the one we needed the most.

"Stand down solder"