Generation Regenerate

Snapped

When I onlined my systems, I found myself restrained on a medical berth. Immediately, I began to struggle. "Easy, Reggie," a yellow medical bot said, as he stepped into the medical bay, "Optimus thought it would be best to restrain you so that you don't take off again." I turned my head away from him, "remove my restraints." My voice came off more demanding then I had meant to sound, but for some reason, I didn't regret it. "Now, Regenerate," the mech said, as he tried to push me back down onto the berth, "you have to calm down!"

A sniper cannon protruded from my shoulder and I shot at him before shooting my restraints off. When I got up, the bot was back on his feet and an alarm was ringing in the air. My eyes blazed with flecks of acid yellow. "You will regret drawing attention," I hissed as I shot at the large piece of machinery that hung from the ceiling above the mech. I turned around and blasted a hole in the wall, just big enough to make my escape. I didn't turn around to see if the tool had done its intended damage to the bot, or if I was even being followed. I just ran. I ran straight out of the hole that I had blasted in the wall, transformed, and sped off the NEST base.

Hours later, I found myself in an old abandoned parking garage somewhere downtown. I was looking out over the slums when I near silent creak of metal. I whipped my head around, but found nothing. "Show yourself!" I screamed at no one in particular, as an electric current pulsed dangerously through my machinery. A yellow mech stepped out from behind a column, his hands up in a gesture of submission. "What did you do to my processors? Where am I? Who are you?" I demanded; my cannons locked on his chest-plate, just above his spark. "I am BumbleBee," he said, "you donated your vocal processors to me so I could speak." The sincerity that shown through his optic was astounding. "BumbleBee?" I asked, clearly confused. Then, it felt as if I had gotten hit with an asteroid, as all my memories from escaping my cell to running away from the Autobots, came crashing back into my memory database.

I clutched my head in my hands and disarmed my cannons. BumbleBee took this opportunity to lunge and capture me in his arms. I let out a surreal scream of pain, before I overheated and offlined myself in his arms.

* * * * *

When I awoke, it was dark. I was in a dark room, stripped of my weapons system, and restrained by an alloy chain that was attached to the wall behind me. My optics had returned to their normal shade of purple, and my memories of my short time on Earth had returned to me. I sat on my knees, my hands bound with the chain behind me. I don't know how long I had been staring at the ground before the large metal door slid open in front of me; it was BumbleBee.

I wanted to run to him, to be wrapped, safe, in his arms, and tell him how sorry I was for my actions. But I remained kneeling there; optics glued to the floor. "I wish to express my deepest apologies to you and the other Autobots," I said after a few moments more of staring at the ground. Then, with out saying a word, BumbleBee wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "I am so sorry, Bee," I broke down, "I don't know what came over me. I almost hurt you; I almost killed my own father; I don't know if I can live with myself now." The energon tears flowed freely down my face.

BumbleBee pulled back from the hug to look at me and gently tilted my head up to meet his optics. "Listen to me, Reggie," he said, "I—we all care about you. I'm fine, your father's fine. We all understand that your experience on Cybertron was a traumatic one, and we're ready to help you through it. You just have to open up and let us in." I leaned my head down in the crook of his neck, "I'll try my hardest, Bee, for you, I'll try."