Generation Regenerate

The Blush

After getting a rough scolding, a mental health check up, and re-installment of my weapon's system, Ratchet had deemed me safe, but I had assigned BumbleBee to be my 'chaperone' so-to-speak. Not that I didn't mind his company – I actually enjoyed it – but I felt bad that I was keeping him from both his missions and his human charge.

It had been almost two days, since I had been deemed safe, before I mentioned BumbleBee's human to him. "So, Bee," I said, "what's its like having a human? They seem so interesting and amusing." Bee let out a small chuckle before venting. "They are very interesting creatures," he said as we took a seat underneath the shade of a tree along the perimeter of the N.E.S.T. base. "You miss you're human, don't you, Bee?" He nodded his head. "I'm sorry, Bee, it's my fault that you're not with him right now."

Bumblebee put a hand on my shoulder and I tried my best not to shudder under his touch. "its fine," he said as he turned my face towards him with his other hand, "and besides, Sam's probably enjoying his time with Carly, his human mate." My optic widened a bit at the mentioning of his charge's mate. "Does she have a guardian?" BumbleBee saw right through my seemingly innocent question, however and responded with a hard look; the kind of look a father gives their child when they're doing something they know they're not supposed to do. "Oh no you don't," said Bee, "Reggie, you're still recuperating from your incident," I winced at his word choice. "I don't think its safe for you to take a human charge yet. Maybe in another week or two, but not today." I forced my head away from his grasp and vented. "Fine," I looked at him, "them you have to help me get better." "Challenge accepted," his agreed, his optics narrowing in mischief.

"Well then," I stood up, "what do I have to do to be a guardian?" "Do exactly as the title states," he said as he stood up in front of me, "you must guard and protect your charge until you are either physically or mentally unable to do so. Which means that you will have to learn how to fight." With out saying another word, BumbleBee lunged at me. I responded by feigning left and dodging right, a move that resulted in BumbleBee being forced into a headlock, which he quickly tapped out of. "Well I guess we can take 'fight-training' off of the list," Bee joked. I laughed along, feeling confident in my takedown.

"What now, coach?" I smirked, my optics twinkling mischievously. "You, young Autobot, need to learn how to associate with humans," he said. "I get to meet humans?" I beamed up at him, "wait, what do you mean 'young Autobot'? Is that a joke about my height? Cause for all you know I could be centuries older than you," I poked his chest-plate in a half-joking-half-serious manner. "Well I am twenty-three Earth years old, and you are..." Bee trailed off allowing me to finish his sentence. "Well I am seven vorn, which would be equivalent to about... twenty-one Earth years," I smiled triumphantly until I realized that Bee was right and he was older than me. Bee simply chuckled at my rapidly changing facial expressions. "Come on, Major Lenox should be at the base by now," he said as he started to walk back towards the base. I rotated my foot pedals into tires and wheeled off after him.

I tried to get ahead of his slow-going pace, but BumbleBee grabbed me by my hip-plates and spun me around so I was pressed firmly against his front. "Oh know you don't," Bee spoke in almost a whisper. I immediately felt my faceplates heat up into – what was known on Earth as – a blush. BumbleBee, after noticing the change in my facial temperature, released his grip and allowed for me to back up a little bit.

After that minor confrontation, I decided that I would be better off just keeping pace with BumbleBee – no matter how slow he decided to walk. My thoughts, however, unlike our pace, were racing. Why did I have such a strange reaction to something as uncomplicated as a bot's hands on my hip-plates? I mean, if it were anyone else, I would have most certainly become either offensive or defensive immediately, wouldn't I? But the most important question that plagued my speeding mind was the only one that I could not answer. Was I falling for this Autobot?