- Can't believe what? the mech behind the table asked. He sat back up from retrieving his fallen pen and returned to writing on his data pads sprawled out on the silver table.
- He's trying to get a hold of me again! the navy blue plated femme said throwing her hand held communicator on the table.
- Really now? That's interesting, the sunny colored mech replied dryly, still writing on the shining screen.
- Don't you even care?
"Well, the routine happens nearly every day. I'm a little surprised he hadn't called sooner, he said with a brief cocky grin.
- Ha, ha, you're hilarious Bumblebee, Arcee said. It's just you'd think he's given up by now!
- Hotrod isn't the type to do that. His name is famous for a reason you know; Hot rod, hot shot, hot blooded, "hot stuff", hot head. The list goes on, Bumblebee said waving his hand to emphasize his point.
Arcee laughed and rubbed her head;
- Yeah, don't I know it, she sighed.
Around the two bots, Autobot soldirs walked about in their own world of conversation that muddled together into one large, loud, mass of gabber. The mess hall lobby was full of mechs off duty, all either drowning themselves in energon or simply taking a nice quiet afternoon off with comrades. Either way it served a nice break room for anyone wishing for it.
Arcee glanced at the sheets Bumblebee shuffled through. Not to her surprise she saw that they were documents from the last Decepticon attack.
- You know, you got a day off for a reason Bee, Arcee piped up.
- Hmm..., the yellow plated mech hummed.
- To take it easy...to rest your circuits...to get AWAY from those nasty datapads?!
- Yeah, uh huh. Sure, Bumblebee said not even moving his bright blue optics from the shining papers. Arcee groaned and smacked her thin hand over the sheets. The young mech blinked and glanced up to her questionably.
- A day you promised to spend with me? Your best friend? she said pointedly.
The scout breathed in a sigh through his vents and raised his hands in defeat;
- Aright, I get it. No more nasty papers.
- Don't get me wrong Bee. I'm proud of you and everything.
- Really proud? Bumblebee pressed teasingly.
- Yes, so much, not even Perceptor could comprehend.
- Wow, that's a lot. I'm touched, Bumblebee said dramatically, pressing a hand over his spark.
- And I'm happy for your new position, Arcee continued, optics narrowing, But you can't work yourself into the pits like this!
Bumblebee rolled his optics.
- I'm serious Bee! We have people like Jazz and Prowl for this kind of stuff! You don't need to throw in your extra energy boost to help! You're doing the best you could as it is!
- Am I?" Bumblebee asked.
For a minute Arcee thought he was joking but found that he wasn't.
- I remember being a pain in the aft for these mech's Cee! I had to be rescued and had to be protected and I hardly did any good to make it up!
"Is this about what happened on the day you failed your test? Then you should quit your blubbering right now before I'm gonna-
- It's not even that Cee! Bumblebee interrupted frustrated. Look, all I want to do is to do my job and do it right!
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War Bonds (ON HIATUS)
FanfictionHe lost it all, his family, his home, his friends. Was there any hope left for him? Was there anything for him to live for? That was what he thought, his life was going to end there. But he was miraculously found by the Autobots and brought to thei...
