TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

THE SECRET'S OUT

A/N: Okay, so slight change of plans. It won't be tragedy that reveals Bumblebee. (But trust me, tragedy is indeed coming) Instead, he will get introduced properly to Trevor a little early.

So, just a heads up. Bumblebee can talk in his fic. Though he will still use the radio and sound clips to talk at different times.

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CHAPTER 2

The Secret's Out

Bumblebee was deep in recharge when the door to the car garage opened late that night. He was surprised as the clearly tired form of Trevor entered it, his eyes focused upon him. What was he doing up so late? He had left long ago with his father, who was nowhere in sight. He carefully approached Bumblebee, brushing some of the dust, wear and tear off of him. "Alright, now that dad isn't around," Trevor muttered under his breath. "Let's see what we're working with here."

Bumblebee quickly became aware that Trevor was getting into his driver's seat. Oh no, Bumblebee realized, this boy was about to do something stupid. Something that could easily get both of them in trouble, or rather, him arrested, and him back in the scrapyard. Yet Trevor took his key, and turned it, with Bumblebee quickly taking the chance to play the soft hymm of "Stop In The Name Of Love". Trevor rolled his eyes a bit, slowly starting to press on the gas. This time, Bumblebee definitely stalled, not allowing the young man to move it at all.

"Oh come on, you have a working engine," Trevor looked at the gage. "And full fuel! Seriously, what am I doing wrong?"

There was a silence, though as Trevor got out, he yet again, subtly searched the radio again. Finding a radio show, this time, Trevor noticed it was now a radio show. "Don't you know what you're doing is illegal? They'll throw you in the slammer!" A man lectured as Trevor raised an eyebrow, was his car lecturing him? "You wouldn't last two days in the slammer, Ricky!"

Trevor took a few steps forward, his eyes scanning the vehicle over. He was going crazy, he just knew it. This car couldn't lecture him. No car could lecture a living, breathing human being. He almost laughed his thoughts away, but they only lasted a second. "Awfully late to be out at night, Ridley," Trevor spun around, finding Trent at the doorway, surprise in his eyes. "The boys and I were just out for a little spin. Thought we might find some crap to smash up, guess we got better, eh boys?"

Bumblebee watched the new teenager carefully, tension rising in him. Who was this boy? Why did Trevor look as terrified as he did? "Trent, get lost," Trevor replied. "If you break anything in here, I'll report you to-." And that's when the first punch sent Trevor to the ground. "What the hell? What do you think you're do-."

Trent however, wasn't paying attention now. Not as he watched two other boys enter, knocking over a few tools and other objects to the ground. Trevor was at his feet within seconds, but before he had done much, a punch landed against his stomach. "You'll do nothing, loser. Because this is just business," Trent shook his head. "My dad told yours to close up shop, but no. You're not exactly getting the point. These are potential customers you're stealing from us, and it's about time we sent your dad a message to back off."

Bumblebee held himself back carefully, debating on what to do. Did he simply let these boys storm in and attack the boy? He didn't know, he wasn't supposed to interact with the humans, not outside of the Witwicky boy. Yet he watched, in surprise, as the lead boy kicked him yet again, hard in the jawline. He watched them trash some more things, and he watched as the other boy, Trent, stared toward him. "Well isn't this cute," Trent laughed a little, shaking his head. "Where'd you get this hunk of crap?" Okay, that one made Bumblebee bristle. "I mean it has to be yours, right? Considering only you would post this piece of junk."