TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

TRAGIC CONSUQUENCES

A/N: Be warned guys, this chapter will get a little gory.

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CHAPTER 4

Tragic Consuquences

Bumblebee had never felt so conflicted in his life. On one hand, he still had a mission to do while he was here. And yet, on the other, he like Trevor, he really liked Trevor. It had only been a day, and yet, the kid seemed to already be worming his way into his spark. Between his tough nature, and his soft heart, it wasn't hard to see why. But at the same time, it was hard to feel like it was a friendship that would last, given he still had to find Sam Witwicky again, and restore his home planet. And yet, how could he not get attached to the boy? How could he look the other way and just see him as someone who was helping him hide out? The simple answer was: he couldn't.

And so he didn't take the two hours to leave, instead, he turned around and drove back to the garage. (With time to spare) With the only thing he didn't like so far being the fact that he had to continue to play the part of a car around Joseph. "You know, maybe we could make something out of it," When Joseph spoke, it took Bumblebee a moment to realize he meant him. "You say it's in pretty good condition right? I mean it'll still be old, but I could clean it up, and replace what I can. Definitely a touch up on the paint job too."

Trevor looked at his father in surprise. Where had the sudden change of heart come from? He frowned, and stood up, approaching the man as he stood in front of Bumblebee. "You really think so, dad?" Trevor asked, looking over Bumblebee. "I mean, I get how tight money is, I don't want to make you go bankrupt." He then motioned over at the car. "I can drive it as-is if that's any easier?"

Joseph looked at him with a look of utter surprise. "As-is? Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes locking with Trevor's. "I can't give you what the other kids out there have. Top-of-the-line cars, special perks, anything like that. But I can still help you fix it up. I can help you make it cool, because I mean come on, old sports cars are cooler fixed up."

Bumblebee was drawn from the conversation at the sound of police sirens. For a moment, he thought nothing of it, simply watching through his taillights. But after several moments, he noticed that something was off about this car. That the car was not human made, and nor was the driver a human. "Dad, I don't... I don't need the luxuries like that," Trevor told him. "I never had, I was acting spoiled yesterday, and I'm sorry." He began. "But-."

"Trevor, Trevor's sire, get down!"

Trevor had no time to ask what it meant before Bumblebee was tearing through the open garage doors. As he transformed up, Trevor saw what he meant almost at once, noticing the police cruiser. "Bee, what do you mean get down? It's just the cops, dad called them about Trent," Trevor called out, not waiting for the stunned reaction of his father. "What're you doing?"

"Your car just turned into a giant robot," Joseph muttered, looking towards Trevor. "And you're calling it by name? Trevor, what the hell is going on?" Trevor turned to look at him quietly, shaking his head. "Oh my god, there's TWO of them?"

Trevor turned his head at his dad's words, his eyes lifting up. The police cruiser was quickly shifting, its parts moving and shifting until another Cybertronian, only moderately taller than Bumblebee stood. "Bumblebee, please tell me that's one of your friends," Trevor breathed out, taking in the multiple red optics of the mech, as well as the overall threatening sight of him. "Please tell me it's friendly."

"Get your sire and yourself out of here," Bumblebee replied. "NOW!"

But Trevor had only just started to run towards his father when Barricade rushed forward, and blindsided Bumblebee. Trevor watched in horror as the Decepticon quickly grabbed the scout's shoulders, and slamming him against the ground. "Dad, dad! Calm down!" Trevor shouted as the man seemed to back up in utter horror. "We need to go, we need to run!"