TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

CAPTURED

CHAPTER 7
Captured

When Trevor got out, he almost jumped back at the sight of one of the black vehicles dropping to the ground. Without a doubt, this was his first lesson to be learned about Optimus: do not make him angry. Made obvious by the fact that he held the roof of the vehicle for a moment before tossing it aside. Trevor turned his head to Bumblebee and grinned. "Seriously, you have a BADASS for a dad," Trevor replied. "Did you see that?"

Bumblebee chuckled, only vaguely paying attention as his adoptive sire ordered the men out of the car. With a shrug, he waved the boy off, being more than used to this. After all, if you grew up in Optimus's care, you knew well enough how much aft he could kick. "You kinda get used to it after a while," Bumblebee replied as he rapidly approached the scene, watching as Trevor made his way towards Sam. "Oh man, they don't look too happy."

But Trevor didn't notice that at first, not at all. The thing he noticed was that in the group of men, all with their hands up and surrounded, one had his eyes on him. Trevor tensed a little, shooting a glare his way in an attempt to get him to back off. But Simmons didn't waver, he only nudged Prior in the side and pointed the boy out. "Looks like the runaway really did go with 'em," That got Trevor's attention, as he stared back over at the man. "Fleeing the scene of the murder? Helping hold up government agents? Kid, you are in so much trouble."

Bumblebee shot the man a glare of his own, as if giving him the obvious sign to back-off. "Sure, you're the one surrounded by giant robots. But he's the one in trouble." The scout mocked, crossing his arms. "I hope the good people of the human government would have more sense than that." He then added. "I'd think twice before I threatened him again."

Bumblebee only huffed as Optimus reminded him over their bond that they were not to harm humans. Watching as Trevor picked the lock on Sam's handcuffs with some difficulty. "Sorry about this, the suits weren't exactly part of the plan." Trevor muttered quietly as Sam rubbed his wrists. "You okay, man?"

Sam nodded a little, eyeing the agents carefully. "Yeah, mostly, but these guys really have it out for them," Sam nodded towards the men, and more specifically, Simmons. "That guy's been asking me about you and them the entire way."

Trevor shook his head, watching as Optimus continued to grill the men. It was clear that it must have been the same group Bumblebee had spoken about. Because they didn't seem at all surprised by their appearance, nor did they act particularly scared. "Look, I cannot be more clear about this," Simmons spoke up. "There are S7 protocols that must be followed. I cannot talk to you except to say-."

"Alright, you can't talk to them?" Trevor stepped forward. "Then talk to me, who are you people?"

Simmons gave him a glare, as if a "never gonna happen". Though going off the look on Bumblebee and Optimus's faces, clearly got the feeling he should watch how he talked to the boy. If anything was clear, it was that at the very least the scout and him had formed some sort of bond. "Sector 7," Simmons replied rather flatly. "You've never heard of it, couldn't have. And quite frankly, you never will."

"That's specific," Trevor rolled his eyes.

"I don't make it a point to give my speil to fugitives."

"A better question," Prior piped up as Trevor shot him a glance. "Would probably be what you're doing with them. You're totally uninvolved in all of this." Trevor frowned, wondering how they even knew that he had no connections to the Autobots. "Witwicky's got his great-grandpa, what about you? Where do you fit into this whole operation?"

Trevor shrugged his shoulders, then pointed over at Bumblebee. "I'm just the one who bought the alien car," Trevor replied, rather flatly. "And F.Y.I, I'm no fugitive. My dad died protecting me, so don't start pointing fingers like that." Even he was surprised by the edge he heard in his own voice. "If you want to blame someone, blame the Decepticons-."