TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

LEARNING

CHAPTER 12

Learning

The next three weeks went by with relative ease on the Lennox farm. Bumblebee had stated his learning with the help of Lennox, and his wife, Sarah. While Trevor had settled into life in a different town and state. Lennox enrolled him in a high school a town away, and much to Bumblebee's disappointment drove him to and from school. But Bumblebee understood why, they had to keep up the ruse that they were his foster parents, and they couldn't do that if he didn't drive a Camaro. And all things considered, given where Diego Garcia was, Trevor probably wouldn't be going to school at the end of six months. Rather, they were discussing options when it came to possible private tutors for him. A fact which Bumblebee could relate to, as he went through the same thing in Optimus, and his mate, Elita's care.

Learning to care for a human was not difficult in some ways, and very much so in others. On one hand, Trevor was not unlike a youngling. But when they got to the grand scheme of things, between his dietary needs and other small factors it was harder. On the flip side, the fact that they were quite a ways out of the actual town the Lennox's called "home" helped him to spend more time with Trevor. He was easily able to transform unnoticed to come out after Trevor got home from school, and inquire about his day, just the way Lennox had showed him. As most teenage humans had twice the angst their kind had, they often needed to talk something out. As a point, Lennox had proceeded to then teach him how to properly zone out when it got annoying.

The worst part, however, was the homework. If Bumblebee was going to be perfectly honest, he'd been the complete opposite of a model student. His tutors had often caught him dozing off during their lectures, and he often crammed for tests and homework. Trevor, by contrast, took school very seriously, and while extremely bright, struggled in some of his subjects. As Bumblebee learned, Trevor suffered from non-verbal learning disorder, a disability that, among other things, made it very hard to do math. And as a result, he quickly learned that math was a struggle. (As well as body language, something that the disability made extremely hard to read as well)

To say the least, it was a lot of information to process, and by now, had gone on an internal list.

But there were bright sides to being a father too. At night, before Trevor would climb into bed for the evening, Bumblebee would take him out for an evening drive. They always ended up in the same place: a large hill overlooking the scenery and the farmlands. It was a beautiful sight which Bumblebee came to love in their nightly drives. And there, he would tell Trevor about Cybertron, everything from things about his sparklinghood, to stories of his conquests in battle. Trevor relished in the stories, and Bumblebee enjoyed finally having a "creation" of his own to pass them onto.

"Wait so he ripped your voice box out?" Trevor asked, and Bumblebee nodded down at the boy. "How the heck can you still talk then? Isn't that the same as ripping someone's vocal chords out?"

Bumblebee chuckled, resting his arms on his knees. Trevor was definitely a curious one when it came to their anatomy. And though at one time, his time without a voice would be hard to speak about. But now, he'd grown past it, and learned to let the past be the past. "I couldn't talk again until just before I came to Earth," Bumblebee explained. "One of our friends was gravely injured, he knew he wouldn't make it. So he asked Ratchet to perform a surgery to give me his functioning voice box."

"So you have his voice?" Trevor asked.

"No, just the box, my voice is mine," Bumblebee replied with a smirk. "Cliffjumper was a good friend, though. We'd been close since, well, we were around the equivalence of your age." He looked over at Trevor, who nodded his head slowly. "Died the way he lived, though. Kicking Decepticon aft." Bumblebee threw punches at the air. "So, erm, math. Uh, how is that going for you?"