CHAPTER 14
Important Talks and Hidden Blessings
Three months passed since the day of the Ridley's funeral, and things had gone well for the most part. Trevor sighed as he leaned against the crook of Bumblebee's arm. He now had (less) than three months before this supposed adoption was supposed to take place. And as a result, it had become much more of a topic of conversation around him and Bumblebee. Trevor was cautiously growing more excited about getting adopted by Bumblebee, though he hadn't been getting his hopes up too hard. Bumblebee still had a lot to learn in the time before the six months was over, and something could still go wrong.
And yet, on days like this, when they spent alone time together, he would bring it up. "Bee, are we changing my name when I'm adopted?" Trevor asked, causing the mech to avert his gaze from the sunset they watched from the porch of the Lennox home. "I mean, I don't know if you guys do that. But here, usually the adoptee kinda changes their last name."
"Oh yeah," Bumblebee nodded. "I read about that, talked to Prime about it too." He explained, looking out to the sky, and then down at Trevor again. "He thinks you should take his last name if you want to. Seeing as you're in our family." He then added. "It's customary in human culture to do that anyway, right?"
Trevor was silent a moment, and then arched his eyebrows. Prime? Optimus wanted him to go by the name Trevor Nathaniel Prime? Trevor knew that it was a name as well as it was a rank to Optimus. But he still felt nervous at the prospect, thinking of what that meant. He knew he wouldn't be the first person in the world with that last name. But he would be the first human in the world to carry that name and have it have such great meaning. Even if it only was a meaning only present in an alien culture, it still had meaning all the same.
"Me, a Prime?" Trevor managed to get out. "But Bee, that's like, you have to earn that don't you?"
Bumblebee nodded, and then looked at him. "Yeah, if you're talking about the actual title. But it would just be a name, Trev," Trevor took a deep breath. "I mean, yeah, the name carries a lot of weight. But regardless of your name, you're going to be," He paused a moment.
"It's okay, I've never really had grandparents, so yeah."
Bumblebee nodded, and leaned back, drooping his doorwings slightly. "Well then, like I was saying. You're going to be the grandcreation of the acting Prime regardless," He explained, looking down upon him with soft optics. "You're going to have to kinda prepare for what that means. A lot of Autobots are going to look at you as an example of how the human race should act as a result." He then added. "And by contrast, you're probably going to be who most humans go to about us. Since you've formed a bond so close to us."
"Why would they do that?" Trevor asked.
"Because you're the first sentient being of another species to be," Bumblebee rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you're going to be the first sentient being of another species to be accepted into the family of a Prime. It's a big deal, Trevor," He explained. "Back on Cybertron, before the war, the caste system, and the Senate would probably not even allow it. It'll be a sign for most that things have changed," He mused.
Trevor wasn't sure whether that was a good, or bad thing. But by the look in Bumblebee's opitcs, he had a strong feeling that it was the former. He sighed a bit, resting his arms on his knees slightly. "Alright, I guess Trevor Prime does have a nice ring to it," Bumblebee smiled a little at Trevor's eventual reply. "So do you really think that this adoption will go through?"
"I've been learning. I even completed the parenting classes!" Bumblebee huffed, his optics rolling. "If they think that I'm not able to take care of you, well... Don't repeat this, but if they think that way then they're idiots," Trevor chuckled a little, but nodded in response. "Come this time in August, you and I will be kicking it at Diego Garcia," He added with a grin.
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TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy
FanfictionAU. Bobby Bolivia never gave in to Ron Witwicky's budget. Instead, Bumblebee finds himself barely saved from surely becoming scrap metal when Sam's childhood friend, Trevor Ridley buys him from a scrapyard. What begins as an unusual friendship soon...
