TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

THE BIG DAY ARRIVES

CHAPTER 15

The Big Day Arrives

"Bumblebee, we have called you here today because we have decided Trevor's fate."

Bumblebee looked at Rhodes nervously, tapping his fingers together nervously. This was the moment of truth, sitting there in the government issued base and waiting for an answer. It was two weeks before he, Lennox, and Ironhide were scheduled to leave for NEST. And to say the least, he was a nervous wreck regarding whether or not Trevor would be joining them. What would happen if he didn't? Would the Lennox's keep him? The thought made him feel slightly better, but not by much. These thoughts made him miss what Rhodes said, and thus he had to look down again. "I'm sorry," Bumblebee replied. "Can you repeat that?"

"Despite minor opposition," Rhodes began, clasping his hands together. "We are allowing you to adopt the boy, Trevor Ridley," Bumblebee's spark nearly skipped a beat. "This is a very odd situation, I can't lie about that. But Lennox, Ironhide, and I all agree you have done all we asked." The mech basically bounced up and down on his feet slightly. "You've proven yourself a loving, although somewhat immature father. And though we will be watching closely, we think you have earned the right to call him your son."

Bumblebee finally smiled and felt his doorwings perk up in delight. "Thank you so much, Mr. Rhodes," He finally managed. "I swear to you, you are putting your trust in the right person," He explained. "Oh Primus, I have to go tell Trevor, he's going to be so happy. He's hardly been able to sleep the last few nights," He explained.

Rhodes nodded, actually managing to smile at the mech's excitement himself. "Before you leave, we have some things to go over," Rhodes explained. "You'll be expected in court next Thursday at four o'clock," Bumblebee nodded vigorously. "Lennox knows which one, so he'll lead you both there. They'll ask Trevor a few questions, and you as well. But once you sign those papers, he's yours and you're free to take him to Diego Garcia. Where, as I said, we WILL be watching." He then added. "My congratulations in advance to you and Trevor."

"Thank you, sir," Bumblebee immediately began to walk towards where Trevor was waiting, switching on his com. :Congrats Prime, you're going to be a grandsire.: He shot Optimus the message rather quickly. :Next Thursday, Trevor will officially be my son.;

It took a few moments, but Optimus's reply came soon, and was vibrant. :I will begin plans immediately to clear my schedule for that day.:

:Prime, you don't-.:

:Nonsense, Bumblebee.: Optimus interrupted, reading his adopted creation's thoughts. :I would not miss the adoption of my first grandcreation for anything in this world.: Then, with a gentle, loving voice he spoke. :Congratulations, young one. You will make a wonderful sire.: He then added. :And please pass my congratulations onto my "grandson" as well.:

:Thank you, sir.: Bumblebee revved his engines. :And I will.:

Bumblebee found Trevor waiting just outside of the meeting room. The boy was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and his body somewhat hunched over. It was a tell-tale sign that he was, quite obviously he might add, nervous about the whole thing. Trevor glanced up finally as he heard Bumblebee approach him. "So," Trevor muttered. "How did it go?"

"Well, I hope you actually enjoyed living with me," Bumblebee replied, a grin on his face. "Because, you my young friend are a week away from being Trevor Nathaniel Prime," For a moment, the way his eyes bulged, the mech thought they might come out of their sockets. "Oh ye of little faith, you look more shocked than I expected."

Trevor just blinked, unsure of how to respond. Though he wanted to jump up and down in excitement, he also wanted to break down crying in happiness, and multiple other responses. This was over: the waiting, the worrying, and everything in-between. He would soon have a legal family again, the one he wanted more than anything by now. "I can't believe it," Trevor finally breathed out. "You're serious, right? I'm going to Diego Garcia with you guys and everything?" He asked, sucking in a breath. "No foster homes?" He asked.