TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

RECRUITS AND ALARMS

CHAPTER 17

Recruits and Alarms

Trevor had never had so many people have their eyes on him than he did while he and Bumblebee went to the beach. Then again, who among them would know the overly playful nature of the big, yellow scout. It had started with Trevor swimming in the ocean earlier, but had now worked up to Trevor showing Bumblebee how to build a sand castle. All of which was watched, from a distance, by some of the more bewildered NEST soldiers. "You think we were putting on some sort of show the way they're watching us," Trevor eyed the soldiers slightly. "They should take a picture if they want to gawk this long."

Bumblebee's optics turned up from his side of the castle, staring at the men and women. They'd fought alongside them all in Mission City, he had known that, so why did they still gawk? Who was he kidding, he knew why. He was spending time with his son, a human. And to most, anything remotely outside of the norm of the world was something to gawk in wonderment at. "My fault," Bumblebee muttered. "Sorry, I should have used my holoform."

"Why? You have a right to spend time with me in any form you want," Trevor defended him. "I mean, they do know that you're my dad right?"

Bumblebee's optic ridge furrowed, but he nodded ever so slightly. They did know, or should have, given the briefing they'd all been to. But at the same time, it was still odd to see it. Finally, the mech sighed, and stood to his feet with a groan of annoyance. Trevor was right, he had every right to spend a couple of hours alone with his son. "Hey, don't you guys have somewhere to be?" Bumblebee questioned. "Or you could just join us if you'd like."

Trevor chuckled, almost certain that he could perfectly imagine the looks on the military men and women's faces. He turned just in time to see them taking off, probably convinced that Bumblebee, probably the friendliest of the Autobots was ready to shoot them. "Good job, Bee, I think a few of them crapped their pants," Trevor laughed as he stood to his own feet. "We could have just gone to the side of the beach that's in the back you know. Since you're going to be working with them and all?"

"I made an aft out of myself, didn't I?" Bumblebee muttered.

"Kinda, but it was funny," Trevor chuckled.

Bumblebee let out a chuckle of his own, trying to ease the fact as a result. He guessed it wouldn't be too bad, the people on-base did need to know that he and Trevor deserved to be respected like any other parent/child team. "So," Bumblebee began. "Sun's going down, we should be getting back," Trevor nodded, walking towards Bumblebee. "Oh! I almost forgot! I wanted to talk to you about something," He began.

Trevor raised an eyebrow, wondering how Bumblebee could forget something. After all, they talked nonstop. "Yeah?" He questioned. "What's up Bee? I don't need to be worried, do I?"

"'Course not," Bumblebee shook his head. "I was just remembering what the judge said last week. About how your day of creation was coming up," Trevor raised an eyebrow, confused at what that meant. "I believe you humans call it a birthday?"

Trevor's eyes bulged, he'd nearly forgotten in all the excitement of the last few weeks. He checked his phone's calendar, and sure enough, it was next Thursday. He chewed his lip a bit, and settled his phone back into his pocket. "To tell you the truth, Bee, with all that was going on, I totally forgot," Trevor shook his head slowly. "No biggie though."

"Huge biggie, I need ideas for what to get you," Bumblebee told him with a snort. "Don't give me that look," He added, noticing the way Trevor stared at him. "You're getting something for your birthday, like it or not," He explained, then began to stroke his chin. "It isn't easy on your sixteenth year of birth. Considering you don't exactly need a car."