TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

CHAPTER 23

The Birthday Party

To Trevor's surprise, his sixteenth birthday was celebrated on the actual day as well. He had almost expected the trip would have been it, but then here he was, in the midst of a massive party. The Autobots had put it on with help from the human members of NEST, surprising him as he got up in the morning. Bumblebee, knowingly, simply hoisted his son up onto his shoulder with a wide grin. "Dad," Trevor laughed a little as he looked over the gathered operatives and Autobots in the main hangar. "You promised no more surprises. The trip was enough," Trevor whispered into his audio receptor.

Bumblebee's engines purred, as they often did around Trevor. And unsurprisingly, he noticed the hint of amusement and mischief in them. "You don't turn sixteen every day," Bumblebee said innocently, whistling a little. "Besides, I don't think Lennox or Prime were going to let you get away with that. They want to celebrate your birthday too," He added.

Trevor rolled his eyes, but knew that Bumblebee spoke the truth on all levels. And thus, he didn't argue as Bumblebee stepped in and the party began. It had been mostly decorated to fit a racing theme, with video games set up, food, and punch included. Trevor was surprised to find several presents also waited on one table, from the Autobots, Bumblebee, Optimus, and of course, the Lennox's. He didn't expect, nor would have felt comfortable with anyone else buying any for him, as he hadn't yet come to know most of them.

Eventually, Bumblebee had set him down and allowed him to mingle. Lennox, to his surprise, dropped his resolve at that moment, and pulled him into a hug. Then again, he guessed surprise should not have been his reaction. In the time he had spent with the man, he had practically become family, and a second father figure to him. "Happy birthday, big guy," Lennox told him calmly. "I hope you'll like the gift. Sarah and I Skyped and searched Amazon for something nice," He patted him on the back.

"Thanks, Will," Trevor grinned. "But you didn't have to get me anything."

"Sure," Lennox snorted. "Like I'm gonna let your birthday go by without getting you anything."

Trevor blushed a bit, but nodded his head. He supposed that much was true, and arguing with an army major was not likely to get him anywhere. But Trevor simply looked around as the party got going, music and all. "You know, when Galloway sees this, he's going to a pitch a fit," Trevor muttered. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Who cares?" Ironhide offered to the side. "After what he pulled recently, if he says a slagging thing I'll blast his fragging head off."

Trevor laughed as Ironhide smirked, clearly, very serious about doing so. And at this point, Trevor would not have objected. And yet, of course, Optimus stepped behind Ironhide and put a hand on his shoulder. "That may not be wise at this time, Ironhide," Optimus replied. "We will not talk of violence at the celebration of Trevor's creation," That one made the mech roll his optics in return. "Happy creation day, young one."

"Thanks Optimus," Trevor took a few steps forward and allowed the mech to scoop him up. "Whoa, whoa," Trevor felt the mech pull him to his chest in a gentle hug. "Never gonna be used to that, you're so powerful."

"Am I causing you pain?" Optimus questioned in concern.

"Nah," Trevor shook his head as Optimus released him. "So, how did you guys know how to throw this?" Optimus raised an optic ridge. "Internet?"

Optimus shook his head as he set Trevor upon his shoulder, allowing his grandson to get comfortable. The mechs exchanged looks, and then Optimus looked over at him. "We have creation day celebrations much like your birthdays. Though for us, it is a creation vorn," Trevor made an "O" shape with his mouth. "Once another vorn has passed in the life of a sparkling, we celebrate it with much celebration. Gifts are given, and their lives are celebrated," He then added. "Essentially a birthday."