I then explained everything to Bee. Like I did with my dad and the rest of the group. He took it better than I expected. He was actually ecstatic because of the fact that we were the same species. Sort of. I don’t exactly know what my gift is yet. Now that I’m with Bee, I wanna get us all back together so I can show everyone all at once. To be honest, I’m not sure if I want to know what the gift is. If it’s from God and Primus, then I’m sure it’s an amazing extraordinary gift. I just don’t feel like I’m worthy of having a gift. I didn’t really do anything. All I did was do my part in helping the autobots. Everything has a cost, no? I’m assuming that death was one of them.
I rest at the top of a hill with BumbleBee enjoying the sunset. It’s mostly dead grass beneath us, but Bee is in his bipedal mode, and he has me in his palm, so it’s all good. He’s really sweet for a badass bot. He’s my hunny. My everything. If it weren’t for Bee, I don’t think I would have come back. He’s so adorable too. I think the way he talks through the radio is the cutest thing ever. The way his expressions don’t match at all with the voice on the radio. He probably doesn’t feel the same way, but I don’t care. All that matters is that I love him. I love BumbleBee.
“Sweet Spark~I’m so glad~you’re okay.” He says bringing me closer to him. He stands up straight and doesn’t avert his eyes from me. Not even for a second. He’s probably afraid of losing me again.
“Me too. Bee, please don’t blame yourself for what happened.” I plead. Ever since him and I got back together, he’s been telling me that he should have been there to help and how it was his fault he couldn’t catch me. He promised that he’d catch me when I fall. Literally. I hate that he blames himself. It was my choice. It was my fault. I chose to help the autobots, and I chose to protect the cube with my life. I’m sure Sam would have done the same. Except I wouldn’t have allowed himself to put himself in danger.
“I’m sorry~Sweet Spark. I won’t.” We sat there admiring each other for a while when he suddenly jerks upward and carefully sets me on the ground. He scratches the back of his head shyly. I wonder what’s wrong.
“I-I wanted to tell you something ~ but since ~ my voice box ~ isn’t repaired, ~ I found a song that ~ said exactly what I felt.” Bee says shakily. I sit my bum down with my legs crossed. I gaze upon him, waiting for him to do something. A song? Quaint.
He stands up straight and begins to play a song off the radio.
“Hey, where’s the drums?!” The radio plays. Some drums begin to pound and he slowly begins to...dance?
“Woo, girl you’re shining like a fifth avenue diamond
And they don’t make you like they used to
You’re never going out of style.”
What I am witnessing right now is 100% worth loving. That ‘sacrifice’ I made was totally worth it. I’m loving BumbleBee much more now. The way he dances is so cute, it’s actually very good. Like he practiced...for me.
“Woo, pretty baby, this world might’ve gone crazy
The way you saved me who could blame me
When I just wanna make you smile.”
I have to say, his dance moves are on point. Not even joking.
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Transformers (UNDER EDITING)
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