Crossbreed

Flames

"You did WHAT?!"

I sent a heated glare at the little human standing on the balcony before myself and Optimus after his loud exclamation. Optimus was unfazed by the human's simultaneously shocked and angry tone, and remained silent. I, however, was quick to snap at the human.

"Keep your voice down! Bumblebee is still sleeping!" Thankfully Optimus didn't reprimand me for snapping at the annoyed (and currently annoying) human. He merely stood next to me, coolly regarding the human on the balcony.

"Agent Fowler, there is no need to shout." The human lowered his voice, but continued to glower at Optimus.

It was the morning after the procedure, late into it, in fact, and Bumblebee had yet to emerge from his room. I know the young scout truly is still in recharge because I heard his engine's light hum coming from his room when I walked by the door to come here to have this meeting with Optimus and Agent Fowler.

This base was considerably smaller than the now destroyed Autobot Outpost Omega One, but at least it had a decent number of moderately sized storage rooms. These we used as our quarters. I'm glad that there are enough to accommodate all of us individually, especially now. Bumblebee needs space, in order to make sure that there is as little stress on him as possible.

Coming back to Agent Fowler, Bumblebee needs his rest, and the last thing he needs is for an upset human to wake him.

"You 'Bots went and started a major science experiment without sending a memo to Uncle Sam?" Agent Fowler said in a frustrated tone, dragging his hand down over his face.

"Ratchet felt that it was right your government not know of the procedure we agreed on performing, until it had been completed, due to your leaders' interfering nature in regards to our affairs." I gave our leader a brief glance, surprised. This was the first time in all the years we have been on this planet that Optimus expressed displeasure so openly towards the human government in a human's presence. This was a very subtle expression, but it was there.

His description of the humans' government is understandable, as well as one that I fully agree with, because in the years that we have been here on Earth, their government has made it obvious that they prefer to have us under a microscope. Issues tend to arise when we Autobots alone decide to do something major without 'clearing' it with the human government.

I have started to believe that Optimus allows them to keep near constant surveillance on us solely to make the humans' government feel better about our presence.

"His decision doesn't make it the best one for our government!" Agent Fowler said, angrily gesturing towards me, yet never making eye contact with me. I suppressed a growl as I glared at him.

"Uncle Sam's going to love to hear about this..." Agent Fowler groaned, leaning over, placing a hand on his forehead and resting an elbow on the banister in a frustrated stance.

Our leader didn't say anymore while he and I waited for Agent Fowler to calm down and collect himself. Thankfully that didn't take long.

The human removed his hand and looked back up at both of us, a now concerned expression on his face. "So this Predacon DNA bonding is going to turn Bumblebee into some kind of super soldier?"

I didn't waste energy telling him it was CNA for us Cybertronian beings as I approved his exceedingly basic answer. "Correct."

Agent Fowler's tone changed even more (thank Primus his voice lowered a bit more), matching the disquiet on his face. "Is that even morally okay?"

This is when Optimus spoke up. "Though the decision may be morally questionable, Bumblebee has agreed to the Predacon gene bonding. He understands that such a procedure is very likely to provide us the edge we need against the Decepticons and their Predacon."