CHAPTER 35
Defending The InnocentBumblebee hated being away from Trevor for any amount of time. So having been away from him for a week made his spark ache. Optimus related he'd always felt the same way when he left him for any amount of time. But even so, he didn't let that comfort him, it just made him feel a bit worse. And so, on his break from their mission that afternoon, he used his holoform to go for a walk in the town. The town was a small one in Washington, which he hadn't learned the name of in their time there, but was still quaint. As usual, he looked for a little souvenir to bring Trevor back, but thus far, not much other than a few handmade dreamcatchers created by a nearby Native American tribe, which he eventually settled on.
He was coming out of the little shop when the rather slow day finally took a turn. His holoform barely noticed the tug on it's (imaginary) jeans as he stared down at the small form of a boy. Of course, it had to be a small child, a boy, someone's son. Just another reminder that he wasn't with his own "little boy" right now. Yet still, the always friendly Autobot only smiled warmly and stared down at the young human calmly. "Hello there," He greeted him. "Is there something I could do for you?" He asked.
"Can you help me?" The boy commented. "I'm lost, I think my daddy lost track of me."
Bumblebee frowned a bit, not liking the sound of that. The boy was lucky he had come to someone friendly, as he'd heard many horror stories of children talking to "strangers". He imagined if it were Trevor, or a small version of the boy at least. Of course, he'd missed those years with Trevor, but he still had a clear picture in his head of what he might have been like. "Pretty dangerous thing to do, y'know," Bumblebee commented. "Talking to strangers," The boy frowned, and looked unsure. "Lucky for you, I'm a good guy. With a son myself," He added with a smile.
"Like me?"
Bumblebee chuckled. "Quite a few years older," Bumblebee noted. "But he was once," He then added. "You got a name, small fry?"
"Kenny."
"Alright, Kenny," Bumblebee crouched low enough that he was at his level. "Can you tell me what your daddy looks like?"
It turned out that Kenny, being only about five, didn't give the best description. But Bumblebee didn't give up, even though he was starting to get a little frustrated. Mainly because he hoped that something hadn't happened to the man, and that he wasn't too worried. Now that he was a parent, he thoroughly understood how worrisome it was when you had no idea where your children were. "Okay, Kenny," Bumblebee offered again. "You said your father was tall with brown hair, and blue eyes, right?" The boy nodded warily. "And you also said he said never to tell your last name to strangers." Another nod, great that left searching for a phone number out of the question.
At this point, he figured he would HAVE to turn him into the human authorities, and he didn't want that. Not only did he still have to continue to hunt down the Decepticon incursion they'd come here for very soon, but more importantly... It would mean he might be handing a child over to social services, to foster care where Trevor might have been if he hadn't stepped in. And that inevitably and completely bothered him. "Mr. Prime?" Bumblebee looked down at the name he had given him. "Maybe I can-."
"Kenny!"
And there was the relief that Bumblebee felt, taking a deep breath. The man, who he guessed to be Kenny's father, was bolting down the sidewalk in a frenzy. "Daddy!" Bumblebee sighed at the reaction, watching as the boy ran into his father's arms. "I'm sorry daddy, I won't ever walk away again! It was so scary!" He whimpered.
The man gave Bumblebee a look, to which the Autobot threw his arms up. "I was just trying to help the small fry find you," He told him politely. "He was pretty scared when he couldn't find you. And, well... I have a son of my own, and all I could think is of it was him," He then added. "Especially because I've been away on business for a while."
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TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy
Fiksi PenggemarAU. Bobby Bolivia never gave in to Ron Witwicky's budget. Instead, Bumblebee finds himself barely saved from surely becoming scrap metal when Sam's childhood friend, Trevor Ridley buys him from a scrapyard. What begins as an unusual friendship soon...