Silver shadowed stories (mini-story collection)

A secret second meeting

Do you know that feeling......when someone tells you not to smell/look/or do something..........but you just can't resist the curiosity.

NOTE:

"text" = Speech

:text: = Inner thoughts

text = Narrator/3rd person

Bumblebee's pov:

Ratchet questioned me all night about what I saw. If it weren't for Optimus ordering me to recharge claiming the lack of recharge was affecting my processor I would probably still be in the on that med-berth until moring. During Ratchets interrogation I tried to answer his question about the appearance, size and threat of the what I encountered but honestly, I can't really remember much other than its eyes. They felt like they were staring into my soul, my spark. The only reason I think that the creature might be a predicon was for just milliseconds before I locked eyes with it, I saw a large 4-legged form with two very large wings and a long whip-like tail. 

As Bee laid on his berth, his processor wondered back to the nebula-like eyes that caught him in such a trance. He couldn't shake the feeling that those eyes held more secrets and power then he will ever know. He was right. In future events, Bee will learn that some secrets remain secrets forever. 

BANG BANG BANG

: Holy mother of a _____:    I thought. Thanks to human slang. 

"Bumblebee! Wake up!"

: Arrg, Ratchet:     I knew where this was gonna go.

#Time skip#

"Are you certain that what you saw was a predicon" asked Ratchet impatiently.

"Yes......maybe.....I think" I replied. OK, so I wasn't sure. 

"You think" Ratchet answered in a low growl. Well, what got his wrench in a knot.

"Ratchet" Optimus warned. "Bumblebee what do you know of this creature"

I told them the whole story about what happened, well minus the staring contest I don't even know why I left that part out. Optimus decided until the whole team could be gathered to investigate no one is allowed to go to the hidden Lakes (I found out their names, strange but oddly fitting). That was final. Blame it on being young but I'm not a very good listener. 

In fact the next afternoon during a patrol, Bumblebee took a detour to the hidden lakes determined to learn more about the creature that snared him with a simple gaze. Little did he know that his return to seek out the creature would change his life, Forever.  

: Ok, this time I'll stay away from the water and survey lake for any sign of that creature:     It sounded like a good plan in my head. I was walking around the edge of the lake keeping a fair distance from the water, scanning the depths for any sign of life. I soon stopped on the far side of the lake facing the water, I was dimly aware of the large rock formation behind me.      -Sigh-    :Well this was stupid:    Even though I can't see it, I'm still getting the feeling of being watched. 

As Bee continued to stare across the lake, a large shadowing figure silently crawled onto the large rock behind him. Scouting the young scout for any threats or bad intentions. Deeming it safe enough to approach, the figure slowly climbed down from the rock towards Bee's back. A low growl signified Bumblebee of its presence. 

When I heard the growl I spun on my peds to face the creature that appeared to have been watching me since I arrived. I watched as it circled me, stopping to face me. It didn't appear threatening, more curious. Avoiding its eyes I managed to have a better look over its frame. It was an odd combination of features but it just ..... worked, I'm not sure how to explain it. Everything about this creature gave it a strong but gentle, threatening yet comforting appearance that ... kinda confused my circuit. 

(i do not own picture) (picture robotic version)

Bumblebee stood frozen, once again in the presence of the young predicon, whom of which was slowly approaching him. Wings held high the young predicon notices a small gash from where her tail snared his ped. The predicon returned her gaze to Bee and started walking directly towards him, this causes Bee to stumble backwards until his backstrut hits another rock formation. Still, the predicon kept advancing until they were face to face (or faceplate to snout if you wanna be technical)

I stared into the eyes of this predicon wondering why I haven't reacted, activated my cannons, done something! But I didn't feel threatened. Maybe it was just my processor malfunctioning, since non of my other systems seem to be responding. I didn't even recognise when her face left mine, travelling down to my ped. Even the slightest of touch by a wet, long and smooth surface on a slightly damaged part of my ped went nearly unnoticed. 

It wasn't until Bumblbee's com went off that he snaps from his haze. Once again when he returned to full sense the predicon had disappeared. Bee stumbled to his feet and answered the com hoping it wasn't Ratchet. Luckily it was just Raf. Reminding him to pick him up from school, it was now 1 and 1/2 hours after the end of school. Fair to say Bee rushed to Jasper, feeling a combination of guilt, dread(of Ratchet) and confusion.