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SIX — Raubtier und Beute
Word Count: 5.6k
Warnings: Canon-typical violence.
A/N: AAA I love this half of what was supposed to be one chapter, lmao. I was dying to ramp things up a bit, so here you go. Enjoy. >:)
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“Not good!” It seemed to finally click for Bumblebee, because the mech’s servo rushed to grasp you in his hold as gently as he possibly could considering the circumstances. “We gotta go!”
He whirled around on his peds and leaped from the davit down toward the dock, which was much further than you’d originally thought. The feeling of gravity dragging you back down to the earth made your stomach jump up into your throat with barely any time to react. When he hit the ground, the Autobot didn’t waste a second.
Bumblebee tore off across the boatyard and back the way he came, beelining for the fence and leaping straight over it without a hitch. He didn’t look back. All he had to do was make sure he could get back to the road where he would easily gain the advantage of speed, and to provide you with at least a bit of shelter from what was inevitably going to turn into a shootout of ice, fire, and electricity.
Your head whipped to the side to cast a glance over your shoulder at the rapidly approaching jet. It blasted out of the clouds once more and dipped into an almost complete nosedive. Now that it was closer, you realized that it wasn’t just stationary before—it was moving toward you.
Adrenaline exploded in your veins, pushing your heart to beat quicker than it ever had before. Bumblebee was running, which meant only one thing. “Is that a–?”
“It’s exactly what you think it is!” His servos reached up to grab you, pull you from his shoulder, and brought you in close to his chassis as he reached the pavement in the darkness once more. The sound of his parts shifting was quickly drowned out by the deafening rattle in the air that was only growing louder by the second. Before you could even react to the strange movements, you were back in the driver’s seat and Bumblebee’s tires were screeching against the asphalt in an effort to speed away.
Not another second went by before you thought your eardrums popped. The deep, guttural roar of the seeker’s engines felt as if they exploded directly above you when he dove and ripped back up into the sky at the last second. You ducked instinctively and Bumblebee swerved at the force of the wind, then quickly regained traction, dropped a gear, and floored his gas pedal.
Your eyes found the soaring Decepticon as soon as your head poked up from it’s hiding place against Bumblebee’s dashboard. It was almost hard to tell in the darkness of the night, but you could see a tan color scheme reflecting the light of the moon as it dipped and banked back and forth in slow turns through the air, seemingly like it was nonchalantly following Bumblebee’s direction.
Your speeding friend noticed it too. “Yeah, uh– might be time to hide.”
Your eyes stayed trained on the screaming jet, afraid that if you lost sight of it, you’d never see it coming again. “Which one is that?”
“Blitzwing. The crazy one.”
A pit ripped open in your gut, then it immediately filled with a flood of dread and you could physically feel your face going pale. Wasn’t that the super volatile one that could also change into a tank?
Great.
“Don’t worry, he’s actually kind of stupid.” The Autobot tried his best at a mocking tone, “I’ll get us outta here. Just hang onto something!”
Another gear shift, and he pinned the gas pedal to the floor. The road up ahead turned to make a sharp right. You figured that he’d go flying off into the trees lining the road, but the sound of yet another shift and the steering wheel whirling on its own proved otherwise. Bumblebee drifted hard–hard enough to make everything in your body slam into your left side with an amount of force you didn’t think was possible. Then he floored it once more when the road ahead straightened out.
He really did know this road pretty well, and the black streaks in the pavement proved that even further.
The populated area of the city came into view again after the treeline to your right fell away and the river was visible once more. As the road paved the way forward, the roaring of the jet in the sky thundered louder and closer.
Your eyes shot to your left, out the driver’s side window. Nothing but thick trees and foliage. “Bee! What if you went into the woods? We could lose him in there if we go far enough!”
Without any warning, Bumblebee slammed his brakes and the squealing of his burning tires sent vibrations throughout his entire frame. The steering wheel whipped to the left and he drifted once again, turning to face the woods at a decent break in the treeline. “Good idea!”
The loud jet screaming in the sky barreled away. Blitzwing very obviously expected Bumblebee to keep pressing on toward the city, and now he was forced to bank and circle back. The maneuver bought the pair of you precious time.
As the scout launched himself into the thick trees, your head whipped around to search for the enemy. However Bumblebee was too quick, so the canopy quickly swallowed your view of the night sky and anything looming in it.
Almost immediately, the rocks and roots along the ground made themselves known through some very harsh dinging and clanging, and Bumblebee’s dashboard disappeared. You thought you were falling out with no way to stop yourself until the rest of him sprang forward and up onto his peds with an exasperated shout. Your form fell straight into waiting servos.
“Fragging Earth organic nature–!” He was running already, clumsily dodging the low-hanging tree branches and throwing his weight over large boulders while very loudly spitting curses, “That could’ve cracked my windshield again–!”
“At least he can’t see us anymore!” You shouted from his arms, “I think that’s a little more important right now!”
His bright blue optics found your eyes as the atmosphere suddenly went really dark, “Y’know, normally I wouldn’t run from a fight!”
The woods offered cover for sure, but now it was almost pitch black. The only sounds you could hear were Bumblebee’s moving parts and his heavy peds hitting the forest floor at a quick pace. “What’s stopping you from toasting that guy then?!”
He didn’t reply immediately. Instead you saw his optics scanning the leaves and branches up above you. “Uh— you, actually.”
“Me?” A hot feeling flooded through your chest. Shame? Embarrassment? Were you getting in the way?
“Yeah. I don’t want him to see you.” Bumblebee’s peds slowed and he circled a massive oak tree, turned his back to the rough bark, and leaned up against it with an exasperated exvent, “He’s kinda stupid—yeah—but he’s insane too. And I’m not gonna take that risk.”
Truthfully, you didn’t know what to say. You were way in over your head when it came to the concept of an alien war and the sadistic freaks it was able to produce. “I’m sorry.”
You were. You didn’t want to be a distraction, or a weakness, or a hazard that he’d have to risk his aft for. You just wanted to go out for a drive with your friend, but he was now forced to hide because he had a living liability with him. The thought made you want to crumple up into a ball of embarrassment right there in his servos.
“What?” His optics jerked back to you, one optic ridge raised in question, “Don’t be sorry! It’s not like you set this up!”
“I know, but—” The words struggled to form a coherent sentence. You didn’t know what you were feeling, other than the obvious fear for your lives. “If I wasn’t here, you’d—”
“If you weren’t here, I’d be walking around a creepy dark forest in the middle of the night by myself.” Bumblebee’s stance relaxed. The tense hold his arms had around you loosened, and his systems whirred with sounds as they finally began to regulate after he’d run so fast. “I hate being in the woods by myself. Too many creepy-crawlies and sounds that come out of nowhere. And Bigfoot! What if I ran into Bigfoot by myself?!”
You thought that he was trying to make you laugh for sure. And it worked, in spite of the anxiety that there was a lingering threat of being hunted from the clouds.
“Bigfoot, Bee?” A small giggle fell out of you, “I don’t think Bigfoot is real.”
The scout’s optics blew up to massive circles, “The monster hunting show I watch every Friday night proves otherwise! And they have evidence!”
Oh. He was actually serious.
You scoffed and waved your hand at him dismissively, “I’m more afraid of the big alien robot flying around in the sky right now. Also, I think Bigfoot would be more afraid of you than you are of him.”
Bumblebee’s optics narrowed and he looked down at the tree roots between his peds, “Huh. I guess that’s fair.”
You hadn’t heard the low rumbling of the seeker since you’d entered the woods, now that you really thought about it. While opting to try to focus on your sense of hearing, the Autobot holding you did the same. His helm perked up and he glanced back around the tree trunk in the direction he’d come running from. There was no crushing of the undergrowth, no lights in between the trees, and no distant roaring of jet engines.
As a matter of fact, the forest was almost completely silent. So quiet that it was eerie and deafening and it made your stomach twist, further tightening that ball of anxiety in your gut. The forest only ever went silent when a predator was nearby.
To be fair, Bumblebee’s frantic stomping could have also scared off all the wildlife. But that idea didn’t really help you feel any better.
The yellow mech’s shoulders slumped and he spoke up, now a little quieter, “I think we lost him. Maybe he doesn’t want to get his plating dirty tonight.”
You eyed your friend in the dark, his glowing optics being the only thing that you could really see clearly, “You think so? He won’t sneak attack you, will he?”
“Blitzwing? Nah.” Slowly and cautiously, Bumblebee stepped out from behind the shelter of the tree. His servos raised you up to your usual spot between his helm and shoulder plating and you settled in without a word. “That ugly pile of slag can never really shut up, nevermind creep up on anything. He’s way too loud.”
You quirked a brow. “Huh. Sounds like someone else I know.”
His helm snapped around to shoot you the harshest glare ever known to mankind. You tried to smother your laugh, but the way his cheeks expanded like his helm was about to blow off made that extremely difficult.
“Hey! Rude!” He spat the retort like he was genuinely wounded, working his way back around the tree and careful not to trip.
“Hey, I never said it was you.” You gave him a comforting pat on the helm, “But if the shoe fits, you should wear it.”
“Uh, I don’t wear shoes.” The sass.
Your plan was working. You’d successfully distracted him from the concept of freaking out in the middle of a deep, dark forest, where arguably the scariest thing around would be himself.
Or the Decepticon lurking somewhere above you.
Hopeful optimism tried to force it’s way to the front of your brain. Maybe you really did lose him after all.
Following Bumblebee’s tracks back proved far easier than expected, likely because the ground was soft and a bit muddy. The soil was able to stay damp thanks to the thick tree canopy, much to Bumblebee’s disdain. You were coming to realize that he didn’t really enjoy getting dirty if it had anything to do with organic matter.
When the treeline ahead of him started to split and a bit more light shone through the branches overhead, it signified the edge of the woods. His tire tracks were still clearly visible in the mud where he’d struggled a bit, and neither of you had to remind the other one to stay quiet.
Bumblebee wordlessly reached up to lift you off of his shoulder so he could gently set you down beside a gnarled tree. Then he knelt before you and whispered, “Let me make sure it’s clear before we keep going.”
When your eyes met his optics, the knot of anxiety that you’d almost forgotten about tightened. The night really could turn dangerous once again without any warning. “Be careful.”
“I’m always careful.” He winked.
You bit back a sarcastic reply and kept it only in your head. Right, right.
The mech stood up straight and suddenly his servos were gone, replaced with those iconic stingers that hummed to life with sparking electricity. He offered you a confident smile before turning his back so he could take a tentative step toward the edge of the trees.
You watched his horns turn side to side as he scanned the road and it’s surroundings for anything nefarious or out of the ordinary. Absolutely nothing looked off or out of place, and there was still no rumble in the sky. He craned his neck so he could search the clouds, which were quiet and ever so slowly drifting by the moon without a hitch. It was like the Decepticon had completely disappeared off the face of the planet.
Your skin prickled with goosebumps. The silence was still too eerie and no, you didn’t like it.
Just then the young scout’s posture seemed to relax the slightest bit. He stepped out into the scarce light and continued turning his helm back and forth. But still, nothing. No sound. Not a single peep from the forest. “I think we’re clear, [Name].”
The forest only ever goes silent when a predator is nearby.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and a sense of dread made your blood feel like it went cold. Your nails scraped the bark of the tree you were leaning against and your gut feeling told you that you shouldn’t be there. “I don’t like it, Bee.”
“Awh, c’mon. You scared or something?” Bumblebee turned back to look at you in between the trees. His voice dripped with his favorite teasing tone and mocking smirk. “You don’t have to be scared when I’m here! I’ll fry anything that gets—”
There was a deep thump, and then the shadow. An enormous mass rose from the trees on the opposite side of the road behind Bumblebee and hulked forward. The yellow scout immediately cut himself off and whirled around to face it’s direction.
There was hardly a second to react. That knot of anxiety in your gut exploded into terror.
The last thing you saw before Bumblebee launched himself off to the side was a white flash from across the road. He shouted over the sound of the blast, “Get down—!”
You ducked behind the gnarled tree just as an explosion blew the grass and mud away from the treeline, showering pebbles and dirt and grass all over you. Strangely enough, the blast of air that pelted you with it all was freezing. Adrenaline burst throughout your veins and you threw yourself to your knees among the roots after the initial shock of it all ebbed for a split second.
“I didn’t know we were playing hide-and-seek!” A new voice—one you’d never heard before and thick with an accent—boomed across the road in a giddy tune. “Why didn’t you say so?”
Your hands gripped the bark of the tree when you yanked yourself back up, cautiously poking just enough of your head out to see what on Earth had just happened. Where Bumblebee was originally standing when you last saw him was now an enormous chunk of ice. The sharp edges of it pointed like stalactites toward your hiding spot in the woods. But Bumblebee wasn’t trapped there, no. He was already standing in the middle of the road and firing zaps of lightning back at the massive assailant.
Blitzwing waited in silence like a predator. Bumblebee said that he was stupid and unable to shut up! What a mockery that would be later on.
Hopefully there would be a ‘later on.’
The ground beneath your sneakers quaked. Heavy ped-steps rattled you to the bone. You saw the dark mech stepping out of the treeline opposite you and turning to focus on your much smaller friend. Right about then would have been the perfect time to call for backup—something you really hoped Bumblebee wasn’t stupid enough to not do.
“You just love to interrupt me, buddy.” The tone in the defending ‘Bot’s voice was actually pretty lighthearted. Wasn’t he nervous? At all? “I was in the middle of having a fun night!”
When you looked back at Blitzwing—who’s back was now to you—he replied with an elated kick in his own words, “Well, now I’m having a fun night too!”
Blasts of fire exploded from the Decepticon’s cannons. It happened quicker than you could even blink, nevermind react to. Yet Bumblebee dodged the attack like it was nothing, zipping around the peds of the erratic mech like it was nothing more than a series of dance moves. His speed and grace when delivering zaps of electricity astounded you. Bumblebee really was a skilled fighter, and this was the first time you were able to truly witness it.
A strange shifting sound came from Blitzwing’s helm and he let out a guttural and very angry shout. The Decepticon whirled on his heavy peds and stomped downward, missing Bumblebee’s own peds by a mere couple of feet. When you looked up to catch a glimpse of his faceplate, you saw that it was now a completely different one.
It was red, with a blank visor and a really big gap in what you would consider to be his teeth. Blitzwing roared with rage, “Stop moving! I want to crush your chassis so I can bring your spark fragments back to Lord Megatron!”
Lord Megatron.
Suddenly, the reality of it all came crashing down on your tiny human mind. This really was way bigger than you ever could have thought. And Liz would kill you if she found out that you were ever exposed to this.
Bumblebee’s tires screeched against the pavement and he zipped around Blitzwing’s other side, now well out of reach and quite a few paces ahead of him. “You say that all the time, Blitz-brain. Try coming up with something a little more original. Or is that too hard for a living scrapheap with a processor that’s always getting hit by Lugnut’s fat servos?”
The larger mech firing again, streams and explosions of molten fire bursting all around the empty stretch of asphalt. Bumblebee continued dodging them with ease. The sudden frustration in Blitzwing’s voice was extremely evident, “I’m going to blow your helm off and blast the scraps of your plating across this planet for all of it’s organic lifeforms to find for millennia!”
“Whoa, that one was dark.” Bumblebee’s optics lit up and his ever-prominent smug smile appeared once again, “That’s more like it!”
Your jaw was on the floor. Blitzwing was truly massive, the biggest living being you had ever seen in your life. Beads of sweat formed across your forehead and your palms were damp against the rough bark of the tree that was still sheltering you. Yet Bumblebee was running circles around him like it was easy—entertaining even. His stingers flashed with bursts of energy over and over again as he flashed back and forth. You’d never seen anything like it.
For a moment, you thought that maybe this could be a fun thing to watch. Bumblebee seemed to have the fight on lockdown. His speed offered him a huge advantage against a mech that was so much bigger and bulkier.
Until the Decepticon bellowed with rage. He whirled around in circles on his peds and his cannons let loose. Liquid fire exploded in every direction and you had to dive back behind the roots of the tree before you.
Heat enveloped everything. When you opened your eyes, the ice chunk was gone and your immediate surroundings were burning. Bits of leaf litter and grass were floating by in embers as they burned up. You jumped to your feet on instinct and looked around for the next best place to hide, but it wasn’t very easy. The trees on either side of you were now burning too, however thanks to the damp atmosphere and mud, it wasn’t spreading much further at all. Regardless, you weren’t safe there anymore. You needed to move.
When your eyes looked for your friend again, horror struck you like a freight train.
He was pinned, crushed against the pavement of the desolate stretch of road. One of Blitzwing’s servos had him trapped him in place with his stingers at his sides, and he was struggling in vain to break free.
That same shifting noise caught your attention again. This time, a long blue faceplate had replaced the red one. One beaming monocle stared straight down at him as he leaned over the Autobot with a cold, stoic stare. Nothing betrayed whatever the mech was now thinking. “You are fast, yes. But my patience is starting to run low.”
Bumblebee vocalized his frustration, grunting and spitting with effort in his attempts to escape. The seeker continued with a monotone accent, “You gave it your best attempt, Autobot.”
He raised his opposite servo and angled the end of his cannon down at your friend. The whirring sound it made as it fired up and glowed with a bright blue hue almost made your skin jump off your body.
Help wasn’t coming. No one was coming. Except you.
“Hey!” The angry shout exploded out of your lungs in one quick burst before you could think twice.
Like lightning, that blue face snapped upward and landed on you within the same second. His blood-red monocle bore holes into you. You could feel it. The only visible light you could see through the darkness and you froze like a deer in headlights. You hadn’t thought about what to do after you got his attention, and now a thick sense of terror had you in it’s grip like a vice.
Bumblebee looked, the top of his helm scraping the pavement as he turned it so he could see you too. His blue optics were huge, staring you down like the world was ending. But you never saw it. You were trapped in that emotionless mech’s glaring red stare, fighting like hell to figure out what to do next.
Then, Blitzwing spoke. “Curious. That must be why you chose to run earlier.”
The familiar shifting sound of his many faces sounded off again and that time, you witnessed it. A solid black face, slitted red optics, a jagged and twisted red smile creeping up to an unnatural angle as it grew wider. This face was mortifying. Like something straight out of a horror movie. Your skin crawled with dread and your stomach dropped into your sneakers.
“You have a pet!” Gleeful, terrifying joy burst out of his voicebox. He leaned forward—toward you—like an animal that had just found it’s next meal while still addressing the Autobot trapped beneath his weight. “Can I play with it?”
You flinched at that. But your limbs still felt like they were frozen, feet rooted to the ground and trapped in place. Never before did you feel so close to death while completely unharmed.
It finally broke when Blitzwing shrieked and lurched up, sparks and trails of electricity jolting his systems from his servo. Bumblebee had managed to maneuver one of his stingers to reach in between the dark mech’s plating while he was distracted. The agonized wail of pain only let up after he ripped the smaller ‘Bot from the ground faster than you thought capable and slammed him back into the asphalt so hard, it fractured and cracked under the scout’s weight.
The yelp that left him at the impact broke your heart on the spot. His stinger fell to the ground beside him and his helm dropped to the side. You could hear his heavy venting from your place among the embers.
That red faceplate was back, louder than ever and leaning straight down to scream into Bumblebee’s face. “I’m going to pulverize you, insect! And after I do—” His furious personality switched to that inky black terrifying one quicker than you could blink, “—I’ll figure out if humans pop when they’re squeezed hard enough!”
His wicked stream of sinister laughter made your skin crawl. At that, it struck you like a brick. Absolutely not.
You looked around desperately for something—anything—that you could use to help Bumblebee. You picked up a rock you figured was small enough for you to throw that far and looked back with your arm rearing back to huck it at the horrifying seeker.
A sharp twang ricocheted through the air and rang in your ears. Gold-and-black plating flashed into your line of sight and with another harsh clash of metal-on-metal, Blitzwing was sent flying backward in yet another shriek of shock.
He went tumbling off into the grass and mud on the opposite side of the road. You looked for Bumblebee.
The little mech was already getting back to his peds, albeit a bit wobbly. New scrapes and dents littered his plating and he winced when he leaned to his right. But in between the two fighting forces was Prowl.
You’d never been so elated to see such a grouchy being before in your life.
They were too quiet for you to hear, but Bumblebee looked like he tried to say something until the ninja-bot cut him off without looking at him. So the younger ‘Bot shook himself off like he was attempting to reboot himself and readied his stance once again, facing Blitzwing alongside his teammate.
Furious muttering came from the tan-and-purple heap across the way. When his helm reappeared, the red-face’s visor was streaked with bits of grass and mud as he glared the enemy down. Prowl and Bumblebee visibly braced themselves.
But nothing happened. No shots of liquid fire, no shouting—nothing. His face swapped back to that icy blue one, one monocle glowing in the dark night air ominously as he studied the two Autobots before him. Until he looked at you.
You stared back, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable. You couldn’t read him or his thoughts and the only thing you could hear was the faint flickering of the burnt bits of the trees around you sizzling out. The knowledge that you were very, very small compared to these massive alien robots was suddenly unbearable.
He only broke the eye-contact when Bumblebee visibly bristled. His stingers roared to life in warning, like he saw what Blitzwing was staring at too.
The Decepticon’s single optic fell on him, then back to you, and back to Bumblebee once more. Almost as if he didn’t have a care in the world, he wordlessly stood and swiped some patches of wet grass from his chassis, took one last long look between you and your friend, and leaped into the sky. His engines screamed with a volume that could have knocked you off your feet and he was off, blasting straight up toward the clouds until he was out of sight.
Silence fell over the desolate area. The embers and tiny flames were snuffed out in quiet hisses, and you dropped to your knees in the damp earth. The heart nestled between your ribs was beating painfully like you’d just run a marathon. Sweat fell from your brow and you blinked hard to rid yourself of your remaining fear. Then you looked for Bumblebee.
He seemed to be doing the same thing you were. His stingers put themselves away in favor of his servos and he leaned forward with his weight on his knees, a heavy exvent falling out of his chassis. You started toward him hesitantly, afraid that the moment you stepped out of the shelter of the trees, Blitzwing would come barreling back down out of the clouds.
“[Name]!” Bumblebee’s helm jerked up and you met his optics instantly. The sleek mech beside him was turning to look at him just as he called out, “Are you okay?”
Prowl whipped around to follow his line of sight. When he saw you, your fear of something different entirely came back full force. He very clearly had not known that you were there. Uh-oh.
“Am I okay?” Your voice was small at first and you tried to ignore his staring, “Are you okay? You’re the one that put a hole in the middle of the road!”
Bumblebee let out a curt laugh and his optics skimmed over his form to check for any visible injuries, then he glanced at the fractured asphalt, “I’ve been through worse.” His shoulders went loose and his light personality started to break through once more. Then he turned his gaze to Prowl, “Thanks to this guy, I’m—”
The slender ‘Bot whirled on Bumblebee with a loud voice, “Are your circuits fried?!”
You stopped in your tracks. The yellow scout flinched backward, “Wha—”
“You could have been offlined fighting Blitzwing by yourself!” Prowl belted, fresh fury lacing every single one of his words, “Why didn’t you call for reinforcements?!”
A scowl contorted Bumblebee’s faceplate and his lip curled, “I’ve kicked Blitzwing’s aft befo—!”
“Is that what you were doing when I got here?” Prowl leaned closer intimidatingly, “Just how dense is your processor, Bumblebee? You have a human to look after now! [Name] could have been killed!”
You could feel yourself shrinking. A hazard. A weakness. A distract—
“I had it under control! I—” Bumblebee’s arms flew out to his sides as he tried to explain himself.
“You weren’t thinking! You jump at conflict and the chance to fight without contemplating the consequences of your actions. That’s what’s dangerous, Bumblebee.”
Prowl said that a few weeks ago when you stumbled upon him lecturing Bumblebee on that side street. It’s dangerous, Bumblebee. The heart beating in your chest lurched.
An irritated sigh came from the ninja-bot. He stepped around his comrade and took a few paces north toward the glowing light pollution in the near distance. Bumblebee’s scowl followed him as he rubbed his forehead in anger and spoke again, “Let’s get back to the plant. [Name] isn’t going home tonight. It’s not safe for her anymore.”
He transformed without another word and revved his engine to start forward down the road. Bumblebee turned his helm and stared at his peds in silence, bristling.
You were still standing where you’d stopped in the grass. Shame flooded every part of you. You didn’t want to cause any conflict and now Bumblebee was visibly upset.
He sighed, shook his helm, and that scowl was replaced with a soft look of concern. Bumblebee looked up and approached you, closing the distance within a mere couple of seconds and dropped down to kneel before you. One of his servos reached out to hold your hand and his optics met your eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
You blinked at him, a whirl of emotions overcoming your senses. Suddenly you were beyond exhausted. “I’m okay.”
Something flickered in the blue of his optics, but he blinked it away. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”
Your head jerked back in surprise. “You didn’t scare me! The creepy horror-movie murder maniac is what scared me.”
A curt snort emanated from his voicebox. “Good. Yeah. Blitz-for-brains is a creepy freak alright.”
Bumblebee gently dropped your hand so he could stand. He stretched his arms up and over his helm, popped a few sore joints, and turned to walk back up to the edge of the pavement to fall into his vehicle mode. The driver’s door popped open for you and you climbed in quietly, now fully expecting the seatbelt to do it’s usual thing once you were settled. The door closed on it’s own and he dropped a gear, slowly moving to follow Prowl.
”Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked quietly, like you were nervous that he wasn’t going to like the question. “You kinda did get crushed for a second there.”
His nonchalant reply made you imagine him waving his servo dismissively, “I promise you, [Name], I’m indestructible at this point. I’ve had my aft handed to me way worse before. That was nothing. Remember when you literally watched me fall out of the sky?”
A small laugh made your lip quirk up. “Yeah. That was glorious.”
He let out a pfft. “Yeah, sure felt glorious.”
As the road opened up to a more populated area of Detroit’s outskirts, you found yourself unable to shake one of the many feelings from the events of the night. Anxiety. The way Blitzwing stared straight into your soul like he figured something out. It made you nervous. Strangely, it almost felt as if he was silently telling you that ‘this isn’t over.’
Bumblebee didn’t like the quiet. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, right?”
You stared at the glowing light of the center console as he spoke softly. The anxiety ebbed a bit. You trusted him completely, even if you’d only known him for a little less than a month.
“Yeah, Bee. I know.”
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