Five little fingers, wrapped around mine
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“No! No! Bee! Get back here-! For primus sakes!”
B-127 hears, rolling around and giggling his helm off as he ran and jumped and rolled and-… to put it simply, he’s got zoomies. And his babysitter made the mistake of giving bee some energon sweets.
They’ve been at this for joors now and he’s still not settling down anytime soon. “Bee! C’mon you’re gonna crash if you keep at it!” His sitter heaved, trying to catch his breath.
Just then the door slid opened and bee’s sitter had this look of devastation when he saw the sire. “M-Me *cough* *cough* sir.” He saved, sweating coolant as b-127 zoomed past multiple times.
Megatron looked at the sitter, then towards the yellow Blurr, then back at the babysitter one more time.
“You gave him some energon treats didn’t you?” He asks with a straight face, all the sitter can do is nod his helm. “I-I apologise for that, I-.”
Megatron puts his servo up to stop the other “It’s quite alright, cyclonus.” He muses, watching his baby bot slightly slowing down.
“With how often bee’s zoomies are at this age it’s difficult to calm him down.”
“Zoomies?!” Cyclonus shouts with surprise, megatron nods with a genuine smile on his faceplate. “Indeed, it’s enduring at best.” He assesses, catching his sparkling mid run with one servo.
“But when it comes to treats he has to be calm to have one, I made that same mistake myself before knowing he’s a minibot.” He exclaims turning his attention to his hyperactive son.
“Hello baby bee!” He greets, catching his son’s attention as he smiles wide. “Mama! You would not believe the day I had!” And for the past hour bumblebee had named everything that he and cyclonus did while megatron was away… the speed on how fast he rambled was impressive and concerning.
“--Cyclonusandiplayedknightsandthenwewentinsideandreadsomestoriesthenhegavemeanenergronsweetandwebothwentrunningaroundandaround around… and ar o u n d….”
(Translation: cyclonus and I played knights and then we went inside and read some stories then he gave me an energon sweet and we both ran around and around… and ar o u n d….)
B-127 yawned with a squeak, stretching his restarlueus before slumping against his sire’s cassis, optics fighting and failing to stay awake.
“It was the best day ever.” He says tiredly, making grabby hands before megatron had to give him pointer digit for him to hold.
“You’ve done well taking care of my son, cyclonus.” He muses, walking towards the living room quarters with cyclonus by his side. “May you be here again on my next trip to the next Decepticon debriefing?” He asks, both bots sat down on the metallic seating.
“If I have the time, I won’t be here quite as often as I hoped.” Cyclonus informs, actually genuinely glad he’s entrusted with caring for the heir.
“Your best is all I need, I’ll be sure to contact strika if she’s up for the task when you are not.” He smiles, staring down as bee’s engines started to purr.
“I prey to primus he didn’t give you too much trouble these past few cycles.”
Cyclonus chuckled silently at that. “He didn’t, though he is a little more eager to help and hang out with me, I find it a bit strange for my taste.” Cyclonus admits, wringing his servos together.
“He is half autobot cyclonus, those traits always lingered if the autobot codes are dominant.” Cyclonus oh’d and nodded.
“Remind me to look into getting a book about mini bot’s and con’s zoomies for beginners, cause I don’t think I can handle another zoomie and energetic rush any time soon.” Cyclonus laments, causing megatron to bark a laugh.
“Alright cyclonus, but be warned. I don’t help laid back soldiers.”
Out of all the things megatron had missed, he’d never thought his bitty’s zoomies would be one of them.
Yet here he is, thinking about that one time cyclonus babysat bumblebee and accidentally gave him his favourite sweets when he’s at his most energetic.
It was honestly one of his many favourite memories out of all the many memories of when bumblebee was forged, plus it’s one of the many memories he gets to repeat in his helm while he’s without a body.
‘Hm… let’s see what the autobots are up to.’ He thinks, switching one of the camera’s to the autobots power plant base and lo and behold, bumblebee is zooming like crazy.
“—I got him! I-oof! Don’t got him—.” The big green mech says, rubbing his helm as a yellow Blurr went past.
“—aw for scrap sakes! Who gave him the energon treats—?!” The medic shouts, trying to corner the hyperactive speedster.
“—No one, he’s been like this since this afternoon! Someone catch him before he damaged the whole plant and hurts himself—!”
Megatron chuckled at their attempts at trying to subdue his overactive son, even the prime that had ‘defeated’ him couldn’t even catch him either.
In the end it was the ninja bot that finally caught his little buggy and even then he was still hyperactive as heck in the motorcycle’s hold.
“—anybot want to try and ‘burrito’ bumblebee—?”
“—I’ll do it—.” The prime volunteers, taking the hyperactive mini in his servos, who at the moment is nonverbal despite being the most talkative of the bunch.
“Oh baby bee.” Megatron muses, smiling to himself with his optics and in his helm.
“Even as an adult you still get zoomies.”
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*clap* *inhales*
… I deeply apologise for not getting my head wrapped around the lost heir au’s story, promise kept forever. New ideas kept popping up and I’m not locking in as well as I hoped.
I’m just soooo tired and a little pissed off with how the world is turning out to be thanks to the fuckwits I shall not name, making things worse.
Still, I apologise for not getting locked in… so here’s a hyperactive zooming bumblebee with father megatron, babysitter cyclonus and newly adopted autobot family trying to figure out how to deal with a zooming bumblebee!
