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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: I’ve totally re-written the first two chapters of this fanfic, like StSE asked me so rudely to do after ‘accepting my apology’ and supposedly allowing me to use those chapters. Now they are by far improved this way, even if they are somewhat similar because of Bumblebee getting raped. In fact, there’s MORE BUMBLEBEE RAPE THAN EVER BEFORE!!!

Froggy: Er... yay?

Harley: It’s not just those first two chapters that have been altered though. Subsequent chapters have been altered slightly to fit in better. So why not read through the whole thing again, and then leave a review. It’s much better this way, at least I think so.

Froggy: As it is, a new chapter compels you to read on! And now, we can absolutely promise to you that it’s going to be Prowl/Hotwire. Hopefully we won’t make Prowl fangirls too jealous, or Prowl/Lockdown fans too indignant.

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Chapter Eleven: Back Home

Ratchet put Hotwire on the med-lab table. It was millions of years since he had last seen the femme, and he wasn't exactly pleased to see her again. He had no doubt she'd have some sort of grudge against him for expelling her all those millennia ago. He poked the recharging femme a couple of times, then looked over at Bumblebee, by the door, "So, Hotwire here broke you out of the 'con base and helped you escape?" he asked.

Bumblebee, who was watching Ratchet work quite tensely, was relieved for a chance to say something, anything at all. "That's the story, doc, and I'm sticking with it,” the young 'bot told him.

"Doesn't sound quite like the Hotwire I knew," Ratchet admitted, still looking her over, "Still, it has been a long time..." he lifted one wrist, and looked at the scars. Some of them looked like they'd been torn in, but they weren't fresh, so they couldn't have happened on the way, "She didn't have these either," he pointed out, and gestured to the blue visor, "Or that." He continued to check her, "So, how'd this happen?" he asked Bumblebee, "Looks like she took a tumble, and she's rebooting a lot of systems."

"Well, we were getting chased by three Seekers, came to a cliff, and, uh, we didn't have any wings,” Bumblebee said, hoping that was a satisfactory answer to the question. "So... you knew Hotwire, huh? How was she? Before, I mean."

"Loud. Snappy. Angry," Ratchet said, still checking Hotwire's body over, "Not fully Autobot, but no Decepticon either. She always was bad at making up her mind. Especially when it came to taking sides. And she hated the war."

"Doesn't sound like she’s changed that much,” Bumblebee admitted, "She doesn't seem so angry anymore either. In fact... she seems kind of sad."

"A war does that to people," Ratchet said, squinting at the old scars and looking at his own war wound, "And what do we have here..." he pushed at a catch, and a pair of cyber-pistols slid out from Hotwire's wrists, "Now I know she didn't have these before. Must have had herself upgraded at some point..." He slid them back in, and reached to push back the visor. There was a sudden jolt, and Hotwire sat up sharply.

"How'd I get here?" she snapped out, then grimaced in pain, clutching at her sore back.

"I don't think she likes that..." Bumblebee muttered to Ratchet before speaking up to his revived friend, "Well, we got to the Autobot base! Told'ja we would. How are you feeling?"

"Sore," Hotwire muttered, lying down again. The last thing she remembered was falling flat on her face as her systems rebooted from the sheer shock of falling down a cliff, and some of them were still rebooting. She looked up, now at Ratchet, "Ratchet..." she muttered, “You...”

"Yes, me," Ratchet replied, "I wondered if you'd remember. So, you're a Decepticon right now."

"If I was a Decepticon, I'd be in the middle of a monologue right now," Hotwire pointed out. She rubbed her head. That hurt too.

"Point taken," said Ratchet, "Still, it's probably not a good idea that you move around too much. Your system is still sorting itself out from that fall Bumblebee mentioned."

"Did I mention she used herself to break my fall?" Bumblebee told the medic, "It would have been awesome... if it weren't so scary."

"Ah..." Ratchet looked at Bumblebee, then at Hotwire, who was looking past his shoulder, embarrassed, "Well, what are you doing here?" he asked Hotwire, "You chose to come here? Or did you just want somebody patching up your circuits?"

"I didn't have to help Bumblebee," Hotwire pointed out, then shrugged, "On the other hand, after I did, he wanted me to come back here with him. As a friend, I guess. I just wanted out of that base, is all..."

"Coming here for a little revenge?" Ratchet suggested.

"Oh please," Hotwire muttered, "I'm here because Bumblebee asked me to come, not to go on some fragged up vengeance trip. You may have pointed me down this path," she added, "But I don't blame you for everything. That would suggest I cared." She started to stand, put some weight on her leg, and buckled to the floor, "Freaking SLAG!"

Bumblebee swiftly moved to support her weight, all the while giving Ratchet an angry glare. "Hey, Ratchet, she really doesn't need all that slag right now! She saved my can out there! That's good enough for me!"

"I told you not to start moving around, Hotwire," Ratchet pointed out, "And Bumblebee?" he shrugged, "Why don't you go and see Sari? She's missed you."

"What's Sari?" Hotwire asked, "A pet?"

"A human,” Bumblebee explained, "You know, one of those two-legged squishy things running around this planet? She's also a friend of ours. And mine."

"Ah," Hotwire tested an elbow, and winced, "Never did... oh, never mind. If she's your friend, maybe you had better tell her hello-"

"BUMBLEBEE!" a young girl's voice cried out from the door, and a small human ran forward and hugged him tightly, "You're back!" Sari cried out, "It's been so boring without you and I missed you so much!"

"Missed you too, Sari!" Bumblebee said happily to the small human child before sighing, "It's been a long, rough time... kinda like spending time with Prowl! Well..." he paused, remembering what he’d been through, “Maybe not quite as bad as all that...”

Sari looked across at Hotwire, who was sitting on the table, still flexing joints to find out what hurt and what didn't, "Who's that?" she asked, still hugging Bumblebee.

"Oh, that's Hotwire,” Bumblebee replied with a smile, "She sprung me out of that Decepticon rust pit. She's a medic, like Ratchet. But not as grumpy."

"Humph," Ratchet muttered.

"Hey there, Sari," Hotwire waved a little, trying to be friendly to the little human.

"Isn't she a Decepticon?" Sari asked.

"I am NOT a Decepticon!" Hotwire snapped on a reflex, "Why does everybody always assume I'm a Decepticon?"

"Well, you were living in their base,” Bumblebee suggested, "The only people who tend to do that are Decepticons or prisoners."

"Oh, so I suppose you-" Hotwire stopped, remembering the last time she'd been that unpleasant to Bumblebee, and looked down at Sari again, "So, you're a friend of Bumblebee's, eh?" she asked, "I'd get up to say hello, but you know how it is with the joints being in agonising pain..."

"Oh, that's okay," Sari said, letting go of Bumblebee and walking over, "You helped my best friend, so I'll help you out!" She produced the Allspark Key and plugged it into Hotwire's symbol. It glowed, and Hotwire looked very surprised as all the aches and pains went away almost instantly. Sari offered a hand to shake, "Thanks for helping Bumblebee. I'm Sari!"

After a few seconds, Hotwire took the hand offered between a thumb and forefinger, and shook it carefully, "No worries. The designation's Hotwire," she replied.

"Ah yes,” Bumblebee spoke up, watching Hotwire's sudden regeneration from the Allspark-charged key, "I forgot to mention Sari's key. It's like a magic healing thingamabob that makes any medics in this group totally redundant. And it's kinda like the Allspark: the key giveth life sometimes, and others it taketh life away by giving life to giant, mutant, crazy cyborgs made from a toaster oven and a piece of protoplasm." The smallest of the Autobots chuckled nervously.

"Yes, so I heard," Hotwire said without looking up, "Locked in a med-lab I may have been, but some things get through," she looked at the key very hard for a moment, then released Sari's hand and stood up, stretching, "A portable Allspark. Makes you think..."

Ratchet glared at Bumblebee, "Old I may be, but I'm not redundant just yet, Bumblebee. Or deaf."

Bumblebee shot back with a straightforward retort, "Yeah? Well when was the last time you fixed anybody up without Sari beating you to it first, eh?"

"Perhaps I would be better off drawing attention to the time you, Sari and Prowl took a trip to the woods and got infected with space barnacles?" Ratchet asked, "The key couldn't fix that. Or how about the time we had that shiny new 'con Soundwave running around thanks to it?"

"Yeah... that was one of those times the key tooketh away,” Bumblebee answered hesitantly, "It's still pretty darn useful when you break your axles, though."

“And those blasted thrusters you had installed,” Ratchet continued, “They caused a lot of trouble – that creep Nanosec could have destroyed the city.”

Hotwire coughed nervously, "That's great and all," she pointed out, "But there's only one of it, and it wasn't available in the 'con base, or when I nearly broke my back. Basically, it's only useful if you get busted up where it is."

"That's what I was trying to say!" Ratchet agreed.

"Then I guess it's good that Sari clings to us like universal bonding paste!" Bumblebee spoke happily, looking smug with himself.

Hotwire shrugged again, "Medics aren't redundant just yet, Bumblebee. I think that's the point Ratchet was trying to make. Let's not argue about the pros and cons of the Allspark. Besides, you can't solve all your problems with a quick blast of Allspark energy."

"True. The Allspark will never tear up the road as well as I can!" Bumblebee said happily. It was a good sign. He hadn't been in such good spirits for a long time.

Hotwire smiled, glad to see Bumblebee cheerful like that. Back among his friends, safe in the base, he could recover from his experiences mentally as well as physically.

Ratchet, however, seemed intent on ruin the perfectly good atmosphere. "I wonder how it is you came to be working for the Decepticons, Hotwire,” the older mech spoke, "Especially considering your loudly expressed desire to take no sides."

"It wasn't entirely optional, Ratchet," Hotwire replied, "Decepticons need medics. You've met plenty of Medic-bots. Ever met a Medic-con?"

"That's because any sensible medic knows that working for the Decepticons harms more people than it helps!" the cranky old bot growled, "You should know better! Unless that was your intent all along!"

"And I expect you'd prefer it if I just stood back and watched people offline!" Hotwire snapped, starting to lose her temper, "I'm not a youngling, Ratchet! And I am NOT a DECEPTICON!"

"If you're not a youngling, then stop acting like one!" Ratchet snapped back, "Throwing a temper tantrum at me and giving aid to the other side shows neither maturity nor strong conviction!"

Bumblebee was swiftly having enough of this argument. "Hey!" the younger mech spoke up, "Hotwire saved my life! Don't talk to her like that!"

Hotwire wasn't listening, "I've been performing Triage for over four million years, Ratchet!" she snapped at him, "Don't you DARE tell me about maturity or conviction!"

Ratchet shook his head, "You don't know her like I do, kid,” the old medic replied to Bumblebee, "She hasn't changed a bit. She blows her top at the slightest hint of criticism and spites those who disagree with her in the most degrading, insulting way she can think of. Her moral compass is so slagged up that it's a wonder she can tell the difference between a spark plug and a pulse blaster!" An angry Bumblebee readied a retort, but Ratchet cut him off sharply. "Yes, I know I've got one servo in the scrapheap, and you won't listen to a thing I say. But you'll see what I mean soon enough. She'll live, so my job here is done." Grumbling unhappily, Ratchet packed up his equipment and marched out of the room.

With some effort, Hotwire managed to get her temper back under control, "I... knew it was a bad idea to come here," she growled, "And I should have known this would happen. It was nice meeting you, Bumblebee. And thanks for the treatment, Sari," she stood up, "If it makes you feel any better, I won't be going back to the Decepticons." Although I have no idea what I will do or where I'll go, she thought dismally.

"Wait, don't go just yet!" Bumblebee spoke quickly, rushing to Hotwire's side, "It's just Ratchet! He's always grumpy like that! The rest of us are ok!"

"Of course I know he's 'grumpy',” Hotwire answered, "Although he never used to be this bad but... I don't want to hang around here getting that distrust thing all the time."

"Sari and I trust you!" Bumblebee replied, keeping pace with her, "Bulkhead will trust you! It may take a while, but Prime and Prowl will warm up to you! You don't have to go!"

Hotwire looked up at the ceiling. The worst thing about it all was that Ratchet was right - she was short-tempered and spiteful and screwed up. It would be nice to leave now, and leave them all with the best memories of her - that she brought them back Bumblebee. But sooner or later her ugly side would show up, and then she'd have to leave anyway, and it would probably hurt more for all of them. Why did choosing have to be so hard? She'd have to leave.

"Do you trust me, Sari?" she asked the little human.

"Sure I do!" Sari replied, "You haven't done anything bad yet, and you helped Bumblebee! Ratchet's just always like that."

"Yes... I did..." Hotwire looked at her feet, then up again, "I suppose... I could stay... for a little while longer..."

Bumblebee sighed in relief, thankful for Sari's apparently endless talent for persuasion. "Good. I think I'd go crazy if I had to put up with Ratchet alone,” he said with a little chuckle.

Hotwire smiled slightly at that, "I'm sure he's not your only companion here," she said, "Still, I really do need to talk to Prime about a few things if I’m going to stay... like getting a room." She'd have to leave. She knew that. If not today, then sooner or later. But for one day at a time... let it be tomorrow.

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Harley: Ah, we’ve finally arrived at the base. Well, now things will start to get interesting. Er. Now, I’ve gone to the trouble of writing a fanfic for you and even installing new chapters, so why don’t you go to the trouble of writing a review?

Froggy: Or even leaving a rating. How hard can that be?
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