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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reluctant Patient

“Sit still!” T’ran yelled at the fidgeting mech. Every time she got her fingers in there, her brother would shift in both discomfort and impatience.

“But if we don’t get out there soon, all of the valuable recyclables that the missiles turned up – will be gone!” Droct complained.

T’ran hit him upside his helm. “And if we don’t get this at least half-way repaired, you’ll get grime inside the few servos that are repairable. Then we’ll have to spend twice as much to replace them!”

Bumblebee wanted to break out in laughter, for the two of them really DID remind him of when Ratchet had to repair Ironhide! A smile crossed his face as he remembered the last time. Optimus had ended up having to strap old Ironhide down to the exam table for Ratchet. And the language that had come out of the Weapons Specialist’s vocal processors had been very – entertaining. To say the least!

Fortunately for Bee, Droct was actually being far more reasonable about these ‘forced repairs’ than Ironhide would’ve been. When he realized that he was stuck allowing it, he had just glumly sat down and glared at both of them while T’ran worked. Droct was more worried about the prospect of losing out on funds by not being out there immediately after the bombs stirred up the dump’s surface – than anything else. Bee understood this a little bit, for these garbage mechs already survived on little to nothing, and missing out on any recyclable might mean less of that poor-grade energon that barely kept them functioning. But, Droct had to be minimally repaired, and that was that!

Standing ‘guard’ at the door; Bee began to contemplate on just how to go about convincing Droct to let the Autobots rebuild him. He knew Ratchet would likely grumble about the garbage mech’s current condition, and this would most likely just serve to insult the poor mech and make him that much more resistant to allowing a rebuild. Since, then he’d really feel worth less than dirt even more so than he currently did. If that was even possible!

On the other hand, Wheeljack was a little more of a ‘slick talker’ when he needed to be. Bee knew that the inventor wouldn’t say much about Droct’s previous lack of proper maintenance; he’d more likely come up with a simple excuse to get the mech into the med bay. Then he’d talk him into ‘new armor’ or something. Probably by convincing Droct that it was part of his ‘contract’ with the Autobots. Yes, Wheeljack would be the better of the medical officers to handle Droct. Bee decided.

Once he got back to the Autobots, he’d just have to hope that he’d be able to convince Optimus to ‘hire’ Droct. But if he couldn’t, he’d just enlist Bluestreak’s help. Because that mech could talk anyone into anything when he wanted too!

Bee sighed, his shoulders drooping. Yes, he knew his friends would take him back – but would he really be able to get over his fear of Seekers? T’ran kept telling him he would, and he really, really wanted to believe her – but he was terrified that she might be wrong. And he had no idea what his old friends would think if he just froze in a battle situation!

Shaking his head slightly, Bee tore himself from those thoughts. He couldn’t change what had happened, all he could do was to try and move on from it. After all, hadn’t he already proven to himself that he could move on from his fear of bonding?

Looking over at his glum friend, Bee smiled. For that meek mech had helped him get over that fear. By just simply being himself! Not demanding anything, and offering everything he had. No, Bee didn’t know if he’d ever want to bond with any other mech again. Why would he? Droct was perfect for him!

Glancing up, Droct noticed Yellow staring at him with a far away look in his brilliant blue optics. The sight of the first mech who’d ever really liked him, made the garbage mech’s core warm with happiness. A dreamy smile made its way onto his scarred face. Finally relaxing under T’ran’s hands, Droct decided that if Yellow wanted him to sit here and miss out on valuable recyclables – then he would.

T’ran felt her brother finally relax as she worked on his shoulder. She raised her optic ridges in surprise, for Droct had never been this ‘reasonable’ about missing out on recyclables so that he could get repaired. She glanced at Droct’s face and noticed that he was staring at Yellow with a far away look in his optics. Following his gaze, she noticed that the little primered mech had the same exact look on his face.

Chuckling to herself, she bent her head back to the repairs. Obviously, these two were in love, and it was a darned good experience for her brother to finally have!

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New Paint

Transforming, the half-primered bug followed the truck to the other side of the expansive dump. Bouncing up over the bumps, Bumblebee felt a sense of joy that he’d never felt before. For he actually had a mech he could call his own.

Sure, he was still stuck on this rock of a planet, living amongst the poorest of the poor. But that didn’t matter. The little rusted shack was filled with love, and that’s what really mattered.

His new paint was coming in on today’s shuttle, so other than his missing Autobot insignias, he’d finally look just like he used to. Next week, they’d get the parts in to fix his vocals – and then his repairs would be totally complete. Then he could talk to Droct, tell him who he really was, and see if he could convince the garbage mech that it would be a good idea to leave this dump and start ‘working’ for the Autobots. His engines revved in excitement at the mere thought of returning to Autobot city after missions and seeing his friend there waiting for him!

Droct stopped suddenly, causing Bee to almost run into his aft. Shaking himself out of his little fantasy, Bee slammed on his brakes and wished he could apologize for his lack of attention. Transforming, the two mechs scanned the dump together, looking for scraps of metal that they collected and sold to the recyclers. Spotting a piece sticking up out of the trash, Bee trotted over to it, happily motioning to his friend while he tugged on it. With a smile in his optics, Droct joined him and helped dig the large piece out. As they worked together, Bee looked sideways at his friend, realizing that he no longer even thought of how Droct looked. The ghastly mech was beautiful in his optics.

Filling up Droct’s bed, the two returned to the little shack that was home. In front of the door was the shipping box with the paint they had ordered. Transforming first, Bee strolled to the box and patted it with his hand. His intakes opened to help cool his excited engines as Bee grinned back at his friend in elation. Nodding happily to Droct, he hefted the heavy box to his shoulder and carried it inside.

By the time Droct entered, Bee had already stripped all of his armor off, and was kneeling naked by the bunk. Much of his primered armor lay out across it, as he began to paint each section. Smiling behind his mask at his friend’s happiness, Droct kneeled down next to him and offered to help.

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A few hours later, Droct and his friend entered T’ran’s shack. Her optics widened in shock. “Wow Yellow! You really fit your nickname!” she exclaimed, running her fingers approvingly over his shiny yellow hood.

Bee got a smile from audio-to-audio, as he spun, showing off his new gleaming paint job to his two admirers.

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