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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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Into the Mines

“I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” T’ran’s asked as she nonchalantly marched into Droct’s shack without even knocking. Her blue optics narrowed in humor as she noticed the rather embarrassed look on her brother’s face.

“Um, no..” he stammered as he and Bee separated. As the yellow mech slid off of him, Droct sat up and sheepishly rubbed his chin in embarrassment, while he grinned shyly at his friend. Droct just didn’t really know how to react, since there’d never been the opportunity for her sister to have ever ‘interrupted’ him in anything before.

Bee just grinned and nodded at T’ran. Not shy in the least. Heck, the Autobots were stuck living in such tight quarters that a mech just got used to stepping over certain pairings whom were ‘off-shift’ shall we say. So the yellow mech thought nothing of being ‘interrupted’. Other than the fact that she should’ve knocked!

Cocking his head at her, he pointed at the door and made a motion like he was knocking.

T’ran’s optics widened as she realized that she was being chastised by Bee, and then she broke out laughing. “Boy Yellow, you sure are a rather vocal mech – for one that can’t vocalize!” She came over and patted him on his shoulder. “I’ll knock next time, Ok?”

He nodded and grinned at her, still amazed at how easily the siblings had learned to understand his body language. Cuffing her lightly, he let her know that she had indeed ‘interrupted’.

She just chuckled and cuffed him lightly in return. “Sorry, when M’ron asks if I can drag Droct to the mines – you don’t keep him waiting,” she explained.

“The mines?” Droct asked. His voice filled with excitement. He jumped to his feet, the dust from the floor swirling up in angry circles around him. Fumbling with the latches to his armor that Bee had unlatched earlier, he got everything back where it should be.

T’ran nodded. Turning without another word she walked outside. Still grinning mischievously inside her meta, that she’d indeed ‘interrupted’ the two.

Not knowing what was going on, but understanding by Droct’s reaction that it had to be something good, Bee swiftly relatched his own armor. Finishing before Droct, the yellow mech wandered over to the half-rusted through door and shoved it open. Balancing it a little as the lower hinge finally gave out with a pop. Looking at the door which was now hanging haphazardly, he gave a disgusted snort. Now Bee figured he’d have to somehow fix it when they got back from where ever they were headed.

Droct hurriedly put his facemask on, hiding his excited smile. Almost running, he grabbed Bee by the arm as he passed through the doorway. Not even noticing the broken hinge. He jogged after his sister. Avoiding the many holes in the dump’s surface with an agility that Bee never would’ve expected; all while dragging a rather confused yellow mech along.

Bee had no idea why they were so excited about a ‘mine’, but this M’ron mech was the one that T’ran seemed to be dating, so he figured it was a good time to meet the mech. So as they all transformed to alt mode, he kept up as best he could over the rough surface.
Clouds of dust and loose debris filled the air behind them as the three mechs drove off over the dump as fast as they could.

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Bouncing up over another mountain of refuse, Bee caught several feet of air as he came down on the other side. He cringed as a plastic bag caught his bumper, waving in the wind with a loud whooshing sound as he continued to try and keep up with the two garbage mechs. Wishing he could stop and get the bag off, the yellow mech was happy that Sunstreaker couldn’t see him right now. Boy, the nicknames that he’d earn for this one! Bumblebee just chuckled to himself, for he found himself very homesick for those insults now-a-days.

Flooring it to make it up yet another garbage mountain, Bee again sailed over the other side. Only this time, his tires felt hard pavement underneath them when he came down. Scanning around him, he realized that they had now left the dump and were heading down a road towards the metropolis. Ouch!! He silently groaned as he hit a rather deep pothole.

Darting from one side of the road to the other, Bee tried to avoid the numerous potholes as best he could. While still trying to keep his two friends in sight. He was amazed at how fast they could actually go!

Suddenly, the two siblings swerved to the right at a four-way – without even slowing down! Bee felt his weight shift a little too much for comfort on his outside tires as he tried to take the turn at the same velocity. As his weight shifted back to center, he felt his intakes relax a little. He wished he could yell to the two to PLEASE SLOW DOWN!! But he couldn’t! So he was stuck trying to keep up.

They flew by the Recycler merchants that T’ran sold the metal scraps to. Bee wished he could stop a second and really look at the store fronts, but the dilapidated structures went by in a blur. All he could tell; was that there was a whole row of them, and each one had a different metal name over it. So he figured that each one dealt in a different metal alloy or something. Maybe T’ran would take him with her one day?

Continuing on, the three just skirted the very outskirts of the metropolis. And it seemed to be the seediest part of the city as well. Dangerous looking mechs walked the street sides. Their wary optics scanned for any conceivable threat – or victim - for that matter. Bee was kind’ve happy that they zoomed through this dangerous section fairly fast, for he’d hate to get caught, unarmed as he was, by any of those criminal mechs!
They left the outskirts behind them, the potholed road soon becoming a packed down churt road. Pieces of dust and gravel kicked up by his two friends; began to pelt Bee mercilessly. He backed off just slightly, trying to avoid getting any major dings to his new paint job.

The barren landscape soon turned into one of mountains. The lonely rocky peaks rose up as if they were thin fingers trying to caress the very sky. The churt road became a twisting snake as it curled around the sheer rock faces of the mountains. Bee found himself huffing with effort as the six percent uphill grade taxed his strength. But still his friends zoomed on.

Finally, the siblings slammed to a stop and transformed in front of a large steel chain gate. T’ran calmly pushed a button to ask for admittance, not even warm from the dizzying drive up here.

With his intakes straining to cool his systems, Bee transformed and staggered slightly. Droct caught his arm and steadied him, giving him a concerned look. “I’m real sorry we had to push it so fast, but if we don’t get here when they want us – we don’t get paid,” he explained.

Starting to recover as his system’s cooled down; Bee looked at his friend and shrugged dismissively. If it meant more funds to get here quick – who was he to argue?

Droct squeezed his shoulder, “We’ll go slower on the way home – I promise!” he whispered.

T’ran looked back at them as the gate opened. “And on our way home, maybe we’ll have enough extra for some mid-grade!” she joked. Her optics brightened with the anticipation of some real energon.

Bee could feel his core warm at the very thought of some mid-grade. Compared to the low-grade they’d been surviving on, mid-grade would be like the finest wine going down his throat. He gulped in the anticipation of the flavor. Granted, back with the Autobots, he’d have considered mid-grade horrible. But after living with the garbage mechs for so long, he had learned to appreciate many things in life that he’d previously just overlooked.

A group of bulky mechs approached them. The setting star’s rays glinted off their dust-coated body armor. Although they were dust covered, their armor showed careful maintenance – so unlike that of most of the garbage mechs. Bee’s optics were drawn to the diamond-tipped drill heads on the mechs’ robot mode backs. Obviously, these mechs were Miner mechs in their alt mode.

T’ran laughed as she ran up to the group and buried herself in one of the bigger mech’s arms. He spun her around with a smile on his face as his friends laughed and joked.

“Hey M’ron, um, long time?” Droct stammered as he looked bashfully at his feet.

The rest of the group turned their optics to the ugly mech, several of them trying to disguise expressions of repulsion. Droct just kept his optics to the group, obviously used to this reaction.

Bumblebee was a little sickened to his core, for it wasn’t fair that kind, gentle Droct was treated with so much disrespect. Simply because he didn’t look like all the others! The little yellow mech wished that Brawn was here. That Autobot would kick all of their afts for treating Droct like this!

M’ron put T’ran down and slapped the smaller garbage mech on the shoulder, almost knocking Droct onto the ground. A few of his fellow miners snickered derisively. T’ran put her hands on her hips and glared at the bigger mechs. They quieted down, so Bee assumed that her boyfriend, M’ron, must be the leader or something. Ignoring his friends, M’ron’s deep laughter filled the mountain air. “So T’ran here’s, been telling me that you finally went and found yourself a mech. ‘Bout time!”

“Sorry, um, this is Yellow,” Droct stammered as he motioned toward Bee. He was obviously very intimidated by the Miner mech, even though M’ron seemed to be a fairly likeable character and protected T’ran’s brother to a point.

M’ron’s green optics turned towards Bumblebee, and he seemed to evaluate the little mech as he scanned him. “So you’re Yellow,” he stated.

Every optic from the miner’s group fell onto Bee, judging the small mech. A few whispers erupted amongst them, as they discussed him and ‘The Ugly mech’, in not the nicest of terms.

Realizing that the best thing he could do was to blatantly ignore the group of bigger mechs, Bee kept his optics locked on M’ron. Boldly, Bee nodded and offered his hand to the bigger mech. He figured M’ron couldn’t be that bad of a character, since T’ran hung out with him.

Taking his hand, the miner mech gave it a firm shake. “Must say, you’re the best lookin’ one he’s fixed up to date,” he complimented. His optics roved over Bee’s shiny yellow armor, making the smaller mech fidget under the scrutiny.

He could hear the other miners quietly agreeing with M’ron. Trying to ignore them, he felt his core temperature rise in anxiety. Internally shaking himself, he tried to get rid of the sensation of unwanted circuits jamming into his. He knew T’ran wouldn’t let them touch him, and since M’ron seemed to be her ‘back up’ – he knew he was safe from any molestation from the miners.

Droct’s voice interrupted Bee’s thoughts. “Sorry it took us so long to get here. But, um, you wanted me to find a new vein?” Droct asked. He looked up at M’ron with a hopeful expression on his face.

Nodding to Bee, the Miner mech released his hand. M’ron turned and put his arm around Droct as if he was a brother. Guiding the whole group towards the mine entrance, he explained to Droct that they had an order for Iridium. He was sure that Droct could find a better vein than the one they had been mining. And he had until the morning shift came on line – to try and find it.

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