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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: Sorry about the delay, I’ve just had a million and one things on my mind. Then we hit the holiday season. Then I caught a cold. And all the time other stories were being updated at high speed. Anyway, Dirge returns in this chapter. Oh, if you thought Hotwire was a bitch, you are going to see Dirge doing something really horrible. Something even worse than rape.

Froggy: If you doubt anything in this chapter is possible, please remember Bumblebee’s extremely vulnerable mental state.

Harley: And now... is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It’s...

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Chapter Sixteen: SUPERBITCH!

The streets were a blur around Bumblebee as he tore through them, rubber smoking behind him as he put as much distance as he could from the Autobot base, his mind fixed on the image he saw of Hotwire and Prowl locked in a passionate embrace. It sickened him to the core, and he wasn't even sure why. Was it jealousy? Protectiveness? Betrayal? He didn't know, but the feeling had overridden his processor, and all he wanted to do was what he did best; drive.

He kept driving until he was out of the city, and certain that he was no longer being followed, braked to a stop, leaning against a tree. Panting and leaning against the tree, Bumblebee held his face in his hands and rubbed hard, trying to wipe the image away, but it stayed in his mind's optic, tormenting him. What the pit could have come over Hotwire? What did she and Prowl even have in common? Maybe Prowl forced her into it somehow. Yes, that had to be it. So focused inward was Bumblebee that he had forgotten all danger and failed to observe the skies around him... the mostly likely direction for a Decepticon ambush to strike from.

There was a heavy thump a few feet away, and a female voice commented, "Well, well, well. Look at what just crawled out of the scrapheap..." Bumblebee was halfway through turning around, when a hand grabbed him by the neck and slammed him up against a tree, "You're a long way from base, Autobrat," the seeker commented, holding him up off the ground at optic level.

"Starscream!" Bumblebee squeaked out, his red optics going wide and bright as his mind was momentarily overridden by fear. Sheer panic gripped the young Autobot, still traumatized by his recent imprisonment, but then his CPU went through a micro-reboot, and he noticed that some things were off about ‘Starscream’. The voice was that of a femme, the colouring was off slightly in the darkness, and the form of the chassis was a little bit slimmer. This wasn't Starscream...

"It's DIRGE, you little yellow moron!" Dirge snarled, slamming him against a rock wall, "You KNOW that! Don't you ever confuse me for that worthless sack of bolts AGAIN!" A malicious smirk crossed her features, "It seems that what we have here is a runaway," she sneered at him, "Oooh, is the gutless little ground-pounder missing his cell? Doesn't he like it back at Autobot Central? Was he trying to get back to the 'cons for some more fun?"

"N-no!" the Autobot was quick to deny, images of his horrible treatment at Decepticon hands flashing across his optics, "I'm just, uh, out for some fresh air! Yeah!"

"And you're all alone!" Dirge grinned, "Looks like you got your old paintjob back... but oh, Hotwire must have given you those red optics... and that new voicebox... all just waiting to be torn out when I take you back to base! And this time there's no frigid little medi-cunt to patch you up and break you out, so you'd better get ready for a long stay..."

"W-wait!" Bumblebee cried out in Dirge's grip, "Why do you want to take me back to the Decepticon base? How can you stand staying around those losers? Especially Starscream? You're better than all of them put together!" It was an appeal to her reason and ego, both of which were Bumblebee's best bets for getting out of this mess intact, as well as stalling for time.

"Don't take me for a fool, Autobrat!" Dirge punched him in the face, hard, and looked as if she was considering something, "You're right though... those losers are inferior to me... especially Starscream..." her optics narrowed in a cruel smile, "So why should I share you with them?"

Bumblebee did his best to hide his fear, but it was a losing battle. Staring into her narrowed optics, he asked in a shaky voice, "What do you want from me?"

"What do you think I want from you?" Dirge grinned, "The only thing any Autobot is good for!" she threw him into a tree so hard that the trunk snapped.

Bumblebee collapsed to the ground in a heap, moaning in pain and dizzy from the impact, his internal gyros attempting to compensate. He clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away, "Wait... you don't have to do this!" he cried out.

"If you keep annoying me, I'm going to have to rip out your voicebox again," Dirge picked him up, "Now... what can we do to keep you from running away again..?" She grabbed his leg, and twisted it until the armour was crumpled and the servos snapped.

Blinding pain shot through Bumblebee's systems as the servos and knee joint of his leg collapsed like so much cardboard, and he screamed in agony and fear. He clawed at Dirge's arm, trying to free himself, but she was larger and stronger and faster than he was, and even if he were to get free, there was no way he could get away now. His only chance was for the aid of others. Gathering his voice, he cried out as hard as he could, "Someone... HELP ME!"

"You know, I'd tell you to shut up, if it wasn't so blindingly obvious that none of your Autobot cronies are anywhere in the vicinity," Dirge laughed and threw Bumblebee onto the ground, digging the point of her foot into his crotch, "Go ahead... scream..." she purred wickedly.

Bumblebee winced and gasped in pain, writhing on the ground as his mangled leg was jostled about and his crotch painfully pressed. "Please..." he begged quietly, "Just let me go. I don't want any trouble."

"Well I would have thought that was obvious..." Dirge picked him up again, "Tell you what, Auto-brat," she said, walking through the forest, "I'm such a nice femme, and I don't want to get a reputation for having a bad attitude... so do a few little things for me, and I might just let you go back to your 'friends'," she smirked again as they came to a small, abandoned mine she had located a few months ago and never told Megatron about, "Refuse, and I'll make you do them, then offline you."

As Dirge carried him along, Bumblebee clutched at his mangled limb, doing his best to put it back into place. Generally, he considered himself to be a friendly mech, which is why he pointed out, "You could have just asked me first instead of breaking my leg!"

"Oh, I didn't want you running away before you'd heard my proposition," Dirge smirked, "And it's always fun to hear an Autobot scream. So... what do you say?"

Bumblebee considered his options, or rather lack thereof. Despite her semi-friendly attitude, Bumblebee knew that Dirge was going to get what she wanted one way or another, and she obviously wanted the young Autobot to stick around. So really, his options were between staying and hoping she treated him better, or incurring her wrath. The last thing he wanted was more endless torment. At least now she was separating him from the other Decepticons. And, despite her obvious cruelty, there was a chance she might be kinder to him than the others... if he cooperated. Maybe, "...Alright,” he sighed, falling limp in her grasp, "Just don't ask me to blow up any of my friends."

"Good little mech," Dirge threw him onto the floor of the mine, "Now it's funny, isn't it... I was thinking, while interfacing with one of my unskilled, impotent, pathetic brothers - Sunstorm - that you are much better at it than any of them, despite being an Autobot. Maybe I should put it down to all the practice you've had, whore," she sneered, her red optics shining in the dark cave.

Despite the near-overwhelming fear he felt in the dark confines of the cave, as defenceless as a sparkling, Dirge's cruel taunting drew up an ugly feeling inside his chassis. The feeling burned in his chassis around his spark, causing the little Autobot to lash back. "I wasn't given a choice!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls. He fought to keep the tears from spilling out.

"Aw, you think I don't know that?" Dirge asked him. It wasn't as if she hadn't made him screw her before. Watching the terrified Autobot cowering at her feet, an idea started to come to her. She'd been intending to make him screw her a few times to make up for the incompetence of just about every other 'con back at the base - they didn't even scream half as loud as this little glitch did – and then maybe offline him... but then again, he was so completely scared and alone; this could be a marvellous opportunity, just too good for passing up. Maybe there was something Autobots were useful for besides interface. She tested the theory, "And of course, after the thrashing Starscream got from Megatron for letting you and Hotwire escape, he's looking for one or the other of you to take it out on... preferably you, since Hotwire can actually fight back."

The look of fear he gave her was absolutely priceless and told her everything she needed to know about Bumblebee's feelings on the topic. Bumblebee was terrified of Starscream, and anything someone was terrified of, they also hated.

"Oh, don't be so scared, Bumblebee," Dirge laughed, "I know you hate Starscream. You went with Hotwire because she hates him too, right? But I hate Starscream even more than that sentimental glitch does... and I can actually protect you from him..."

"Protect me?" Bumblebee asked incredulously, looking up at her in the same manner someone would if she grew a second head, "Why would you do that?"

"Oh, of course I would," Dirge smirked, enjoying this, "Hotwire's just a ground-pounder, she can't fly like I can, and take Starscream on in the air. Why, do you really think I wouldn't like to see his CPU scattered all over the road?"

That finally caused Bumblebee to pause, silent for a moment as he stared up the femme seeker. Very slowly, he nodded his head. "That makes two of us,” he said finally, "I'd ask how could I trust you, but..." he glanced down at his broken leg. "...it doesn't seem I have a choice there, either."

"Aw, I'm so sorry," Dirge lied, "But I was worried that a skittish little mech like you would try to run away, and some of you Autobots are very good at escaping..." Yes, a little flattery, a little fear... Dirge knew you could often get what you wanted by asking nicely much faster than beating somebody about, "Why did you run away?" she asked him, putting on a sorrowful expression, "Did somebody back at base hurt you?"

Bumblebee looked surprised by the question, which told her how close to the mark she was. But Bumblebee quickly shook his head, trying to deny it. "No, no... not really, I mean. They didn't mean it..." he struggled to say, his mistrust of the Decepticon at odds with his need to get it out.

"Aw, that's so sweet," Dirge knelt down in front of the trembling mech, putting a hand on his shoulder. Her claws dug in just enough to keep him from pulling away, "Your friends hurt you, and you still try to forgive them. But they must have meant it, otherwise why else would you have run away?" This was fun.

Bumblebee looked even more confused by Dirge's actions, taken off guard, and thoroughly vulnerable. "They... they just liked each other, I guess. But when I saw them kissing, I... I... couldn't stand it."

"Oh, did you like one of them?" Dirge's red optics shone, "Oh, that was so mean of them..." she tapped her lips, thinking. Prey on their vulnerabilities, attack where they were weakest, find out what they were emotionally attached to... and take advantage of it, "It looks like there's nobody back at base you can really trust anymore," she said, smiling.

"They're my friends. I can trust them..." Bumblebee insisted, "But there was this, and... and they wouldn't trust me when I said Hotwire was okay, and..." Something inside Bumblebee finally snapped, a barrier gave way, and the young mech started to shake uncontrollably, "They left me!" he cried out, curling into a ball, "How could they leave me?! I would have kept looking for them! I wouldn't have stopped!" Hot, oily tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to shield his face from her, ashamed of himself.

"It's simply terrible what they've done to you," Dirge smiled as nicely as she could. Considering things, this wasn't very nicely at all - there was still a distinct element of smirk in it, "It's not your fault at all." She didn't want to have to spend days upon days gaining Bumblebee's trust, "They just left you there, didn't even check to see if Megatron was lying... it's such a shame... But don't cry, it's not your fault they don't care about you... Why, Hotwire didn't even install any weapons in you for you to defend yourself!" she said, sounding shocked.

Bumblebee couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard he tried. It all came flooding out of him in one big rush. The feelings of abandonment, of helplessness. Of how now he wasn't even sure of the one who had rescued him. He felt so lost, and the twisted thing was that the only one listening to him was an untrustworthy Decepticon who had captured him. Slowly, he peeled his hands away from his tear-streaked face, wide optics looking up into the femme's face hopefully. "...Will you install them for me?" he asked.

"Of course I will!" Dirge said, delighted. Bumblebee had practically forgotten that she too had taken advantage of him in the Decepticon base, "The only problem is... that all the upgrades are back at base, and you're just not safe going back there, are you? Not with Starscream in such a bad mood..."

Bumblebee tensed at the mention of the seeker who had given him the greatest share of abuse during his captivity. Then he sighed, partially out of mental exhaustion and partially out of frustration. "I need to be able to defend myself better," he told the femme, "As I am now, I'm so...so..."

"Weak?" Dirge smiled cruelly, "Of course. So many Autobots are weak... I understand how frustrated that must make you feel."

Bumblebee looked down at his hands, clinching and unclinching them. He didn't like being called weak, but that was exactly the right word. He was weak and fragile and he could barely defend himself, much less his friends. Looking up at Dirge, the tears stopped flowing, and his face hardened somewhat. "Can you make me strong?" he asked.

"Yes, I can," Dirge smiled, "But it will be a long, hard trek. You'll have to trust that this is what's best for you."

Bumblebee nodded slowly. "It is,” he told her with a degree of certainty she hadn't heard from him up to this point.

"Now..." Dirge smiled, and if Bumblebee had been paying attention, he might have seen that it was not unlike Starscream's enjoyment when he screamed - predatory, "Your so-called 'friends' won't like the idea of me helping you much. They obviously want you to remain weak so that they can take advantage of you in their own way."

Bumblebee frowned. He wasn't sure he entirely agreed with her assessment of his friends' motives... but then again, she was a Decepticon, and that sort of behaviour was expected in their ranks. He let the remark go, nodding to her.

Dirge considered things, “You said you saw 'them' kissing... who are they? And why did it bother you so very much?"

Bumblebee squirmed, trying not to shift his injured leg too much. That question struck him personally, and uncomfortably, he responded, "It was Hotwire... and Prowl. I don't know why it bothered me so much..."

"Oooh, Hotwire?” Dirge smirked. This was getting better with every moment, “I wouldn't have thought she would want to hurt you... In which case, it must have been Prowl's fault..."

The young Autobot rubbed his head slowly, the image again returning to his consciousness. "I don't know why else it would happen,” he admitted, "I didn't think they had much in common...and Prowl has always been the weird one on the base, you know?"

"Yes... but he's also rather skilled for an Autobot..." Dirge purred, "And very persuasive. Hotwire on the other hand... well, she keeps to herself when she can. So if he's been spending time alone with her, it would be easy to trick her..."

The idea of Hotwire being manipulated by anyone, especially a fellow Autobot, angered Bumblebee, and it showed in the set of his face and glow of his red optics. "He could do it,” he admitted to do Dirge, "I bet he did, too, the jerk..."

"Yes," Dirge purred, planting doubts and weasel words in Bumblebee's still vulnerable mind, "And to think you called him a friend... Why, I bet Optimus Prime trusts him more than he trusts you... that would explain why he had Prowl watch over Hotwire, not you."

Bumblebee's face contorted in anger, and he growled, "Prime didn't take me at my word. Not once. None of them did! I told them Hotwire was alright, but they all had to keep watch on her..."

"That's right," Dirge smiled like a Sharkticon in the darkness, "And now... now you can't even trust Hotwire because she's so much in Prowl's grasp... even she doesn't trust you as much as she did..."

"No! I've got to talk to her! She's my friend! I... UGH!" Bumblebee tried to get to his feet, but his injured leg gave out from under him, depositing the young Autobot on the cave floor.

"Of course she's your friend," Dirge agreed, "I just can't understand why, if she's your friend... she didn't come out to find you, or install a new com link to help you contact base again..." she sighed.

"She probably is looking for me now,” Bumblebee responded, nursing his aching leg, "But as for a com... maybe she didn't have time to install it. Maybe she was too distracted by Prowl."

That's right, turn away from your friends, Dirge thought, "Yes, she clearly cares more about Prowl than she does you," the femme smiled, "That must be so hard to admit to yourself... but you're all the stronger for doing so."

"No,” Bumblebee said, shaking his head vigorously, "She cares about me. Prowl is just being a jerk like he always is, though. I've gotta show her that!"

Hmmm... seemed the Autobot still had some resistance in him. This would have to be handled with care, "Well... it's difficult for me to help when I don't know the full extent of the situation," Dirge said, "And I doubt even you know. But I know how you can find out..." she watched him closely.

Bumblebee slowly glanced up at her with questioning eyes. "How?' he asked her.

"Well..." Dirge produced a small transmitter about the size of a button, "All you have to do is put one of these on you, and on anybody you want to monitor, and you'll be able to hear everything they're doing," and so will I, she thought, "Just tune it to the right person..." Ironically, this was one of Hotwire's more useful inventions, "You can watch everybody in the base this way," she told him.

The young mech reached out to take the device, his eyebrows raised in surprise. That would be a very useful device. He had only heard of little interface devices like this in spy holograms, and the chance to actually use one for real sounded fun. Of course, he wouldn't be going anywhere for the time being. Not with his leg messed up.

"Would you like to be able to talk with me again?" Dirge asked him slyly.

Bumblebee hesitated to answer the question. Despite her attempts at being friendly with him, he wasn't quick to trust a Decepticon. Especially after what she made him do back at their base. Still, she was acting differently towards him than most, and Hotwire had taught him not to instantly judge people. Hesitantly, he answered, "...yes."

"Good," Dirge smiled wider than ever, and gave him a small disk, "This is my personal com-link. Just use it whenever you need somebody to talk to that you trust, and nobody else will hear you." she paused, "In return, I'd like to have yours, so that I can contact you..."

Nodding, Bumblebee swiftly burned a disk with his own information and passed it on to her. Pausing, he looked into her optics and frowned. "Why did you treat me differently back in the Decepticon base?" he asked her carefully, "When you made me do... you know..."

"Oh, Bumblebee, I didn't want to," Dirge lied, "But if I hadn't, the other Decepticons might have suspected that I sympathised with your plight, and then there would have been nothing I could do to help you... I didn't expect Hotwire was going to repair you so quickly."

Even in his wounded and confused state, Bumblebee didn't fully buy the explanation. Not that he blamed her for wanting to make her intentions seem more noble. Feeling more relaxed in her presence, he felt confident enough to give her a little smirk, dryly replying, "Yeah, because I'm sure you didn't enjoy it at all."

"I understand," Dirge looked sad, "You don't trust me because I'm working for the Decepticons. You think I'll hurt you for fun..." That ought to poke at him. He hadn't trusted Hotwire at first because she'd been working for the 'cons.

"I was joking,” Bumblebee replied, rolling his optics, "You know, ha ha? And not the 'hurting others' kinda funny." His usual, relaxed attitude was finally starting to show around her, an indication that his fear of her had receded.

"I see," Dirge smiled. Time to get this little bug back so that he could prove useful, "Now... shall I fly you back into Detroit? I'll drop you off outside a garage, and you can get towed back to the base in the morning. Nobody need know about our little chat, and you won't get into trouble with Optimus Prime."

Bumblebee's reply to her was not quite what Dirge was expecting. Frowning and curling up, making himself smaller, he quietly said, "Thanks, but...I'd rather stay away from them. Just a little while." The image of Prowl and Hotwire passed through his mind again, elliciting a shiver of disgust. He couldn't yet bring himself to face them. Not yet.

Dirge was surprised, but pleased. She'd wanted to 'bug' the place as soon as possible, but gaining some more of Bumblebee's loyalty couldn't hurt. Oh yes... this was fun...

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Harley: Yep. Bitch.

Froggy: Anonymous reviews are re-enabled, at least for a while. Until a jerk comes and rips the place apart again.
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