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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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Living a Lie

“How’s Yellow doing today?” T’ran asked Droct. She was concerned about the yellow mech, since he’d been acting differently ever since they got back from their trip to the mines.

Droct shrugged, motioning to his shack. “Well, he’s fixed the door hinge, patched all the walls as best he can, and used the left over yellow paint to put a coat on the place. Been a busy bee every night,” he answered. He didn’t know if he should be concerned, or if this was the mech’s normal energy level – now that he was almost completely repaired.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” T’ran said as she put her hands on her hips. She looked over the expansive landfill, seeing the yellow form trucking along, looking for recyclables all by himself. He’d become so manically hyper, that he wasn’t even waiting for the two siblings to reactivate, before rushing out to do his work. And then the little mech wouldn’t even slow down and relax when he was done. He’d find something to do at Droct’s shack, and continue working until he just about fell over in exhaustion.

Droct sighed; his nosy sister was good at spotting things about a mech’s relationship. “Well, he’s been so busy we just haven’t had time,” he said dismissively.

T’ran’s optics locked with her brothers. Considering the fact that before they went to the mines the little freager couldn’t seem to keep his hands off Droct – and now he didn’t seem to have time to do that… Something was really bothering the mech. And she suspected that it had something to do with Droct’s past. But she just couldn’t fathom what it was.

“Well, we get the new vocal processing unit in today. Maybe that’s what has got him so hyped up,” she said. Looking at her brother she realized that he wasn’t seeing what she was. He was just seeing a high energy mech that seemed to want to fix up Droct’s entire lifestyle. So she wasn’t about to say anything, until she figured out what was bothering the yellow mech.

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Bumblebee drove around the dump looking for recyclables. He didn’t want the company of his two friends, because he needed this time alone to think. And hell, did he have a lot to think about!

He loved a mech, who’s entire life had been destroyed by the Autobots. Just that simple fact made it hard to face Droct. And it was ripping his spark apart just to think about it. He’d kept himself busy doing stuff, not because he didn’t want to bond with the mech. But because every time he looked, or touched, the mech’s deformed body – he knew that the Autobots were to blame for it. The guilt was tearing him apart at the seams.

And now, today, he’d be able to speak. All those wonderful lines about being an Autobot and getting Droct hired on, that he’d practiced in his mind for all these months. Now seemed arrogant and pointless, what was an Autobot other than a blind mech that lived unawares of all the other mech groups’ pain and suffering? Yes, the Autobots thought they were righteous and good – but were they really? How many other Drocts were out there that they had unknowingly hurt and maimed?

Bee’s shoulders drooped in shame. The Autobots didn’t know what it was REALLY like to live and struggle day-to-day. They didn’t know or appreciate the true sweetness of mid-grade energon, or a day of no work, or the simple joy of helping another mech when you had nothing to offer but love. These simple things were beyond the Autobots’ comprehension.

If Droct knew what he was, would he ever want to kiss Bee again? Would he storm angrily out of his shack, rightfully blaming Bee for much of his pathetic life? Bee was sure that the mech might never want Autobot hands to touch him. To try and repair the damage they’d done. For they’d never shown any concern before, for mechs caught in the middle. Hell, even old Ironhide was always spouting that ‘mechs that support cons, get what they deserve’ after any of them got caught in the middle of a battle.

No, Bee couldn’t tell Droct that he was an Autobot. But he knew T’ran’s sharp mind had figured out that something had been bothering him. And knowing her, she’d already figured out that it had something to do with her story. Also, how would he explain just why the cons had captured and tortured him? Kicking a piece of refuse, Bee watched it careen crazily in the breeze. His life seemed to be like that right now, careening with no direction. But he had to think of something. He had sworn never to leave Droct hadn’t he? He loved the mech. So just how far would he go to stay with Droct?

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Bumblebee lay quietly on the bunk, his access panel right under his neck open. Droct and T’ran worked together, trying to properly install the intricate processing unit. Starscream had ripped out the main processing unit, but not the actual vocal simulator – so Bumblebee knew he’d have his old voice back soon. In a sense, he knew he should be elated with joy. For he was going to finally be whole again! But the heaviness in his core reminded him of his decision. And it was a decision he’d never in a million years think he’d freely choose. But it was the only right decision, wasn’t it? The only way to repay Droct back for everything he’d given Bee – and everything the Autobots had taken from him.

Smiling at each other, the two garbage Mechs nodded that they were done. Closing the access panel, Droct patted him gently on his chest. His optics shined with the satisfaction of finally making the yellow mech whole again.

Sitting up, Bee forced the heavy feeling from his core. He had made his decision, hadn’t he? Knew what he had to say. So forcing a warm smile to cross his face, Bumblebee looked at his two friends. “Thanks guys, I owe you big time;” he said. He forced a cheery tone to enter his voice, for he’d made his decision. He’d found a way to stay with Droct. The heaviness tried to creep back into his core, but he fought it down again, since he’d decided to leave his old life behind. But he owed the garbage mech so much, the Autobots owed the mech so much – he knew that Optimus would understand. Even if he never knew what had happened to Bumblebee.

T’ran studied him, “well, we figured you’re neither a Con nor a garbage mech. So what are you, Yellow?” she asked. Her optics watched him intently.

He grinned as the weight finally lifted off his chest. He was no longer an Autobot; he was Droct’s bond mate. His decision was now set in stone. “Name’s Bee, I was a courier mech.”

T’ran crossed her arms, sensing that the yellow mech was hiding something. Thinking about his odd change in behavior after learning about Droct’s accident, and the fact that the Decepticons had obviously captured and tortured him for some time – she just knew he had some connection to the Autobots. And by golly, she was going to make him admit it. “So why did the Seekers find you so interesting Bee? Who’d you work for?”

Bee gulped, but he had anticipated the sharp femme’s questions. That’s why he’d decided that being a courier mech was the best way to explain things – without admitting that he had actually been an Autobot. “Well, I was working for the Autobots when they caught me.” He looked down on the ground. He’d said the partial lie. He’d admitted some connection to the faction that had done this to Droct. But would they accept it? Would they accept him now? The guilt ran through him, but he knew it was the only way. The only way Droct would let him stay.

Droct and T’ran looked at each other, thinking his expression of guilt was because he knew they didn’t like the Autobots and he had once worked for them. It did make perfect sense for a courier to be working for one faction or the other. And the opposing faction would indeed try and catch the courier. To torture him to find out information about the other side, it was a highly dangerous profession to be sure. No wonder Bee was so tough!

Droct looked up at Bee, hesitation in his optics. Couriers had exciting lives, they traveled throughout the Galaxy. They generally made a good living. So how could he expect Bee to now want to stay with him? And he was no brave mech; he couldn’t very well follow the courier mech all over the Galaxy. He’d end up getting them both off lined. “Do you want to go back? Be a courier again?” he asked.

Glancing from T’ran to Droct, Bee felt relief flood through his core. They’d believed everything he’d said. And it didn’t seem to bother them that he’d been employed by the Autobots. Droct was afraid he’d want to leave, want to go back to the exciting life of a courier. “Well, after what happened when I got caught. I don’t know if I want to go back,” he answered. At least most of it was the truth.

T’ran got a big smile on her face as she understood what the yellow mech was implying. He seemed to want to stay. He didn’t want to face those Seekers again. Elbowing her brother in his side, she winked at him. “I think he’s trying to say, that he wants to be a garbage mech,” she whispered. Glancing at Bee’s smile, she knew she was on the right track.

An amazed smile crossed Droct’s face. For the gorgeous courier mech wanted to give up all that wealth and excitement – for him!

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