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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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Coming Clean

T’ran marched in, not even waiting for her own engines to cool down from her dizzying drive from the other mine. Her keen optics assessed the situation. There was a small half-naked Autobot laying on a rock platform, with one of the dancer femmes still patiently dripping energon down his feeding tube. The Autobot’s legs were spread, and Droct and Bee were leaned over him from both sides, trying to piece his insides back together.

Sighing with disgust, because she had hoped that Droct was finally done with fixer-uppers; plus the fact that he had chosen to put them all in danger by snagging the Decepticons’ little ‘decoration’ right off the front of their ship; T’ran marched up to Droct and put her hand on his shoulder. “You got in deep on this one Droct,” she said. Her optics showed her disagreement with his actions.

He looked up, meeting her hard optics with a sheepish look. “I couldn’t let him die T’ran. Bee knows the mech,” he replied.

Looking over at the yellow mech, T’ran’s harsh optics made him squirm. “Do you realize what kind’ve danger you’ve put us all in Bee? And all for a stinking Autobot?” she knew she shouldn’t be so harsh, but of all mechs, Bee knew how they felt about Autobots. Regardless of if he had worked with this one or not – he knew!

Bee looked sheepishly up at the dominant femme. “Cliffjumper saved my aft; I just couldn’t let him die.” His voice broke slightly as he explained.

She sighed in exacerbation. “So did this slogger ever risk his own aft to save yours?” Her optics narrowed, for Bee had risked more than his own tail pipes on this one – he’d risked all of theirs. Maybe he hadn’t thought of that?

“Yes he has,” Bee simply said. In his core, he knew he’d done what had to be done. And there was no way T’ran was going to make him sorry for it. Even though he knew that she was drilling him merely out of concern for the safety of her brother and the others. They weren’t involved in the Autobot/Decepticon conflict – and avoided being involved at all costs. He did feel bad in getting them to help with the rescue, but there hadn’t been any other way.

Seeing him stand up to her, T’ran knew he must be speaking the truth. Trying to ignore the Autobot insignia on the unconscious mech’s shoulders, she scanned his external damage with her optics. Sliding next to Droct, she ran her hand along Cliffjumper’s exposed circuits. “So what seems to be the problem with his processors Droct?” she asked.

Pulling his fingers out of the circuits he was trying to piece back together, Droct turned to his sister. “He was gangbanged badly. I think when they broke through his firewalls, the sheer number of different con sparks fragmented most of his base programs. He’s continually trying to reboot, gets about half-way, then his default causes an automatic shutdown to protect him from further frag.”

T’ran ran her fingers lightly on his damaged aft circuits that they’d been working on. By the amount of damage it was obvious that he’d been raped repeatedly and violently. Even though he was an Autobot, she felt a little sorry for the mech. For no one deserved that. But if his processors were that fragmented there were only two ways to repair him.

“Well, we either figure out a way to get him to a major Autobot base where they have the equipment and programs to straighten out his processors.. Or…” she stopped her thought, for the second choice was even more improbable than the first choice.

“Or what?” Bee asked hopefully. His optics pleaded with her to perform some kind of miracle. They’d never get him to a major Autobot base. Not only did they not have the funds, but it’d be impossible to hide an unconscious Autobot from the Decepticons during the trip on commercial transports.

“Or we find an Autobot willing to integrate systems with him. Then we can use that Autobot’s base programs and defrag programs to straighten his out.” T’ran’s optics were harsh, for she knew that possibility was less likely than the first.

Bee felt like he’d been hit in the core by Motor Master. For here he was, the only one who could fix Cliffjumper, but to do it, he’d have to tell them that he’d been lying to them all these years. But he owed the Autobot his life didn’t he? Then again, he owed Droct just as much. Pulling his hands out of Cliffjumper’s circuitry, he moved towards the tunnels. “I’ve got to go think for a while,” he said quietly.

Droct moved to go after him, but T’ran stopped him. “There’s no way we can fix this mech Droct, and Bee’s just upset. Leave him be..”

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Bee stumbled down the pitch black mine shack, using his infrared to find his way. His meta was overcome by a cascading tide of conflicting emotions. He knew he HAD to come clean. Had to tell them now! And he wouldn’t even have Cliffjumper’s support when he faced the music for his lies. He knew it’d been wrong to lie back when he’d told them he was a courier mech. But it’d felt like the right choice at the time.

He loved Droct down to his very core. And had never meant to hurt the mech. But he was fixing to tear his world apart, and he knew it. Droct would probably hate him. Never want to see him again. And Bee would return to the Autobots alone, unloved, and miserable. But he’d dug his own hole when he had started the lie; had dug it ever deeper as the orbit cycles had passed.

He sat down heavily, putting his head in his hands. For hours he sobbed, knowing what he had to do, and hating himself for being an Autobot in the first place.

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“Hey Bee, you ok?” T’ran’s voice asked softly.

Wiping the energon tears from his face, Bee leaned back against the rock of the mine shaft’s wall. He was a little glad that it was T’ran and that she was alone. He just couldn’t bear to face Droct right now.

Sitting down next to him, the femme put her arm across his shoulders. “Hey, I know it’s hard to accept that we can’t fix him. But you’ve got to Bee,” she said as she consoled him. She thought about her brother, still in there working on the damned Autobot’s circuitry. Like he was trying to deny the truth of the mech’s condition! And he was only doing it because Bee cared for the mech lying on that table.

Bee’s optics filled with tears and he trembled in anxiety. He had to tell her, now, right now. “But… we can fix him T’ran..” he stammered, not even able to look into her optics.

T’ran shook her head, knowing Bee was just trying to deny it. Just like Droct was. “I told you what he needs. We don’t have access to either. We can’t fix him Bee.” She rubbed his shoulder as she stated the facts.

His coolant systems came on, trying to keep his overheating systems from exceeding their limits. His entire system reacting to his internal stress of what he had to admit…. “We do have access… to an Autobot..” he stammered, his head still bowed, his optics glued to the floor.

“You know where one is on this planet?!” T’ran asked incredulously. For she hadn’t heard of any strangers other than the cons, bothering to visit this far-away system in eons.

He shuddered as he nodded, still not quite able to admit it.

“Where is he? We need to get him here immediately!” T’ran said excitedly. She stood up as if she was going to rush out and grab the Autobot right off the streets.

“He’s… He’s.. right here..” Bee said haltingly; not moving an inch, not able to look at her.

T’ran’s optics widened in disbelief as she quickly realized what he was saying. “But you said you were just a courier. That you just worked for them!”

“I lied,” Bee sobbed.

Suddenly, he was picked up by his throat and slammed against the wall. T’ran’s optics glistened in rage as she glared at him. “First of all, you know how we feel about Autobots Bee… Secondly, I hate liars far worse than I hate Autobots!” Slapping him with her other hand, she knocked him to the side.

Not even trying to put up a defense against her righteous rage, Bumblebee slumped against the wall and sobbed. “I was afraid I’d lose him, T’ran. Before you told me what had happened to him, I was going to take him back with me. Get him a job with us.” His sobbing interrupted his sentence. “After you told me, I knew he’d hate me if he ever found out what I am.” Bumblebee looked up at her, meeting her rage-filled optics. “I’d do anything not to lose him T’ran. If I could change what I am, I’d do it! I promise I’d do it!” He collapsed sobbing back on the floor.

T’ran glared at him in stony silence for a few minutes. Her rage at his admission and his lies tore her to her very core. He was going to hurt Droct far worse than the inferno had, because he was going to tear the mech’s very spark in half! She wanted to rip the yellow mech into little pieces with her bare hands. Stomp him into the ground for what he was and the lies he had lived. Make him disappear like he’d never entered their lives.

But she couldn’t and she knew it. And as she watched the yellow Autobot sob his spark out, her rage began to cool. For it was obvious that he did indeed love her brother. True, he’d lied about what he was and how he’d come to be in the landfill. But he’d done it to stay with Droct hadn’t he? If Droct had known he was an Autobot back then, it would’ve torn him up, and he’d probably have kicked the mech out. But Bee had given up even more than he’d let on – just to stay with Droct.

Why the hell did a freagin’ Autobot have to fall for Droct?! Of all mechs that he could’ve found, it had to be one of them. And now she was faced with this dilemma. She knew she could eventually talk her brother into forgiving Bee for his lies. But could he ever forgive the Autobots? How could he after what they’d done to him? But then an idea coursed through her, an idea that possibly could make everything alright for once.

Kicking the yellow mech with minimal roughness, she got the slogger to quit bawling and look up at her. “Stand up,” she ordered. The tone of her voice telling him that he’d better do everything she asked.

Sniffing back his sobs, Bumblebee slowly rose to his feet. His shoulders slumped in shame as he stared at the floor.

“Damnit, look at me like a freagin’ mech!” she ordered. If he was a damned soldier, then he’d better take it like one.

Hesitantly, he raised his blue optics and met hers. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, knowing that he deserved any punishment she decided to dish out.

“So what’s your real name?” she demanded.

“Um, Bumblebee..” he answered, his voice a little weak. Waves of anxiety rolled through him, the truth so hard to speak…

Putting her hands on her hips, she glared at him. “And who’s the commander of your post?” she asked. Depending on his post, was his position in the organization. Was he a simple enlisted mech, or an officer?

“Um, Optimus Prime,” he admitted. His shoulders drooped even more, for now she knew that he worked in Central Command; the highest command post in the Autobot military.

“So you’re a fraggin’ officer, huh?” she stated coldly. Now she knew that the Decepticons would never give up looking for the red mech back on that table, since if Bumblebee had ‘worked’ with that mech, he must be an officer too. With his lies and his actions, this yellow slogger had gone and dragged them smack in the middle of the Autobot/Decepticon civil war. He’d put all their lives at great risk. She fought the urge to smack him around some more for that as well.

“Um, yep..” he wanted to look back down at his toes, but her strong gaze wouldn’t release him. He knew she’d quickly figure out that Cliffjumper was likely an officer too. And he was sure that she wasn’t thrilled in the least.

She pushed him against the wall, her face merely inches from his. “You disgust me right now, Bumblebee. You’ve dragged us into the middle of YOUR damned war and you know it. I just hope nobody gets off lined because of your lies! But for Droct’s sake, I’ll help you. But there are a few things you’ve got to promise me.” Her engines revved, showing her hot emotions very, very clearly. The bright harshness of her optics showed just how close to violence she really was.

“Anything, T’ran, anything,” he stammered, still wanting to disappear into the stone beneath his feet. He was a piece of slag for not having the metal to tell them what he was years ago. He knew it, she knew it. And now he’d honestly do anything he could in order to make it right.

“We will convince Droct to forgive you. But after you and your friend get back to your base, you have to come back,” her optics bore into his. “You have to bring a real medic to rebuild Droct, to repair what you did.”

“I wanted to, but I –“

“I don’t care why you didn’t, you’re going to now. Period!” she growled as she cut him off. “And if he wants you to stay with him, you stay.. If he wants to go, you go.. And if he doesn’t want you – you leave afterwards.” The tone of her voice had the ring of finality, the fact that there would be no discussion, no negotiation. “You and the rest of your Primus-damned faction need to stay away from us. Leave us to live in peace!”

Bumblebee fought back his sobs, he didn’t want to even think about living without Droct. But he knew that their future together was now in Droct’s hands. Nausea filled his core as he stared into the angry blue optics of Droct’s sister, he didn’t feel strong enough to face the mech.

Stepping back from him, she roughly grabbed his arm. Without another word, she began to drag him back up the mine shaft.. Reluctantly, Bee followed her back to the main shaft. His feet felt like they were covered in concrete as he tread heavily on the rock-strewn floor.

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“Droct, I need you out here,” T’ran called in.

Looking up from his repairs, Droct nodded to the two dancer femmes to keep an optic on the unconscious Autobot. Slowly he straightened up, his faulty shocks screaming in disagreement. Stretching a little, he rubbed his deformed shoulder and walked towards the side shaft. The gentle tap-tap of his metal feet as they hit the stone; filled the stony silence of the mine shaft.

T’ran closed the metal sheet behind them; and motioned for Droct to sit down on the opposite side of the shaft as Bee.

Confused, Droct looked from his sister, to his bond mate. That yellow mech was sitting, slumped and tearful on the floor. Not even meeting Droct’s optics. Sitting down, the garbage mech studied his love with concern. He just wanted to wrap his arms around Bee and tell him that everything would be ok.

“Bee’s got something to tell you,” T’ran said. She fought down her hot anger. She knew she’d have to keep Droct from off lining the yellow bastard when he found out. She had to be the mediator, regardless of how she felt about it all.

By the tone of her voice, Droct could tell that she wasn’t in the mood for any kind of argument from the yellow mech. Just what the devil had Bee done to make her so mad at him? Droct wondered.

Still keeping his optics glued to the ground, the yellow mech shifted nervously. “I, um, lied Droct. I’m not a courier mech.” Bee admitted. He gulped, trying to ignore the nausea coursing through him.

Droct could almost slice the tension that was in the air. But if he hadn’t been a courier mech, what in the sloggers had he been? “Then what were you?” Droct asked innocently.

Bee’s shoulders shook in silent sobs. “I’m an Autobot,” he admitted; His voice full of shame.

Rage flooded through Droct. He’d shared his very spark with a damned Autobot! And the little freager even knew what had happened. Was this some kind of sick game Bee was playing? Was the physical pain that they had caused Droct not enough – now they had to take his very spark?! Standing up swiftly, Droct went to start beating the yellow slogger. He wanted the mech to really feel his pain. Not only the physical pain – but the emotional pain!

But T’ran was in the way, and she wouldn’t let him pass. Droct yelled at her to move, but she held her ground. She shoved him back, causing him to hit the wall hard. Then she stood between the two of them, still glaring at Bee for forcing her to do this. “I’ve already punished Bee for his lies, Droct. And now you’re going to listen to how he’s gonna repay you.” The tone of her voice told her brother he had no choice but to accept the situation. For she had always been kind’ve the leader of the two of them.

Still looking at the ground, Bumblebee’s voice trembled with his shame. “Um, once we get Cliffjumper fixed. He and I will go back to Central Command. I’ll come back with the funds I promised the dancers, and, um, a medic to rebuild you.” He glanced up timidly, his optics hoping to see any softening in Droct’s anger. Any hope that Droct would forgive him.

The garbage mech’s optics were hard. He still couldn’t believe this damned Autobot had let him fall in love with him, had shared his spark with him. Even though he had known how Droct felt about Autobots. Damned right, the freager owed him a rebuild! The blasted Autobots owed a lot of mechs that. But just because his outside would be fixed, didn’t mean his spark would ever be. After this damned yellow Autobot had gone and ripped it in half with his lies.

Standing back up, Droct turned his back on Bumblebee. “Then I guess we need to finish fixing the slaggin’ Autobot then,” he said coldly. Turning his back on the yellow mech, he had nothing more to say to the one who’d destroyed his very spark.

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