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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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Understanding

Cliffjumper couldn’t stop himself, the second the tube was completely out of his mouth, he stared up at Bumblebee and exclaimed “What in Primus’ name?!?!” He still couldn’t get the picture of Bumblebee lip-locked with that ghastly mech out of his meta. Heck, they’d kissed right over him. So what’d Bee expect?

His yellow friend’s optics widened. These were not the words he’d expected from Cliffjumper. Looking down at his feet, he kind’ve figured just what the red mech was referring to, but he thought it was best to play dumb. “What do you mean?” he inquired in his most innocent tone.

Cliffjumper’s optics widened in amazement, the freager had to know what he was talking about?!?! “I find you – alive. When we all have thought you were off line FOR CYCLES! You’re surrounded by some of the prettiest femmes I’ve ever laid optics on. And you’re kissing THAT?!?!”

“Well, you’re welcome for us rescuing your aft,” Bumblebee said simply. He was trying to avoid answering Cliffjumper’s question.

The red mech glared at him. “Ya, Thanks a bunch. But you’re avoiding the question.”
He cocked his head, giving the yellow mech an expectant look.

“Oh that? Um, Droct’s my bond mate,” Bee answered simply. He shifted uneasily, understanding Cliffjumper’s disgust at it – but not really knowing how to go about talking about it.

“Your BOND MATE?! Sloggers Bumblebee, do you have a major glitch or something? Just look at the freager!” Cliffjumper exclaimed. His spark pulsed tightly against Bumblebee’s, showing his true disgust at Droct’s hideous appearance.

Bumblebee felt rage began to burn in him. Droct was HIS bond mate, and Cliffjumper should have at least enough respect for him not to insult his bond mate. He wanted to slap the red mech, but stopped himself. He knew he would face this same reaction from the other Autobots once he brought Droct back. So he had to figure out a way to make them understand, make them see their own guilt for Droct’s appearance. Hoping that Droct wouldn’t get mad, Bee knew he had to tell Cliffjumper why Droct looked the way he did.

“Yes, I know what he looks like Cliffjumper. And it’s fraggin’ us that are to blame for it.” Bumblebee looked at the red mech, his tone of voice telling his friend that he was very serious.

“Why in Vector Sigma are we to blame for it? Doesn’t he have a good medic to go to?” Cliffjumper demanded. His optics were bright with his disagreement to Bee’s words.

“We’re to blame for it, because it was our missiles that caught the coal mine on fire. The coal mine that he was surveying,” Bee said evenly. He didn’t want to have to say the entire story again; it was far too painful for him to even think about.

“Well, he must’ve been doing business with the cons then. We don’t go around firing missiles unless they’re earned!” Cliffjumper said self-righteously. If he could move, he would’ve crossed his arms to emphasize his point.

“Yes, and we’re wrong, Cliffjumper. All these mechs want to do is to survive. Just make enough credits to purchase the lowest grade of energon. We’re blind Cliffjumper, we’re completely blind! And we’ve hurt far more civilian mechs than we’ll ever know.” Bumblebee got down into Cliffjumper’s face, his optics mere inches from his friend’s. “Do you realize how many mech groups hate us Cliffjumper? And they don’t hate us because they support the Decepticons either. They hate us because they’re caught in the middle, and when they hear us spouting off our fraggin’ self-righteousness – all they see is the multitude of innocent mechs that our missiles have destroyed. And we turn our backs on them and tell ourselves that they deserved it.” Bumblebee’s voice became low and sad. “They don’t deserve it Cliffjumper. They just want to live in peace. Outside of our war! And we drag the sloggin’ war onto their back roads! Forcing them to get hurt.”

With that final statement, Bee sat down on the edge of the stone slab and turned his back to Cliffjumper. He was disgusted by his friend’s reaction. And the disgust ran ever deeper as he realized that he was once just as guilty as Cliffjumper, in thinking that way.

In shock at his friend’s passionate words, Cliffjumper bit back the sharp retort he was fixing to utter. He mulled over Bumblebee’s words. If this was true, and that Droct was this hideous because of Autobot missiles, then why in Primus’ name was he now bonded to an Autobot? Surely he’d hate all Autobots, just as Bumblebee said so many of these mechs did.

“Then why doesn’t this mech hate you Bee?” Cliffjumper asked. His optics showed his confusion at this contradiction.

Keeping his back to him, Bee’s spark pulsed at his question. He had to admit to Cliffjumper that he was a liar. Had to admit that he’d chosen Droct over the Autobots! How would the red mech take it? “When Droct found me; I couldn’t see, I couldn’t speak… He spent his limited funds in rebuilding me, Cliffjumper.. And I fell in love with the mech – even before I laid my optics on him..” Bee lowered his head, looking at the ground. “Right before the parts came in to fix my vocals, I found out what had happened to make him look this way. I found out that he hated Autobots..” He shuddered a little with that memory. “I couldn’t leave him, Cliffjumper. I owed him too much; we Autobots owed him too much. I was the first mech to come along that even wanted to kiss him. He had no one besides me… So I lied to him.. Didn’t tell him that I was an Autobot..”

There was a long silence as the red mech chewed over his words. In a sense, he understood where Bumblebee was coming from. But to deny that he was an Autobot?! That was outrageous! Bumblebee could’ve had Droct rebuilt by Ratchet years ago.. But then again, if Droct hated Autobots – would he have wanted Ratchet’s hands on him? It made sense that he wouldn’t. And knowing Bumblebee’s personality, Cliffjumper knew he’d do anything he thought he could – to make another mech happy.. He gulped in disbelief at the lengths that Bumblebee had gone to, to make this hideous mech ‘happy’..

Looking over at his yellow friend, he realized Bee was a better mech than he’d ever be. For there’s no way he’d be able to live for cycles and cycles, amongst the poorest most pathetic of mech groups – all because he loved someone.

“Bumblebee.. I think I understand where you’re coming from buddy,” Cliffjumper said gently.

Bee turned around, meeting Cliffjumper’s optics with his brilliant blue orbs. “You do?” he asked.

“Ya, I do.. I couldn’t have done it, but I kind’ve understand.” The red mech smiled at his friend. He enjoyed the look of pure happiness that passed over Bumblebee’s face.

Carefully, Bee grabbed the meta monitor and then pulled his limp friend into his arms. Bumblebee gave him a big hug.

“You know, this’d be easier if you’d take those lock codes off my motor network,” Cliffjumper whispered in his audios.

Bumblebee laughed, a little embarrassed. Then he dove through their integration and unlocked Cliffjumper’s motor network. Joy filled him, as the red mech returned his hug.

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Lying back down, Cliffjumper carefully held the monitor that was plugged into his exposed meta. His uninsulated systems were getting a little too cool in the lower temps of the mine shaft, but he didn’t know what he should do about it.

Still primarily relying on his infrared sensors to see in the blackness, Bumblebee noticed Cliffjumper’s too-cool chassis. “Oh, that’s not good. Let me try and warm you up a little. Ok?” he said.

As Cliffjumper nodded his agreement and shifted over across the tarp-covered stone slab, Bumblebee lay down next to him and pulled the edges of the tarp over the top of them both. Letting the naked red mech press into his chassis, Bee revved his rpms a little higher. The excess heat that he generated, flowed into the cold mech next to him.

“So tell me Bumblebee, are any of those femmes single?” Cliffjumper asked. He thought it was quite funny to be pressed up against Bee like this, their faces just inches apart, a cable connecting their systems and sparks. And all Bee was interested in, was that ugly garbage mech. So he figured, he might as well see if any of the femmes might be single.

“Well, except for T’ran, all the femmes are single,” Bumblebee answered. He knew the femmes would be very pleased that Cliffjumper was even asking. “But you got to know something before you go approaching any of them, ok?”

Enjoying the warmth, Cliffjumper shrugged “What?”

“Well, um, they’re dancers,” Bee admitted. He didn’t want Cliffjumper to go spouting off some self righteous crap in front of them. Especially CoLen or B’dec – they’d have to peel those two off his aft if he pissed them off.

Cliffjumper’s optics got big at the connotations. “Primus, are you serious?!?! Then why in the heck are you hangin’ out with them?”

“Because they’re good inside, just like Droct is. There’s just no other way for them to earn a living on this rock. They just do what they have to.” Bumblebee hoped Cliffjumper would start getting a clue about real life. For more often than not, mechs were stuck doing what they had to in order to survive. That fact was another thing that Autobots just didn’t seem to understand.

“There’s really nothing else here?” Cliffjumper’s optics widened in shock, where he was from – there were always choices.. Always..

Bumblebee shook his head sadly. There really wasn’t anything else they could do. He wished there was, but there wasn’t.

“Damn, this really is a horrid place to live, huh?” The red mech was silent as he considered living in a place where you had no choice but to be a prostitute or collect recyclables. He couldn’t even imagine living like that.

“And you want to know the funny part?” Bumblebee asked. He knew that this story would really blow Cliffjumper’s meta.

The red mech turned his optics back towards him. “What?”

“Well, they’re the ones who pretty much rescued your aft.” Bumblebee smiled as he put the rescue onto the dancers. All he had really done was to plan it. The ‘decoys’ had done the real work.

“Are you serious?!” Cliffjumper couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A bunch of whores swiped his aft right out from under the Decepticons olfactory sensors?! No way….

“Ya, they strapped your tail pipes to the front of their ship. Some kind of sick joke or something…” Bee paused as he remembered his first sight of Cliffjumper. “That’s when we spotted you. So when night fell, three of the dancers distracted the two guards while the rest of us cut your aft down. Then we drove like hell.”

“They distracted them? You mean they - ?” Cliffjumper didn’t have to finish his question, Bumblebee knew what he was thinking and he simply nodded. The red mech whistled. “And they did THAT for a mech they didn’t know?!” This just blew his meta!

“Well, I kind’ve bribed them a little. Told them you were Prime’s right hand mech and stuff,” Bee admitted. He blushed a little at the brashness of his lie.

“Sloggers? Me, his right hand mech?! More like you..” Cliffjumper snorted. But he had to admit, it was kind’ve cool that the dancers would think he was the right hand mech.

“You wanna hear the funniest part?” Bumblebee couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“It gets even better? How?” His optics lit up in fascination.

“Two of them stole both of LongHaul’s weapons after he overloaded,” Bumblebee snickered. He could picture the con’s face after finding his guns gone. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what happened when they realized their ‘decoration’ was missing as well. Must’ve been a really bad day to be LongHaul!

Cliffjumper broke out laughing. “You got to be kidding!?” he stammered in between chuckles. He could picture the look on that particular Decepticon’s face when he rebooted, it was – priceless…

“Nope, gets even better. You want to hear the rest?” Bumblebee grinned.

“No fraggin’ way? There’s more?” Cliffjumper quieted himself down to listen.

“They want us to teach them how to shoot. I think they want to go with us,” Bumblebee whispered.

At this Cliffjumper wailed in laughter, energon tears rolling from his optics. He’d never thought once in a million years that he and Bumblebee would be teaching hookers to become soldiers! But damn, if the femmes were bold enough to rescue Autobots completely unarmed – what in Vector Sigma would they do when armed? “Primus, I’d hate to be a con and face these dancers!” he hooted..
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