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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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Opened Minds

“Almost good as new!” Cliffjumper joked with a touch of humorous sarcasm. He stood still with his arms held out, while the five dancers carefully wrapped his exposed circuits with cut pieces of tarp. He was actually enjoying the attentions of all these beautiful femmes, even though he knew he was going to look quite hysterical with his ‘temporary skin’. But since the ladies didn’t seem to care, why should he?

“I won’t tell Sunstreaker, if you don’t,” Bumblebee snickered. Sitting down on a slab of rock he considered how hysterical he had truly looked like that. Yep, seeing Cliffjumper like this sure did bring back the memories.

“T’ran said she’d be back in about seven day cycles, when the new armor comes in,” CoLene stated. Ripping another piece of duct tape from the roll, she secured the tarp piece that Z’ren was holding around Cliffjumper’s upper right arm.

S’taq nodded, “So for now we just stay in hiding. We’ve got enough energon to last twice that long if we’re careful.” Her optics scanned the stack of cubes again, silently taking another count.

RiTank patted Cliffjumper lightly on his shoulder. “Well, we’ve done what we can. At least it’ll keep the grime outt’ve your circuits.” She was fairly surprised that the red mech was taking things so well, considering how primitive the facilities were.

Bumblebee knew exactly why the red mech was being so reasonable about the quarters and the wait. They were stuck here with nothing else to do but go to the lower levels and have target practice with the guns set on low. And they were stuck here with a bunch of pretty, single femmes – who were literally itching to practice every single astrominute they could. With Cliffjumper and himself being the two ‘instructors’, the femmes constantly followed them around, and pestered them with questions. This made little Cliffjumper feel very important, and he was preening around like some prize fighter or something.

Smiling, Bee figured he’d let the mech have his fun. It was good to see that he still had spirit left after his ordeal with the cons. Perhaps with the understanding dancers all around him, it wouldn’t take him half as long as it did Bee, to get over the panic attacks. Granted, Cliffjumper was good at funneling any type of fear into pure hatred for the cons. So Bee doubted he’d have it as hard.

“So, you up for more practice?” B’dec asked as she trotted over to the weapons and picked one up. She looked eagerly at Cliffjumper, hoping he’d say yes.

Looking at the beautiful femme’s bright yellow face, Cliffjumper couldn’t help but say yes, and the young femme knew it. Something about the youngest dancer really attracted the red mech. Anything she asked, he was more than willing to do. Well, with the exception of bonding; for he still couldn’t seem to quite get rid of the sensation of Decepticon hands all over him. But she hadn’t asked for that, and was more than happy that he seemed to prefer warming back up pressed against her warm chassis over the other femmes. So it seemed like the perfect situation to Cliffjumper.

Nodding his willingness, the red mech winked conspiratorially at Bumblebee as he was dragged by the dancers to the lower levels. He was truly having the time of his life, regardless of being tarp covered.

Grinning, Bee looked over at Droct. The mech hadn’t once shown the least bit of interest in handling one of the weapons, much less doing any target practice. But, Bee still asked him if he wanted to join them every single time. “So, you want to come Droct?”

Sorting his pile of materials, Droct looked up at him. “Nah, I’d just get in you all’s way. Go on without me,” he replied. Then he turned his attentions back to his organization project.

Feeling an arm over his door wing, the garbage mech looked up. Bee was now standing behind him with his normal warm smile across his face. “I think Cliffjumper can handle it by himself today? Don’t you?” His voice was insinuating that he was interested in other things today.

Standing back up, Droct turned around and cocked his head curiously. He knew that Bee did enjoy the target practice immensely. It meant that he was surrounded by friends all joking and laughing. And the very social mech did love social activities like that. “I’m just doing boring stuff, you sure you don’t want to go have fun?” he asked. He knew that the red mech would more than love ‘handling’ it all by himself, but Bee did enjoy it.

“Nah, I want to hang out with you today. Is that ok by you?” Bumblebee asked. He matched Droct’s curious look and grinned. The light from Droct’s headlights caused dancing reflections all over his yellow chassis. This made him look almost surreal.

“Um, ya, I guess so,” Droct replied. Going back to his sorting, he felt a warmth radiate through him as his bond mate began to cheerfully help him. They talked and joked about Cliffjumper and the different femmes, laying odds on which one would finally ‘catch’ the mech.

Finally finished, they sat down on a stone slab and shared an energon cube between them. In the strange dance of headlights, Droct almost looked ‘normal’.

“You know Bee; I’ve got to be honest. I didn’t think Cliffjumper was the type to apologize to a mech,” Droct said softly. He was still in shock about coming back in to pull the cable out of the red mech’s meta, and having the mech look up at him and apologize for his previous reaction to Droct’s appearance. He just wasn’t used to mechs ever apologizing to him at all. It did feel good, but it was strange.

Bumblebee put an arm around him, his optics gleaming in honesty. “I think there’s a whole lot of Autobots that need to apologize to you Droct,” he replied. And he and Cliffjumper were going to make sure that every single one of them did that. Even Sunstreaker and Tracks! He couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces when those two egotistical mechs had to face the facts that they’d possibly caused other mechs to live deformed. Maybe reality would knock some sense in those judgmental slaggers’ metas? Maybe they’d finally shut up with their comments about looks, or lack there of?

Droct looked down, nervously rubbing his thumbs against the energon cube. He kept trying not to think about when Bumblebee would leave and bring the Autobots back here to ‘pay’ them back. Granted, it did mean he’d finally get rebuilt back to how he’d been before the accident. On the other hand, it meant he’d have to decide to go or stay and he knew that staying wasn’t really an option. For if he stayed, then Bumblebee would stay, and having the Autobot living amongst them, would put the peaceful mechs of this planet in danger. And he couldn’t live with himself if any were caught in the middle of the war because of his decision to stay.

No, there was only one decision that he could make. He’d have to leave his home and follow Bumblebee where ever he went. Yes, there was the thrill that he’d get to travel amongst the stars and see exciting places. But there was an anxiety building within him. For he’d have to live amongst one of the warring factions, find a way to be useful, and he had no freagin’ idea on how he could be of any use what-so-ever to the Autobots. He didn’t want to fight. Heck, the mere thought of holding a gun caused nausea to flow through him. So what value would he be in a military organization?

“What’s worrying you Droct?” Bumblebee asked quietly. Even though he was thrilled that they had made up, he’d noticed an unnatural tension in the mech ever since they’d rescued Cliffjumper.

Droct lowered his head, his optics glued to the rubble-coated floor of the mine shaft. “Nothing Bee, nothing,” he lied. He didn’t want Bee to know that he was a pathetic wimp like this. What would the tough little soldier think? He had to find a way to get over his nausea of weapons.

“You’re a horrible liar, Droct,” Bee replied. “You can tell me.”

Droct trembled; he knew Bee could read him like an opened circuit board. “Well, I just don’t know what I can do in the Autobot military Bee. I, um…” Sloggers, it was hard to admit this even to his bond mate! “Get, um, nauseated even thinking about holding a weapon.”

Bumblebee had never heard of a mech who was physically repulsed by weapons. His optics widened in shock. But he knew Droct must be telling him the truth. The mech didn’t have much of an ability to lie about anything. “You do?”

Droct kicked at a loose stone, sending it careening against the far wall. “Yes. I’m sorry Bee, I really, really TRIED to pick one up when you all were defragging the other day – but I just – couldn’t!” his voice filled with his angst. He truly was, a pathetic mech. He had nothing to offer the Autobots.

The wonderful visions of his bond mate fighting by his side, crashed into nothingness within Bumblebee’s meta. He looked at Droct in confusion, for he’d never once heard of a mech having this problem. It really didn’t make any logical sense. But if Droct said he just couldn’t, he couldn’t. So just what could the Autobots hire him to do? He did have some talents. “Well, maybe you could, like, do surveying or something with Swerve. He’s our metallurgist, and since you’re a pretty good geologist you two could work together,” he said with a hopeful tone to his voice.

“Really, you think I could?” Droct’s optics brightened; for he was pretty decent at survey work. It’d be fun to do this on different planets.

Bumblebee was on a roll now, for he knew that Droct had several talents that he’d not even considered until now. But they had to look at all of them, and perhaps the Autobots would hire him for one of them. “And you’re a decent medic too. I bet if you had the right tools, supplies, and a little training – you could be Ratchet’s assistant or something..”

Droct’s optics lifted off the floor; he’d never really considered himself much of a medic. But then again, all those fixer-uppers he’d found in the dump over the eons – had given him a lot of hands on experience doing that. So maybe Bumblebee was right?

Bee’s thoughts were running wild now. Excitement coursed through him as he realized that Droct actually had quite a few talents. His friend actually had a lot to offer the Autobots! “And you’re pretty good with alloys and stuff. Maybe you could work under Perceptor and come up with better armor for Autobots on the front lines or something?” he said. Turning his head, he glanced over at Droct and saw that he’d really perked up.

“Work under your top scientist?! Really? You think I could?” Droct’s voice filled with excitement. He couldn’t believe that Bumblebee thought a pathetic garbage mech like him, would have anything to offer a scientist.

Squeezing his bond mate, Bumblebee nodded and grinned. “Heck, you could even work under Wheeljack. He likes to invent all sorts of stuff. And since you’re used to improvinalization by using what you can find in the land fill, you might have some great ideas for stuff that’ll help us.”

Droct’s optics widened. “Really, you really think so Bumblebee?!” He just couldn’t believe that he actually had so much to offer the Autobots – even though he couldn’t touch a gun.

“Yes, you’ve got a lot to offer us. And you don’t have to be a soldier to be hired.” Bumblebee grinned happily, now that he’d found the solution to Droct’s problem. The mech could just be stationed away from the front lines. Then he’d always be safe, and Bee would never have to worry about him. Yes, it’d be nice to know that whenever he came back to base – that Droct would be there waiting for him.

Taking Droct’s lips, Bee kissed him passionately as he forced him down onto the slab of rock. For he’d never lose this mech. Droct would always be his!

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