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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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On the Run

“Whew, we’re almost there!” Bumblebee said. His voice showed his exhaustion after the long, speeding trek to the new hiding place. The site of M’ron’s mine caused a warm, fuzzy feeling to come over him. For he knew they could rest for the daylight cycle in the depths of that mine. He just hoped that Z’ren made it back with T’ran before they had to move out again.

Cliffjumper was still riding in Droct’s bed, but he was lying down and covered with a load of metal scraps. This way, they hoped that no civilian mechs would get hurt because they’d seen the ‘missing decoration’.

“Hold, who goes there?” A deep male voice yelled.

The group slid to a stop in front of the gate. The big miner mech who was guarding it, glared suspiciously at them. He didn’t like unannounced guests, even if it was a bunch of pretty whores that were most likely just looking for some ‘work’ amongst the miners.

Bumblebee transformed and walked up to him, his warmest smile on his face. “Hey Sh’tog, how’s it going?” he asked. He looked up at the hulking miner mech, not seeming to be afraid in the least.

Recognizing the yellow mech, Sh’tog’s face broke out in a smile. “So, you’re here to lose another poker game huh?” he asked as he opened the gate. He was hopeful, for he’d won quite a bit off the cheerful yellow mech the last time they had played. The gate scraped noisily against the rock strewn ground, grunting a bit, he lifted it up so that it would completely open.

Bumblebee chuckled, “Nah, I’m broke this time. Maybe next trip?” he looked up at the big miner, his optics shining in honesty. He liked losing to this particular mech, the stories the mech told made it worth every credit he lost..

Laughing, Sh’tog slapped Bee’s shoulder so hard that he almost fell over. Everyone liked the hideous mech’s bond mate, for Bee’s easy going, yet fearless, nature – made him a true magnet for friends. “I guess you’re looking for M’ron. He’s in his shack,” he told them as he closed the gate behind them.

Driving through the miner town, the smaller mechs tried to stay out of everybody’s way. They wanted to stay as inconspicuous as possible, so fewer mechs would even remember having seen them.

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“Hey M’ron, you got a second?” Bumblebee said as he poked his head into the mech’s sturdy shack.

The big gray/green miner mech activated his optics and turned his head towards the slightly opened door. “Is that you Bee? What in the sloggers name are you doing up here?” he asked. Slowly sitting up on his bunk, the big mech cocked his head from side-to-side; the popping sound of loosening linkages filled the shack.

Bumblebee slid in, leaving his friends parked outside in alt mode. “Well, um, we’ve gotten ourselves into a bit of a fix. Wonder if you’d let us crash for a day cycle in one of the closed shafts?” he asked. He shifted a little nervously from foot to foot, he didn’t like being ‘above ground’ during daylight. The quicker he and his friends could dive into a tunnel the better.

“A fix huh? You the idiots who stole that decoration from the Decepticons?” M’ron demanded, his green/blue optics fixed onto Bee’s. At first he hadn’t believed the rumors, but the more he’d thought about just who he suspected was living in the dump below – it made sense that the decoration would’ve been rescued.

“Well, um, ya.. He was kind’ve a friend of mine..” Bumblebee admitted. He scrapped a circle on the stone floor with his foot. He hoped that M’ron wasn’t as against Autobots as everyone else seemed to be.

M’ron started laughing, “So you finally had to come clean, huh Bee?” He wished he could’ve been there to see the rage on T’ran’s face when she found out. His girlfriend was a true fireball with her temper and she hated liars even more than Autobots!

Caught off guard, Bee looked up at the big mech in confusion. “You knew?”

“Slogger’s kid! I spotted you for an Autobot the very first time I laid optics on you. Was wondering how long it would take before you were found out. Guess Droct was pretty pissed about it?” M’ron patted the bunk next to him, his green/blue optics full of warmth as he indicated that he wanted Bee to sit down.

“So it was that obvious? Then why didn’t you say anything for all these orbit cycles?” Bumblebee looked up at the big mech in amazement.

M’ron put an arm around him, giving him a brotherly hug. “Because I figured you’d tell when you wanted too. And as long as Droct had company, T’ran would move up here.” He grinned, and then gave Bee a serious look. “Droct didn’t kick you out or anything, did he?” his voice had a worried edge to it, for that would mean that T’ran would move back to the dump.

“Naw, we made up. And soon Droct will go back with me to the Autobots!” Bee said happily.

M’ron patted him on his shoulder. “Good for you. So why do you need to crash in a closed mine shaft?” he asked.

“Well, the cons are looking for us, and we’ve still got their ‘decoration’.. But he’s alive, and an Autobot too.” Bee looked up at M’ron, knowing he was asking a lot of the big miner, for he made a lot of money off the Decepticon contracts. Thus, really didn’t need to be helping any Autobots out.

“Hmmm, you realize this puts us all in danger?” M’ron said in a low voice.

“I know, but when I come back for Droct and the others – I’ll make it worth your while,” Bee said. He knew he’d owe this mech big time, and prayed that no harm would come out of it.

“Tell ya what. Few clicks south of here is the last mine we worked. Droct knows its layout fairly well. You can stay, but for only one day cycle. And I never saw you,” M’ron said quietly. He knew the danger of helping them, but he did like the yellow mech immensely.

Giving the mech a big hug, Bee jumped up. “Thanks big time, M’ron . And, um, when T’ran and Z’ren show up, will you point them our way?”

“Sure thing little mech,” M’ron said. His green/blue optics gleamed as he gave his word.

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A short time later the group drove up to the front of the abandoned mine. Transforming Bumblebee and S’taq slowly hefted the cover plate to the side. Waiting for the others to drive by, they slid in behind and closed it back up.

“There are two other entrances. Let’s drive close to one of those and crash there. T’ran will know where we went,” Droct said. Clicking on his headlights he led the group into the depths of the mine.

Several miles went by and many turns, and finally they were close to one of the small side entrances. Stopping, the loaded down mechs waited as their friends transformed and unloaded them.

“Sloggers, nothing against you Droct, but that was a damned uncomfortable trip!” Cliffjumper groaned as he slowly sat up and climbed out of Droct’s bed. “I can’t wait until I can transform and drive again!” Every circuit seemed to be sore, the pressure of the sudden bumps and turns having been directly on them, since he had no armor.

“Sorry, wasn’t built for comfort,” Droct said softly. He waited patiently for the stiff, tarp-covered mech to loosen himself up and then start to unload his bed.

Finally empty, Droct transformed. Plopping himself down next to Bumblebee, the heavy thud echoed through the old mine. He nodded his thanks as he barely managed to catch the energon cube that Cliffjumper tossed to him.

“Guess we’d better crash while we can,” CoLene stated. She looked over at Cliffjumper, noticing that he wasn’t as tired as the rest of them since he’d been lying down the whole time. “Cliffjumper, you get first watch.”

The red mech nodded, “I’ll take the entire watch. I’ll just defrag in Droct’s bed tomorrow.” He figured the others were going to such lengths for him, he owed them as much. Picking up Rumble’s gun, he let B’dec lay her head in his lap while he rested the gun on her chest armor. Leaning against the wall, he made himself as comfortable as he could while sitting on the rubble-covered floor.

The others paired off, making themselves as comfortable as they could considering the circumstances. All of them dreamed about when Bumblebee and Cliffjumper could leave and bring back a ship to take them away from this rock of a planet.

As B’dec’s optics deactivated, Cliffjumper rubbed his fingers across her chest armor. He was both appalled and amazed at how fearlessly these femmes faced the Decepticons, totally unarmed except for their wits. He knew some of the Autobots would be a little judgmental about having former prostitutes standing next to them as comrades. But heck, these femmes were in some ways tougher than any of the male Autobots. How many of them would willingly bond with a con, in order to cause him to overload so that their friends could escape?!? Not a single one – he was quite sure of that! It was truly amazing what these femmes were willing to do, in order to win.

He thought about how the femmes would react to living amongst the Autobots. He could almost see their thrilled expressions when they boarded their first ship. Then he frowned, for he knew that many bots would also joke about the femme’s garbage mech names. Perhaps it would be better if the femmes changed their names; to begin a new life and to totally leave their life of dancers behind them? Yes, they’d need new names - Killer names; names that would tell the cons to back off and respect them.

Yes, he’d bring that up to them when they woke up. They had more than enough time to decide on them, before he and Bumblebee came back for them.

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Clanging of metal could be heard echoing through the mineshaft. Cliffjumper stood up, sliding along the wall towards the approaching mechs. “Who goes there?!” He yelled down the shaft.

“Just us,” Z’ren huffed. By the breathlessness of her voice, it was obvious that she’d really pushed it hard to get here.

She and T’ran came huffing around the corner. T’ran’s bed filled with boxes.

Cliffjumper grinned as he realized that they had his armor. Soon he wouldn’t be naked and helpless! Then he’d teach those freagin’ Decepticreeps a lesson! Reaching over to grab one of them, he was stopped by Z’ren’s fingers around his wrist.

“We gotta wake the others up. The cons are mad as all get out, and buzzing around like a pack of hornets. They intend to search all known mines starting tomorrow,” she told him quietly, her optics showing her anxiety.

“Holy Primus, ok, let’s wake them up then,” Cliffjumper agreed.

Many groans and grumbles could be heard as the group woke up, most of them were only half-way through their defrag programs and pretty grumpy to say the least.

Listening gravely to what T’ran and Z’ren told her, CoLene decided on a plan. “When I was young, we went to a natural cave that was on the other side of the Savannah. Don’t think any mech knows about it, but me and my sis. I think we might be able to make it there, if we drive hard for two days. Then we’ll be safe until they get tired of searching for us.” She looked at the rest of the group, knowing it’d be a very difficult trek. “T’ran, they don’t know you’re with us, so you stay here with M’ron..”

The group looked at each other. It seemed like a logical plan and the only plan open to them at this point. So the mechs pushed the metal slab aside, and the group transformed.

“Good luck!” T’ran called, as she turned away from them and drove back towards the mining town.

They all called their farewells to her. So with Cliffjumper’s boxes of armor loaded in S’taq’s bed and Cliffjumper curled up and hidden in Droct’s bed, the group rolled out over the mountains as fast as they could. Slipping off into the night.

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