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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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Hiding in the Mountains

“There’s too many Seeker patrols for us to safely cross the Savanna,” CoLene stated dryly. She looked up at the night sky, wishing that even one of them was a flyer. But none of them were, so she had to somehow keep them safe, keep them from discovery. The responsibility of leadership was heavy on her light blue shoulders. For eons, she had taught the younger dancers how to survive on the mean streets of the metropolis. She had banded together this group of prostitutes, for both moral support and safety. Yes, what she now faced was something entirely different, but the potential payoff of new lives as respected soldiers – was worth every risk they now took

“How long do you think it will be before they have to leave on patrol?” Cliffjumper asked. He stayed still as the other dancers were latching his new armor on. With their combined funds, they had been able to order it factory-painted, so in just a few more minutes he’d look like his old self again!

“Hmmm, the longest I’ve ever seen them here is for seven day cycles. That was when their ship had taken some damage in battle at they had to wait for repairs to be finished,” Droct said quietly.

S’taq chuckled as she knelt by Cliffjumper’s right leg, securing his new armor on that thigh. “And Rumble said they were griping about that delay to no end.”

CoLene looked at each member of her renegade group. They couldn’t keep hiding like this, there had to be a better way. Rubbing her fingers against the smooth armor of her thigh, she considered all the options. “How much funds do we have if we pull the rest of ours together?” she asked.

The dancers and Droct conferred for a little while. Then RiTank tallied it up. “Looks like, about five hundred and eighty two credits.”

“Hmmm, and tickets off this rock are?” CoLene asked.

The dancers looked at each other. Then everyone looked at B’dec, for she was always keeping track of that, wishfully thinking about leaving.

She looked at the ground, swishing the loose rock with her toe. “Um, two hundred and seventy, if you want to go to Galantrex 3.” She had always wanted to go there, figuring that she could work in the same profession if she had too.

“There’s an Autobot port on that planet! If we could get there, we could easily contact Central Command,” Bumblebee said excitedly. He smiled up at CoLene.

“How long will it take, to get there and back?” CoLene asked. She narrowed her optics, studying the two shorter mechs.

B’dec finally finished latching on Cliffjumper’s aft armor. Now, completely protected, he moved around and stretched, making sure nothing seemed to snag or anything. “Well, on a normal transport getting there. It’ll take us at least five of your planet’s day cycles to even get there.”

“And depending on if we talk Optimus into sending a shuttle or a cruiser..” Bumblebee added.

Cliffjumper elbowed him. “We’ll freagin’ make him send a cruiser Bee – you know that!” His blue optics locked with Bee’s, they owed these mechs at least that much! Somehow they’d talk the Autobots into that expense.

“Ok, a cruiser would take just two of your day cycles to get back here.” Bee looked sideways at Cliffjumper. Did the mech really think that they could talk Prime into spending those kind’ve funds? Cliff was right – they did owe these mechs at least that much.

“So we’ve got seven days after we get your afts on that transport?” CoLene thought silently for a second. There were several options, but one came to the forefront of her meta. “Since we know the metropolis far better than the cons do, we’ll hide there. And Droct, you’ll go back to the dump and pretend nothing happened.”

B’dec whistled, “Right under the sloggers olfactory sensors? Sweet…”

S’taq looked from femme-to-femme, “You know, they do know some of our names. It could cause trouble.”

RiTank shrugged. “Well, Cliffjumper said we’d need to change them anyways, to start new lives as soldiers. Seems a good time to start thinking of new ones, huh?”

CoLene smiled as she nodded. “Yes, sounds like a good time as any. Alright, let’s roll out. We’ve got to get to the metropolis before daybreak!”

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Bumblebee and Cliffjumper walked through the space port tickets in hand. Scanning around them, they didn’t notice a single Decepticon keeping tabs on the civilian traffic.

“Probably because Megatron’s got them searching through mine shafts right now,” Cliffjumper snickered quietly. He could picture the grumbling and griping con ranks, as they were forced to search mine shaft after mine shaft – to no avail.

Bumblebee chuckled. “Yep, that CoLene is a heck of a tactician isn’t she?” He liked the blunt older femme, reminded him a lot of Ironhide.

The red mech nodded. “I bet that Optimus is going to try an assign them into the femme ranks, don’t ya think?” He knew that it’d be hell-on-wheels if those former dancers got assigned directly into the mech ranks.

Finding the dock that their transport was stationed at, they walked up to the counter and handed them their tickets. Walking down the passenger loading tunnel, Bumblebee couldn’t help but snicker a little. “Elita One’s gonna have her hands full. It’s gonna be funny to watch!”

Cliffjumper pounded him on the back in full agreement.

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Return to Home

Bumblebee looked out of the window, watching the planet fall away behind them. He was going home! And though this elated him, he was sad because he’d had to leave Droct behind. It’d be day cycles before he and Cliffjumper make it to Galantrex 3, and then if they managed to convince Prime, it’d be another couple day cycles on the return trip. But they’d make it back, they’d promised. He just prayed that CoLene could keep everybody safe from the cons until then.

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The Autobots had received a call that some of their own was returning. But no one knew which of their con captured friends had made it out alive. Most were still very upset over the “loss” of Bumblebee. And because of his small size, they knew he’d never escape from the cons on his own. As the long orbit cycles had passed, no one really expected to ever see the young cheerful mech again - or if so - alive.

In curiosity, a few of the Autobots that were off shift at the small Autobot port; came to the shuttle port to welcome back whomever it was. For an Autobot was an Autobot, and anyone that made it back, was welcomed with opened arms!

“My gosh! It’s Bumblebee! And Cliffjumper!!” Wheeljack hollered as he saw the yellow and red mechs debarking from the shuttle. It’d been many orbit cycles since the yellow mech had been captured by the Decepticons, and the Autobots had been sure that he was off lined by now! And to have Cliffjumper show up with him – just blew Wheeljack’s meta!!!

His loud exclamation had every Autobot head turn. The Autobot flagship was in port, undergoing standard maintenance. Because of this, there were dozens of old comrades at the small port. Most of them jumped down from the ship’s fuselage and ran up to Wheeljack, not believing what they’d heard him say.

Grabbing the small yellow mech in his arms, the Inventor spun him around in a huge hug. Inferno grabbed Cliffjumper off his feet, patting the smaller red mech on his back in total disbelief that he was actually there! The other Autobots had all gathered round, and the two small mechs soon found themselves being passed from friend to friend, all of them giving them big bear hugs in joy.

Finally, they set them down, and the two small mechs looked up at Prime, their optics pleading. “Can we talk? In private,” Cliffjumper asked.

Cocking his head in curiosity, Optimus nodded. Motioning to the small mechs to follow him, they boarded the docked flagship, went into his office and closed the door.

The other Autobots looked at each other, curious as to what was going on. Several shrugged, figured they’d hear about it later. Slowly, all of them went back to their jobs. All elated to have their little comrades back home.

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Bumblebee and Cliffjumper told him the whole story, going into great detail. Prime sat quietly and listened, hiding his rage at the Decepticons for what they had done to his small friends. These garbage mechs interested him, for he’d never thought about that group much – no one did. The fact that this ‘Droct’ would forego his own needed repairs, in order to help someone else he didn’t even know – intrigued the Autobot leader. And the feisty dancers; could make a rather interesting addition to his forces.

As they finished their tale, Prime studied Bumblebee. “So you love this Mech?”

“Yes.” Bumblebee shifted from foot to foot.

“And he feels the same?” Optimus lifted an optic ridge, curious that a mech who’d been so deformed by an Autobot missile – would actually find himself in love with one of them.

“Yes.” He looked straight into the big mech’s optics when he said this. The sure tone in his voice spoke of the truth of it.

Prime leaned back, his expression thoughtful. He knew that little Bumblebee had had an awful hard time finding an Autobot to date. And he could see a true happiness behind those blue optics. “You realize that it may not be easy for him to adjust to us. Certain mechs tend to be, rather, judgmental.”

“I know, I’ve kind’ve warned him about those two. But they’re still better than what he deals with at the dump.” Bumblebee’s optics were honest, he had told Droct about them.

“Ya, he knows Optimus. For a quiet mech, he’s pretty tough,” Cliffjumper agreed. After all, Droct had been real surprised when Cliff had felt the need to apologize to the guy for being so repulsed at first.

“Garbage mechs are not programmed to fight. If he joins us, he will most likely face the Decepticons in battle” Prime warned.

Bee shrugged, “He’s willing to learn, whatever we want him to. He’s a real hard worker.” Looking up at Prime, Bee’s optics beamed. “And he’s pretty smart too. He knows a lot about metals and such.”

“Unlike the dancers, he doesn’t really like to fight. But he could, like, be a medic or something I’m sure.” Cliffjumper added. His tone had a slight pleading edge to it. He knew that Bumblebee would just be devastated if Droct didn’t get hired.

Prime leaned back and studied the little mechs. They were both so eager, so happy! After all that had happened to them, the big mech could never have anticipated how they could’ve dealt with the trauma so well. It had to be this gentle ‘Droct’ and these feisty dancers then. This patient garbage mech and dancers had been the one whom had helped them both through it.

The big mech sighed, for he wished he could’ve been there; been the one to pick up little Bumblebee and Cliffjumper, held them as they cried. He felt like a father to the youngsters – a father who hadn’t been able to protect them. For all these orbit cycles, all he’d thought about was the missing mechs; Wondering if he’d ever see his adopted ‘sons’ again. Because of what they’d done for them, Optimus felt he owed the garbage mechs everything he owned. And he’d give the two small Autobots anything he thought that the garbage mechs would want!

But one thing bothered him. Although Bee obviously loved the mech, he had found it necessary to mention that Droct was a little disturbing in appearance. This didn’t sit well with Prime, for if Droct’s own lover admitted to it – then his appearance must be more disturbing than Prime could even imagine!

“So, is he really this disturbing in appearance?” Prime wondered..

Bumblebee looked down at his toes. “Well, yes. He looks like a whole bunch of different mechs, thrown together. The Insecticons look like royal femmes next to him.”

“Um, ya, he’s pretty screwed up,” Cliffjumper added. He shifted uneasily from foot to foot, hopeful that Bumblebee wouldn’t be pissed at his honesty.

The red mech’s optics widened. This mech must really be ghastly looking! But the love in Bumblebee’s optics was unmistakable. So the ugly mech must truly have a core of gold, and that was the most important thing – in Prime’s way of thinking. “Perhaps Wheeljack and Ratchet could do something with his appearance?” he offered. After all, the inventor had built the Dinobots, and though they weren’t smart, they weren’t half-bad looking. And Ratchet was their main builder. They even had a whole new gestalt in the flagship’s med bay, waiting for animation when they made it back to Cybertron.

Bee’s optics lit up, he was hopeful he’d get either Wheeljack or Ratchet assigned to work on Droct. Now Prime had made the offer. “I’m sure he’d appreciate it!”

“Um, Prime. The Decepticons are on that planet in force. They’re searching for our friends,” Cliffjumper informed him.

Optimus leaned forward, not liking this news. “Who’s commanding this force?” he asked. Depending on the con commander, was who he decided to send commanding his force.

Bumblebee and Cliffjumper looked at each other and gulped. “Um, Megatron and Starscream. The planet’s their main supplier of raw materials.”

“Sloggers! Your friends are hiding from the cons’ main force?” Prime’s optics widened in amazement. Hell, even the Autobots would have a hard time hiding from them! And here was an unarmed garbage mech, and five barely armed and basically untrained dancers doing it? Absolutely amazing….

The two small mechs nodded.

“The fleet leaves in one hour,” Optimus stated as he flew out of the door.

Cliffjumper and Bumblebee stared after the disappearing form of their leader in absolute amazement. He was sending the entire Alpha fleet to pick up their friends!?!?

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