Becoming Mama Bear | By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 8539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Becoming Mama Bear
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
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Harley: Okay, so it’s next chapter. Don’t fret, everything’s going to be fine. Things aren’t perfect, because my co-writer isn’t that fond of the current writing we’re doing.
Froggy: But I like this fic!
Harley: Yes, and I’ve been having numerous bad days lately. Just wait until you get there. Now I'e decided to change Hotwire's optics to green. Not like she can switch optic colours. But just that she's got green optics instead of blue ones.
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Chapter Four: Will The Sun Ever Shine?
Were it possible for a robot to sweat, Bumblebee would have done so as he woke up with a start on the hospital table in Hotwire's medical lab. Leaving another brutal flashback of a nightmare, the fear was magnified by the darkness he found himself in... until he remembered that his optics were still not functional. Laying back and resting, the young Autobot noted the silence of the room, and he wondered if anyone else was there. He couldn't see anyone, and he couldn't raise his voice to ask. So he laid there patiently, tapping his fingers against the steel surface, in case anyone was around to hear.
Nobody was in the room but him. Bumblebee couldn't hear the rhythmic clacking of Hotwire's heels, or anybody else in the med-lab. The only sound he could hear was the regular *beep, beep, beep* of the Spark monitor.
That single, constant sound was swiftly becoming an annoyance to the Autobot. Desiring to remove it, he felt around in his blindness, feeling over the monitor, searching for a volume control, if it had one.
Of course, he was unable to find any. In fact, Bumblebee's constant shifting pulled several of the tabs off him. Within a matter of seconds, the monitor set up a frantic, distressed wailing that was not only regular and annoying, but several times louder than the beeping.
Bumblebee groaned in irritation, or at least tried to, instead giving off another broken line of static. Giving up on fixing the problem, he mentally sighed and placed his hands over his audio sensors.
It was at that moment that Hotwire ran into the lab, "What's wrong? What's going on?" she asked, then saw Bumblebee just lying on the table, without the tabs on. That must have set off the wailing, "Oh for frag's sake..." she hissed, and hurried over to the table, clipping the tabs back onto him which stopped the machine's wailing, then helping Bumblebee to sit up, "Hey, hey are you okay there, Autobot?" she asked him, holding him carefully, "Are you okay?"
Bumblebee, having no articulate means of answering that question, simply nodded his head. He couldn't tell her that it had been an accident, but he was sure she could figure that out. He was just glad she stopped that infernal noise.
"Hey, hey, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you didn't hurt yourself," Hotwire patted Bumblebee on the back, and rested his head against her chassis, "Well, after that nasty surprise, I don't think I'll be getting back into recharge tonight..."
Bumblebee found it to be a strangely affectionate gesture coming from a Decepticon, but Hotwire hardly seemed like the norm. He hadn't realised that he had woken her up. For that matter, he didn't know the time - even his internal clock had been damaged with the constant beatings.
"Today I'm going to start work on your internal circuits," Hotwire told him, "Might as well start now I'm awake. Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt much once I've put in another painkiller program. Like I told Scrapper and Mixmaster, this could take weeks." She laid Bumblebee back down and installed another Painkiller program.
He wished he could tell her that he was glad. Weeks away from his brutal captors would be immeasurably good for his mood and mental state.
"Got to clear out all these broken circuits... this is going to hurt, even with the painkillers," Hotwire warned him. There was a click, and the long energon blade that she used for ‘surgery’ slid out, "Just thought I'd warn you," she told Bumblebee, before she started to remove shattered, twisted and broken circuits with the knife.
Bumblebee gripped the table beneath him hard, and he was actually glad that his vocal system was so screwed up. That way, Hotwire couldn't hear him scream as she drove the knife it. His self-diagnostic went berzerk as circuit boards were removed, causing a truly indescribable and unique series of sensations to pass through his CPU. He was also glad she didn't give him much warning.
It took almost half-an-hour - although to Bumblebee, it felt like forever. But the utterly broken circuits had finally been removed and put to one side. They were in appalling condition, ready to be thrown out, and Hotwire knew that if they weren't replaced quickly, Bumblebee might lose even more of his functions. She picked up a bunch of circuit boards that she'd gotten from the Decepticon supplies, and started to install them. That hurt, and it took what felt like forever all over again. In total accuracy, it only took six hours.
It hurt, but at least Bumblebee felt more whole once they were installed. Feeling some normal functionality return to some of his vital systems, he weakly gave Hotwire a thumbs-up and a smile. At least he wasn't in his cell being tortured, even if he might have to go back.
"Yeah, that's better," Hotwire smiled, patting his cheek, "There's more to deal with, but we'll have completed the internal work by tomorrow. You'll feel a lot better then. But in the meantime, don't strain yourself. Those new circuit boards will feel a little tender for a while."
Before Bumblebee could move to make an answer, the door to the med-lab opened, and a voice rang out that nearly made his new circuits convulse in fear, "Hey there, Hotwire," Starscream's whiny voice rang out, "Heard you were repairing the Auto-slut so we could all have us some more fun."
Bumblebee went cold at the sound of that voice, and all he wanted to do was find somewhere to hide. He couldn't see, he was too weak to defend himself... it took all his willpower to keep from cowering.
Hotwire stepped between Starscream and Bumblebee, "Just because I'm repairing him doesn't mean I'm going to simply hand him over to you just as soon as the job is done!" she snapped.
"You sound awfully protective, Hotwire," Starscream leered unpleasantly at her, and then at Bumblebee, who was still lying naked without his armour on the table, "Are you sure you're not feeling some sympathy for the little Autobot scum?"
"What you and your comrades did to him is sick, regardless of whose side he's on," Hotwire replied rudely, "Now get out and stay out."
"What? Even if I'm damaged in battle?" Starscream smirked.
"Especially if you're damaged in battle," Hotwire spat.
Bumblebee was almost tempted to cheer her on, but another, unexpected fear gripped him. What if Starscream did to Hotwire what the Seeker had done to him? Who was there to repair a medic? She didn't deserve that, but he knew she was seriously tempting fate by speaking up to Starscream.
Starscream lunged forward and grabbed Hotwire by the neck, slamming her up against the wall, "You're not acting much like a Decepticon right now, Hotwire," he commented.
"I never said I was one!" Hotwire retorted, "Not to you, or to Megatron! And if you don't put me down right now, you'd better spend the rest of my time in the base watching your BACK!"
"It's not important," Starscream dropped her to the floor heavily, "He looks considerably improved. Good enough for me to take him with me right now..." He strode over to the table and grabbed Bumblebee's arm, "Remember all the fun we had together, little mech?" he asked the Autobot.
Bumblebee jerked backwards in a panic, escaping from Starscream's grip, but he also tumbled off the table and onto the floor in his effort.
Starscream stepped forward, bent over and grabbed Bumblebee by the neck. He was just picking the injured mech up when the flat of a hand lashed against his face. He yelped and dropped Bumblebee, turning to glare at Hotwire again.
"Let go of him right now!" she insisted, standing between them again, "He's my patient, and all my patients are under my protection! What use would he be to you now anyway? He can't even cry out, thanks to your sick games!"
Bumblebee crawled backwards as far as he could until his back struck something – a wall, he guessed - and he had nowhere else to go.
Starscream glared at Hotwire, "Sooner or later, your use to Megatron is going to come to an end," he snarled, poking her in the chassis, "And sooner or later you're going to finish repairing that cowardly little runt too. And then I'll be coming back here for BOTH of you!" He turned around and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him so hard that a bottle on a table smashed onto the floor.
Hotwire watched him leave, then turned back around and tucked her arms under Bumblebee's shoulders, supporting him so that he could stand, "There you go," she said, "The monster's all gone..."
He practically slumped against her in relief. Young as he was, by Cybertronian standards, he had been in battle and seen things that would make lesser machines shake themselves to pieces, and yet none of it came anywhere close to how horrible it was to be in Starscream's clutches. He nestled up against Hotwire, and even though he couldn’t see her now, he knew that she was only a matter of inches taller than he was, and much, much thinner. But even feeling her there was comforting in a way. Better than the endless darkness and silence, in any case.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Bumblebee," Hotwire sighed, "It looks like you're not as safe in here as I thought..." She sat him back down on the med-lab table, and sat next to him, leaning his head against her chassis again, "But there's no need to be afraid," she told him, "I'm here. I have to be here."
That was a comfort. Never in a thousand years had Bumblebee ever expected that he would end up looking to a Decepticon for security and stability. But no, that wasn't a fair assessment. Hotwire wasn't a Decepticon. Not really.
"Now, I've got to warn you, Bumblebee," Hotwire continued to cuddle him gently, "I've been replacing your parts with the supplies I have here. They'll all function in your body, but they're Decepticon parts. So you might look and sound rather different by the time I've finished."
He didn't care if his eyes glowed blue, red, green, orange or hot pink as long as they worked correctly at this point. Spending so long without vision was really making him appreciate the ability. Many Decepticon parts were basically the same as Autobot ones, except geared a bit more towards combat... which was exactly what he needed right now.
"Okay, kiddo..." Hotwire stood up again and laid Bumblebee back down on the table, "Just a few more things to do today..." With that, she hooked up a fresh Energon feed to him, and returned to installing the circuit boards, "After your circuits are repaired, I can get back to work on your limbs. There's no point replacing your armour when there's still work to be done on the inside, you understand?"
It seemed reasonable enough to Bumblebee. He wanted his insides to be fixed up, but there was one particular component he wanted fixed first. Holding Hotwire's arm with one hand, he used the other to point at his broken vocal circuits.
"Yeah, I was going to do that first," Hotwire agreed, "Then, if you need something you'll be able to ask me for it..." she paused, frowning and looking down at Bumblebee again. She wasn't really that much taller than he was, although she was older than her model suggested. Nonetheless, he still reminded her of things that shouldn't have happened, that had they happened another way, would have made her such a different person. Less divided, maybe. Or more sane, even.
Sensing her hesitation, Bumblebee wondered if something was wrong. The most probable reason was the encounter with Starscream, and he wouldn't blame her for being a little shaken up by it. A burst of static was all that left his mouth when he wanted to comfort her though.
Hotwire just patted Bumblebee on the hand, "I'm not sure if we've got any yellow armour," she said simply, "But I can always find some grey armour and yellow paint. None of this is going to change who you are, just what you look like."
The Autobot nodded slightly in agreement. Just like the rest, it didn't matter to him as long as it all functioned. He could worry about his looks later. Still, if he could get a coat of yellow paint, he wasn't going to say no to his favourite colour.
Hotwire held up some of the armour that would fit Bumblebee, even if he couldn't see it, "It's red," she said, "Your size, your shape, right down to the little horns... it's just red, is all. Got it off a dead Autobot. Well... he wasn't offline then. Just close. Probably would have offlined anyway, since I lacked the parts to help him. That's Triage for you."
Bumblebee's jaw dropped for a moment, somewhat surprised and shocked, although he knew he shouldn't be. Being a battlefield medic was a difficult job with terrible choices to make, and he knew that it was often up to them to decide whether or not someone could be repaired in time... because wasting time and supplies on a lost cause was sure to cost the lives of people who could have been saved. It was not a function he envied.
"Yeah, they say I'm there to ration medical supplies..." Hotwire's voice grew quieter, "But if I'm there for any reason, it's because there has to be somebody who's the last to die, so... the last one standing always dies alone." She shrugged, "But never mind me and my depressing stories. I could go on for days about the time I got a landmine exploding in my face, but it's not going to help you. Better to think about the people I've helped to save, eh?"
He couldn't argue with that. He'd had more than enough downer moments to last him a lifetime now. All he wanted to do was forget all about his captivity in this hell they called the Decepticon base. Of that was indeed possible.
"You get yourself some more recharge kid," Hotwire told him, "We'll get back to work tomorrow..." she gave him a quick kiss on the helm, and stepped back again.
Bumblebee relaxed, glad to be in the care of someone in the base who wasn't intent on tormenting him for petty and sadistic reasons. He just hoped that things stayed this way as long as they could.
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Harley: Yeah, Hotwire isn’t fully sympathetic. If she was entirely sympathetic, she’d be an Autobot. And she’d be in the Decepticon’s cells.
Froggy: Read! You’ve read. Now Reveiw!
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