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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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Work

He heard the door slam open and mech feet stomp in. “Time for work Droct, we need to beat the others,” T’ran’s voice announced as she rudely interrupted Bee’s thoughts. Bee pealed himself from the comfortable warmth of lying in Droct’s arms and stood up. Turning his head in the direction of her voice he smiled his greeting.

“Your project looks a bit stronger today,” she observed, as Bee stood up. Bee nodded with a grin, he was indeed much stronger than yesterday. Thanks to them…

He imagined Droct nodding towards him. “Yep. Guess he could come with us. If I just pull the trailer, he can ride in my bed,” the mech said. Bee relaxed, because he really didn’t want to be left alone. He’d rather follow his friends around blindly than to face his memory echoes all alone. At least if he was busy, maybe he wouldn’t have them.

“Well, guess so. It’d be better if he could see. But I guess he could just stand by the trailer and stack the recyclables as we pass them to him;” T’ran’s voice agreed.

“Did you ask M’ron how much lenses and repairing his vocals will cost?” Droct asked. Bee turned to him and smiled, letting him know that he’d asked the question that had been on his meta.

“Yep, about the same. So I’d repair his optics first, he could be more useful then. Maybe with him working too, it won’t take as long to save up for the rest,” T’ran stated matter-of-factly. Bee could almost picture her as the pragmatic Prowl he knew so well.

“Did ya order them already?”

She snorted; apparently she always ordered things and told him later. “Of course. They’ll come in on the next shuttle.”

Bee felt Droct’s hand squeeze his shoulder. “Few more day cycles, and you’ll be able to see again.”

Bee turned toward Droct’s voice, smiling and nodding. He’d like to be able to see again, and though he really wanted to be able to talk; he guessed that that could wait.

Droct led him out of the shack, then he heard the mech transform. While T’ran went and got the trailer and began to hitch it to her brother; Bee felt his way along his friend’s alt mode. Carefully climbing into the truck bed, he sat down cross legged and grabbed the sides. He’d work to the best of his minimal abilities, he owed his friend that much!

He felt Droct slowly pull out, the rough uneven surface causing the truck to jerk and bounce. The garbage mech tried to go as slow as he could, hoping that he wasn’t jarring his passenger too badly. But Bee just ground his jaws against the discomfort of his sensitive circuits being hit with the sudden pressures and jolts.

“I’m sorry Yellow, ground’s pretty rough here. I know it’s jarring your circuits.” He heard Droct say softly. So soft, that Bee could barely here him over the squeaking of Droct’s own bad shocks. Cringing as he listened to those failing shocks, Bee still couldn’t believe that the mech would fix up others – and neglect his own chassis in order to do so..
Squeezing his hands that were gripping the sides of Droct’s bed, Bee hoped he knew that he understood. That it really wasn’t that uncomfortable! As he thought that, the truck hit another jarring bump, causing Bee to swoon in pain. Grinding his jaws, he tried to ignore it.

“Hey Droct, you ugly slogger, found yourself another one – huh?” a male voice insulted.

Several more unseen garbage mechs snickered. “Yep, you’re so ugly the only way you have friends is to fix up worthless wrecks!” another insulted.

Droct stayed quiet, obviously used to these insults. But little Bumblebee wanted to jump up out of his bed and strangle the speakers. Granted, he didn’t know what Droct actually looked like, but he didn’t think the mech could be that ugly. And plus, Droct didn’t rescue a ‘worthless wreck’ – Bee was an Autobot!

“Why don’t you pricks just shut up,” T’ran’s voice rang out.

More snickering; “Why do you stick by your ugly brother, T’ran? He’s such a loser he can’t even defend himself!”

“Do I need to send M’ron to visit you?” the femme asked. Silence followed her words, so obviously she had threatened them.

They drove a bit further, then Droct stopped and Bee slowly climbed out. Hearing Droct transform, he felt the mech gently put an arm around him. “I’m sorry about those rude rust buckets. Don’t listen to them, you’re not a worthless wreck,” Droct whispered to him.

As T’ran and Droct walked off, beginning their daily search for recyclables, Bee stood with his hand on the trailer. Once again, the mech had apologized to him. But that’s not what bothered Bee. What bothered him was the fact that neither the mech nor his sister denied the fact that Droct was ugly. Could the gentle mech really be THAT ugly? Perhaps when Bee got back to the Autobots, he’d ask Ratchet and Wheeljack to rebuild his friend – if Droct wanted. He owed the mech that much.

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For several hours, Bee stood by the trailer, keeping a hand on it so that he wouldn’t lose his bearings. Periodically, he’d hear either T’ran or Droct approaching. Sometimes he could hear metal being dragged, sometimes the recyclable was small enough to be carried.

“Careful, Yellow; this one’s a little jagged.” T’ran informed him as he reached for the recyclable she had dragged up.

Smiling, he nodded. Running his fingers along its surface, he judged by feel, just how jagged it was. Positioning his hands to where he could keep it off of his tarp-protected arms, he carefully loaded it into the trailer. In his processor, he had a mental picture of how the trailer was loaded – developing that picture through his sense of touch.

T’ran stood there a second, watching the blind mech load the piece. She had to admit, he seemed pretty smart and willing to work. Doing what he could despite his great limitations. “You’re a tough little mech, Yellow,” she complimented.

He listened to her as her steps faded into the distance. He knew that she was a nice femme, just overly concerned for her brother. She really had no hard feelings towards him, she was just worried that he’d hurt Droct.

Smiling to himself, he tried to envision their reactions, when he got Optimus to send them new tires and funds in order to repay them. He hoped they’d be as happy as he thought they’d be. For he truly owed them that much!

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