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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: To answer Dragolover, there is no Bumblebee/Hotwire stuff. Didn’t you read the things earlier? I already told you that it’s mostly a mother/son relationship. The actual pairing will take several chapters to kick in... but it’s going to be Prowl/OC. Unless I change my mind before we get there.

Froggy: But that’s not going to take Bumblebee out of the picture... oh no, it’s gonna get so much more interesting because of it. You know what happens when your mom gets a boyfriend and stops paying attention to you...

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Chapter Eight: Escape

The door to the med-lab slammed open, and Starscream was standing there, sneering at both Hotwire and Bumblebee, “I knew something was off about you repairing this Autoscum,” he snarled, and lunged for Hotwire.

"Uh... I have no idea what you're talking about, Star-hurk!" Hotwire started choking as she was slammed up against the wall.

"You infected me with a fragging LOGIC BOMB, you treacherous, evil-minded, cheap whore!" Starscream snarled at her while Bumblebee looked on in horror.

“Hey!” Hotwire snapped, “I am not a whore!”

"I'd kill you if I didn't want you to take it out RIGHT NOW!" Starscream shrieked.

"Get away from her!" Bumblebee suddenly shouted. He didn't know what had come over him, what had snapped him out of his terror, but now he saw everything in a red haze; felt like fire was burning inside his very circuits, "It's me you want!"

Starscream turned to look at Bumblebee, sneering, "Look who's just got up some circuits," he snickered.

"Look who's talking..." Hotwire managed, "Why don't you go down to the store and buy yourself a new interface cable, you port..."

Starscream nearly exploded with rage, then grinned, "Huh, I bet he wouldn't be so ready to protect you if he knew what you really looked like," he smirked, and turned to face Bumblebee, holding Hotwire in front of him, "She’s nothing but a freak, with her red Decepticon symbol and her blue visor and all those scars on her arms!”

"What does that have to do with anything?!" the young Autobot demanded, his anger thankfully overriding his fear for once, “She’s still my friend!”

“You keep your grubby hands away from my visor, you sadistic monster!” Hotwire snapped at Starscream.

Starscream yanked the blue visor covering the top half of Hotwire's face up. It wasn't the green optics. Lots of mechs had green optics. But the top half of Hotwire's face was horribly melted and scarred, most likely because of some extreme heat or an explosion at some point.

"Explain," Starscream prompted Hotwire as he squeezed her neck again.

"The landmine... It was an Autobot landmine... it blew up in my face... it nearly deactivated me..." Hotwire choked, and was dropped back to the floor, where she quickly slid the visor back down.

But right now, Bumblebee didn't care that Hotwire was disfigured. It didn't make her any less of a friend. She had helped him when no one else would. No... what really bothered him, what enraged him beyond belief, was that Starscream would stoop low enough to use it as a way of humiliating her. It was more than he could stand, "You rusted piece of slag!" the young mech snarled, rushing at his tormentor.

Starscream just stood there, grinning. Just as Bumblebee reached him, he swung his fist, knocking the Autobot across the room and into the table full of weapons and armour and programs.

"Hey!" Hotwire straightened up, "That's my stuff! And you leave that kid alone!"

"Well," Starscream slammed her up against the wall again, "How about I take you instead? Then he'll be all alone..." he smirked, "It's you or him, Hotwire. And you just know Megatron's watching, so you'd better give the right answer."

Bumblebee was stunned, but not in stasis lock. What Starscream hadn’t paid attention to, was that he had tossed the Autobot into a collection of weapons. He wasted no time in grabbing a gun she had been about to install in him, and rushing at Starscream's back with a scream of rage.

Starscream turned quickly, holding Hotwire in front of him like a shield and lashing out at Bumblebee again. Now he wasn't even talking to Bumblebee, "So what's your answer, freak?" he asked the femme, "Will it be you warming my bunk, or the brat? Although to be honest, I'd rather see his pretty face than yours..." he chuckled nastily, “What do you say...”

"I say no..." Hotwire snarled at him, "To BOTH!" Her plait lashed out like a whip, wrapping twice around Starscream’s neck, then the tip of it stinging him. Starscream's optics widened and he collapsed seconds later to the floor.

Bumblebee stood trembling, ready to fight, staring down at Starscream. When the Decepticon didn't get up, he gave Hotwire a puzzled look, "What did you do to him?"

"It's a paralysis virus," Hotwire answered, "Should keep him quiet for a couple of solar cycles. In the meantime, I think we'd better get you out of here. And I'm sorry you had to see... this," she added, gesturing towards her face.

"It's alright,” Bumblebee assured her, "I don't mind so much about that as I mind him taking advantage of it!" The young mech kicked Starscream in the side harder, still clutching the gun in his hand. This was his chance. He could get free. Perhaps more importantly, he could end a living nightmare. Kneeling down, the Autobot raised the gun, looking for a weak point.

"Bumblebee, give me that gun," Hotwire said warningly, holding out her hand for the blaster. Looking down at Starscream, she could see that while he couldn't move or speak, his optics were widening in cowardly terror.

"Why?" Bumblebee asked her, keeping a firm grip on the gun and pressing it to Starscream's head, "This is our chance. We can get rid of this bastard once and for all!"

"Oh, sure," Hotwire replied, "I won't deny he deserves to be destroyed. So go ahead. Kill him while he's lying there helpless. You have every right to do so, if you can find the strength to pull that trigger. No doubt it will be difficult. But believe you me, killing gets easier every time." She leant on a wall, watching him closely.

“He’s a monster!” Bumblebee wailed at Hotwire, a desperate look on his face, “This will be a mercy in comparison to what he’s done to me!" It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself, not her.

"And you have every right to end his life," Hotwire told him, "But if you do, a day will come when you haven't the strength to live with yourself. When you're consumed by self-hatred. When you look in the mirror, and he is your reflection. And worst of all, you won't even remember why you did it; just that you did."

Staring down into Starscream's terrified optics, Bumblebee took aim with a trembling hand, preparing to end the Decepticon's life. He had never offlined anybody before, but not for a lack of trying. He had been in fights, in combat, but somehow this was far harder than that had ever been. He wasn't firing at some distant, moving target that was trying to offline him. This was someone who couldn't even move or have any say in the outcome. It was entirely up to him. He hesitated.

Hotwire started walking around the lab, stuffing disks and tools into her chassis compartment and bags, "And you're right, he is a monster," she added, "He hurts people. Not because it's his job, or because he's paid to do it, or because he has to. Because hurting people makes him happy," she paused, still packing, "But I know you won't turn into a monster, Bumblebee. Not even for a moment."

Bumblebee paused for one more moment. Then he tossed the gun aside, "Dammit!" he cursed, turning away from Starscream.

"That's better," Hotwire said, still cramming things into her compartments, "Revenge never works out anyway. Trust me on that one."

Bumblebee slumped to the ground, sitting back against the table, drained and depressed, "Personal experience?" he asked the medic.

"What else would it be?" Hotwire asked him, "One day you look in the mirror, and you're everything you ever despised. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day." She straightened up, her chassis bursting with disks and tools, as well as a bagful of them in her left hand. She slammed her fist against her red Decepticon symbol a couple of times to close it, "Now, it's time to get you out of here," she said calmly, holding her hand out to Bumblebee.

The young mech reached up and took her hand, getting to his feet, "Do you have some sort of plan?" he asked, "I don't think we can just walk out the front door."

Hotwire smirked, and held up a mirror, showing Bumblebee his new reflection. He didn't look like himself at all. He was a blood red, with red optics, "I think we'll get you out easily enough," she smirked.

Bumblebee stared at his own reflection in shock. He hadn't realized just how much he had changed with all the parts replacements. He looked nothing like his old self; he was like one of his enemies, a Decepticon. It was at the same time disturbing and exhilarating. A flood of relief passed through him that he hadn’t shot Starscream, "Good point,” he said quietly.

"Don't draw attention to yourself, and just keep moving," Hotwire advised him, "Oh, and one more thing, Starscream," she crouched down to look at the cowardly jet, "You really should have seen this coming." Her plait lashed out again, whip-like, and stung him in the neck once more. Hotwire just smirked, "Downloading data now..." she said in a monotone voice.

The Autobot just watched curiously, wondering what exactly it was that Hotwire was doing. He figured he could ask her later; they had more important things to worry about, and he trusted her to know what she was doing. Hotwire was quite resourceful.

"There we go," Hotwire smirked and patted Starscream's cheek patronisingly, "And you can tell Megatron that it was all my fault, because after all, even if it wasn't, I won't be here to deny it." She stood up, taking Bumblebee's wrist and leading him out of the med-bay, walking quickly.

Bumblebee followed after her, trying to act as calm and confident as he could to not draw the attention of his enemies.

Hotwire looked neither right nor left, passing several Decepticons who looked at Bumblebee the way they might look at somebody who seemed familiar but to whom they couldn't place the name. But they were all preoccupied with something else, and turned away soon enough.

It was an odd sensation to walk through an enemy base and not even be recognized by the people he was used to fighting. It made him wonder why Autobots hadn't thought to do this before. Sneaking in undetected and disguised could allow an undercover operative to cause plenty of damage. Of course, he was mostly just concerned with getting away.

Eventually they came to the front door, and Hotwire opened the door into the snow, leaving the base with Bumblebee and standing in the snow, "Well, I suppose this is where we split up," she said.

The Autobot turned to face his medic friend, unwilling to leave without her, although he knew that every moment he stayed increased his chances of being caught. "I don't want to split up,” he told her, "Come with me, Hotwire. You can't possibly want to stay here!"

"Well, I won't be," Hotwire replied, "The data I just stole from Starscream will be very valuable to the right mechs. Including me. But I can't come with you-"

"Why you treacherous little whore!!!" Megatron's voice bellowed behind them, "Catch them! Offline them BOTH!" A burst of plasma sizzled over Bumblebee's head.

Bumblebee faced Hotwire briefly as more beams of plasma flashed by, weakly saying, "Run?" He quickly followed his own advice, transforming into his alt mode - now red - and driving as fast as he could away from the Decepticon base, burning rubber.

Just behind him, Hotwire's stunt motorcycle alt was doing pretty much the same thing, dodging several blasts, "I just hope when I get you back to your base, your comrades aren't too surprised to see you like this!" she shouted to him, "Though they may be surprised to see you alive!"

"Let's just hope they don't blast me on sight!" he called back, considering the very real possibility of being killed by friendly fire. He didn't look or sound like he used to.

"Don't worry, I know how to deal with these situations. You still have your Autobot setup files, right?" Hotwire returned. Now Blitzwing was following them in his jet form, and catching up.

"Of course,” Bumblebee answered, "Um, do you have a flak cannon or AA gun? Just saying, I don't think we can outrun the jet."

"Give me just a moment..." Hotwire watched Blitzwing flying lower and lower, "Whatever happens, keep moving!"

"Soon you vill be going back to Megatron," the calm Blitzwing shouted down to her.

"Maybe," Hotwire shouted, watching the terrain, "But you won't be!" She transformed again, jumped, and fired a shot from her light blaster. It hit Blitzwing square in the jaw, and he transformed into his angry personality - which couldn't fly. The resulting crash in the snow was long and impressive, and deep enough to plant three tonnes of potatoes in, but Hotwire had already returned to her stunt-cycle form and was accelerating to catch up with Bumblebee.

Bumblebee, watching the nifty and familiar trick being performed by his friend, could accurately express his admiration in vehicular form, but he could voice his opinion, "Nice trick,” he told the medic, "Where'd you learn that from?"

"I was watching when you pulled it on Blitzwing," Hotwire replied, "Just because you didn't see me there doesn't mean I wasn't." She smiled dryly, "Now, it's time to get you back home without being shot on sight. Although Autobots don't usually do that sort of thing, right?"

"Um, not usually,” Bumblebee grudgingly admitted, "Although... if a couple of Decepticons come rushing at their base, they might think it's an attack and shoot back."

"Well, it's a good thing that you don't have any weapons, isn't it?" Hotwire asked, "You'll have time enough to explain yourself to them. You'll be fine. Although they may be surprised to see you alive. Starscream was having so much fun with you, he sent a picture of your offline form through to them so they'd not try and rescue you. In case you were wondering why you were apparently abandoned."

Bumblebee went totally silent, and asides from a tremble in his frame, there was no sign of his inner turmoil. He could easily imagine why his comrades would believe him dead. Starscream had much to answer for.

"Don't worry about it," Hotwire told him, "The important thing is that you didn't turn into Starscream. I was worried for a moment, but it looks like I might have been wrong after all."

"I'll never turn into him. Never,” Bumblebee replied tersely, afraid of the very idea. Starscream was a monster, and he knew he wasn't. If anything else, his belief in the rightness of the Autobot cause had been strengthened by this nightmarish encounter. People like Starscream could not be reasoned with or shown quarter. They had to be fought without hesitation.

Hotwire nodded, or would have done had she not been a motorcycle, "I used to believe there was no such thing as good or evil, just a great boiling sea of misery and despair," she pointed out, "But who knows; you could be proving me wrong. Maybe."

"Even if you don't believe in good or evil,” the young mech spoke, "Surely you can recognize when a sort of behaviour is bad for you and everyone as a whole."

"Well... there is that," Hotwire admitted, "Sometimes my behaviour is kind of bad for people."

"Like using people as unknowing test subjects for nasty viruses?" the Autobot asked his rescuer.

"Oh, come on!" Hotwire shrugged, "I didn't do anything to you, and I haven't even managed to install that Treachery Virus in the Decepticon computers yet!"

"I'm just saying,” Bumblebee replied, "That sort of thing could backfire on you someday. Or worse, someone nastier than you could get hold of your work and use it for whatever they want. Like Megatron. Or Starscream. Then we'd be in serious trouble."

"I'm counting on it," Hotwire smirked, "Oh, sure, we'll be in serious trouble, but they'll be seriously dead. And I do have the antidotes with me. Frag, I HOPE they try it out."

Bumblebee did a double-take, debating with himself over whether or not Hotwire was suicidal or just not thinking about this hard enough. He settled on not thinking about it too hard. "Sometimes, you scare me."

"Sometimes, you think too much," Hotwire returned as they came to the road, "Oh well; at least we're driving on concrete now."

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Harley: There you go; we’re out. More fun is approaching. Next chapter involves getting chased by Seekers, but they’re not the only people who will be sent out...
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