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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: Well, I’ve made my decision. And it’s not going to be Prowl. Hell with it. It’s gonna be Blitzwing. Yep, the guy who tortured Bumblebee in the first chapter and raped him before the story started is going to pair up with him. I don’t know if it’s going to work out, but even if we find out it doesn’t, the journey there and back is going to be AWESOME.

Froggy: Aw man! You’re making me play Blitzwing? That's like playing THREE characters all at once!

Harley: Quiet you! Or I’ll stop writing out this dialogue for you! Anyway, it’s always possible that I may change my mind AGAIN before we get to the point where Hotwire meets Prowl. But right now, it’s going to be Blitzwing. Sorry about that if you were hoping for Prowl. Blitzwing’s just more interesting, what with being insane and all.

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Chapter Nine: Out In The Snow

A sharp cry filled the night as an Autobot mech dressed in the blood red of a Decepticon shot up in fright. Bumblebee sat there for a moment, coming out from another vicious nightmare, an exaggerated memory of his time with Starscream, shaking and holding his face in his hands. He was free, he had escaped the Decepticon base, and yet he still was having these nightmares. Why wouldn't they just go away?

The cry snapped Hotwire out of recharge, and she sat up with a jolt, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'll help with the fight..." she slowed to a halt as she woke up, and remembered where she was, "Oh, yeah..." she stopped again, "Oh, right. Bumblebee?" she rolled onto her side to look at the young Autobot, "Are you okay? Because you know... you don't sound okay."

"No,” he answered truthfully, shaking his head and trying to forget about what he had experienced, "It was... just another nightmare... It's alright. I'll get over it eventually."

"You know, after what you've been through, it's not unusual that you're having nightmares about it," Hotwire pointed out, shifting over so that she was sitting next to Bumblebee, "You can tell me about it, if you want to."

"What's to tell? You know exactly what I'm dreaming about,” he said, rubbing his face roughly, wishing he could enter his memory banks and selectively erase certain moments.

"Maybe so," Hotwire took his right hand, "But that doesn't mean you can't talk to me about it. And that doesn’t mean I won’t understand. And whether I understand or not... I still want to help."

"...It's the same thing every night since it happened,” Bumblebee told her, hiding his face, "I'm still stuck in that Decepticon cell, and then... then Starscream enters... only in my nightmare, he never leaves..."

"Tch..." Hotwire nodded, "Well, there's no need to be so down, Bumblebee. You helped me too, you know. I'd probably never have gotten out of the Decepticon base if it weren't for you. I mean, sure I was working up to the betrayal thing but it wasn’t a simple matter of pulling it whenever I felt like it."

"Yeah, I know. And I wouldn't have gotten out without you,” Bumblebee sighed, “I just wish... I wish I could get that Decepticon base out of me,” he said desperately, looking down at the ground.

"Oh, shush you," Hotwire wrapped her gangly arms around Bumblebee and cuddled him, "Give it time, and it’ll come. You'll learn from it. Perhaps more than you thought you might."

Bumblebee sighed, relaxing against Hotwire gratefully. "I don't know what I could learn, but...” he started, "Thanks. Just... thank you."

"Hey, it's not like there's much to learn from me in any case," Hotwire smiled, patting Bumblebee on the back of his head, "But you know, I was sad because I had no leg armour, until I met a mech whose feet didn’t function. So I took his leg armour off him. So cheer up, Bumblebee - you could still meet somebody whose feet don’t function."

"That makes sense... sorta,” Bumblebee said, getting the gist of her little story. He relaxed against the femme, letting his guard slip for the first time in weeks. He felt safe around her, and that feeling was worth more than a hundred tons of refined energon to him. Finally, he lifted his head to look around at the strange, alien world around him, filled with so many organics.

"Thinking again?" Hotwire asked him, "The world's alright, for a world that's not Cybertron, but I can't say much for its resident dominant species. Always bossing machines around."

Bumblebee nodded slowly. "Everything's backwards here,” he agreed, "Organics shaped like us ruling over machines; machines without sparks..."

"I'd say those self-centered humans are practically parasitic," Hotwire said, "But you're friends with one. Sort of like a pet."

"She's not really a pet,” the mech warned her, "...although she kinda acts like I'm one sometimes. Heh."

Hotwire smiled, "It's not important. What's important is that you start feeling better about your nightmares, hmmm?"

"There's no 'feeling better' about it,” he replied, shaking his head, "I just want to forget it."

"Oh..." Hotwire sighed, patting his back, "Relax. Circulate, think. You're not in that place any more, and neither am I. We're going back to the Autobot base, and when we get there you'll be fine."

"Yeah... It'll be nice to be around my friends again,” he said, smirking at Hotwire, "And introducing them to my new friend, of course. I know they'll welcome you in after what you’ve done for me." He sighed and leaned into her, appreciating her cuddles and comforting gestures.

Hotwire just hummed an old Cybertronian lullaby under her breath, rocking herself, and thus Bumblebee too, back and forth, "It's gonna be okay, yes it is," she told him quietly, moving her fingers carefully underneath his optics, wiping away the oily smears.

Bumblebee shivered and sighed, laying back in Hotwire's arms quietly, comforted by the slow rocking motion. He felt safe, secure, at peace. "Thank you,” he mumbled.

Hotwire smiled, feeling surprisingly content herself. Bumblebee might only be a kid, but he was honest and innocent and kind - Decepticons never showed any of those qualities, and she couldn't think of many Autobots who had either. Looking after him made her feel somehow like a better person for doing so. Still cradling Bumblebee, she could feel him shivering slightly, and she took his hand in hers, trying to comfort him.

Bumblebee sighed again, closing his optics down and snuggling up against the femme, relief striking him suddenly. For the first time, he realised he was really free of the Decepticons, that his life wouldn't end in their dungeon, and it was a feeling so good, a moment so perfect, that he just wanted it to last.

Hotwire still felt good about helping Bumblebee. It hadn’t been so easy to leave the Decepticons. There were people she cared for there. They cared for her. And how did she know the Autobots would even accept her? Why did her life have to be full of these kinds of choices? No. Don’t think about that. And as for the Autobots... well... They'd probably be glad to have their friend back that they’d let her go. She wouldn’t have to go back to anybody. She’d be free. Probably, "I expect when we get back to the Autobot base, it'll be goodbye," she said quietly, "I expect I shall miss you, Bumblebee. At least a little bit."

Bumblebee clung to her softly, resting his head on her shoulder, "I don't want you to leave,” he whispered, “I don’t want to lose you when I get back to my friends. I want you to come back to base with me.”

Hotwire cuddled him again, "I know," she said, "But that just makes it harder. Your friends are better people than I am anyway," she added, "So you'll not miss me for long," she tried to reassure Bumblebee.

"That's not true,” he told her, shaking his head vigorously, "I'm not going to forget about you. And you're not a bad person!"

Hotwire smiled a little. She couldn't help it. True or not, it was rather nice to hear such claims. She couldn't think of any Decepticon who’d miss her. They only cared about her medical abilities. Indeed, Starscream had loathed her even before she'd knocked him out with that virus, "That's sweet of you, Bumblebee. I'm going to remember you for a good long time too."

Bumblebee was quiet, still hugging Hotwire softly and just enjoying the moment of peace for as long as he could. Soon, though, he felt embarrassed, like he was showing his youth a bit too clearly, “I still want you to come back with me,” he said.

Hotwire sighed, “I’ll try,” she said softly, "But even so, there's no need to feel awkward. I don't mind."

"I know, I'm just... I should be stronger than this,” he replied quietly.

"Oh sweetie... you are strong," Hotwire told him, "You're brave too. You stood up for me to Starscream, even though you knew what he'd do. You didn't have to, but you did. I can't remember the last time anybody stood up for me."

Gradually, the young Autobot smiled, "I did, didn't I?" he said happily. He hadn't thought about it at the time. He certainly wasn't trying to be brave. He’d just... acted.

"Yes, you did," Hotwire continued to hold his hand, "It doesn't matter whose side you're on, anybody can be brave and anybody can be strong. But not everybody is brave or strong. You could grow into a very special person, Bumblebee."

"Maybe,” he said, nodding to her, "But I think I’ll need your help for that. It seems I'm at my best when you're around."

Hotwire shifted a little, "How do you think I could help you, Bumblebee? I'd be happy to find a way."

"I don't know,” Bumblebee admitted, "But you can't help if you're not around. I think... I think you should give the Autobots a chance again. Just for a while. You can always leave later."

"Well," Hotwire considered it, "I suppose... I could stay for a little while. It couldn't hurt..." she smiled and brought Bumblebee in for another cuddle, "And making you happy feels good too."

The Autobot chuckled as he returned the hug, "No complaints here,” he assured her.

Hotwire leant her head back, looking up at the sky and smiling. Suddenly, she stopped smiling and jumped to her feet, pushing Bumblebee behind her and looking into the distance. There was a Corvette/Cougar hybrid approaching.

Bumblebee looked around in confusion, not catching on to what Hotwire had located quite as quickly. "What? What is it?" he asked the medic.

"Slag-buckets!" Hotwire cursed, "It looks like we've got a bounty hunter on our afts. Lockdown, no less. Although it might be interesting to know how much Megatron is offering..."

"Let's worry about that later!" Bumblebee spoke, interrupting Hotwire's logical-as-usual thought process, "We need to get out of here!" He swiftly switched into alt mode, calculating what would be his best plan of escape.

Lockdown was already closing in on them. The mech's upgrades helped him to move at high speeds, and Hotwire wasn't certain she was going to be able to throw him off, or fight him off either. She didn't transform to alt mode, remaining standing and waiting for him to reach her. The important thing, for some reason, was that she could hold him off for long enough that Bumblebee could get away.

Bumblebee, who had started to drive away upon seeing the threat, quickly reversed back towards Hotwire when he realised that she wasn't running with him. "What the pit are you doing?" he asked her in a mix of anger and exasperation, "You can't beat him on your own!"

"Does this look like the face of a coward to you?" Hotwire snapped at him, tapping the side of her helmet, "Go on, get out of here! I can deal with this!"

"Not without me, you aren't!" the young Autobot protested, transforming into his primary form, "We've got a better chance taking him together."

"Are you MAD? You're just a youngling!" Hotwire replied, "You can't-" she stopped as Lockdown transformed into robot mode, "Slag it..."

Lockdown smirked at them both, "Megatron's offering 10,000 credits to get both of you back still functioning," he smirked, "If you give up now, I won't have to beat you down."

"Oh, COME ON," Hotwire rolled her optics, stepping between Lockdown and Bumblebee, "You don't seriously expect me to just give up, do you?" From behind, Bumblebee could see her hand forming into a cyber-pistol.

Lockdown smirked again, "Don't do anything stupid, femme," he warned her, raising his EMP generator and firing at the neutral and Bumblebee. They both promptly staggered and fell to the floor, and Lockdown strode forward, two pairs of stasis cuffs in hand. He slapped the first pair on Bumblebee, and then paused, looking at Hotwire. She was already trying to stand.

Bumblebee fought and struggled to get free of the cuffs being slapped onto his wrists, but his response time had slowed to a crawl and his motors had become unresponsive due to the EMP. And he wasn't recovering fast enough.

"5,000 credits and an upgrade for each of you," Lockdown commented, "That's not bad for your ranks. Then again," he grinned unpleasantly at Hotwire, who was pushing herself off the ground, "You could be worth 5,000 credits to me."

Hotwire paused on her hands and knees, "Well," she said, "I always did wish there were more neutral mechs around... and it does sound preferable to being tortured the way the Autobot was..."

"Is that a yes, little femme?" Lockdown smirked.

"What are you doing?!" Bumblebee cried out to Hotwire, although his voice was distorted and filled with static.

"Well, you're a nice kid, Bee, but I'm not going through what you went through," Hotwire said, "And I'm not going back there, either. If you'd just run like I told you to, you'd be fine."

"Heh. I like this one," Lockdown commented, "Now I'm just gonna-"

The kick to the face knocked him off balance, and Hotwire followed up with a spinning kick to the chassis.

The Autobot managed to roll away from the sudden violence, watching Hotwire's split-second double-cross against Lockdown with a touch of admiration, somewhat surprised that it actually was working. Lockdown had gotten too cocky for his own good.

Lockdown's left arm transformed into a chainsaw, and he lunged at Hotwire. Hotwire only flipped back, landing a kick in his midriff as she did so, and as he paused, lifting his EMP again, her plait lashed out again, wrapping around his neck, and pulling him closer; a position in which it was very easy for her to continue to kick and hit him. She did this for several seconds before the ‘tail’ stung him, sending him crashing to the ground, "I wonder what data I can take from you?" she smirked, looking down at the temporarily paralysed mech.

Bumblebee shakily got to his feet and staggering over towards Hotwire. He watched as her deceptively harmless-looking plait stung Lockdown's chassis. Frowning, the young Autobot tentatively asked, "Isn't that... a little bit wrong?"

Hotwire paused as much of Lockdown's data was downloaded into her own mind, "I've had to do this before. It's not like I'm taking anything away from him. I'm just copying it. Besides, you didn't put up a fuss when I did it to Starscream, so why are you fussing now?"

The comment struck home, and Bumblebee knew that he was being a terrible hypocrite for bringing the subject up, but he knew that there was something wrong about this regardless, "It's like a form of... rape,” he spoke up, struggling on the last word.

Lockdown grimaced as Hotwire made copies of vital information he had stolen and sold over the years, “That’s a pretty useful tool, femme,” he hissed, “It’d make a good trophy...” Then his head fell back, and he rebooted.

Hotwire's sting withdrew from Lockdown, and she tilted her head to face Bumblebee, before hesitating, "Oh, never mind. I don't have to explain myself to you. Let's get moving. We need to get you back to your friends."

Bumblebee shifted into his alt form, which conveniently hid his expression of disappointment, and he took the lead, "So why DO you do the things you do?" he asked again.

Hotwire paused, "It’s not as if I have much reason to exist, apart from the data I’ve accumulated over the eons,” she told Bumblebee, “Apart, of course, from my job. Decepticons despise me for my Autobot traits, believing that I’m weak and pathetic,” she spat, “And Autobots fear and distrust me for my Decepticon qualities, believing that at any moment, I could betray them.”

"Trust is something that has to be earned,” Bumblebee told her carefully, "And it's always harder if you've broken trust before."

"I'll do whatever I need to," Hotwire said shortly, her motorcycle mode shifting slightly, "Whatever I need to do, to get the job done."

"Maybe that's why many people distrust you,” he spoke up, trying to be helpful, "They don't believe that the ends justify the means. Sometimes, you have to draw a line, see?"

"Oh really?" Hotwire's vocals became increasingly cutting, "Well, if I'd drawn a line, I'd never have broken you out of that place. You'd still be on my med-lab table, and Starscream wouldn't be suffering from a paralysis virus right now - he'd be screwing you good and hard."

It was then that she had crossed a line that Bumblebee could no longer tolerate. This time, he did slam on the brakes, coming to a stop as the motorcycle sped past him. Burning rubber angrily, the Autobot spun around in a half circle and took off in the opposite direction of the medic without a word.

Hotwire braked and turned around, "You're heading right back towards Lockdown!" she shouted after him, following him closely, "And the Decepticon base too! Don't be such a Sparkling about this!"

Bumblebee shifted gears, accelerating ever faster in the direction he had fled, determined to slam into Lockdown if the Decepticon happened to be stupid enough to stay in his path.

"Stop that!" Hotwire shouted, almost catching up with him when she suddenly skidded to a halt, "Bumblebee, STOP!" she shrieked at him, transforming into robot mode again, "Stop and get behind me!"

"Why should I?!" he shouted back, still driving and still terribly hurt by Hotwire's words.

"Because there are Seekers approaching!" Hotwire shouted at him, "We have to get you under cover!" Indeed, there were three Seekers in the sky, coming in at a tremendous rate.

THAT got Bumblebee to turn around again, driving in Hotwire's direction. Fear was overriding hurt and anger in short order. That could be dealt with later.

Hotwire grabbed his arm, pulling him into robot mode and holding on tightly. The Seekers were going at such a speed by now that they passed right over her, and, pulling Bumblebee along behind her, she ran at right angles to them.

Bumblebee swiftly shook of her grip but followed closely behind her, hoping desperately that the seekers missed them. Fighting one bounty hunter could be done by them. Fighting three Decepticons at once was a losing battle.

Hotwire realised that they had reached the edge of a cliff, and skidded to a half, looking back at the seekers and standing in front of Bumblebee again. From the looks of things, two of the Seekers looked like Thundercracker and Skywarp, and it was hard to tell from this distance, but the third could be Dirge.

"Oh no,” Bumblebee uttered, looking down the cliff, wishing that he had a pair of wings. "Please tell me you've got a brilliant plan for this, too,” he spoke up hopefully to his medic friend.

Hotwire looked from the cliff edge to the Seekers, "Maybe," she said, facing the Seekers again, "Aw, this is going to suck..."

Hearing Hotwire say that deflated Bumblebee's spirits, and he knew they were in deep slag now, "Oh, we're screwed,” he muttered, looking down the cliff again, debating if it would be better if he offlined himself now by jumping.

"No, no," Hotwire took his arm again, "Whatever happens, don't let go," she told him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, "Whatever happens," she repeated, moving around so that it was her on the edge, "Oh, this is going to suck so much," she added, and leant back, letting herself fall off the cliff. When they landed, it was going to be Bumblebee who landed on top of Hotwire. The skinny femme was going to be damaged far more in the fall than he.

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Harley: Ho! So now for my ever-repeated request. You know what to do...
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