Voice From Nowhere-Ch1

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Title: A Voice from Nowhere (Ch. 1)
Main Characters: Bumblebee, Starscream. (Some Megatron, Jazz, and Optimus)
Pairings: None Yet. (There will be, though.)
Rating: T
Warnings: Minor violence
Summary: See A/N
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Transformer characters or their worlds.
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First A/N: I watched Transformers for the first time about a week ago and I’m already obsessed. I wrote this story based on some facts and theories I found out about Bumblebee and his voice. I hope this turns out okay, I’m still getting a hang on the Transformer characters and lingo. Please enjoy!
Second A/N: This was before the TFA came out. Heck, this was before the second movie! As such, a lot of the ideas and theories I had then have developed and changed dramatically. Still, there’s a lot of fun stuff, and since this was my first ever fanfic related to Transformers, I really want to put it up. The focus is on Bumblebee, from the movie, with some concepts and ideas I’d picked up from G1 (which I finished a week after watching the 2007 movie). Starscream is also focused on, as a rival to Bumblebee.
I’ll be editing as I go, so go ahead and suggest ideas and changes. Feel free to laugh, too…I was a pretty young writer…and a bit of an airhead. X3 Enjoy!
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Scene: Cybertron (Or at least what’s left of it). Bumblebee is leading the Autobot forces surrounding a huge dome. The dome is the home of the AllSpark, uncovered after millennia’s of search. Prime, Ratchet, and Jazz are already inside, trying to rig some sort of ejection device to the Cube to get it as far from Cybertron as possible. The Decepticons are fighting desperately to break the ranks of the Autobots in order to penetrate the dome and stop Prime, but they haven’t succeeded. Yet.
Behind a ruined, Cybertronian tower a small yellow figure crouches. He is battered and weary from orns of battle, but he refuses to give up. Nearby, an Autobot named Blurr provides cover fire from behind a large hunk of metal while Bee tries to coordinate the Autobot forces and care for his wounded companion, Kup.
Things are not going well.</i>
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A Voice from Nowhere
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Primus take it all! Bumblebee cursed mentally, ducking back behind the scorched framework of the building. A short distance away, Kup was fading fast, his optics flickering like the energon leaking through the wound on his chest plating. If they didn’t get out of here fast, he might not make it back to Ratchet in time for repairs.
Except, they couldn’t leave.
The AllSpark was still here. It was in the building behind him, surrounded by dozens of Autobots, all fighting for their sparks.
No, that’s not right…All fighting for the AllSpark. We’re fighting for the AllSpark. We’re fighting for everyone’s lives.
If what Optimus said is true…Bumblebee rolled out from behind the building and took a shot at an advancing Decepticon. We can’t let these guys have it.
The Decepticon wailed and collapsed as the blast ripped through to the spark in its chest. Bumblebee didn’t pause, rushing back behind the building to Kup’s side. Across the way, Blurr shot him a thumbs up before moving in to take over Bumblebee’s previous spot, laying cover fire as he went.
“Stay with me, Kup.” The yellow minibot pleaded, firing over his shoulder again. “Come on, Kup. You can make it…”
He peered out again. To the far right, the Decepticons known as Barricade and Devastator were ripping something…don’tthinkaboutit…to shreds. Farther away a Decepticon met the same fate at the hands of Ironhide. It was getting messy. Bumblebee couldn’t kid himself, more Autobots were falling than Decepticons and only the Decepticons could replace those numbers.
By Primus, why’d Optimus put me in charge? Bumblebee worried. Why couldn’t he leave Jazz in command? Or even Ratchet? I’m no good at this stuff!
“Hey! How’s it going back there?” Ironhide’s voice boomed across the field. It was loud enough to rattle an Autobot’s circuits, and it was the best thing he’d heard in an orn.
“Back here, Ironhide!” Bumblebee shouted, leaning cautiously out for a moment to signal to his friend. “Quick! Before something…”
The Decepticon companion known as Ravager jumped out of nowhere. She landed on Ironhide’s shoulder with enough force to knock him to the ground. Her jaws came down lightning fast…but not laser-fast. Ravager yelped and hopped away, still sporting her smoking rear. Bumblebee blew the vapor from his gun as Ironhide squeezed in next to him.
“Nice shot, Bee.” Ironhide grinned. “How are things goin’ back here?”
“Not good.” Bumblebee replied shortly, clambering over his companion to take another shot. “How about up front?”
“Not much better. I left Prowl in charge; you know how he loves a challenge.”
“Yeah.” Bumblebee muttered. “I just hope Hound’s holograms can hold them off long enough for Optimus to finish whatever he’s doing in there.”
A giant hand landed on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t doubt him, Bumblebee. Optimus Prime knows what’s best.”
Bumblebee nodded. “I know.” He shrugged the hand off and shot, pulling back to avoid return fire. “I just wish he hadn’t taken Jazz and Ratchet with him. I could sure use their expertise out here.”
“He has his reasons, Bee. Our job is to keep these guys outta the…” Ironhide jumped to his pedes. “BLURR, LOOK OUT!”
The blue Autobot leapt the moment he heard his name. The chunk of metal that had been his shelter exploded into a million fragments, one of which buried itself in the unfortunate bot’s shoulder. Blurr screamed in pain as his attacker strode out through the dust and stood above him, his identity shrouded in microscopic remnants of the destruction.
Ironhide took a step, but Bumblebee stopped him. “I’ll take him, Ironhide. Stay here and watch Kup!”
“But…” Uncertainty shone in Ironhide’s optical sensors.
Bumblebee was already moving; pretending that he didn’t know Ironhide was worried about him. “I’m in charge, right? STAY HERE!”
Bumblebee ran as fast as he could, dodging a few random shots as he came. He recognized the form as he approached and cursed his luck. Starscream’s high pitched voice sneered through his audio receptors as he approached.
“Not so tough now, are you Autobot?” The bullying subcommander of the Decepticons placed his foot against the injury and rubbed it, laughing as Blurr’s shriek passed the sensors’ ability to hear.
Bumblebee caught him completely by surprise. His laser blade sliced right through the rotary functions of the bot’s right leg, immobilizing him. Starscream fell to his knees in agony as Bee leapt over him to Blurr’s side, dragging him roughly away from the flailing seeker. The blue bot was mumbling under his breath. Bee wasn’t sure, but the chaotic blend of Blurr’s speech filtered into something like a prayer. Determined, Bee slipped the wounded soldier’s arm across his neck and half lifted him to his feet. “Hang on, Blurr. You’re not dead yet.”
“Maybe not, Autobot. But YOU are.”
Bumblebee felt as though ice had been downloaded into his circuitry. He knew that voice. He knew that voice far too well.
Pleasebewrong, pleasebewrong, PLEASEbewrong…
He turned around slowly; trying his best not to agitate Blurr’s wound.
Dear Primus, I hate you.
“Megatron.”
The titanic Decepticon grinned as jovially as though they were old friends, tossing the unconscious Prowl to one side with a grin.
“Bumblebee.” Bee hated the sound of his name rolling of the Decepticon’s tongue like a delicacy, baiting him, toying with him. “Please tell me this isn’t the best Optimus has to offer. A mere sparkling in command of the Autobot resistance?”
Bumblebee knelt quickly, placing the now unconscious Blurr on the ground next to him.
“He’s got better things to do than play with you, traitor!” He shouted, standing up, ready to fight.
“Ah, yes…speaking of better things…where is it?”
“You won’t get that AllSpark, Megatron!” Bee snapped, cocking his blaster and preparing to fire. “I won’t let you!”
Bumblebee didn’t remember how he got onto the ground, but he did his best to glare up at Megatron anyway. The leader of the Decepticons looked bored. “Oh, please. When you’re more of a challenger we’ll discuss an actual battle. For now, I just want to know what the code is for the gateway.”
“You’re logic center is malfunctioning if you think I’ll just tell you!”
Megatron’s hand closed easily around Bumblebee’s chest, roughly hoisting him up to optical level. “Aren’t you a little short to be pushing your luck? Autobots aren’t well known for leading long cycles.” Megatron snarled.
Bumblebee flinched at the threat, but he refused to back down. Both Cybertronians knew they were running out of time. Optimus had been inside for an orn. Whatever Prime was planning it would happen soon. Megatron’s forces didn’t have the time or the energy to break the gate down by force and only Bee might know the code. Starscream’s optics gleamed nearby in anticipation as the tension built.
“TELL ME!” Megatron bellowed into Bee’s face.
“GO TO UNICRON, SLAG BRAINS!”
Megatron’s anger was getting the better of him. Bumblebee winced as the pressure on his chest increased. It would end soon now. If he could just annoy Megatron a little longer he would die quickly and Megatron would lose. He would be brave. He had no regrets…not many, anyway. He would show everyone that he was a soldier too…
The sound of squealing metal scraped against his audio receptors. His eyes snapped open in shock as Blackout finished removing the panel from Blurr’s spark chamber. His eye sparkled with anticipation. “Shall I finish him, Lord Megatron?” Blackout asked coldly, his monotone voice somehow still reflecting his eagerness.
Megatron turned an amused expression on the horrified Bumblebee. “Shall he, little bot?”
Bumblebee choked. He couldn’t do it. But he had to. He had to tell them the code. Or did he?
It was risky, and he probably wouldn’t survive, but he had to try. Blackout’s hand began to lower towards Blurr’s spark.
“STOP!”
Blackout paused. Bumblebee slumped in Megatron’s hand. He had to be defeated. He couldn’t give them any reason to doubt him or they’d send for Soundwave, and Soundwave could read memory cores…He had to play this right. “Let him go, Megatron! I’ll…I’ll help you…” He steeled himself. “…please. Not Blurr.”
The triumph in Megatron’s voice told Bumblebee everything he needed to know. “Excellent. Blackout, get Starscream back to the repair docks. I will escort our little friend to the gate.”
“You do not wish me to accompany you, Lord Megatron?” Blackout intoned, his optics flashing toward the limp figure in Megatron’s claws.
“Don’t insult me.” Megatron rolled his eyes and patted Bee on the head, much to the bot’s indignation and shame. “I can handle this Auto-brat.”
As Blackout transformed to carry Starscream, the Seeker glared at Bumblebee with enough heat to smelt titanium plating. “My only regret is that I won’t be there to help make you scream, Autobot.” He hissed as his leader carried the helpless bot away.
OIO
Bee could feel the hum of the building in his spark. He could sense the power of the object within, the hope, the wonder. He felt like he was drifting away against his will on a stream of energy. It would have been rather peaceful if he wasn’t suffocating. Megatron’s hand had shoved him so hard against the wall by the gate that Bee was imbedded in it, roughly 20 feet off the ground. Megatron’s other hand was brushing lightly against the keypad, ready to type. Nearby, five Autobots were sprawled where Megatron had left them in critical condition. Even one-handed, Megatron was a dangerous foe.
“Now…Tell me the code, Autobot.”
Bee knew his time was now officially out. The part of himself he wished didn’t exist was whimpering pitifully. Give him the code! Give him the code!
Megatron’s patience, what little he had, was near its end. He squeezed slightly and Bee’s already aching joints moaned in pain. His vision blurred slightly. He had to buy…just a little more time.
“WELL?”
Bee took a deep breath. “T-two…”
Beep.
The keypad chimed in response as Megatron quickly keyed in the first number.
“s…sss-seven…”
Beep.
I’m so sorry, Ironhide. Jazz, Blurr, Kup, Ratchet…everybody…
“…s-six…”
Beep.
Megatron’s excitement was growing by the second. Bumblebee could feel his spark pulse racing through his hands.
“…eigh-t…”
Beep
Come on Optimus, hurry up!
“fo…four…”
Beep.
“…”
Megatron shook him slightly, rattling his already abused body. “Give me the last digit!”
Bumblebee listened hard for any sound, any shift in the vibrations he felt within. Nothing.
Primus guide me. Goodbye, Cybertron.
“…three.”
Megatron practically punched the keyboard with his finger.
Bumblebee squeezed his optical receptors shut and waited.
And waited.
Then the ground shook. The air seemed to charge itself. The world spun around them. A beam of light shot through the air above them. Then all was still.
And the gate remained shut.
“What’s happening?” Megatron asked.
Bumblebee sighed painfully in relief. “Optimus did it. He sent the AllSpark away, far away.”
“NO!” Megatron howled. His fist slammed into the wall by Bee’s head. “OPEN THE GATE! I WILL TEAR PRIME INTO ASTROPARTICLES FOR THIS!”
Bee was struggling to breathe, but he managed a smile. “I gave you the wrong code. The fact is I don’t even know it. I just needed to buy time for Optimus and the others.”
Megatron glared at him with anger so intense that he was unable to move. “I will rip that lying mouthpiece from your head.”
“Face it, Megatron.” Bee replied calmly, undaunted. “You have lost.”
Megatron met his gaze with a glare colder than the void itself. Bee returned it. Megatron raised one hand and closed it around Bee’s throat. “It’s a pity. You could have been a Decepticon.”
His life cycle was at an end. They both knew it. Megatron would make his death a painful one. They both knew that as well. Bee closed his eyes, trying instinctively to dig into himself, away from the pain that he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Then his throat…hurt. He was aware of falling to the ground, clutching at the sparking wires that still held his head to his mainframe. Megatron’s body seemed to be drifting, farther and farther away. He saw two flashes, one blue and red and the other black, slam into Megatron’s fuzzy form. Ironhide’s roar seemed to vibrate through his system. He felt a hand slide beneath his head and panicked optical sensors blocked his vision. Someone was desperately whispering to him. Ratchet? He tried to speak…and the pain drove him completely under.
OIO
How is he, Ratchet?
His mainframe is mostly dented, but it’s still intact, thank Primus. He has a few blast burns, but nothing severe. The only serious injury is…
…How bad?
I’m sorry Prime. There’s nothing I can do about it.
Primus forgive me.
OIO
Bee groaned and stirred. He felt someone’s servo slide underneath his head again.
“Bee? You okay?” Ironhide asked.
Bee forced his eyes open long enough to glare at him.
“Right. Duh. Well, at least you’re alive.”
“Oh, come on.” Jazz chuckled as he entered the med-bay. “It’d take more than Megatron to get rid of this little glitch spark.”
“Watch your filter in my sick bay, Jazz.” Ratchet snapped from somewhere nearby.
Ironhide chuckled. “I doubt he’ll say anythin’ you haven’ already said in here, Ratch. B’sides, you were just as worried as we were!” Ironhide teased, gently setting Bee’s head back down.
Bee’s mouthpiece widened slightly to speak. Then Ratchet’s hand was over it. Bee looked at him in confusion. Ratchet gave him a reassuring, but unconvincing, smile.
“Don’t strain your…voice, Bumblebee.”
He backed off.
Bumblebee looked at his back for a klik. The rest of them were chatting happily over him. Other Autobots in far worse shape were laughing with their friends. He was fine, wasn’t he? Except for the weird itch in his neck.
No one was paying attention. Bee raised a servo to rub at it. The memory hit him like Devastator on a bad day as his hand came in contact with the clamped wires in his throat.
No.
A squeal like rusty nails on a chalkboard escaped his lips as he whimpered. The entire bay flinched and fell silent as Bee began to thrash uncontrollably. Ironhide and Jazz were beside him in an instant, pinning him down against the repair unit’s surface. Bee whined at them. They flinched but held on. Ratchet came running towards them. “Bee! Calm down! Please! You’ll hurt yourself!”
“What’s going on?” Optimus Prime charged into the room. His eyes locked onto the flailing yellow figure in the back.
“It’s Bee, Prime. The recall is too much for him. He’s going into shock again.” Ratchet tried to explain as he rushed by.
Prime took three huge steps across the room and grabbed Bumblebee by the arms, pinning him as easily as Megatron had. Ironhide and Jazz backed away. Bee pulled uselessly, halfheartedly, at the restraints. Coolant began to leak from his optical ducts. He was crying. I’m crying!
He slumped, incensed with himself. Slag, Autobots don’t cry! Get a hold of yourself! He wished he could raise a hand to brush the coolant away, but Prime wouldn’t budge. Luckily, only Optimus would be able to see it. Unfortunately, Prime would see it.
Pain flashed through Optimus’s optical sensors. Discreetly, he whisked one finger across Bee’s face, rubbing the coolant from his mask. “Be strong Bee. You can do this.”
Ratchet hurried to his side. “It will be hard to inject you with Optimus’s arms in the way, Bee. Will you hold still long enough for me to look at you?”
There was a long moment. Bee’s head moved microscopically up and down. Prime let go, leaving a tingling sensation in his arms as the energon rushed back in. He didn’t move at all as Ratchet approached. Then his optical sensors flicked to Ratchet’s face and did the talking for him.
What happened to me?
Ratchet met his gaze uneasily. He glanced at Prime, who nodded.
“Bee is a tough soldier. He can handle it.”
Ratchet took a deep breath as he opened the panel on Bee’s arm. “Megatron… when we came out of the AllSpark’s berth we were too late. Ironhide and Prime managed to beat him off, but…” Another moment passed as Ratchet injected the shot into Bee’s arm. “He…he ripped your voice box in half and crushed it against Prime’s chest.” He glanced at the stricken bot, resigned. “I’m sorry Bee. We don’t have the supplies for that kind of surgery, and I can’t fix what isn’t there. If we had the AllSpark we could…” Ratchet cut himself off and sighed. “We’re lucky you’re alive.”
Bee didn’t respond. He just lay there, staring at nothing at all.
“I’m trying to find a replacement but… you might never speak again.” Ratchet whispered.
Prime stepped up to stand by the bay and knelt next to his smallest Bot, bringing him to his own level. He placed one gigantic hand on the bot’s spark and whispered. “I’m sorry, Bee.”
As the overdose kicked in and the world disappeared, Bee could have sworn he saw coolant welling in Optimus Prime’s eyes.
OIO
Bumblebee rushed into the launching area, eager to be off. Ratchet had told him he was free to leave the sick bay, but he had to be extremely careful until they found a way for him to communicate. He’d agreed instantly…and set off to pack for the next raid. Energy was getting low again, it would be really soon. The newly revived Kup, Jazz, and Ironhide were deep in discussion with Prowl and Mirage as they boarded the transport. They fell silent when Bumblebee approached.
“C-come to…wish us off, Bee?” Mirage asked as casually as possible.
Bee froze. They were all looking at him in worry, as though unsure what to say or how to say it. As naturally as he could, Bee spun on his heel and left the launch area.
Prime found him a half orn later. Bee sat in his room, alone. His knees were against his chest with both arms folded on top of them. He blinked, seeming to jerk back into the present as Optimus entered the room. Prime carefully approached the berth built for someone of much larger stature than its occupant and sat at the base.
Neither said anything for a moment. They just looked at each other. Then Bee’s head fell onto his chest plate.
“You want to know why I chose you to lead the Autobots on Cybertron.”
Bee nodded.
Prime sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple nerves. “To be honest, I don’t know.”
Bee’s head jerked up and down in understanding. Prime placed a hand on the bot’s shoulder. “No, Bee. I didn’t doubt you. I’ve never doubted you. I just didn’t think about it. To me, you were the obvious choice. ”
Bee looked up at him in shock.
“I can’t explain why I chose you then, Bee, but I never doubted it for a second. I would do it again in a sparkpulse.”
Prime stood, leaving Bee to muse over this new insight in silence.
“You are an important Autobot, Bee. We would not have made it this far without you. Don’t forget it.”
OIO
This time the other Autobots were waiting when he entered the launch area. Jazz nudged Ironhide and the weapons specialist stepped in front of Bee as he approached the ship, consternation in his eyes. “Hey, Bee. Um…why don’t you stay here this time? I mean, it’ll be hard to keep a….I mean, wouldn’t you rather…um…slag it all. Bee, what I’m trying to say is…”
Bee raised a hand, cutting him off. He reached down and pulled a chip of some sort from his subspace pocket. Ironhide accepted it with relief. “Oh, the program...from Ratchet…thanks Bee.”
Bumblebee nodded curtly and stood. He watched the others board the ship unhappily. When they were out of sight he fidgeted for a long moment. Then he quickly scanned the bay to make sure no one was watching and slipped into the shuttle too.
OIO
Bumblebee, you are a fragging glitch.
Mute it.
Make me.
Bumblebee sighed, wishing he were equipped to turn his logic center’s morality program off as he dodged behind the nearest structure. So far, none of the Autobots had seen him. That was good. So far, no Decepticons had shown up either. That wasn’t so good.
If the Decepticons don’t show, how will I prove I can still fight? He fumed. Pfft. What am I thinking? He leaned back against the side of the tower. I should be thrilled this operation is going so smoothly! I’m getting selfish. He glanced wistfully through a crack in his hiding place, watching his comrades stacking energon leaked from a broken pipe nearby into the ship. In another few cycles the flow would run dry and Bee would have to slip back onto the transport for the ride home. It wasn’t fair.
The one time I actually want a fight, and…
The ground vibrated beneath him, as though something heavy had landed nearby. The Autobots kept working, oblivious, while Bumblebee watched in horror as one by one Thundercracker, Skywarp, Thrust, Dirge, Ramjet and a few other Decepticon fliers landed unseen in a circle around his comrades.
Bee leapt to his pedes, ready to shout a warning…that was when it hit him, the reason no one had wanted him along. He couldn’t warn them.
Bumblebee shook himself, slagging himself as every halfbit metalfragged junk piece he could think of, and began to run towards the battlefield. He wished he’d chosen a hiding place a tad closer as the ship suddenly went up in a blaze of energy. He could hear Jazz shouting as more ricocheting laser fire brushed against the remaining energon cubes and small explosions went off. One of the Decepticons was just ahead of him, back turned, firing rapidly into the crowd of Autobots below.
Almost there!
Maybe the Decepticon heard the pounding of Bumblebee’s servos against Cybertron’s surface. Maybe he sensed him coming through some other method. Maybe it was sheer bad luck that he chose to spin around at that moment and lock eyes with the approaching Autobot.
Bee skidded to a halt.
Oh slag.
Starscream’s optics narrowed. “You.”
Oh, SLAG.
Bee swallowed, but the coolant in his throat had dried up. He managed about three strides before the ground opened up in front of him with a flash. It was deep, really deep. We must be on top of one of the old energon lines, he noted in the back of his processor. He turned back towards Starscream as slowly as he could, knowing and hating the fact that the only way out was past his rival. Star looked at the hole with surprise for a moment, and then grinned.
“I think you forgot something back at our last encounter. What was it again?” Starscream leveled his ray at the bot’s feet and fired once. Bee squeaked as the metal gave way beneath him, sending him tumbling down the shafts into the depths of the old energon plant. Star stalked over to the edge, peering into it with a smirk. “Ah, yes, I remember. You forgot to deactivate. But don’t worry. I’ll help you get it done now…”
He activated his thrusters, slipped into the hole he’d made, and leisurely began the long float down. “…no matter how long it takes.”
OIO
Moments Before:
Jazz glanced back up again. Even from down in the basin he could make out the flash of yellow flitting along the edge from hiding spot to hiding spot. He knew he should probably say something to the others, but he just didn’t have the spark. Bumblebee was so young, and Jazz knew what it was like to feel unneeded, trapped, and unable to contribute. Jazz sighed, pushing the unwanted memories back. The point was Bee was a good soldier. He needed this, so Jazz intended to give him every opportunity to prove himself. That’s all he wants from us anyway. He grinned to himself, turning to place another cube on the rapidly growing pile.
He glanced back at the pipe, where the others were already gathered. Shoot. All my ramblings gone and put me behind schedule!
Jazz finished putting down the cube and then froze. He couldn’t explain it, but a tingle shot through his sensors. Before he could process it, the energon cube by his foot began to glow as a purple beam of light grazed it ever so slightly.
A moment later he was running like mad, pelting towards the other Autobots as the cargo hold exploded in all of its energetic glory. Stumbling back to his feet (When did I fall? ) Jazz yanked his gun free of subspace and fired up at the edges of the crater, targeting anything that shot purple.
The peripheral sensors of his optic twitched and he managed to see Starscream fire towards them.
Nearby, Prowl collapsed like a string less puppet. Jazz skidded to his side, flipping him onto his back. Prowl’s chest glittered furiously with dancing energy around the hole in his chest. The Autobot’s optics were a dark gray, but not black. Yet.
A moment of terror seized Jazz and he tapped Prowl none too gently with his pede. “Don’t you dare offline, Prowl!” He shouted. After firing again he added: “Not ‘til you tell me who shot cha!”
To his intense relief his companion groaned.
“Five more kliks…”
“Whatever you want, just don’t you DARE spark out on me!” Jazz shot back.
Prowl curled into a ball as his response. Jazz kept firing. Nearby he could hear Ironhide yelling into his com link for backup, and on his other side Kup was doing the same. All he could do now was keep firing and hope he, Prowl, (and Bumblebee) would survive until help arrived.
Worried, he risked a glance at the bot’s last hiding place. Nothing. I hope he’s all right. Jazz managed, but he couldn’t afford to think any more.
OIO
A/N I hope that’s a good cliffie! Next chapter: Bumblebee learns to swim!
So, if anyone wants to know why Jazz feels the way he does, let me know! (So I can make something up...*coughcough*)
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