#061 - Loved
This would take place towards the end of the Scorpionbee saga and will possibly? probably appear last when I sort them out chronologically.
Loved
Bumblebee didn’t dislike much about being organic.
But his favorite part by far was nighttime, when he and Scorponok would curl up side by side.
The Decepticon would nestle into the natural curve of his body, using his chest, his arm, anything as a pillow. Bumblebee would pat his hair fondly and make sure he was covered with a blanket. And Scorponok would remain there all night. Safe. Warm. Protected. He liked it because it was almost as it had been before; when he didn’t have to worry and he could recharge without fear of being harmed.
Bumblebee liked it because of the ego boost it provided. Anything that made him feel better and stronger than he already pretended to be was all right by him. And it did feel good knowing that some one else relied on him; that he was responsible for another’s well-being. He had never really had that kind of power before, never been the responsible one, and now that he was, he liked it.
But more than that…The insecure part of him that said he wasn’t good enough reveled in the thought of being loved.
Bumblebee had always worried that he wouldn’t be able to accomplish the things he wanted and who would love him if he wasn’t the best? If he couldn’t prove that even a tiny ‘Bot like himself could make a difference…If he couldn’t do the things he bragged he would…Why would any one care to remember him?
But this…
Scorponok trusted him. The little ‘Con loved him, despite his faults. Despite his mistakes. Despite all of the things that made Bumblebee worry about his own standing among his peers, Scorponok had chosen him to be the one responsible for his future. It was terrifying, but at the same time…
It was a love with no strings attached; primal, instinctual. Bumblebee had only ever known one other mech who loved him completely in spite of his faults and he didn’t think he would be so lucky to receive that twice in his life. This kind of love stemmed from trust and understanding…Everything simple and good in the world, but still full of arguments and squabbles, for nothing was perfect.
Bumblebee got angry with Scorponok from time to time, and Scorponok got frustrated with Bumblebee’s periodic inability to understand his broken words. Sometimes, the Autobot was at a loss with what to do with his charge when Scorponok decided it was time to dig somewhere inappropriate and sometimes Scorponok was at a loss when Bumblebee yelled at him for doing something that he was programmed to do.
But still…No matter how much they disagreed…No matter how different they were…It was clear to any one who saw them. They loved each other; protected each other.
It was something Bumblebee had never really expected to find; not here and especially not with a Decepticon.
But with Scorponok curled up beside him, purring softly and possessively clutching at his shirt, it felt…right.
And good.
And Bumblebee wouldn’t change that for anything.
Loved
Bumblebee didn’t dislike much about being organic.
But his favorite part by far was nighttime, when he and Scorponok would curl up side by side.
The Decepticon would nestle into the natural curve of his body, using his chest, his arm, anything as a pillow. Bumblebee would pat his hair fondly and make sure he was covered with a blanket. And Scorponok would remain there all night. Safe. Warm. Protected. He liked it because it was almost as it had been before; when he didn’t have to worry and he could recharge without fear of being harmed.
Bumblebee liked it because of the ego boost it provided. Anything that made him feel better and stronger than he already pretended to be was all right by him. And it did feel good knowing that some one else relied on him; that he was responsible for another’s well-being. He had never really had that kind of power before, never been the responsible one, and now that he was, he liked it.
But more than that…The insecure part of him that said he wasn’t good enough reveled in the thought of being loved.
Bumblebee had always worried that he wouldn’t be able to accomplish the things he wanted and who would love him if he wasn’t the best? If he couldn’t prove that even a tiny ‘Bot like himself could make a difference…If he couldn’t do the things he bragged he would…Why would any one care to remember him?
But this…
Scorponok trusted him. The little ‘Con loved him, despite his faults. Despite his mistakes. Despite all of the things that made Bumblebee worry about his own standing among his peers, Scorponok had chosen him to be the one responsible for his future. It was terrifying, but at the same time…
It was a love with no strings attached; primal, instinctual. Bumblebee had only ever known one other mech who loved him completely in spite of his faults and he didn’t think he would be so lucky to receive that twice in his life. This kind of love stemmed from trust and understanding…Everything simple and good in the world, but still full of arguments and squabbles, for nothing was perfect.
Bumblebee got angry with Scorponok from time to time, and Scorponok got frustrated with Bumblebee’s periodic inability to understand his broken words. Sometimes, the Autobot was at a loss with what to do with his charge when Scorponok decided it was time to dig somewhere inappropriate and sometimes Scorponok was at a loss when Bumblebee yelled at him for doing something that he was programmed to do.
But still…No matter how much they disagreed…No matter how different they were…It was clear to any one who saw them. They loved each other; protected each other.
It was something Bumblebee had never really expected to find; not here and especially not with a Decepticon.
But with Scorponok curled up beside him, purring softly and possessively clutching at his shirt, it felt…right.
And good.
And Bumblebee wouldn’t change that for anything.