- the first words out of your mouth as you knocked on the door hard.
Sam answered almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting, eyes staring at you from under a mop of brown hair as his head popped out.
“Oh it is,” He verified, a smirk pulling up his lips. He leant against the doorframe. “Bee’s been nagging me to call you for ages.”
“Bee?” You rose an eyebrow, curiosity slightly pinched but the irritation at having to walk all the way over to Sam’s house still pricking you.
“Why didn’t he just come himself?” You muttered. Sam only supplied you with a slight shrug of his shoulders as you turned to walk to his garage.
“You better not get it on with my car, Y/N!” You heard him call. You slightly bristled, knowing he must’ve noticed the excitement you tried to hide at the fact that it was Bee who called you over.
“He’s not yours Sam!” You called back. “And get a haircut you dork! You look like a broom!”
You heard him yelp and looked back to see him run his hand into his slightly overgrown hair with a blanched face. Snickering to yourself, you entered the garage, letting his sounds trail off to silence.
The moment you entered, the bright yellow Camaro in the middle of the room instantly shook on it’s wheels.
You laughed as he transformed, quicker than you’d ever seen before, growing to his full height. He hunched slightly because of the short roof but his servos clicked rapidly, clearly excited.
“You look happy about something,” you teased, resting a hand on your hip.
“Because I’m happy! Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof!” The song flowed from his speakers which made you give a very unattractive snort. Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically, going down on one knee so that you could see him better, and not have to look almost straight upwards to see his face.
You found yourself lost in the gaze of his impossibly blue optics for a moment, before shaking yourself out of it. “What did you want to show me?”
Bee blinked once, twice, slowly, then popped up again as if realizing that yes, he indeed wanted to show you something. His doorwings fluttered so childishly you almost cooed out loud.
He folded back down into his alt mode, the door opening smoothly without a creak.
“You want me to get inside?”
“You – got it – sugar cakes,” came his voice in the distorted radio speech he used.
You rolled your eyes, sliding into the driver’s seat and buckling yourself in as a habit. Humming a tune under your breath, You tapped your fingers on the dashboard to the beat. Your other hand brushed a thumb over the AutoBot insignia in the middle of Bee’s wheel, your gaze growing soft.
“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we bud?” You exhaled lightly, remembering all the exciting - albeit terrifying and life threatening - adventures you’d gone through with the Cybertronian.
“That we – have,” The words were also without his usual enthusiasm, thoughtful as if he were sharing the same sentiments you were feeling.
You rested your palm fully on the seat, feeling the warmth almost pulsing beneath your fingers, instead of cold leather. It reminded you yet again that Bee was a living being - a sentient, amazing being that you had had the opportunity to meet.
“What would I be without you?” You mused softly, not realizing you were thinking out loud and also failing to feel the seat belt tightening around you, as if hugging you close.
“But hey!” You broke yourself from your emotional state, putting your hands on the wheel, twisting and pretending to drive down a street.
You grinned, laughing as you gave it another spin and made car sounds. Bee went along with it, turning as if you were actually controlling him, the engine revving loudly and sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Sam would freak out if he saw me in his seat,” You snickered, imagining said control freak sputtering and demanding you to get out of his ‘special seat’.
“But you wouldn’t mind would you Bee? After all I’m your favourite.” You joked, nudging the wheel playfully.
“Oh I definitely don’t mind,” A voice next to you drawled.
Your eyes slid over, and to the right there was a guy, casually leaning on the dashboard with his cheek on his palm. He smirked as he captured your gaze.
Unbuckling your seatbelt roughly and ignoring the whine of opposition from Bee, you threw it off you. You nearly fell headfirst out the car as you leaned to open the door, forgetting it was already ajar. Eventually you made it out, slamming the door shut and backing away.
Your chest heaved as you panted for breath. “Who the hell are you??” Afterwards you instead turned to your best friend of two years. “Bee! Who the hell is that?? Did you know he was in there?”
“I did,” Came the short and almost cheeky answer.
“You did?” You asked, calmed down slightly, assured in the fact that Bee would never let someone harmful stay with you in the car but still on edge. “How long has he been in there?”
“Since the start of the conversation”
You turned around so fast you could have gotten whiplash. The same guy was now right behind you even though you hadn’t even seen him leave the car.
“I wasn’t asking you,” you narrowed your eyes, stepping back, putting some space between you. “I was asking Bee” You didn’t even try to censor who you were talking to, seeing as if he had been there the whole time he would have already witnessed who Bee was.
“But I am-”
“Shush!” You said, irritatedly. “Bee, why aren’t you answering me?”
“Beautiful – calm down – listen to me”
“I am listening to you!” You said, clearly not getting whatever was going on.
“No you’re not,” Mystery guy said again, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I’m not talking to you” You felt as if you wanted to rip your hair out, your voice raising in pitch at your frustration.
“Y/N, calm down,” He stepped closer, resting a hand on your arm. You jerked back instantly.
“Don’t touch me!”
He hissed, and you saw that your nails had scratched three angry red lines in his skin. Your head cleared a bit and you couldn’t help the worry that flooded you.
“H-Hey wait, I’m sorry,” you stanmered. “Are you okay?”
He only chuckled raspily. “This is not how I expected this to go at all.”
At his calm output you found yourself levelling back to earth. “Who are you?” You frowned. “Why were you in…”
At the look in his eyes, realization suddenly dawned on you. “…in..Bee…”
“Bee?” You said incredulously.
“The one and only babe,” he grinned, winking the same impossible eyes, such a deep and baby blue it was like you could swim in them.
“But, you, how, what?”
He chuckled, lifting an arm to scratch at his head, an arm where there were no scratches that had just been there, as if healed already.
“Ratchet invented these holoforms for us to be able to blend in with humans better,” He said.
After a long explanation you stood in the same spot, blinking owlishly. Groaning, you leaned against the hood of the car. “I need to lie down.”
Bee laughed before coughing suddenly, dissolving into hacks that instantly worried you.
“Bee?” You said, still in slight disbelief but coming to terms with the fact that was standing right before you.
“I-I’m alright,” he rubbed his throat, and you suddenly noticed that he had been speaking hoarsely the entire time, but now it was like a rake was being dragged down his throat. “Talked too much.”
That’s right, his vocal processor was never properly fixed, You thought sadly.
“Will you be ok?” You asked.
“I’ll be – fine,” The radio spoke from his alt.
“Just can’t talk for a while after this,” Bee spoke again.
You grew disoriented from his different forms speaking. “That’s so weird.”
You bit your lip absentmindedly, tracing your eyes over the male. Shaggy golden locks that curled right beneath his ears, sky sapphire eyes and a smooth jawline. Unsurprisingly, the rest of his body was adorned in black and yellow articles of clothing.
“Holoform…right? Holo like hologram?” You asked. “Does that mean…can I…?” You raised a hand tentatively.
“Go ahead,” He prompted, putting his palm up, hovering in front of yours. You ventured closer, swallowing before letting your hand slowly connect with his. Your eyebrows visibly lifted when the tips of your fingers brushed warm skin, instead of phasing right through him.
“Wow,” you breathed and dashed your caution to the wind as you pressed your hand fully to his. “It feels…You feel so-”
“Real?” He grinned toothily, interlocking his fingers with yours. “It’s not. But pretty awesome right?” He stared at your interlocked hands. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”
You ignored the way your stomach fluttered at those words, still in awe. “Wow Bee, just wow. I don’t know what to say.”
You’d been expecting something when you went over Sam’s house, but definitely not this!
“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips before leaping back with the grin still attached to his face. “Then don’t! Let me amaze you”
There was a small flash of light and then Bee was dressed differently, a leather jacket over a yellow ripped shirt that slightly showed his abdomen. There were boots with chains climbing up his legs and fingerless gloves on his hands. He leaned against his alt, sunglasses glinting.
Bee tilted the sunglasses down and peered over the top of them. “Impressed?”
You were silent for a few extra moments before you broke out into laughter once more.
Bee looked adorably confused. You just laughed harder.
“Oh Bee!” You wheezed. Something about the bad boy look on Bee had you in fits. He just looked so clueless, like a five year old kid dressed in ripped jeans and trying to look cool. “No matter how you try to look tough, you’re just too cute.”
Bee’s cheeks flamed and he lost his confident persona, sputtering. There’s the Bee you knew.
“But, but I,” He actually whined, crossing his arms. “Y/N!”
You were too busy rolling on the floor to hear him, and Bee contemplated running you over underneath the tires.
“What? That’s a good thing!” You gasped, getting up and leaning on his alt for help. “Isn’t it?”
“Cute?” He murmured angrily, storming over to you. His hands came to box you in and you had barely stopped your laughter when you noticed that he had trapped you on his hood.
You felt your heartbeat pick up as he leaned closer, and you could count every golden eyelash framing narrowed, intense blue. “Am I cute now?” His voice had dropped, and due to the fact that it had already been hoarse, the depth only made a shiver run up your back.
You controlled your breathing, steeling yourself before looking up as if thinking.
“Yes, yes you are,” You said before poking him directly underneath his ribcage. He froze, letting out a giggle.
You lost yourself to laughter again as he whined in the background, and the car revved angrily.
[If Bee thought your reaction was bad, he definitely changed his mind when Sam let out a high pitched shriek when he came into the garage to check on you, throwing a chair at him.]