Cat the writer (cat_mcdougall) wrote in gen_challenge, @ 2008-05-01 06:52:00 |
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Prompt fic!
Prompt: Transformers-Bumblebee-He hated looking like a pile of scrap
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All things here are not mine.
Summary: Bumblebee and Spike were just going out for pizza.
Author's Notes: The prompt didn't specify Movieverse or Toonverse. Being Old Skool Yo, I chose Gen 1 Toonverse, rather than Movieverse.
Bumblebee crouched behind a pile of broken and twisted metal. Next to him, Spike cowered behind a smaller piece. For all that he was the 'smallest Autobot' he was still taller than the human that had befriended him.
Above them, the reason for their hiding circled lazily in the sky. Lazerbeak. One of the Decepticons and a sworn enemy of the Autobots.
The cassette-creature had trailed them from the mountain that housed the home that Bumblebee and the others had made for themselves. Bumblebee had been ready to blast the thing out of the sky, but Spike had pointed out that if it reported back, they could end up in deep trouble.
It'd been a simple run for pizza. Bumblebee hadn't believed that anything would go wrong. Spike had asked for a lift into town, while Sparkplug and Ratchet worked on Ironhide.
The other Autobot had gotten caught in a nasty rockslide while fighting with Skywarp, trying to protect a UN convoy. Which meant long hours for Ratchet and Sparkplug. Not that either of them really minded.
Now they were crouched, hiding amongst the junk while the vulture-like creature circled above them, seeking them.
“We have to get help,” Spike said softly, not wanting to alert their stalker to their exact position. “And you can't call Optimus.”
Bumblebee looked up into the clear blue desert sky. The small dot that was Lazerbeak mocked them. Even with the distance, it would spot Bumblebee's bright yellow paint job the minute they moved from the shadows. It hadn't rained in a month, meaning no water or mud to hide him. He looked around the area, wondering what could be done.
“I can go.” Spike drew Bumblebee's attention back to the human crouched next to him. “It's not that far, not really.”
Bumblebee shook his head. “You wanna get scrapped? Lazerbeak'll see you the minute you go.” He looked around. There had to be a way to get both of them out of here.
“Not if I go that way.” Spike pointed to a large ditch that ran by the junkyard they'd been cornered in. He looked up at the sky, obviously unable to spot Lazerbeak. “If we hid you in among the junk, and then I go down through the gully, I can probably come up near headquarters.” He looked at Bumblebee again. “That'll get Optimus and the others out and alert to what is going on.”
Bumblebee didn't like it. Didn't like it to the point that he wanted to object. Unfortunately, Spike had the right idea. The only problem was hiding his bright yellow paint job. Back on Cybertron, it wouldn't have really stood out, here in this wild land of red and brown, with the reddish brown metal hulks around him, he stood out like an alarm siren in a data bank storage facility.
“Maybe...” Bumblebee finally grudgingly allowed. “But it's still not simple. I stand out, in case you hadn't noticed.” Prime had told him his sarcasm circuit was faulty. According to Wheeljack and Ratchet it worked just fine. He'd believe them. Maybe Prime's detector was corroded. It was something to think about.
Spike looked at all the junk around them. “All this will hide you.” He said. “If you let me use your laser as a welding torch, I can attached some of the junk to you, and then, if you lie down, it'll hide you from the bird brain.”
Bumblebee looked around at the pitted and rusted out metal surrounding them. Couldn't they just bury him? At least then he'd only have to wash off the rust, and not have it surgically removed.
“How're you going to hide the spark from Lazerbeak?” Bumblebee asked. If the Decepticon could spot Bumblebee on the ground, spotting a welding spark would be simple.
Spike looked around, his mind working. One of the reasons he and Bumblebee got along so well was Spike's mind. The human could think and did. Plus, he took the odder things about the Autobots – like them being giant talking robots – in stride.
“We'll build a blind.” Spike finally said. “A bit of metal to reflect the sun's rays, and that should hide it, right?”
Bumblebee thought about it for a moment. “Lazerbeak's optical sensors could be tricked by that. I think.” Ratchet and Wheeljack would know more, but he was pretty sure he was right. If that hid the spark, then it just might work. Of course, if it hid the spark, then it could just hide Bumblebee.
“I have a better idea.” Bumblebee said. He shifted slightly, taking a cleaner piece of metal and setting it up to reflect some of the sunlight. “If we can move enough of these things, we might able to blind Lazerbeak long enough to get both of us out of here.”
There was no way he was welding such broken down metal to him if he could help it. He hated looking like a pile of scrap – something in his opinion he'd done far too much of in his life.
A sharp, electronic caw from above said they'd managed their goal. “C'mon Spike!”
Spike dove, grunting with the impact as the now Volkswagon-Bumblebee peeled out of the junkyard. The door closed, barely missing his foot as he tried to straighten himself in the compartment. “Is he following us?” Spike asked, looking out the back window, and leaving the driving to the Autobot.
“Can't tell,” Bumblebee said, sounding tense. “Hold on!” He warned Spike, skidding up on two wheels around an outcropping of rock. The pair raced back to headquarters, leaving the confused and angry Lazerbeak behind.