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“Well, yea, Bee, I know she’s been gone for a while. It’s why I bought up. I haven’t seen her in forever and I was talking about that one area I drove to with her and Colonel so of course I couldn’t help but think about her. And I’m sure she can handle herself just fine. She’s always been good at that. I just couldn’t help but wonder where exactly she might be at. Oh, but frag, you said you didn’t want to think about it. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started. I don’t know. Just sometimes, I think about some of the others that aren’t on the Ark late at night and I really do mean to keep it to myself. But like I said when I’m reminded of things that have to do with them, it’s hard not to talk about them out loud. Of course, I’m sure you have enough to think about anyways so let’s just head on out. I’m sure the place is still abandoned. It was way too creepy to have anyone out there really. Not that it’d be too creepy for us to drift right now. Like I said it’s not that late out, the sun’s still out and everything and most abandoned places only have a weird air about them when it’s super late. But enough talking about it, if I keep on, by the time we get there, it will be really late, haha. Sorry Bee.”
He feels bad for the rambling, of course. He could tell that earlier statement about Moonracer had made Bumblebee a little worried about the predicament with the tears. And while he honestly hadn’t meant to bring it back up, his own concerns and worries that he was stressing the yellow mech out had caused him to ramble on. He’s grateful that despite his chatter, Bumblebee never really seems annoyed with him. He revs his engine before driving off and leading the way towards the library and the road behind it.
He smiles wryly to himself at Blue’s chatter.
“S’ok, Blue. I guess I don’t mind talking about her, I just.. I don’t like the thought that things aren’t permanent any more, you know? Like, a tear could just open up beneath you, or me, or anyone, and you’d vanish, and I’d not be able to get you back. It makes me uneasy.”
He pulls away, following Blue to the library. This area is relatively unknown to him, and he keeps an eye on his surroundings curiously.
“I’m glad I got to spend time with you today, Blue. I feel like it’s been ages since we last talked.”
When Bumblebee asks if there are any roads he can think of do some drifting, one particular path pops up in his processor.
“Well, you know back when that Colonel Deathsaurus mech from the mirror ‘verse came to visit Moonracer, the three of us took a drive out to this human library. Frag, that was a really creepy adventure. I know Prowl says there’s no such things as ghosts and things like that but I’m sure there had to been something like that in that area. It was nice hanging out with those two though. They made a really cute couple. I haven’t seen Moonracer in forever though. I hope she’s been okay and didn’t get caught in one of those tears or anything. I’m sure she can take care of herself regardless but I still have to worry about my friends, you know. Oh, but anyways, after we left the library, there was this abandoned building Moonracer wanted us to explore. Thank Primus, we didn’t go in, that would have been bad. But the roads there are really quiet considering no one really drives out there and we’d have plenty of room and space to do some drifting out in that area. I don’t really mind driving out there since it’s not that late or anything.”
And on that note, he transforms into his alt mode, waiting to hear Bee’s thoughts before he leads the way or has to think of somewhere else for them to go.
“I, uh, don’t think Moonracer’s with us anymore,” Bee says, awkwardly. “As far as I know she’s been gone about five months. Must have been another tear. It kind of creeps me out that we can’t do anything to stop people from just.. vanishing. It’s really weird.”
He shakes his head.
“Ah, I don’t want to think about this right now. Let’s go to that road you suggested. If it’s not used it’ll be perfect.”
He rubs the back of his helm; wanting to say something to Bee about not letting the twins’ teasing from the past get him down. Sides and Sunny are like that with everyone initially, but it’s just their way. Bug or Bentley, the yellow mech is great the way he is. But that’s something Bee will have to work out on his own, he supposes. He’s never been too good with talking about those kind of things anyways.
“Hmm, well you said you just found out by your new alt mode today, right? So I mean there’s plenty you could do to test yourself out. Have you tried doing any sort of tricks or anything that you couldn’t do with your previous alt. mode? While we’re out here now, now’s as any a good time really to try that. But Primus, wait until you actually take a long drive out somewhere. I’m sure you’ll discover all sorts of things about your new alt.”
“I’ve only done doughnuts. I’ve got much better traction now, so they’re easier. But I guess you’re right - taking a long drive sounds like it’d be really nice.”
He thinks about what he couldn’t do before. He’s never really been into the kind of tricks some of the others were, but he knows one thing he’s seen that he wasn’t very good at previously.
“How about we go find a quiet road and do some drifting? This road’s too straight, we’ll need somewhere else. Any thoughts?”
With Bee kicking up his speed even more and more, he does his best to keep up with the yellow mech. He’s a little worried that the other Autobot might not stop in time with how fast he’s going and how quickly they’re approaching the end of the road. He’s mentally preparing himself to transform in case he needs to help stop Bee somehow. But luckily, that stays a worse case scenario and Bee manages to keep control and stop.
He comes to a stop also before transforming into robot mode.
“It was a good race. I don’t think you should have any problems racing Sides and Sunny. Not with your new alt. mode getting that kind of speed, Primus.” He laughs lightly. “Had a hard time keeping up with you at the end of that race. Even if I’m not as fast as the twins, I still think you’re really going to make the twins and whoever you race against work hard to win.”
Bee grins. “Man, I hope so. I just know that if I don’t put on a good show they’ll tease me so bad for it, you know? It was bad enough when I was a Bug, but now.. ah, never mind. I’m sure they’ll let me know what they think of it when they see me, anyway.”
He checks the time - not too late - and glances at Blue. There’s still time for more messing around.
“Anything else you think I should do to test myself out?”
Anonymous asked: While not always visible at the first glance, he always managed to make his presence known somehow. It was in a way that most others couldn't really put their finger on, but even the most serious and grave of moods felt at least a little bit less heavy on everyone's minds when Bumblebee was around.
Thanks, anon. That’s - that’s a really nice description. *He can’t stop smiling. You’ve really made him happy!*
He’s a little surprised when Bee doesn’t immediately respond. But when he thinks about it, he’s never actually raced against Bee, so he really doesn’t know if the yellow mech is the type that just likes to focus only on the actual race. Some bots find conversation a distraction after all in a race.
When he does pass the other mech, it’s not long before he hears the growl of the Bentley’s engine behind him. Like that Bee is not only catching up to him but pulling ahead of him.
“Never said it’d be easy.” Honestly when Bumblebee was talking about the speed he could on his new alt. mode, he knew this would be like racing against one of the Lambo twins or his fellow Datsun Smokescreen. The only major difference was he didn’t have to concern himself with Bee playing dirty to get an advantage.
He can’t let this be an easy win for Bee either though. Engine revving loudly, he speeds up enough so he’s right beside the Bentley. Regardless of who wins, he’s not going to let the yellow mech leave him behind in the dust.
“Yeah, you didn’t say that, but you’re so nice I was worried you might let me win or something. Shoulda known you’d be good enough to give me a challenge - but I’m not gonna hold back either! Watch this!”
Blue’s next to him again, and Bee edges ahead, swaying a little closer to him playfully, then away again. He opens his windows and air blasts through him, whipping against the leather, cool and invigorating. His radio switches on, an 80’s hit pounding out.
“… the touch! You got the power!”
Bee laughs, recognising the song. It had been one of Optimus’ favourites. He increases his speed again, pushing one hundred, then one-ten, one-thirty, still not capping out.
How fast could he go? He wasn’t sure, and he’d have to find out fast. This road didn’t go on forever, and he’d need time to slow down. He opens up his engine, feeling his speed increase. One-forty, one-sixty, one-eighty…!
He’s aware of Blue behind him, and of the road’s end coming up fast, and decides to start to slow. His brakes are more powerful than before, too, and a good thing too - even though he still does an odd little wiggle as his desire to slow and his speed conflict. Finally, he comes to a halt with about ten metres of road left. A closer shave than he’d have liked, to be honest.
He transforms and stands, stretching, examining his dusty frame, then turning to Bluestreak.
“Whoo! What a race, right?”
When Bee agrees to his latter suggestion on how to start their race, he gives a rev of his engine to let the other mech know he’s ready. He waits for that key word, “go”, before he’s giving a louder rev of his engine and driving off. He’s surprised at just how much power and speed Bee has in his alt. mode. But even though, Bee gets a good head start on their race, it doesn’t take him long to catch up and end up right beside the Bentley in their race. He’s sure part of the reason he managed to do that is because Bee is probably still getting used to just what all he can do with his new alt. mode.
“You weren’t kidding about being speedy now, ha. Nearly made me eat your dirt back there at the start of the race. Literally at that.”
He chuckles some at the thought before kicking things up a notch so he can pass Bumblebee. Even if he doesn’t win, he still wants to give Bee a good first race with his new alt. mode.
Bee hears Blue’s words, but doesn’t really process them for a second. He’s distracted by the hiss of the ground beneath his undercarriage, the awareness that he’s currently travelling a lot faster than he’s ever been able to do before under his own speed, the feeling of stones and dirt against his tyres. He’s pretty sure his tyres are different, and that’s kind of weird, because surely tyres are the same between a Bug and a Bentley?
He googles it, because why not, and apparently they’re very different. He spends a moment flicking through all different kinds of tyre sites with amusement. He’d never really had to worry about tyres before, on Cybertron - he’d been a hover-vehicle, tyreless and proud, and besides, rubber tyres weren’t really a thing on Cybertron either, so…
He’s pulled out of this line of thought by a little alert that tells him something just moved past his proximity sensors, and he jerks into awareness. Bluestreak has passed him by! He opens up his throttle and shifts gears, his engine growling - he’s hitting 90 miles per hour and wow, it feels nice - catching up to Bluestreak smoothly.
“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?”
Just to put the point out there, he pulls ahead, honking his horn for good measure.
He follows Bee towards a long dirt road. His own processor trying to remember the last time he actually raced anyone. It’s definitely been a while. There was that incident a few weeks ago where Sides and he chased down that ice cream truck; it wasn’t a race exactly but that’s the last time he can actually remember driving with any sort of real speed and power. The time before that was the Europa 2000 but of course cons managed to mess up something that he and the other Autobots thought was going to be something fun.
Driving up so he’s right next to Bumblebee, he gives another rev of his engine.
“They wouldn’t be Sunny and Sides if they did. But practice or not, you’ll handle them just fine. You wouldn’t be well, Bumblebee, if you couldn’t. Now how are we starting this race off? Should we count to ten or maybe count backwards from ten. Oh, I guess the latter wouldn’t make much sense. That’s more for take offs than it is for races. Besides counting to ten seems like it would take too long just starting off a race. I mean it’s not that many numbers to count but it’d be kind of odd really. Maybe we should count to 3 and then go? No, I think counting is just a really weird way to do it. I’m so used to the sound of a gun going off for that sort of thing but we don’t really have anyone here to do that. Oh frag, sorry, I’m rambling again. How about we say “On your mark, ready, set-” and then we both drive on the word “go”? “
The dirt road still has marks on it from where Bee’d tested his speed only twenty minutes before, and Bee notes that he’s getting pretty dusty already. He’ll probably have to go in and wash it off before he gets back to his paperwork- no! He increases his speed slightly, in lieu of a head-shake. He’s not going to think about paperwork right now. Right now, all that matters is having fun, something there’s been a serious deficit of in his life recently.
He swings into place on the track and replies to Blue.
“Counting is kind of weird, but I don’t really think we should fire any weapons to start the race. Doing “on your marks” sounds fine to me. Ready?”
He waits for Blue to confirm, and then counts down.
“On your marks - get set - go!”
And they’re off! His engine revs frantically, wheels skidding in the dirt, kicking up momentary plumes of dust as they fight for traction.
He backs up some as Bee begins to playfully bump his shins. He can’t help but laugh at the action. It’s very refreshing to see Bumblebee in such a great mood. For once, he can’t really get in a word in due to Bee’s excitement. It’s not until the yellow mech asks for a race, that he does get to talk. Well not before transforming into his. alt mode first and giving a loud rev of his engine. He may not be a Lamborghini or a Corvette, but he gets a good amount of speed as a Datsun.
“Sounds good to me. So this means I’m not only the first bot to actually see your alt mode but the first one to race you? I’m really honored, haha. There’s no way I can turn this down. Maybe another time we could have a big race between a bunch of us here on the Ark. It’d be something nice and fun for everyone to get involved in. Also be a nice change of pace. Something to make everyone stop focusing on work for a change. We could all use that really. Where are we racing to? Also, don’t think that’s just because you’re a Bentley, you’re going to win easy against me. I’m definitely going to give you a good race.”
Bee practically bounces with excitement. The rev of Blue’s engine sends a thrill through him and he can’t wait to get racing. It’s been a long time since he’s driven merely for the thrill of driving - he remembers a fun drive with Wheeljack, back at the beginning of all this trouble, and his mood dulls slightly.. but there’s no use thinking of that. As Blue chatters on about organising a race, he starts to lead the way to the spot he was at earlier - a good, long, straight, dirt road that’ll let them race easily.
“I sure hope so, Bluestreak. I’d be awfully disappointed if you went easy on me,” he says, “because I have to practise for the twins. They’re sure not gonna go easy on me!”
He wonders what Sideswipe will say when he sees Bee’s new alt. He wonders what Sunstreaker will say. Bee’s a lot closer to them in size now - he shivers with pleasant nerves. Will they like his new alt? Or will they think it’s boring?
No way, he thinks. Nobody could think this was boring.
“Hey no need to apologize, Bee. I just don’t want you overworking yourself that’s all. I mean what’s that one saying? All work and no play? Well, I don’t know how that particular phrase ends but I know the meaning of it has to do with life being dull and not that fun if all you do is work. Not saying that I don’t understand that you have a ton more responsibilities now. It’s great that you work hard, we just all miss seeing you around the Ark to be honest. So I’ll definitely be happy to talk to you more often. Now if only we could get Prowl to come out of his office sometime soon.”
He stops talking when he notices Bee bouncing some. His smile broadens at the excitement practically radiating off of the other Autobot’s EM field. His optics catch onto Bee’s quivering doorwings before watching as the yellow mech transforms in front of him and reveals his new alt. mode.
“WHOA, BEE! Look at you!” Doorwings fluttering excitedly, he moves to circle around Bee so he can get a better look at the yellow Bentley in front of him. “Haha, Bee, you look great! I didn’t know your new alt. mode looked like this. Actually, it’s kind of silly, but I guess I never really thought about it and just assumed you were still a Volkswagen Bug. That wouldn’t make much sense with your new frame though for you to transform into a smaller car like that now. But wow, you look great like this. Never thought I’d say that about you in a different alt. mode than your previous one. I always thought that one fit you just fine but this one does too actually. Oh man, you’re going to give the twins a run for their money with this alt. mode. Wait, that’s the saying, right? A run for their money? I think it is. Oh, but either way, I bet you get a ton of speed now. I wonder who would win in a race between you and Sides now actually.”
“Yeah, I definitely do not want to be a dull boy- and I’m not gonna be one now, I mean, listen to this!”
He revs his engine and the growl is impressively loud. Small stones rattle on the ground around him. He reverses slightly, then jerks forward, nearly bumping Blue’s shins. Playfully, he does it again, looking for all the world like a dog ready to play a game.
“I barely even considered my alt until today when I was talking to Tracks! I only just transformed, isn’t it great? I checked my speed, Blue, I’m so fast! 0-60 in about four seconds, it’s crazy! Being a Bug was never like this!”
Bee reverses once more, then drives out a little further from the Ark. Stones spit up around him as he skids in a half-circle to face Bluestreak again.
“I’m not worried about the twins just now, Blue.”
His engine purrs at a steady pace. He can’t remember the last time he said this to anyone - maybe he hasn’t said it to anyone? - but he hopes Blue’s up for it.
“It wouldn’t be right for us not to have a race against you. And no, I don’t think they’d exclude you from one. Those two playing fair, that’s a different story, but they won’t turn down a race.”
If it was one thing the frontliners had in common with him, it was the love of a challenge and a good race.
Bee grins, transforming again and moving back off towards the Ark.
“I look forward to it. Ping me when you’re coming into Oregon, won’t you? Or maybe just before - I might drive out and meet you. I have to go just now, though. You’ll be pleased to know I’m off to show off my new alt to Bluestreak.”
He spots the Ark entrance in the distance, and Bluestreak coming out.
“What’s your ETA, anyway,” he asks absentmindedly. “The Mojave’s pretty big, are you nearer Arizona or Idaho?”