Everspark (TFP Bumblebee x Mech!Reader)

3:Questions

Finally, after a month of being stuck in the med bay, I was released by Ratchet. During my time in the med bay, Bumblebee would often keep me company. We quickly became friends and would talk about random things. I would be lying if I didn't say I found the mech adorable. Primus, every time he came by, I felt my spark flutter. But now was not the time to get attached. As I left the medical bay, I went to go find Optimus.

Hundreds of questions burning in my mind. I eventually found him in his berthroom reading something on an old datapad.

"S-sir?" I asked shyly, unsure if calling him sire was the right thing to do or not. He looked up at me from where he was seated and gave me a small smile.

"Y/D, how are you feeling?" He asked.

"Ratchet said that my wings have healed for the most part, but I may not be able to fly as well as I used to." I said quietly, a sad look on my face. "But um, if it's not too much of an issue, I do have some questions."

Optimus seemed slightly confused by this but nodded. I then asked him about who he was before becoming a Prime, what happened to Elita-1, and finally the big question.

"Why... why was I sent away? You said it was to keep me from the war, but I feel like there was more to it than that. The Empress suggested it was something specific and wouldn't tell me anymore. D-did you not want me?" I asked, my wings shaking a little. I always had a serious fear of abandonment. In fact, most seekers had this fear.

"Y/D, I wanted you to stay safe because I love you." Optimus said, his arms gently wrapping around me and pulling me into a hug. "I didn't want to leave you, but Alpha Trion thought it would be for the best."

"I-I still don't understand..." Optimus then released me and gestured that I'd take a seat. I hesitantly complied and sat on a large crate, and he sat on his berth.

"Have you ever heard of the Everspark?" He asked, to which I shook my helm. "It is also known as the Immortal Spark, created by Primus to act as the 14th original Prime. However, that spark was lost before it could bind with the frame. Alpha Trion believed that you possessed said spark."

"A-are you saying I'm some sort of demigod?" I asked in disbelief. "No, that can't be right."

"I am uncertain, but Alpha Trion felt it was necessary to send you away, and I had to comply."

"Then... how did I end up with the Everspark? Why me?"

"Alpha Trion suggested that it had something to do with the war. A lot of history involving the Everspark was lost centuries before you or I were forged."

I looked down to the floor, my ridges furrowed in confusion.

"What do I do?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"We will figure this out Y/D. I promise."

"Is there any way we can be certain about this?" I asked, looking up at Optimus.

"I am uncertain. Perhaps finding a relic of the 13 will provide an answer."

"Ugh. I hate uncertainty..." I muttered, Optimus giving a tiny laugh.

"I'm sure we will understand this turn of events eventually. In the meantime, I want you to work with Bumblebee when it comes to missions. I am unsure of what work you did for the Decepticons."

"Nothing major. To be honest, I was used more as a punching bag than a fighter. The Empress did have me trained in stealth based combat." I said, my wings twitching slightly. I saw a sad look in Optimus's optics that was then replaced by his usual stoic expression.

"Then all the more reason to hone that skill." He said. "I want you to go train with him when you feel you are up for it."

"Yes, sir." I said, standing up and heading to the door only to pause. I turned to Optimus and then hugged him, catching the Prime by surprise. "Thank you for... coming back." I said, releasing him and leaving his berthroom.

Later that day, I decided to go into the training area and practice my fighting skills. I started off slow, my daggers gliding through the air and my steps firm. Then, once I was warmed up, I closed my optics and imagined hundreds of enemies around me. I slashed and stabbed at my invisible foes, my steps light and my strikes precise.

From a distance, a certain scout had been watching my deadly performance with curious optics. I wasn't aware of his presence until I had finished and opened my optics. When I spotted the scout, I jumped in surprise, my wings raised and rigid.

"Primus have mercy!" I exclaimed, embarrassment written on my face. "Don't scare a mech like that."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He beeped. "Where did you learn those moves?"

"I was trained by the Empress of Vos, well not her but her Royal Guard. She just sanctioned it." I said, sheathing my blades and rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "I-I um..."

'Fragging Pits Y/D why can't you talk?!' I internally scolded myself, wings twitching slightly. Could have sworn I saw Bumblebee's faceplate turn a light shade of blue.

"You're pretty good, least from what I saw." Bumblebee buzzed.

"I'm not the greatest fighter, but I can keep from getting scrapped for the most part." I said with an awkward smile. "Was there something you needed?"

"I was about to go on an energon scouting mission, and Optimus said I was supposed to bring you along." He chirped. "C’mon, we can do what the humans call a 'walk and talk.'" I hesitated at first but followed the adorable scout out of the training area and into the main room. Then, after Ratchet fired up the ground bridge, we were off.

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A/n I know short, but this should help solidify the concept I have going on.  Stay tuned!