*REWRITE* Woman and Machine I (Tfp & Pacific Rim)

Chapter Twenty Six

IM SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES!!!!

It's been really hectic over here and I got some work and I'm getting into drivers training, and I needed a small break (it was only like a week) then everything just got busy! Super super sorry!! BUT! Here we are with another chappttteeeerrrr, one that I hope you will enjoy. Now it doesn't completely finish Operation Bumblebee 1 & 2 but that'll be quickly covered in the next chapter! 

Go forth and enjoy!

 .・゜-: ✧☾⚝☽✧ :-゜・.

"What?!"

Koda slid down from Optimus' servo and onto the ground, wincing as pressure was applied to her left leg, while the Prime was quick to slow her descent. She limped over to the med bay, "How did this happen?"

Ratchet was quick to explain that MECH had set up a trap - though not many missed the way Optimus' audial fins tilted back slightly - intended for either party of the Cybertronian race, only, Bumblebee was the first to get caught. The human group was quick to extract the scouts t-cog, leaving him unable to transform or access any of his weaponry. Koda had moved to the nearby wall where she leaned against it, relieving any pain on her left leg, though she kept her head down as a burning frustration began to grow within her.

"Why would they want Bumblebee's t-cog?" Raf pressed, looking up at the medic expectantly.

"I don't need it anyways!" Bumblebee exclaimed, rising to his pedes and starting out of the med bay, only to be stopped by Optimus. The Prime pressed a servo on his chassis gently, keeping him from moving any further, "I never needed my t-cog, it just helped! Like my voice box..."

"Bumblebee, please," Optimus insisted, carefully pushing the young scout back onto the medical berth. He fell back down onto the softly cushioned berth, holding his helm in his servos, his doorwings slowly fell down in defeat.

Koda found it hard to keep still, she wanted to launch forward and comfort the young scout, only...Optimus, abate with some hesitation, clear through his hesitant steps forward and slightly clenched servos, took a seat beside Bumblebee. Seemingly forgetting the awestruck team of humans and Autobots, their leader gingerly moved his left servo to Bumblebee's backstruts, slowly beginning to stroke the tense struts, ensuring that he was careful around the young mech's doorwings.

Suddenly Bumblebee threw himself into Optimus' frame, surprising the Prime for a mere moment, until he held his scout in a soft, tight embrace, all the while his large grey servo rubbed along the mech's back. Bumblebee's frame shook, not from the air, but from the fear that he may lose his t-cog forever, just as he did his voice box...

The base was silent as both human and Cybertronian watched their scout and Prime. As Bumblebee tucked his helm between Optimus' shoulder and neck he took a deep vent before letting - almost forcing out a short staticky chirp. He let out a small pained whine afterwards, but managed another, slightly longer chirr.

"Bumblebee?" Raf asked, his brows lifted in confusion. His gaze quickly moved from his guardian to Ratchet, "What's he saying?"

The medic, seeming to have glazed optics, shook his helm turning to the young boy, his voice quiet as he replied, "It's Praxian...Few who lived outside of the city learned to understand the language. I know only a mere sliver of the language. Bumblebee, is from Praxus, his creators perished in the beginnings of the war, we don't know who they were...Optimus found him in the rubble of a fallen housing unit, that whole area had been bombed by the Decepticons, we're not sure how he even survived...Optimus took him into his care, raising him while leading an army. It wasn't easy, but he managed..."