fic: I Deserved That (oneshot?)
Title: I Deserved That
Author: Abraxas
Pairing: Sam/Bee (mild)
Genre: angst, quasi-h/c, comedic?
Rating: T
Word Count: 635
Summary: Sam makes Bumblebee drive through a very bumpy road then gets struck by guilt and angst after the Autobo is injured by a pothole. Will Sam be forgiven? Or is Bumblebee up to a little no-good?
Author's Note: inspired by a plotbunny given to me by kiramaru7 ; I might add to it later.
"I Deserved That" by Abraxas (2009-11-06)
Sam paced like a man expecting a baby. He could not sit - his mind and body refused it. To relax, while his friend was injured? Worse! Gods, injured and with the filthy hands of strangers poking about his underside. It was like rape...and he was responsible....
There could be no sitting while Bumblebee was in danger.
He stood in front of a window beside a TV and tried to peek into the garage beyond. He could not see his friend - only the sides of vehicles and a stream of mechanics passing back and forth. He tried and tried but the Autobot was not visible. And the robot's unknown fate worsened the dread because without anything to see his mind filled those gaps with its own angst and it was not pleasant.
What happened, that landed them at that garage, Sam knew it was his fault and Bumblebee...was not going to forgive....
"Oh, please, ma'am, a second. A second. I just need to see B - er - my car," he begged while fidgeting at the desk.
The cashier simply raised an eye toward the teenager.
"No."
"It's - it's -"
"I told you, already, sir," she said at last putting away the sudoku. "It's against the law to let you inside the garage. Relax."
"Relax." He repeated the word like a mantra as he retreated defeated.
He attempted to sit. But his legs were too restless and again he was up and about. The others, a mixture of bikers and grandmothers, eyed him while he paced.
Sam knew that street was bumpy. It needed a repaving. It had been that way for years and years. But, damn, that pothole came out of nowhere. Even Bumblebee was surprised. Gods - it was his fault, all of it, he insisted on going through there against his friend's objection.
"Er, Mister Wit - Wit -"
"Witwicky," he said and sprinted toward the figure that entered the room.
The mechanic gave a clipboard to the cashier then concluded:
"Your car's ready. Was just a flat tire. I guess we weren't looking at it right when we thought it was the axle. Also, the driveshaft, it's in almost brand-new condition. I could've sworn it was snapped."
Sam almost fainted - he caught the edge of the desk and gasped.
"Just a flat tire. Yeah, heh, heh, was a flat tire," he mumbled.
What followed was a blur. Eventually, Sam found Bumblebee in the lot. The robot waited. The human approached. Silence - until the door opened. Sam's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Bumblebee was not upset?
He wiped his feet and entered the vehicle. A couple of minutes followed where nothing happened. Then the key met the ignition.
"Sam, are you OK?"
"OK - me? Are you OK? I mean, are you OK? You really, really worried me! I thought something terrible happened. After we hit that pothole and the parts started to fly and you stopped and I was scared, Bee, I thought I broke you...."
A frenzy of various electronic sounds followed that he recognized as a laugh.
"Yeah, that was... over the top...."
Sam blinked: "You punked me?"
Bumblebee flashed a series of images of the boy at the scene of the accident and right then and there behind the wheel. And then a medley of voices through the radio added: "Tow truck, $50. Flat tire, $25. The look on your face...priceless."
"Bee - you're evil. I'm telling Optimus. You are Decepticon!"
A minute later, while at a red light, Sam could not take it any longer.
"I'm sorry, Bee, I deserved that. I won't abuse you again. I guess we're even now, right, right?"
The engine revved.
"Right...."
The seatbelt tightened around his waist; it felt like hands. Trying to poke and prod - and probe.
"Bee...."
"Oh, we'll be even soon, Sam...."
(635)
Author: Abraxas
Pairing: Sam/Bee (mild)
Genre: angst, quasi-h/c, comedic?
Rating: T
Word Count: 635
Summary: Sam makes Bumblebee drive through a very bumpy road then gets struck by guilt and angst after the Autobo is injured by a pothole. Will Sam be forgiven? Or is Bumblebee up to a little no-good?
Author's Note: inspired by a plotbunny given to me by kiramaru7 ; I might add to it later.
"I Deserved That" by Abraxas (2009-11-06)
Sam paced like a man expecting a baby. He could not sit - his mind and body refused it. To relax, while his friend was injured? Worse! Gods, injured and with the filthy hands of strangers poking about his underside. It was like rape...and he was responsible....
There could be no sitting while Bumblebee was in danger.
He stood in front of a window beside a TV and tried to peek into the garage beyond. He could not see his friend - only the sides of vehicles and a stream of mechanics passing back and forth. He tried and tried but the Autobot was not visible. And the robot's unknown fate worsened the dread because without anything to see his mind filled those gaps with its own angst and it was not pleasant.
What happened, that landed them at that garage, Sam knew it was his fault and Bumblebee...was not going to forgive....
"Oh, please, ma'am, a second. A second. I just need to see B - er - my car," he begged while fidgeting at the desk.
The cashier simply raised an eye toward the teenager.
"No."
"It's - it's -"
"I told you, already, sir," she said at last putting away the sudoku. "It's against the law to let you inside the garage. Relax."
"Relax." He repeated the word like a mantra as he retreated defeated.
He attempted to sit. But his legs were too restless and again he was up and about. The others, a mixture of bikers and grandmothers, eyed him while he paced.
Sam knew that street was bumpy. It needed a repaving. It had been that way for years and years. But, damn, that pothole came out of nowhere. Even Bumblebee was surprised. Gods - it was his fault, all of it, he insisted on going through there against his friend's objection.
"Er, Mister Wit - Wit -"
"Witwicky," he said and sprinted toward the figure that entered the room.
The mechanic gave a clipboard to the cashier then concluded:
"Your car's ready. Was just a flat tire. I guess we weren't looking at it right when we thought it was the axle. Also, the driveshaft, it's in almost brand-new condition. I could've sworn it was snapped."
Sam almost fainted - he caught the edge of the desk and gasped.
"Just a flat tire. Yeah, heh, heh, was a flat tire," he mumbled.
What followed was a blur. Eventually, Sam found Bumblebee in the lot. The robot waited. The human approached. Silence - until the door opened. Sam's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Bumblebee was not upset?
He wiped his feet and entered the vehicle. A couple of minutes followed where nothing happened. Then the key met the ignition.
"Sam, are you OK?"
"OK - me? Are you OK? I mean, are you OK? You really, really worried me! I thought something terrible happened. After we hit that pothole and the parts started to fly and you stopped and I was scared, Bee, I thought I broke you...."
A frenzy of various electronic sounds followed that he recognized as a laugh.
"Yeah, that was... over the top...."
Sam blinked: "You punked me?"
Bumblebee flashed a series of images of the boy at the scene of the accident and right then and there behind the wheel. And then a medley of voices through the radio added: "Tow truck, $50. Flat tire, $25. The look on your face...priceless."
"Bee - you're evil. I'm telling Optimus. You are Decepticon!"
A minute later, while at a red light, Sam could not take it any longer.
"I'm sorry, Bee, I deserved that. I won't abuse you again. I guess we're even now, right, right?"
The engine revved.
"Right...."
The seatbelt tightened around his waist; it felt like hands. Trying to poke and prod - and probe.
"Bee...."
"Oh, we'll be even soon, Sam...."
(635)