091 ☆ TF [BumblebeeSam]
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: ...I-it's just Bumblebee/Sam stuff. Mostly hinted at but. Yeah.
FANDOM: Transformers (Movie 07)
OTHER: LMFAO idek. I just wanted to play around since I was booooored
It’s unfinished and I was just fucking around mostly, but. gnghsgkj. yeah. /slinks away. I kinda dislike this since I couldn't quite tell what I was trying to do with it, nor how I was trying to do it, buuuuut whatever.
Optimus was right about the humans. For all their darkness, for all their spite, for all their faults, there was still a great deal of good in them. Bumblebee doesn’t doubt it any longer, when once he had; humans were a young race, as Optimus had pointed out, but they were capable of good, capable of more. It hadn’t taken a town or a city or a country or the world to show him that; all it had taken was one clumsy, slightly awkward boy with his crooked smile.
Bumblebee shifted sightly, resisting the urge to rev his engine up as he stopped at the bright red light, eager to go finally, disliking that humans weren’t adept enough at driving (even now) to not need these things. He could almost hear Sam’s voice humming in amusement as he sped off once the light flicked green, tires screaming against the asphalt, tearing down and around corners with that recklessness that Sam was so fond of.
The sound of sirens made him pause; sirens meant police, police meant that he’d been going too fast again, and he really couldn’t find it in himself to care. Sliding a quick right, down onto the main street, Bumblebee weaved in and out of traffic with the cops following behind him, lights flashing, sirens screaming. It didn’t take long, really; three sharp turns, and a quick u-turn, and he was home free, while the cops wondered just how the teenager driving that car had managed to maneuver so quickly and get away.
His engine hummed quietly, slowly settling down as he drove to the edge of the mountain, nothing much changed in the scenery save for the tree growing a bit larger, the sun shining a little less brightly. It was only then that Bumblebee let the hologram go, flicking off his interior lights while he was at it. Of all things human, funerals were his least favorite, Bumblebee decided, toying with the idea of summoning up the hologram once more, just so he would get the image of Sam, old but still smiling, out of his head. It was fitting, he supposed, fitting, even while it was painful adjusting to the realization that humans were much, but they were still mortal.
SUMMARY: ...I-it's just Bumblebee/Sam stuff. Mostly hinted at but. Yeah.
FANDOM: Transformers (Movie 07)
OTHER: LMFAO idek. I just wanted to play around since I was booooored
It’s unfinished and I was just fucking around mostly, but. gnghsgkj. yeah. /slinks away. I kinda dislike this since I couldn't quite tell what I was trying to do with it, nor how I was trying to do it, buuuuut whatever.
Optimus was right about the humans. For all their darkness, for all their spite, for all their faults, there was still a great deal of good in them. Bumblebee doesn’t doubt it any longer, when once he had; humans were a young race, as Optimus had pointed out, but they were capable of good, capable of more. It hadn’t taken a town or a city or a country or the world to show him that; all it had taken was one clumsy, slightly awkward boy with his crooked smile.
Bumblebee shifted sightly, resisting the urge to rev his engine up as he stopped at the bright red light, eager to go finally, disliking that humans weren’t adept enough at driving (even now) to not need these things. He could almost hear Sam’s voice humming in amusement as he sped off once the light flicked green, tires screaming against the asphalt, tearing down and around corners with that recklessness that Sam was so fond of.
The sound of sirens made him pause; sirens meant police, police meant that he’d been going too fast again, and he really couldn’t find it in himself to care. Sliding a quick right, down onto the main street, Bumblebee weaved in and out of traffic with the cops following behind him, lights flashing, sirens screaming. It didn’t take long, really; three sharp turns, and a quick u-turn, and he was home free, while the cops wondered just how the teenager driving that car had managed to maneuver so quickly and get away.
His engine hummed quietly, slowly settling down as he drove to the edge of the mountain, nothing much changed in the scenery save for the tree growing a bit larger, the sun shining a little less brightly. It was only then that Bumblebee let the hologram go, flicking off his interior lights while he was at it. Of all things human, funerals were his least favorite, Bumblebee decided, toying with the idea of summoning up the hologram once more, just so he would get the image of Sam, old but still smiling, out of his head. It was fitting, he supposed, fitting, even while it was painful adjusting to the realization that humans were much, but they were still mortal.