< Transformers > Stand Tall
Title: Stand Tall
Series: Transformers (2007 Movie)
Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, mention of the others
Warnings: Nadda~
Rating: G (FLUFF)
Summary: Something was wrong. Bee didn't have to be a geniusbot to figure that much out.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concepts involved in this story. I just write fan works to express my love. <3
A/N: Revamp!
Optimus had not spoken to the other Autobots in days which was the first sign that something had to be really bothering him. The bot was always in constant communication with his comrades, even if it was just idle chatter so for him to be completely silent was just odd. It was obvious he was trying to handle it himself though, most likely not wanting to burden the others with his troubles, or something of that sort, which of course a certain member of the Autobots just wasn't going to stand for. So while Jazz, Ratchet, and Ironhide were giving him his space, Bumblebee opted for another tactic, one that involved going to check on the other bot.
They were friends, family, and Bee wanted to help fix things. Seeing Optimus upset just...it wasn't right. He was their pillar, their strength in the long run and him being down brought them all down, whether a tough mech like Ironhide wanted to admit it or not.
Waving off Jazz’s questions about what he was up to, the yellow bot headed away from their site towards the lake where he had seen Optimus go almost a hour prior. It was beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky as the quarter moon seem to glow as bright as the sun itself did during the day, thousands of stars dancing about around it. Illuminated in the glow of the celestial body, Optimus stood on the edge of the lake, servos behind his back as he stared up at the night sky and despite how serene he appeared, the young bot knew different, able to see the odd tension in his leader's stance, the worn out look to the older mech. Sure he had years of fighting under his belt, as the humans would say, but this was a different kind of old; this was a kind of old that almost scared Bee a bit, his worry increasing tenfold.
The young bot hesitated, almost backing out of what he was about to do as questions of whether or not he was the right bot to be handling the situation entered his processor but, after closing his optics for a moment and gathering himself, Bee finally started forward again, servos clenched at his sides in a determined sort of way. Once close enough he reached out to gently touch his leader's servo with only a tiny bit of hesitation, a soft chirp like noise escaping him as he looked up at the taller bot. The Autobot leader didn’t startle, as Bumblebee knew he wouldn’t, turning his processor to look down at his companion and for a moment it seemed as though Optimus didn't recognize him, so lost in thought that nothing was making sense in a way. The fog seemed to part though for his optics softened some in a greeting of sorts, said softness quickly disappearing as a sadness Optimus could not keep at bay took over once more.
“Bumblebee.”
If he hadn't been sure before, Bumblebee was definitely sure right then and there that something was up, Optimus' voice making that very clear. His leader's usual strength just wasn't there and it was almost as if the other bot was lost in a daze. He chirped again, servo curling around the other bot's as he moved a bit closer, the door-wings on his back drooping some. A soft sound, the equivalent of a sigh escaped Optimus as he looked away from his comrade, knowing full well that he was caught and there was no hiding it any longer, as much as he wanted to do so. He hesitated a moment, eyes on the lake itself now as he watched the reflection of the celestial bodies before he finally found his voice and was able to form an answer.
“Doubts...can be even a bots worst enemy,” Optimus said softly, glancing back at Bumblebee and even with the faceplate in place, Bee could see the sadness that was lingering there and in that moment it all made sense or, at least, he was able to put bits and pieces together and get an idea of what was going on with Optimus.
It was the same thing that got to each of them time and time again.
Silence once more took over the not as peaceful as it seemed meeting before Bee just couldn't stand it any longer and tilted his processor up, optics going to the sky as his radio crackled a bit then began to play.
"What are we fighting for?--" "--Don’t forget!--" "-life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness--" "--We're all in this together--" "--Freedom."
Attention completely on the smaller bot, Optimus watched him for a long moment after the last word had played over his radio, a thoughtful look entering the Autobot leader's optics before he too looked back to the sky though this time, this time there was a difference. He visibly seemed to relax, his usual calm and collect presence beginning to edge back in and while there were most likely still doubts, doubts that would never truly leave any of them alone until the war itself was over, the way Optimus' servo curled around Bee's in return and squeezed was a clear sign that the smaller bot had done something right. A soft hum played over his radio, Bee straightening up a bit, door-wings lifting as optics met, both sets holding a warmth all their own.
“Thank you my friend.”
Series: Transformers (2007 Movie)
Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, mention of the others
Warnings: Nadda~
Rating: G (FLUFF)
Summary: Something was wrong. Bee didn't have to be a geniusbot to figure that much out.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or concepts involved in this story. I just write fan works to express my love. <3
A/N: Revamp!
Optimus had not spoken to the other Autobots in days which was the first sign that something had to be really bothering him. The bot was always in constant communication with his comrades, even if it was just idle chatter so for him to be completely silent was just odd. It was obvious he was trying to handle it himself though, most likely not wanting to burden the others with his troubles, or something of that sort, which of course a certain member of the Autobots just wasn't going to stand for. So while Jazz, Ratchet, and Ironhide were giving him his space, Bumblebee opted for another tactic, one that involved going to check on the other bot.
They were friends, family, and Bee wanted to help fix things. Seeing Optimus upset just...it wasn't right. He was their pillar, their strength in the long run and him being down brought them all down, whether a tough mech like Ironhide wanted to admit it or not.
Waving off Jazz’s questions about what he was up to, the yellow bot headed away from their site towards the lake where he had seen Optimus go almost a hour prior. It was beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky as the quarter moon seem to glow as bright as the sun itself did during the day, thousands of stars dancing about around it. Illuminated in the glow of the celestial body, Optimus stood on the edge of the lake, servos behind his back as he stared up at the night sky and despite how serene he appeared, the young bot knew different, able to see the odd tension in his leader's stance, the worn out look to the older mech. Sure he had years of fighting under his belt, as the humans would say, but this was a different kind of old; this was a kind of old that almost scared Bee a bit, his worry increasing tenfold.
The young bot hesitated, almost backing out of what he was about to do as questions of whether or not he was the right bot to be handling the situation entered his processor but, after closing his optics for a moment and gathering himself, Bee finally started forward again, servos clenched at his sides in a determined sort of way. Once close enough he reached out to gently touch his leader's servo with only a tiny bit of hesitation, a soft chirp like noise escaping him as he looked up at the taller bot. The Autobot leader didn’t startle, as Bumblebee knew he wouldn’t, turning his processor to look down at his companion and for a moment it seemed as though Optimus didn't recognize him, so lost in thought that nothing was making sense in a way. The fog seemed to part though for his optics softened some in a greeting of sorts, said softness quickly disappearing as a sadness Optimus could not keep at bay took over once more.
“Bumblebee.”
If he hadn't been sure before, Bumblebee was definitely sure right then and there that something was up, Optimus' voice making that very clear. His leader's usual strength just wasn't there and it was almost as if the other bot was lost in a daze. He chirped again, servo curling around the other bot's as he moved a bit closer, the door-wings on his back drooping some. A soft sound, the equivalent of a sigh escaped Optimus as he looked away from his comrade, knowing full well that he was caught and there was no hiding it any longer, as much as he wanted to do so. He hesitated a moment, eyes on the lake itself now as he watched the reflection of the celestial bodies before he finally found his voice and was able to form an answer.
“Doubts...can be even a bots worst enemy,” Optimus said softly, glancing back at Bumblebee and even with the faceplate in place, Bee could see the sadness that was lingering there and in that moment it all made sense or, at least, he was able to put bits and pieces together and get an idea of what was going on with Optimus.
It was the same thing that got to each of them time and time again.
Silence once more took over the not as peaceful as it seemed meeting before Bee just couldn't stand it any longer and tilted his processor up, optics going to the sky as his radio crackled a bit then began to play.
"What are we fighting for?--" "--Don’t forget!--" "-life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness--" "--We're all in this together--" "--Freedom."
Attention completely on the smaller bot, Optimus watched him for a long moment after the last word had played over his radio, a thoughtful look entering the Autobot leader's optics before he too looked back to the sky though this time, this time there was a difference. He visibly seemed to relax, his usual calm and collect presence beginning to edge back in and while there were most likely still doubts, doubts that would never truly leave any of them alone until the war itself was over, the way Optimus' servo curled around Bee's in return and squeezed was a clear sign that the smaller bot had done something right. A soft hum played over his radio, Bee straightening up a bit, door-wings lifting as optics met, both sets holding a warmth all their own.
“Thank you my friend.”