Sunny day (Prompt 3)
Title: Sunny Day
Prompt: Prompt 3
Pairing: Prowl/Bumblebee
Rating: PG-13 for robot kisses
'Verse: Transformers Animated
Disclaimer: Sadly, Transformers does not belong to me.
Notes: Sorry it's a little rushed but hey, I wrote something today and that's something to be proud of these days (for me).
The sun shone, the flowers were in full blossom, the day was overall disgustingly perfect, and my life had just ended...
“Bumblebee, you need to go apologize right now, for whatever you did to Prowl.” Optimus’ voice rang in my audios and I looked down at the floor shamefaced as he continued. “Whatever you did has caused him to not come out of his room for two days!” I flinched at the rising volume and Optimus only settled down a little when Ratchet put a servo on his shoulder.
“What did you do to Prowl?” Ratchet asked and I continued to stare at the floor, hoping my embarrassment and shame weren’t visible. “I don’t think you did anything that horrible but if he’s hiding in his room then it’s got to be something serious.”
Then came the real downer, lens fluid pooled in my optics and slipped down my faceplate. I hid my face in my hands and tried not to cry like a little organic child. I was not a sparkling anymore! But the words came crawling out of my vocaliser now that I had listeners and they would know that Prowl had rejected me. “A-All I did w-was kiss him!” I yelled and heard a dead ringing silence behind it.
When I finally looked up Optimus and Ratchet were looking at each other with shock. Optimus just stood there with his jaw hanging open and Ratchet looked stunned before a glance of amusement passed over his faceplates and he started to laugh. “It sounds like it’s the kid who needs the apology, not Prowl!” He howled and I stared at the stupid floor again, this time starting to get a little mad at Ratchet’s amusement.
Ratchet finally calmed down at looked at Optimus who came out of his shock and closed his jaw. I wiped away the leftover lens lubricant from my face and looked sullenly up at the both of them. “Well, what now?” I asked frowning, “What’s my punishment?” Optimus’ mouth twitched as if he was trying to hold in a smile.
“Well,” He said, “We need to go talk to Prowl. He’s hid in his room for long enough and it’s obviously affecting our team. So no punishment for you Bumblebee.” He gave a smile to me as he spoke and I couldn’t help but give a small smile in return. We all turned and started towards Prowl’s room before a smart little burst of nervousness started to gather in my fuel tanks.
“Um, what if he doesn’t come out?” I asked and Optimus turned to look at me, understanding in his eyes as he saw my uneasy stance.
“Then I’ll make it an order that you two have to work out your differences. You need to know how Prowl feels about you, and the team needs Prowl back. If we do this, we get both.” He smiled again and we started again towards Prowl’s room. This time we made it and I shuffled before the hanging door.
“What is it?” a calm voice came from within the room. He already knew that we were there.
“Um, it’s me, Bumblebee. I need you to come out here to talk with me.” Nervousness made my servos shake.
“Why don’t you come in? But I’ll talk only to you, Ratchet and Optimus don’t need to be involved.” Prowl’s voice sounded solemn. “I don’t need the whole team to discuss my love life or lack of it with me.”
I gulped and looked at Ratchet and Optimus who shrugged and moved down the hallway towards the living room. I missed Bulkhead’s solid comforting presence as I pushed through the door to Prowl’s room, but Bulkhead was off with Sari and I was left to face Prowl. The mech I thought I loved. And who I thought would have loved me back, before he ensconced himself in his room and I lost my courage to enter.
I saw him sitting at the base of his stupid tree, Gold and black armor shining in the sunlight that glinted through the leaves. His small mouth turned up in a smile when he saw me, and my spark leapt at the sight. His smile was so rare I couldn’t help but cherish it every time I saw it.
“Come here.” He said, patting the ground beside him to show me where I should sit. I walked over and sat, hanging my head, once again looking at the ground. I was sure that this was where he would reject me, where I would have to let my spark’s greatest wish go. But instead he turned me and kissed me chastely. “I’ve been doing some serious thinking,” he said and smiled again, I was lost in it until he spoke again; “And I’ve decided that it would be a wise thing to change our relationship to something more… nourishing than the one we’ve been having.” I looked at him, my grin growing in my face and all of my doubts were washed away by the look in his visor when he glanced at me and smiled for a third time.
I leaned into him and he held me. I felt safe and loved in his arms. This was perfect, this day was perfect, maybe my life had ended, but if it had, I was sure it was for the better.
Prompt: Prompt 3
Pairing: Prowl/Bumblebee
Rating: PG-13 for robot kisses
'Verse: Transformers Animated
Disclaimer: Sadly, Transformers does not belong to me.
Notes: Sorry it's a little rushed but hey, I wrote something today and that's something to be proud of these days (for me).
The sun shone, the flowers were in full blossom, the day was overall disgustingly perfect, and my life had just ended...
“Bumblebee, you need to go apologize right now, for whatever you did to Prowl.” Optimus’ voice rang in my audios and I looked down at the floor shamefaced as he continued. “Whatever you did has caused him to not come out of his room for two days!” I flinched at the rising volume and Optimus only settled down a little when Ratchet put a servo on his shoulder.
“What did you do to Prowl?” Ratchet asked and I continued to stare at the floor, hoping my embarrassment and shame weren’t visible. “I don’t think you did anything that horrible but if he’s hiding in his room then it’s got to be something serious.”
Then came the real downer, lens fluid pooled in my optics and slipped down my faceplate. I hid my face in my hands and tried not to cry like a little organic child. I was not a sparkling anymore! But the words came crawling out of my vocaliser now that I had listeners and they would know that Prowl had rejected me. “A-All I did w-was kiss him!” I yelled and heard a dead ringing silence behind it.
When I finally looked up Optimus and Ratchet were looking at each other with shock. Optimus just stood there with his jaw hanging open and Ratchet looked stunned before a glance of amusement passed over his faceplates and he started to laugh. “It sounds like it’s the kid who needs the apology, not Prowl!” He howled and I stared at the stupid floor again, this time starting to get a little mad at Ratchet’s amusement.
Ratchet finally calmed down at looked at Optimus who came out of his shock and closed his jaw. I wiped away the leftover lens lubricant from my face and looked sullenly up at the both of them. “Well, what now?” I asked frowning, “What’s my punishment?” Optimus’ mouth twitched as if he was trying to hold in a smile.
“Well,” He said, “We need to go talk to Prowl. He’s hid in his room for long enough and it’s obviously affecting our team. So no punishment for you Bumblebee.” He gave a smile to me as he spoke and I couldn’t help but give a small smile in return. We all turned and started towards Prowl’s room before a smart little burst of nervousness started to gather in my fuel tanks.
“Um, what if he doesn’t come out?” I asked and Optimus turned to look at me, understanding in his eyes as he saw my uneasy stance.
“Then I’ll make it an order that you two have to work out your differences. You need to know how Prowl feels about you, and the team needs Prowl back. If we do this, we get both.” He smiled again and we started again towards Prowl’s room. This time we made it and I shuffled before the hanging door.
“What is it?” a calm voice came from within the room. He already knew that we were there.
“Um, it’s me, Bumblebee. I need you to come out here to talk with me.” Nervousness made my servos shake.
“Why don’t you come in? But I’ll talk only to you, Ratchet and Optimus don’t need to be involved.” Prowl’s voice sounded solemn. “I don’t need the whole team to discuss my love life or lack of it with me.”
I gulped and looked at Ratchet and Optimus who shrugged and moved down the hallway towards the living room. I missed Bulkhead’s solid comforting presence as I pushed through the door to Prowl’s room, but Bulkhead was off with Sari and I was left to face Prowl. The mech I thought I loved. And who I thought would have loved me back, before he ensconced himself in his room and I lost my courage to enter.
I saw him sitting at the base of his stupid tree, Gold and black armor shining in the sunlight that glinted through the leaves. His small mouth turned up in a smile when he saw me, and my spark leapt at the sight. His smile was so rare I couldn’t help but cherish it every time I saw it.
“Come here.” He said, patting the ground beside him to show me where I should sit. I walked over and sat, hanging my head, once again looking at the ground. I was sure that this was where he would reject me, where I would have to let my spark’s greatest wish go. But instead he turned me and kissed me chastely. “I’ve been doing some serious thinking,” he said and smiled again, I was lost in it until he spoke again; “And I’ve decided that it would be a wise thing to change our relationship to something more… nourishing than the one we’ve been having.” I looked at him, my grin growing in my face and all of my doubts were washed away by the look in his visor when he glanced at me and smiled for a third time.
I leaned into him and he held me. I felt safe and loved in his arms. This was perfect, this day was perfect, maybe my life had ended, but if it had, I was sure it was for the better.