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Bumblebee woke up feeling nauseous—the sensation immediately pulled him towards their private bathroom.
His servos trembled slightly as he stood, he felt like he purged of his past 2 meals.
Starscream followed closely behind, his optics wide with confusion and concern. "Bee? You okay?" he asked, placing a gentle servo on Bumblebee's back plates, a soothing weight that felt reassuring.
After calming a bit, Bumblebee splashed some water on his face, hoping to wash away the unease.
"It’s... probably nothing..." he mumbled, though the uncertainty lingered in his voice.
Starscream leaned down and kissed the top of his back helm, a soft gesture filled with affection. "I'll get our breakfast... and then I'll get ready," he said, his tone laced with a hint of worry.
"I'll get ready for the Terrans too..." Bumblebee sneered back, forcing a playful tone as both of them prepared for their separate days.
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Later, at the training field, You'd think you'd find bumblebee racing or charting with Alex.
But Bumblebee was trying so hard not to puke so bad.
"Bee...? You okay?" The concerned mother, Dorothy, asked.
"Y-yeah... Just... feeling a bit nauseotistic... I-I guess..." Bumblebee replied, his voice thin and shaky. "I-I'm sorry—"
Dorothy chuckled a bit. "That's not even a real word"
"Heh—" bumblebee tried to chuckle with her— but this was his 4th puke coming and he needed to hide. Now. "sorry—" says looking back— worried he might puke on Dot.
"No, no, honeybee. Hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. Do you need me to get a bucket for you?." Dorothy’s eyes softened, searching for his face. "Are you sure you’re not sick?"
Bumblebee hesitated, trying to convince himself. "I... it's probably nothing..." he echoed, though the words felt hollow now.
He’d said it before— and each time, it felt less and less like the truth.
He continued supervising the Terrans as they played and trained, laughter filling the air, but the joy felt distant.
"Alright, Terrans! That's it for today. You're all free now!" he announced, trying to keep his voice upbeat like usual.
"Whaaaaaa?" came the chorus of groans in disbelief.
"What?"
"No race practice today?"
"..." Bumblebee wrestled with his own desire to race. He always loved the thrill, but the thought of possibly getting sick in front of them made him uneasy.
Definitely a big no no.
"Guess not today..." Hopefully not for a while... "I ... Uhh— don't really feel that good..." He brushed it off, forcing a smile.
"You going now...?" Twitch asked, her tone almost sad.
Bumblebee smiled, hoping to lift the mood. "You want me to stay?"
"I wanted to have dinner with you... Ever since Starscream took you away from us, we haven't had our meals together..."
"What do you mean? I eat lunch with you all the time..." Bumblebee chuckled, his spark pulsing with the attention from his little sister.
"Only one meal per day... You don't wake us up anymore... And you miss Friday movie nights!" Each word was a plea, tugging at Bumblebee’s own spark.
He will never admit — but how can he say no to those puppy dos eyes she does??
Sighing— "Alright. How about I stay for the next Friday movie night? How does that sound?"
"YES!" Twitch squeeled. "Promise?!?!" She held her pinkie.
The most powerful, and sacred form of promise of them all.
"Promise." Bumblebee raised his own pinkie with the little Terran’s servo— her very small as very cute servos entwined with his, sealing the promise.
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It had been three exhausting days since his nausea began, and after what felt like another never-ending bout of sickness.
Bumblebee decided it was finally time for that long overdue checkup.
"... Uhm... Wheeljack...?" he ventured in the lab, his voice timid as he approached the busy mechanic.
"Yes, Bumblebee?" Wheeljack replied, barely tearing his gaze from the screen flickering with data.
"... Mind if you... like... you check me out for my systems...? Like... a body scan?" Bumblebee asked, his apprehension growing with each word.
Wheeljack's expression shifted to one of surprise, his optics widening.
"What? What did I do?"
"Nothing!— nothing... It's just that it's not time for your monthly checkup routine. And... We sometimes have to drag you to complete a scan..." Wheeljack says practically disbelief.
"Oh please. You're overreacting. It wasn't that bad."
"It was that bad that one time— you thought you could disappear for a whole week and we wouldn’t remember."
"Alright. Maybe I took it... too far sometimes... But... just... something worries me..."
"Oh yeah? Symptoms?"
Right down to business i guess.
"... I've been puking every day for the past three days... More if I remember ... And...Was wondering... if, like, this is a virus or something..." Bumblebee confessed, his voice dropping.
"Alright. I'll see what I can see through the scans."
As the scan began, data streamed across Wheeljack’s screen.
"... Alright... so far so good... Everything seems normal..." Wheeljack said, his voice steady.
Bumblebee felt a flicker of relief
— until the next set of information appeared, causing Wheeljack’s expression to shift.
"... You can sit down now, Bee..." His tone was softer now, more measured.
"So? There’s nothing wrong with me, right?" Bumblebee pressed, anxiety creeping back.
"Your sparked."
"..."
?!?!
"I’m WHAT?"
"You’re sparked. I didn’t know how else to say it gently to you."
"Oh, you could've told me something like—prepare yourself. Or like—"
"Well, I'm no Ratchet. I don't do those kinds of things."
".......................So I’m sparked..." Bumblebee said, his voice almost lifeless.
"I... I’m sure Starscream would be a... decent sire...?" Wheeljack said gently. "I want you to know that the Autobots and the Maltos are behind you."
Bumblebee sighed, the reality sinking in. "Right... "
"Basically — we're all here to support you..."
"R-right..."
"Are you keeping it?"
"Of course I will. What kind of question is that?"
"Just asking. Some feel it's too much or not ready which is normal. Don’t feel reassured or anything," Wheeljack replied, trying to lighten the mood. "So... what now?"
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Bumblebee waited patiently for Starscream, his thoughts swirling like a storm.
Figuring the best thing to do other than walking in circles in his room— He slumped on the berth and curled into himself, his processors racing with questions.
Does Starscream want to be a sire?
Does he want to be a carrier?
Does he want this?
Bumblebee closed his optics tightly.
Of course he does.
This was the dream he had longed for—
a family of his own.
And Starscream seemed loyal; he wouldn’t leave him
...
right?
"I'm home." A voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
Bumblebee didn’t answer, lost in his swirling emotions.
"Bee?" Starscream’s voice softened as he approached, noticing the lump curled up on their berth. "Recharging this early?" he asked gently, crawling closer. "Did something —"
...
There was light. Blue light.
"Bee...? You awake...?"
Bumblebee curled tighter in response.
Starscream felt something was off. Was Bumblebee hiding something from him?— no wait. No. This was different.
Starscream did something wrong.
But what?!?
Think seeker. THINK.
Laying down beside the scout, Starscream wrapped his arms around Bumblebee, holding him snugly.
"... Something on your mind?" he asked, placing his forehelm against Bumblebee’s back.
Did something ... Happen..?
Are they...
breaking up?
No, Starscream, don’t overthink.
He didn't want to be caught in that spiral, not again.
Starscream gripped Bumblebee tighter, but the embrace felt comforting amid his racing thoughts.
Bumblebee shifted to look at his conjux, their optics locked.
"Something is on your mind." Starscream says, his expression firm yet soft. "Speak."
There was a please somewhere — so Bumblebee shifted closer, grateful for the patience and love radiating from his partner through his EMP— laying his chin on Starscream’s strong chest.
How should be say this...?
"Will you leave if something serious happens?" Bumblebee blurted out.
Starscream waited, his gaze steady. After what happened with the mind control incident and that filthy human called Mandriod—has he not made sure that Bumblebee was secure...?
That he's devout?
"I love you. Nothing will ever change that," Starscream reassured, his voice a soothing balm. "So no. Never."
Something definitely happened if he's acting like this.
But what?!?
His servos guided Bumblebee’s helm to face him before he leaned in, placing a kiss filled with longing and promise.
Bumblebee closed his optics, letting himself feel.
Feel the love.
Once the kiss ended, he rested his helm back onto Starscream’s chestplates,
"I'm sparked."
"..."
Starscream was certain Bumblebee would never lie or joke about this.
"... R-really...?"
"... Yes... I got scanned by Wheeljack this afternoon..." Bumblebee murmured, shutting his optics tight once more.
Suddenly, Starscream sat up, startling Bumblebee—
"You're sparked?!?"
"... Yes..." Bumblebee nodded, sitting up to a more comforting position. "... Do... do you—"
Before he could finish, Starscream tackled him onto the bed, enveloping him in a tight embrace.
"Oh, Bumblebee... this is the most precious day of my life!!!" Starscream exclaimed, joy radiating from him. His sparkmate—his love—was glowing, and nothing else mattered at that moment.
As Starscream pampered Bumblebee’s cheeks with kisses, the heavy atmosphere finally lifted, replaced with those laughter that starscream loved, echoing in the room.
"St-Star!— haha— stop it!" Bumblebee tried to wiggle free from the kiss jail.
Never.
Starscream gently held Bumblebee’s face, and this time, their kiss was burning with passion, leaving them both breathless.
Suddenly he felt it.
A familiar taste.
A taste of a tear.
"Bee...." Starscream says now concerned.
Was he crying..? About this..?
frag.
does he not—
"Do you want it...?" Bumblebee asked, his voice steady.
"A million yeses," Starscream sighed dreamily, resting his helm against Bumblebee's. "But... do you want it? It’s entirely up to you—"
"Yes." Bumblebee now said confidently, a radiant smile spreading across his face. "I want this..."
Thank the primes bumblebee was able to stop his purging during this moment.