Bumblebee x Random Cons/Bots

StarBee (G1)

Now it was Bumblebee's turn to stare cluelessly. It took a solid ten nanokliks for the flier's intentions to register. "Oh— oh! You don't—!" "You saved me... let me help you," Starscream slowly propped themself up on their elbowjoints, biting back a hiss as the welds on their chassis stretched to accommodate the movement. Bumblebee immediately leaned forward to try and push the flier back down, but the contact with Starscream's heated armor made its engine rev. Starscream looked at the minibot, amused. Bee pulled away quickly and muttered several incoherent apologies. "No, no, you're fine: that was the point," Starscream surprised himself by reaching out and pulling the pretty Autobot close to him.

The smaller mech tensed up, vents stuttering. Yellow servos cautiously rested on the red armor around his shattered cockpit. Baby blue optics cycled frantically. Starscream was surprised by how cold the mech was. "Geez, how long have you been out here?" The ex-'Con painfully wrapped his arms around the shivering mech and laid back down. Bumblebee's upper frame rested against his chassis while its hips and stabilizers pressed tightly to Starscream's side. The minibot's beautiful faceplates were a few centimeters from the flier's own. Now that Bumblebee was closer, Starscream could see a dozen small hexagons fitted neatly together in their blue lenses.

"What a pretty lens pattern..." Starscream mused. Bee flushed a bright lapis color and pressed its face against Starscream's neck cables in an attempt to hide its faceplate. The sensation made Starscream's systems heat up, further warming the freezing frame on top of them. The flier shuttered their optics and loosened their grip on the Autobot. The minibot made no move to get off of him. "Do you mean it...?" Bee whispered against Starscream's sensitive wiring. The flier managed to stop a wanton growl from escaping his vocalizer and hummed his confirmation. "I've never seen someone with hexagonal-patterned lenses," he admitted.

Bee lifted their helm to look at Starscream. "Really? Weren't you a medic for a while?" "Yeah, most bots have triangular— wait, how'd you know that?" The ex-'Con sat up, propped up on his elbowjoints. Their frame yelled at them to lay back down, but the minibot's knowledge was a good distraction. Bee sat up and let its stabilizers straddle the flier's midriff. "Uh, w-well... do you know those, like, individual reports? Like, a file on the individual Autobots?" Bumblebee asked. "Oh. Yeah. Nobot really reads those things, though. Probably should, though..." The flier observed the grounder's lenses, infatuated with the exotic pattern. Bumblebee looked down at Starscream's chassis, nervous.

"Um. Th-thank you, I guess," Bee folded its servos up against Starscream's chassis, being careful not to cut itself on the shattered orange glass. "Why don't you rest?" Starscream suggested, "The blizzard should die down soon." Bee hummed and cautiously set its helm down, tucking the top of its helm under Starscream's chin...

Fuel Reserves: 34% [[LOW ~~ SEEK FUEL SOON]] ~~~~~ Core Temperature: ~2500 K [[NORMAL]] ~~~~~ Chronometer: 02:39, in stasis for 0:02:33:14

Injury Report; [[RIGHT WING]] and [[LEFT WING]] are suffering severe external and internal injuries. [[INNER CHASSIS]] is suffering injuries. [[RIGHT STABILIZER]] and [[LEFT STABILIZER]] have been healed by an outside source. Current internal damages progress: ~5% complete. REMINDER: The system can only repair total internal damage to about 60% before requiring an outside source.

Bumblebee must've got up and fixed his other stabilizer. Speaking of the minibot, somebot-- presumably the mini-- was pressing something warm against Starscream's derma. Experimentally, the flier opened his intake and was pleasantly surprised with the taste of the oil. The flier online his optics and grabbed the cube from Bumblebee, surprising the minibot. Bumblebee squeaked and fell on their aft, a loud clank reverberating off the rocky walls of the cave. Starscream watched his HUD with delight as his tanks went from 34 to 51, 75, and finally topping off at 100%. The flier took the cube away from his derma and flushed as he realized Bee was watching him down oil like a savage.