A/N: I definitely deserved to be mauled after leaving you all with a discontinued story. I received a couple more reviews that sparked in interest for this story again. I'd like to thank you all for still reviewing even if I was gone for a long time. I reread it, and made some minor edits in Chapter 1 because my spelling was all over the place.

So, without further distractions, I will be continuing both of my stories! Thank you, and if I receive feedback, I'll make more chapters.


Chapter 3

It took another human day before the Autobots were going to let her out. It was a whole earth day full of anticipation. Of course Stinger would have to return for regular "check ups" by Ratchet, but other than that she was going to free. Well, as free as a Decepticon could be at an Autobot base.

Today was finally that day.

Stinger couldn't wait until she could finally move her limbs. She had spent one orn too long in one spot. The other past orns she was spent in pain because of the pain inflicted onto her.

Unfortunately, even though she would be able to move, Stinger was limited in her places. She was sure that Bumblebee would never let her near the secret places of the Autobots. But Stinger was determined. She would get passed that human-lover weakling of and Autobot.

The only bright side was that Optimus had told her that all the Autobots were advised of her, and would not try and harm her. Hooray, now she'd only receive their dirty looks. Stinger was absolutely sure that they were not accepting towards having a Decepticon present... A Decepticon present without being attacked, that is.

Ratchet had finished taking all of her wires off.

"I am letting you keep your 'special' ability, but it there are problems because of it, Bumblebee will contact me right away. You will come so I can remove your ability," Ratchet threatened.

Stinger knew that he was talking about her ability to transport in particles. The femme took his threat seriously. She nodded with reluctance.

After all of the wires were taken off, the restraints on her came off all together.

Stinger's red optics watched with glee. She moved her arms and stretched her fingers. She took a step forward, but felt her legs begin to wobble beneath her. Her wires, while completely fixed, felt unused.

"Bumblebee, help her." Optimus ordered.

"What? Why me?" he asked.

"Because you're her guard." Ratchet replied.

Bumblebee grumbled a few complaints before began to walk closer to her.

Stinger saw this and quickly tried to compose herself. She used her pedes to try and get into a better position.

When Bumblebee was close to making contact with her, Stinger shot him a warning glare.

"I do not need your help. I can do it myself." Stinger claimed.

As she took another step, she felt herself go down.

However, before her faceplates reached the ground, Bumblebee grabbed on to her forearms.

"Yeah, it sure looks like it." he remarked sarcastically.

Bumblebee hoisted her up, and wrapped her arm around him so he could support her. She looked at him with a bewildered expression. The mech didn't seem all that happy about assisting her.

Not that Stinger was either.

Stinger began to feel something odd prickling at her. Something was odd with a mech making contact with her without the intention of ripping her apart. The action startled her more when she felt Bumblebee taking precise care. He was gentle... or... as gentle as an Autobot can be with a Decepticon.

She wasn't going to lie... the action scared her... but Stinger didn't completely dislike it. She would deny it with fire if someone asked.

No... it she was thinking nonsense! Autobots were the enemy! Bumblebee had ripped her apart and wouldn't hesitate on repeating the action. This was all a facade for her to fall into the Autobots tricks. Well it would not work! Not with her!

Slagging Autobots.

Stinger hid herself and acted like she completely disliked the small experience. The black striped mech ignored her noises of protest.

Both of their wing doors touched together in small contact, and both jumped at the contact. They exchanged surprised glances before angrily glaring at each other.

Stupid mech, keep your wing doors to yourself!

Ratchet did not hide his amusement as he smirked.

"I do not want your assistance," Stinger remarked.

"Too bad, you have it," Bumblebee said in response.

"Bumblebee, show her to her recharging quarters," Optimus commanded, "Report if you have any troubles. I am trusting you, Bumblebee," The young scout nodded, and led Stinger through the door.

Optimus and Ratchet watched the pair in slight amusement. Optimus knew that Stinger was still very young, and had only lived off of her programming so far. She still had much to learn, and Optimus knew that while in the Autobot base, they could all grow to change the femme's perspective.

"What an odd pair, don't you think, old friend?" the Prime asked. Ratchet chuckled.

"Bumblebee and Stinger? Probably. But, they will attempt to offline each other before becoming even acquaintances." the medic replied.

"Lets just hope things work out as planned."


As soon as Stinger was able to walk on her own, Bumblebee was quick to let go. Not that Stinger was complaining; the farther the better. That was what she convinced herself.

The femme scanned her systems to make sure they were functional. When she was sure that they were, Stinger jumped, and began to transport herself in particle form.

She circled around Bumblebee, her particles brushing against his armor to emphasize her arrogance.

Bumblebee grunted in disapproval. He was definitely not fond of the task Optimus had entrusted him with. Bumblebee still had yet to endure all of the Decepticon's antics. It was Cycle 1 of his misery.

Stinger transformed back into her bi-pedal form and arrogantly smirked. She held her helm up in pride as she strutted along side her enemy. She did the action in a way that suggested she was superior.

Bumblebee narrowed his optics with irritation. He could definitely think of a few songs for the femme at the moment.

"Come on," he ordered, beginning to pick up his pace.

Stinger followed, satisfied with herself. Not long after, they arrived towards a large door.

Bumblebee opened it, and motioned for her to enter.

With a roll of her optics, she entered. The room was very plain and simple. There was a berth and other things she did not recognize.

"This is your recharging quarter. Mine is next door, because Optimus thought it was a good idea. If you enter the room, it locks. You can't go outside unless I unlock it for you with a button," Bumblebee explained.

"What if I need to leave? How will I contact you?" Stinger asked.

"Through COMM," he replied.

"You Autobots really do not trust me." Stinger stated. Bumblebee eyed her warily.

"Would you like it if I made it more obvious you?" he questioned. Stinger frowned and glared at him. "Ratchet should have left some restrains on. Decepticons are unpredictable."

"Thank you," Stinger replied, slammed the door shut from the outside. She didn't want to enter her recharge quarters for the moment.

Both stayed out in the hall.

"It wasn't a compliment," Bumblebee remarked.

"I despise you." she stated.

Stinger shined her Decepticon symbol at him. Bumblebee did likewise, only with his Autobot symbol. His was a lot more shiner. Stinger ceased her action and looked away, grumbling at the floor.

"Lets go," he said beginning to walk towards a new destination.

"Don't order me around!" Stinger demanded.

"Don't tell me what to do. I'm the one escorting you." Bee stated, pointing a finger at himself.

Stinger slightly growled, jumping towards him in her particle form. She flew forward, stopping in front of him.

Bumblebee's pedes stopped at the sudden femme in front of him.

"Where are we going?!" she asked. Bumblebee crossed his thick arms, which Stinger didn't fail to notice.

"Why should I tell you with that attitude?" he asked.

"Is there any other?" Stinger asked impatiently.

Bumblebee was beginning to become more irritated with her. He brushed her aside and lightly grabbed her forearm to lead her.

"Why are you grabbing my arm?!" Stinger asked in a bewildered manner.

"Would you like me to hold your servos?" Bumblebee asked, sarcasm dripping from his vocal processors.

"Why are you dragging me?"

"I'm leading you. I'm doing it because you aren't hurrying up."

"Where are you leading me?!" Stinger asked frantically. She couldn't understand why she didn't just move with her particle form.

"Primus, you ask a lot of questions," Bumblebee said, feeling exasperated.

"Answer me, Autobot."

Bumblebee narrowed his optics at her. He slightly pushed her forward, earning a growl from the femme.

"If you stop being demanding and being a little more respectful, I'll gladly tell you." he said.

"I guess you won't tell me, then." Stinger stubbornly remarked.

Although Optimus told her to be respectful, she could not. It was a process that would take a while.

After all, she still hated them. Stinger would continue to not succumb to Bumblebee, in the process saving her pride. Even if it meant being led to unknown places. While Stinger did worry, she didn't show this to Bumblebee. She would be led, and not ask politely where.

Bumblebee's hold tightened on her. Stinger tensed up at the slight jump her spark did at the contact. It was because she was repulsed... right?

Stinger glanced at Bumblebee beside her. He was slightly taller than her. That surprised her, since being a model of him, she had to be more or less his height.

The stupid humans couldn't even get that right.

Perhaps it was because they built her as a femme. It still couldn't have hurt to be a little taller. The humans should have been capable! It would have aided her in being a little more threatening at the moment.

Both Bee and Stinger stopped when they had reached another area.

Stinger began to visibly tense up more as the sight of so many Autobots. Her red optics nervously flickered around, her sensors high in alert.

Bumblebee coyly smiled.

"Here is where you get energon." Bee replied.

As they walked, Stinger was very much aware of the many blue optics that stared at her. They unnerved her more than red ones. These judging gazes were enough to make her recoil.

Still keeping her ground, she raised her helm up, and kept her red optics focused one straight ahead.

She would not let them unnerve her, She was a Decepticon! A proud one at that, and she would let these mechs know that. They would not forget- slag look at the size of that weapon. Stinger skitishly traveled closer to her 'guard.' When she realized she was doing this, the femme stopped and looked away from as many blue optics as she could.

Stinger took large steps to keep up with Bumblebee. Stinger raised her helm, trying to keep the dignity of being the only Decepticon surrounded by large Autobot mechs. Her digits curled into a fist, wary of all Autobots surrounding her. Much to her humiliation, the mech to aid her was the one that almost offlined her- her male Autobot counterpart.

Bumblebee was shorter than a lot of mechs in there... and if Stinger was (just slightly) shorter him... she was doomed. She frowned and narrowed her red optics.

Bumblebee, on the other servo, greeted a lot of the mechs, appearing unfazed. They all greeted him in return. In fact he was a little proud of himself by the slight grin he wore.

Some Autobots even congratulated them at him escorting a Decepticon femme. The scout, getting the honor of doing such a difficult and careful task by the great leader himself. The young Scout was trusted by Optimus to have the strength to protect them from her.

Now, they all saw him, and how capable he was at completing the task. Bee walked in, still holding on to the femme's arm, and she had probably forgotten, for she still allowed the action.

It made her appear submissive and obedient toward him. It also comically showed that Bumblebee was able to tame the Decepticon femme. Stinger, too busy avoiding the blue optics, didn't realize this.

Bumblebee let go off her arm, seeing Stinger warily glance at the mechs. She quickly turned her helm to act indifferent.

After a klik of silence, the room began to fill with the chatters of mechs.

They got to a counter and Bumblebee sat down, motioning for Stinger to do the same next to him. She narrowed her optics and sat down.

"You seem tense," Bumblebee mocked, slightly grinning.

"I am not! I-I'm simply..." Stinger didn't get to finish.

"Scared? Frightened? Afraid?" he asked. Stinger glared at the ground.

"No!" she blurted out.

"Weird, you're acting as if they were as bad as Deceptions," Bumblebee said, recognizing the irony.

"I would rather being around them at the moment," Stinger commented, her glare faltering into a nervous expression.

Across from them, popped up a mech. Stinger slightly backed up, unsheathing a cannon.

The mech looked taken aback. Pairs of optics turned toward the scene, the owners quickly having their weapons ready in case the femme proceeded.

Bumblebee quickly used his servo to grab her cannon and set it down. Stinger looked at him with a haste, befuddled expression. Scrap, she felt extremely overwhelmed with all of the stupid Autobots watching her.

Bumblebee flashed her a warning look.

Stinger saw that Bumblebee was twitching his arm, probably prepared to show his cannon also.

Glancing around her, the femme Decepticon found that she was horribly outnumbered with the amount of mechs in there. All were watching her, weapons ready. All they needed was for her to make a move.

Stinger looked back at Bumblebee a little nervously.

Being her guard... would he attack her also or protect from all of the Autobots?

She internally scorned herself at the stupid thought. Of course Bumblebee would also attack her! He was an Autobot that hated her. She hated him too and would expect no less from him. After all, Stinger would probably do the same also.

Stinger's cannon transformed back into her arm.

She turned her back to the Autobots. On a normal occasions, this would be a terrible and unspeakable thing to do, which lead to her demise... but now it seemed like a good action to escape from the judging optics.

"Bee," the mech greeted.

"Sideswipe," her counterpart returned.

"So... this is your new charge?" asked the mech in silver armor. His designation was most likely Sideswipe.

"Yeah," Bumblebee replied.

"How's it going so far?" the mech asked. Bumblebee shrugged.

Stinger observed the Autobot. Her wing doors slightly shifted when his blue optics turned to her.

She would have to get used to that. All the bright blue optics unnerved her. They were all waiting for her to commit a mistake. They wanted a screw up from her and to the Pits it would be for the Decepticon femme.

Stinger was used to red optics watching her. Red optics stained with murder and certain actions committed. Optics all topped off with a harsh or sadistic stare.

When she made contact with Autobot optics...

Stinger saw the purity they held. They were bright with a bit of righteousness and pride. Their stare was good and friendly (when they weren't staring warily at her.) Those optics currently stared at her.

"What?" Stinger blurted out.

"What is your designation?" the mech asked.

"Irrelevant." she replied staring forward. The silver armored mech stepped to be in front of her, once again getting her attention.

"Whoa, I don't mean to override your systems femme," he chuckled, "We can all get along... well at least Optimus says so," he stated.

"It doesn't seem like it," she mumbled.

"Stinger," Bumblebee said warning her. He slightly shoved her.

"What?" she asked, narrowing her optics at him.

"You're not doing a good job of being respectful." he said. She grumbled to herself.

"My designation is Stinger," she snapped. No Decepticon should be ordered around by an Autobot, she angrily thought.

Sideswipe looked amused at the slight scene.

"If it's that easy training a Decepticon, I want one to," Sideswipe chuckled, lightly pushing Bumblebee, "I also want a femme,"

"I'm willing to share," Bumblebee stated, narrowing his optics and pointing at the femme.

"Oh lighten up, Stripes. Maybe you'll finally beat someone at racing, seeing as you still can't beat me," he pointed at himself proudly. Bumblebee pushed the silver mech.

"I always beat you!" Bee stated. The other mech shook it off.

Stinger's door wings twitched and she eyed Sideswipe with distrust. She slowly turned her gaze towards Bumblebee and back to Sideswipe.

These Autobots acted so carefree... they weren't as focused in pleasing their leader as Decepticons were... She didn't like their attitude at all. Stinger even found herself cringing at their jovial moods. The femme didn't like any of it.

"He doesn't trust you that much either," Bee said, snapping her out of her thoughts. Stinger furrowed her optic ridges.

"That's right, I don't." Sideswipe said.

"You would offline me if I tried something," she inferred. He laughed.

"Well yeah, you're a Decepticon."

"Then why speak to me?" she asked, her tone remaining impassive.

"Whoa, whoa... Calm down there," Sideswipe said, "Well, for one, you're one of the only femmes I've ever met," Sideswipe said, "And I surprisingly trust your guard, Bee."

Bumblebee leaned back satisfied with his answer.

"But you do not trust me." Stinger stated.

Sideswipe shrugged.

"Would you?" he asked.

Stinger narrowed her optics.

"How about you, Bee?"

"Nope." he quickly responded.

"Not that I wouldn't enjoy a standoff with a Decepticon. It's been a while since my last one,"

Bumblebee rolled his optics. The femme looked away, clenching her fingers together.

"Okay, so two?" Sideswipe asked Bee. He nodded.

The silver mech turned around and grabbed two energon cubes.

He leisurely slid the cubes their way. Bumblebee easily caught it and Stinger's servos reflexively grabbed it.

She eyed the energon. It wasn't until a couple kliks that she subtly sipped it. Stinger felt optics boring into her back. This made her shuffle uncomfortably.

"Bumblebee, would you gladly tell these mechs to stop staring at me?!" Stinger asked, none-too-nicely.

Bumblebee turned around, and saw all of the mechs automatically look away.

"I can't just tell them to stop staring. Everybot is free to look where thay want to," Bumblebee shrugged.

"You can't, but I can." Stinger challenged.

Bumblebee laughed.

"Oh sure." he replied.

Stinger glared at him.

"The minute you stand up or say something out loud, every one of their weapons will be pointed at you." the striped mech said.

Stinger growled and turned away, facing defeat. She wasn't at all happy about it, and it killed her pride more knowing that Bumblebee was absolutely right. The Autobots couldn't just do that! Galvatron had said that if another Cybertronian stared at a Decepticon, it meant they were challenging them.

"Well, look at it from this angle." Sideswipe piped up.

Stinger looked his way.

"They're all probably staring at you because they think you're going to try and destroy something or someone," Sideswipe casually listed.

"Or because they don't like Decepticons." Bumblebee perked up.

"Or because Optimus told them to 'keep a sharp optic' out,"

"And lastly, because these mechs are attracted to you," Sideswipe finished.

Everything went silent. Bumblebee chocked on the energon and snapped his wide optics towards Sideswipe.

Stinger almost fell on her aft from the seat she was sitting on. She felt the energon rise to her faceplates, creating a slight blush. Stinger looked absolutely bewildered or perhaps mortified at the idea.

She turned around, and saw many of the mechs turned and faced towards another direction, or shifting uncomfortably at the awkward atmosphere.

Strangely enough, nobot was staring at her anymore.


A/N: I had actually forgotten that this was more of an Autobot story, even though I was becoming used to writing about slick Decepticons. I have to say, I kind of enjoy it.

Bumblebee and her seem to have a rocky relationship, but that's understandable.

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