Forevermore I

Earth summers were quite beautiful, one would have to admit; green grass, flowers, and all kinds of life surrounded you strangely in so much of a large amount that one's head would be spinning just by the amount of it. The Autobots were no exception when it came to this; there hadn't been much grass or organic life back on Cybertron to begin with, and anything brought in never lasted too long if one did not look after it properly. Knowing this, many who knew of the Autobots and heard these stories had to ask why they would try to keep anything of the sorts to begin with if it was just going to die in the end because they hadn't a clue to take care of it. "Why would you keep domesticated animals or indoor plants but for simply to make anything look better, if you were going to let it die in the end?" Perceptor had once retorted when the topic had been brought up during a conversation with Will and a few other humans. And he had a point, too; unless your home had the right fit for something, and your lifestyle, you wouldn't bring something into your home otherwise. Sitting at the look out in his protoform, Bumblebee often found himself lost in thought thinking of what Cybertron could have been.

Yet this time, he did not find himself alone; he had brought Sam up with him to watch the sunset and talk, as they usually did. And talk as they may, Bumblebee knew that they were close; the mech had adopted the human as his charge upon having stayed with him so long that a connection grew, however the dup acted like brothers or best friends. And, knowing that, Bumblebee knew that he and Sam could talk about anything without feeling strange or feeling nervous. So therefore, Bumblebee knew that it was a good idea to share almost anything with the young creature, knowing that Sam would not judge him for it. And what was the yellow bot thinking about at the moment? Well, it was quite simple, and yet all the more complex at the same time.

It was mid-June; about six months since Bumblebee and Optimus had, what the humans tended to call, "gotten together"; and the more Bumblebee sat thinking, the more his processor drifted off to the big, strong, and very handsome mech that he was currently with. Most Autobots at the base knew of the two; and those who did not were most likely blind. There were times where the relationship was strained, sure; it was strange to say that they had never interfaced with one another before, and yet then again, Bumblebee had never interfaced with another mech or femme in his lifetime. 'Bee felt odd trying to talk about 'facing to anyone who was remotely older than him, and even Jazz, when Bumblebee brought it up, usually shied away from the subject. Something about needing to talk about it with Optimus, the saboteur had muttered once before. But that was awkward; and Bumblebee doubted that Optimus felt much more comfortable talking about the topic in general than the younger bot did.

Sitting in the warm evening air, there was an odd silence between the two that sat at the vacant outlook. Sam sat directly next to his guardian, seemingly looking at the sunset; both legs folded up so his arms could wrap around them as his chin sat on them, green eyes flashing as he thought. Bumblebee sat more relaxed; one leg up with one arm wrapped around it, the other arm being used as a prop to keep the young bot up as he leaned back slightly. The silence wasn't as awkward as he thought it would be; in fact, Sam seemed quite fine with the small portion of the news that Bumblebee told him, knowing at little at a time would be best so that he could process it. And in the silence, Bumblebee thought as well; it was like a ritual that they came here by themselves at least once a week, if not once every two. This meant leaving Mikalea behind, and oddly enough she seemed fine with it; as long as she got a warning of when they were going, however. The silence was always oddly nice when they sat there; no bustling noises of the city nor bustling sounds of the Autobot base. That's what always made it better.

"So….. You're gay," Sam finally said with a slight nod, seemingly able to finally grasp the concept of his guardian falling for what he believed to be the same sex. Bumblebee shrugged and nodded at the comment, obviously agreeing to it.

Bumblebee really never got Earth sayings and slang; before Sam caught him up on a lot of things that he didn't know or correcting him on things that he thought he knew. Like, before all of this came about, 'Bee honestly thought that the word gay still meant happy; well, it did, but sometimes words had multiple different meanings. Bumblebee had tried to explain to the best of his abilities - although Ratchet had fixed his vocal processors, it still hurt and was sometimes hard to use them, therefore he still reverted back to radio and sign language in order to communicate to others, and sometimes his comm. link - that Cybertronians didn't have gender preferences, and same sex couples weren't frown upon like they were on Earth; then again, there weren't genders in the Cybertronian race to begin with, and they chose their voice as easily as a human could choose their hair color. However, Sam just went with the first explanation, seeing as how it made it all the more easier for him. There was another pause in the conversation, before Sam tried talking again.

"Does this have anything to do with how…. strangely Optimus has been acting lately?" he asked, obviously trying up with another question to see if he would get more answers.

Although most of the Transformers on base knew about their relationship, Optimus thought it best to keep it a secret from the humans until it a time came about when they truly needed to; just like the other relationships on the base. General Morshower had made it clear to the government that the Autobots didn't to share anything more than what their Intel was of the Decepticons and how the human race could help them defeat them and such; any religion, sexuality, family life, or otherwise was to remain top secret unless the Autobots felt comfortable in telling the whole world that. And, at the moment, with the war still going on, it didn't seem like a too good of an idea just yet. However, some of the humans on base did notice some things going between a few 'bots, and the only ones who knew of relationships on the base was Will and Epps, and they mostly kept quiet about them and never spoke a word about them to even the coupled mechs themselves. It was probably Sam and Mikalea who were the only two sheltered; well, only Mikalea now, since Bumblebee trusted Sam enough not to run off to the government and tell. Sure, he knew of Prowl and Jazz; the saboteur usually openly flirted with Prowl, even though they were both bonded, and it was funny site to see Jazz get turned down bluntly by the ever vigilant Prowl.

But Sam was a smart kid; there were times that Bumblebee acted like his older brother - Jazz, ironically; and even Prowl had to agree that Jazz was the worst possible surrogate brother in the world, however Bumblebee still loved him to death - and tried to flirt with Optimus in public; which sometimes ended with either a slightly irritated look from the Prime showing that then was not the time, or a gentle shove away, that gesture always meaning two things; to make it look like he politely telling the young bot to knock it off to the others, while Bumblebee knew that he was joking back. Sam must have noticed some of the flirting that Bumblebee had done; at first, most of the humans believed that this "flirting" was a sign of friendship or just to make fun in the little Autobot community, yet the young human boy seemed to catch on quicker than most.

"Yes," signed Bumblebee; his leg that had been propped up sliding down to become straight, and instantly his peds began knocking together at the tops as he looked down at them, as if they were a sight to behold; his other arm going back to support him as he leaned back. There was another moment for silence before stuck his bottom lip out in thought and nodded.

"Alright, I can see that," he said in a slightly approving tone. "I mean, that's cool and all; if we could, I'd ask you two if you wanted to go on a double date or something with Mikalea and me, but obviously, that'd be hard."

Sam laughed at the thought, and Bumblebee couldn't help but laugh at the thought, either; Optimus' helm often hit the ceiling of most of the buildings in the Autobot base, so any building of the Earth variety, well, you get the picture. Sam nodded again before stretching out in the same manner Bumblebee had placed himself in, watching as the sun slowly made it's way over the horizon. 'Bee took another small glance at his charge; he had to admit, he had half expected Samuel to freak out that he his guardian was in love with another mech, however he seemed just as calm about it as Bumblebee had, or even Epps had when he heard that Cybertron pretty much didn't care for Homosexual relationships. Then again, to most of the humans, such as Will and Epps, they were extremely close friends.

And to Sam, exactly like family; he had Bumblebee as his brother - weather he was the bigger brother or the little one, they hadn't worked out that yet - Jazz was that awesome older brother who tried to cheer you up when you were down, and who always played loud music at the wrong hours of the day; Ironhide that gruff uncle who, even though he had anger issues, still kicked aft when you needed him to, and knew exactly how to; Ratchet, that other uncle who threw stuff at your head if you didn't heed his words and didn't take care of yourself; Prowl, that smart not so old elder who everyone went to when they need to know long words; Sideswipe, that cousin who simply got along with your older brother because of music, and knew how to speak his mind; and of course Optimus, that careful father who made sure to look after even the children who weren't his, and who wasn't afraid to stand up to others. Yeah, Sam had a lot of family; Bumblebee remembered, one day when he and Mikalea got to spend some "quality time" together because Sam had Friday night school, when he and the girl had tried to name everything that every Autobot was to Sam; they had stopped after Wheeljack, because it was harder than it seemed.

"Well," Sam sighed finally, standing up and brushing stray grass off of his jeans as the sun began to set lower beyond the horizon, awaiting until the next day when it could again shine it's light on this side of the world, "I believe I'm ready to go home; you?"

Bumblebee smiled and nodded, knowing what home was; the base. Shifting to his servos and knees, Bumblebee transformed into his alt mode; the usual yellow 2009 Camero with two black racing stripes. Sam often cringed when the rap song "Black and Yellow" came on Bumblebee's radio; the yellow bot had a thing for turning that song on full blast, if only simply to annoy the human more than he knew he should. Sam instantly stooped into the car when the driver's side door opened in an invitation for him to climb in, and, when the door slammed shut, the boy barely had time to buckle up before the car squealed off of the dirt, tearing up grass and sending it flying. Sam smirked at the sight; well at least Bumblebee knew how to make an exit, seeing as how it was unlikely for someone to have not been there what with all of the dirt trails the Autobot had kicked up, and seeing as how it wasn't going to rain in the next week.

It was going to be hard to tell to Will later, that was true.