Forevermore IV

Optimus thought it was a good idea; Bumblebee called it a bad habit. Getting up before dawn helped him get more work done, so said Optimus Prime; however Bumblebee swore up and down that not getting enough sleep would one day kill the Prime because of fatigue. That never stopped the Autobot leader from doing so; therefore Bumblebee always got up with him in the mornings while he was getting ready to leave, like the good bot he was. Optimus always told his little love that he never needed to do that; that he could get more sleep instead of waking up and then lying in bed for a few more hours before he had to get up, or even sometimes following the Prime around until he had duty to attend to. But Bumblebee did so anyway, knowing what Ratchet had once told him was right; that if you really loved someone, the little things you did for someone always counted, weather they knew so or not. Bumblebee guessed that Optimus thought that he really was being sweet, however tried to be nicer than the scout was by trying to let him get some more sleep. But it didn't work out that way.

Bumblebee sat silently on the berth, wrapped up blankets and setting against pillows that were in turn propped up against the wall for him, watching as Optimus gathered his items for the day; there was going to be a meeting with some state senators or what ever to discuss some of the natural fuel that the Autobots were using to turn into Engergon. And of course, the Decepticons. Many of the humans, Optimus had explained one night, were weary of the Autobots staying on the planet because they actually believed that the only reason the Decepticons were staying on Earth was because the Autobots were still there; and that if the do-gooders left, so would the Decepticons. Bumblebee thought that this was a completely crazy idea; even if the Autobots left, and even if the Decepticons followed, the tyrannical war lord would most likely destroy the planet, at the very least. At the very most? Enslave the human race no doubt, but that was mostly an option. There was most likely a hundred different things that Megatron would do to the humans that would either kill them or make them wish that the Autobots were still around to protect them.

Bumblebee never really got the human race to begin with; the only ones he truly liked were Will, Epps, Sam and Mikalea - and Leo, although he never really came around much except to play video games with Skidz and Mudflap or get help with homework from Sam - while the rest of the NEST team he just put up with, seeing as how he worked with them. General Morshower was okay; he never came around much, but agreed with letting the Autobots stay on Earth, so of course Bumblebee liked him. Anyone else? It deepened on what they did. They were a young race, as Optimus had always told them, yet you'd think they'd be smart enough to let those who saved their aft so many times stay on their planet at least long enough to destroy their enemies and find a way to get back to their home planet. But Bumblebee rarely told his options to anyone besides Optimus or Sam, and the occasional Ironhide when the weapons speaclist decided to voice his options over it.

"Well," Optimus finally sighed when he guessed that he had everything together in one of his large arms, looking around just to make sure, "if I don't see you before hand, wish me luck with the meeting. I'll need it." He added a scoff with that last sentence as if to add effect, which Bumblebee overly felt.

And, as if to add effect of his own, when Optimus told him to wish him luck, Bumblebee instantly unwrapped himself from the blankets and got off from the bed; walking over to Optimus and putting both arms around his upper body, resting the side of his helm the larger mech's chassis. Optimus accepted the embrace with his free arm; wrapping up the smaller bot with it and nearly engulfing him in his mass. 'Bee seemed to relax instantly; although holding himself from collapsing due to the fact that he didn't want to embarrass himself. Not that Optimus would mind catching his smaller love, nor would he mind trying to get a day off by making up the excuse that "one of his men was hurt and he urgently needed to tend to his wounds" or something smart like that. If it was the scout's choice, this moment would have lasted a lifetime, however he knew keeping Optimus for that long wouldn't be a good idea, seeing as how others would be expecting him. Selfish at all? No. A bad idea? Yes.

When The World Gets In My Face
I Say, Have a Nice Day
Have A Nice Day

Optimus couldn't hold back that smile that formed on his open face as Bumblebee pulled away, playing those lyrics that he would never get; the yellow bot was more accustomed to Earth music and culture, especially that of the young. Sighing, he looked down at the smaller bot for a moment, actually contemplating on staying in the berth that day, before leaning over and gently placing a kiss on the smaller mech's fore helm. Bumblebee seemed to instantly melt into it; Optimus pulled away before Bumblebee had a chance to collapse, putting on his face mask as he always did.

"Have a good day," Optimus said happily, pulling Bumblebee in for another hug of which the yellow bot happily returned, before turning and opening the door, leaving the room; Bumblebee standing there for a moment after the door closed.

Optimus was one of the best mechs he had ever met; and each time he was around him, his spark always felt funny, like it was about to burst out of it's casing. Perceptor, when Bumblebee told him about the odd feeling, had told him that that was what love felt like; that even after you're bonded to someone, you still feel like that every time you were around them or thought about them. Perceptor said that he knew a lot about that, seeing as how he often put up with Wheeljack trying to kill himself every five minutes when he was in his lab. That made Bumblebee laugh sometimes; while everyone was always worried about the inventor, he couldn't even begin to imagine how Perceptor felt being bonded to the mech. Old 'Jack was durable, sure, but no one could guess how much Wheeljack's body - or processor, for that matter - could withstand the amount of damage he put it in. Wheeljack never hurt himself the same way twice, which was probably why Perceptor - and Ratchet, seeing as how the medic treated Wheeljack like a younger brother, they had known each other so long - always worried about him; he and Ratchet never new what was going to happen to him, and Ratchet couldn't guarantee that he had all the parts needed to fix Wheeljack at any given moment. But that was Wheeljack for you; always surprising everybody.

Sighing and feeling slightly fatigued, Bumblebee moved to turn off the lights before turning and walking back towards the berth; already knowing the room well enough in the light to know where everything was, seeing as how Optimus never moved anything in his room much, nor left anything lying on the ground, and knowing when to get on the berth. Moving pillows to the head of the berth, Bumblebee wrapped himself in the blankets around him; setting his internal alarm clock to go off in a few hours so he would have enough time to get some Engergon and get ready for duty. As he curled up, warmth engulfing him as he slowly nodded back off to dream land for a few human hours, he contemplated asking Optimus if he wanted to go out and watch the sunset sometime at the outlook.

Wheeljack was right about one thing; the outlook was a very romantic place to take someone. And it was hard for Optimus to say no to someone like Bumblebee.