A Trip to the Skate Park

A Trip to the Skate Park

Chapter Three- Hell Hath No Fury...

Sam stretched comfortably against the black leather of Cade''s passenger seat. He stroked the stitching along the leather, watching the holo in the driver''s seat shift around at his touch. Grinning, he turned around and nipped lightly at the headrest.

Barricade smacked him.

“You''re the one that wanted to get home early, Sam, don''t start.”

Sam laughed. “You''re too tasty to resist.”

Cade rolled his eyes. “Tell me something...”

“Hmmm?”

“What do you do with the yellow Autobot?”

“He does have a name, Cade.”

“Fine.” Cade parallel parked in front of a house for sale about 4 blocks from Sam''s place. He''d walk the rest of the way, with Cade (unknown to Sam) carefully monitoring Sam''s bio-signature. He didn''t trust the boy not to get himself mugged or something. He''d taken to that habit within the past week. He knew that the yellow dipshit took his role as guardian seriously, so as much as Cade hated to admit it, Sam was safe with him. But when he wasn''t there... well, all sorts of disasters could occur, and Cade thought it best not to take chances. “What do you do with Bumblebee?”

“I dunno. We just like, talk and listen to music, go for drives, ya know, stuff. Hang out.”

Well, that was vague. But Barricade thought it over anyway. He thought he might like to do ''stuff'' with Sam, if he could ever get a grasp on exactly what ''stuff'' was. The Internet suggested a movie, but Cade wasn''t sure he could get behind that. The thought of sitting in a large room crowded with humans, in the DARK, was kind of... creepy. What if they started doing... things? Then what would he do?

This definitely required more thought. But he''d have to do it later because Sam was looking at him like he was totally mental. Cade grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him closer for a kiss. He couldn''t help but be a little surprised when Sam kissed him back enthusiastically, pulling him closer and greedily accepting his tongue..

“If you want to get home at all tonight, you''d best go now.”

“Text me, soon?”

“Yes.”

Satisfied, Sam climbed out of the car, and closed the door gently. He trailed his hand down Cade''s hood as he walked past, turned and waved, and made his way home.

Cade watched until Sam was gone, then stretched his sensors as far as they would go, to make sure Sam got home safely. He also checked for the Autobot''s signal. Unlike him, they had no reason to hide, and therefore, didn''t bother masking their signals. Not that he minded covering his signal. It gave him freedom to move. In his new alt form, with his signal covered, an Autobot could pass within five feet of him and never knew who he was. He spread his sensors out, looking for Bumblebee. If the yellow clown was there, he''d leave, if not, he''d stay till the spy returned.


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Bee wasn''t at home. Sam wasn''t too worried. He figured Bee had just gotten called away, and would be home as soon as he could. In fact, it was likely that Bee would be back by the time Sam got out of the shower. Feeling reassured, Sam hollered a quick hello to his parents, and bounded up the stairs. He really did need a shower.

When he was finished, Sam wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to the window, leaving a trail of water across his room. No Bee. Slightly annoyed, but not worried, Sam toweled off and got dressed. He''d just relax and wait for Bumblebee to come back...

Sam awoke at 9 am the next morning with a start. He''d fallen asleep. He''d waited all night for Bee to come home, had sent him like, 10 text messages... and nothing. Sam stumbled into his bathroom, and splashed water on his face trying to clear the cobwebs. He was still dressed in the jeans and t-shirt he wore last night, and while they were wrinkled, they would work. He brushed his teeth absently, concentrating more on the worry that was settling itself into the pit of his stomach. Bee NEVER ignored, him. NEVER. In fact, the no show no call routine wasn''t the norm for Bee, either. There''d been other nights when he''d gotten tied up doing whatever it was the Autobots did, but he''d always sent a message to Sam, and warned him of his inability to return home. This time, nothing.

Sam left the bathroom, and crossed his bedroom, looking outside his bedroom window. Bee''s parking space was, indeed, empty. Now, what to do about it? His first instinct was to call the others, maybe Optimus and Ratchet, and ask if they knew where he was. He hesitated to do that, though. What if Bee was doing something he didn''t want them to know about? What that could be, Sam had no idea, but still. Not to mention, if they didn''t know about his disappearance, and it turned out to be something minor, he didn''t want to get them all worried for nothing.

After a little more thought, the answer came: the look out. Maybe Bee went there, and fell into recharge or something. He didn''t know if that was possible for them, but it was worth checking. He''d look there first, and if Bee wasn''t there, THEN he''d call Optimus.

Sam took the stairs three at a time. “Mom!”

Judy Witwicky came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a dishtowel. “Sam? Is everything alright? I don''t think Bumblebee ever came home last night.”

“No, he didn''t. I''m going to go to the look out, see if he fell asleep or something. Can I borrow your bike?”

“Okay, but try not to wreck it this time, Sam, it''s brand new.”

He gave her a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Mom.” Then he was on his way out the door.

“Be careful, Sam!”

“Okay!”


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Sam decided, as he turned onto the dirt path that would take him to the look out, that he was getting soft what with getting rides everywhere. This bike riding shit was hard work. He didn''t remember it being this tiring. He was relieved when he actually made it to the top, and even more so when he saw the yellow Camaro sitting under the tree.

The worry evaporated, leaving his system adrenaline soaked and slightly ill feeling. He hadn''t wanted to admit it to himself, but in the back of his mind had been an image of Bee lying alone somewhere, wounded but unable to call for help. Thank God he was safe.

Sam was going to kill him.

Sam started marching his way over to his friend, and boy was there some ''splaining to do. Sam was pretty sure this particular episode had given him some gray hairs. But then he got a closer look at Bee, and stopped short, dumbstruck. There was some random blond dude sitting on Bee''s hood. Like he OWNED it. What the fuck? He''d worried his ass off, nearly killed himself getting here on his Mom''s bike, and for what? To find this happy asshole sitting on HIS best friend? HIS BEST FRIEND!

Hell to the naw.

Sam started running, then. And he wasn''t running to the blond dipshit to say, “Hi, how ya doing?” or “Nice to meet ya.” oh no, he was going over there to say, “Welcome to my fist, now get off him!”

Lost in his own thought, or more accurately, wallowing in misery, Bee was so distracted he didn''t notice Sam''s arrival. Therefore, he had no warning when Sam, running flat out, tackled his holo (to which all his sensors were aligned) effectively knocking him off his own hood, right onto his holographic ass. Sam was beating the shit out of him, too. His right fist connected with Bee''s eye, and he couldn''t stifle a groan. Primus, that hurt. Easily stronger than any real human, Bee had no problem turning the tables on Sam. He kicked Sam off him, and pinned him to the ground, hands over his head.

“What in the slagging PIT is your problem, Sam??”

“...Bee?”

“Who else?”

Sam stared. Bee had somehow gotten his holographic projector working. He looked at the man above him. Yeah, it was Bee alright. If he''d ever pictured Bee as a human, this is what he would have come up with. Tousled blond hair, blue eyes, lean but muscular, maybe just a few inches taller than Sam... damn he was hot. Sam wondered if it was an unwritten law that Cybertronians had to create hot holos.

“I..I thought, you were just like, some random dude.”

Satisfied that Sam wasn''t going to continue pummeling him, Bee let go of Sam''s arms, and sat up straight. He still straddled him though, he had no intention of giving that up so soon.

“Do you plan on beating the living hell out of any random strangers you happen to see on my hood?”

Sam blushed furiously. “I dunno...maybe. You''re my best friend.”

Bee stared him intently. His eyes raked over Sam''s face, like he was searching for something, and Sam thought he saw a flicker in the holo''s blue eyes. Sam wasn''t sure what that meant, but he guessed Bee must have found what he was looking for, because his holo form sighed, and stood up, and held out a hand for Sam. “Come on, get up off the ground.”

Sam took Bee''s offered hand, and stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants and shirt. “Why didn''t you come home? Or answer my texts? I was worried about you.”

Bee hesitated, and at first Sam thought he wasn''t going to answer. When he did finally answer, Sam wished he hadn''t.

“I went to Ratchet, to get my holographic projector fixed. While I was there, Prime sent me to investigate flashes of a Decepticon signal. Barricade''s signal. I saw you with him Sam.”

Sam felt the blood leave his face and drop to his feet. He thought he''d felt nauseated before, but that was nothing to what he was feeling now. He shifted his gaze to Bee''s hood, unable to look in the holo''s eyes, afraid of what he might see there. “How much did you see?”

“I''m guessing the second half. I''d imagine you were the reason his signal surfaced for brief times. He wasn''t concentrating.”

Great. Bee had seen him rubbing himself off on Cade''s hand. Add major embarrassment to the sickness. Not a good combo. “He didn''t force me Bee.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” The sarcasm in Bee''s voice was corrosive as acid, and Sam flinched from it. In a somewhat more controlled tone Bee added, “Besides, forcing was never his style, anyway. It was the one thing I''ve ever been able to respect about him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Decepticon soldiers were not allowed to have mates. Megatron figured that kind of thing, ya know, love was a weakness, a liability. They kept prisoners that could be... used to keep their... desires in check. Barricade never participated. From what I understood, he caught a lot of flack about it.”

Depsite the fact that Sam was not currently in the best of situations, he couldn''t help but feel proud of Cade. It must have been so hard to stand up to that kind of peer pressure...

The world spun as Bee slammed him against his car alt''s door. There was a brief flash of pain, but it didn''t really faze Sam, it was like he was feeling it from a distance. The look of hurt and betrayal on Bee''s holographic face hurt him far more than any physical pain ever could. “How could you do this Sam? Why? You call me your best friend, but you jeopardize everything, and for what? Lust? Some secret thrill you get from doing something wrong? Do I mean so little to you?” Sam just hung his head, looking forlornly at Bee''s chest. Bumblebee tightened his grip on Sam''s upper arms and shook him, “ANSWER ME! You owe me that much. If you''re willing to be a Decepticon pet you can at least tell me why.”

Sam jerked, a physical reaction to the verbal slap, and when he spoke, his voice was thick with the tears silently tracking his cheeks. He didn''t raise his head either. “I-Its not like t-that. I only meant for it to be one time. But, I don''t know. He''s not all bad, Bee. He''s not. And, I just, well, I just discovered I like spending time with him.”

For a second, Bee thought perhaps his spark went out. Despite his accusations, he''d hoped he was accurate. He WANTED Sam to be doing this for none other than cheap thrills and a piece of ass. Hoped for it actually, but evidently that wasn''t the case, and oh, oh it hurt so bad. He wished Megatron were still alive. Alive, and standing right beside him so that he could rip out his vocal processors again. Yes, because if he didn''t have vocal processors then he couldn''t ask Sam the question that he didn''t want to ask. The question he had to ask. The question that could break his spark into a thousand pieces.

“Do you love him, Sam?”

“I don''t know, “ Sam sobbed. “I don''t know. I wish I could just say ''no'' because then maybe you''d hate me less, and this could all just go away, but I can''t. Everything''s so confusing, Bee. I didn''t even consider guys an option until 2 weeks ago... I don''t know how I''m going to tell my parents.” Sam lapsed into a miserable silence. “But, I know I care about him.” The last part was said in a whisper.

Bee stared at Sam, saw the misery etched into every line of his body, from his slumped shoulders to the tears streaming down his face. He wanted to hold on to his anger, to hold it up as a righteous shield. But he couldn''t. When had he ever been able to deny Sam? He relaxed his grip on Sam shoulder''s and pulled him close for a hug, but the next thing he knew, Sam''s lips were on his, warm and massaging, and Bee could taste his tears. Bee knew that Sam was only seeking comfort, but part of him still wanted to yank the boy closer, to rape Sam''s mouth with his tongue. The other part though, the part that was in control, refused. That part made him stiffen like a board and stand there unresponsive. Some of it was logic. Sam wanted comfort, but if Bee responded like he wanted to, it would only serve to confuse Sam more. Some of it was pride. He loved Sam, but he couldn''t tell him, not now, not after what he''d seen. It would make him seem like a spoiled kid that wanted the same toy the kid up the street had. Fuck that.

One minute, Sam was kissing a decidedly unresponsive Bee, and the next, he was flying through the air with all the grace of a rock, and the ground was rushing up to greet him, arms wide open. He knew he didn''t deserve any comfort, least of all from Bumblebee, but he didn''t think Bee would actually throw him away like a piece of trash. Sam hit the grass hard, wheezing for breath as the air was knocked from his lungs. Gah, the ground felt like it was shaking. Sam looked up with bleary eye, and what he saw made his blood run cold.

Bee''s holo had poofed out of existance, and the Camaro was transforming to his robotic form with as much speed as Bee could muster. Something big enough to make the ground shake was thundering up the path, and Sam heard Cade about a minute before he saw him, “YOU WOULD DARE FORCE YOURSELF ON HIM!?” Sam had seen first hand how terrifying Barricade could be, he had a quick flashback of Cade towering over him, demanding the glasses, but that was business, and this, well, this was personal. Cade, looked beyond pissed, beyond terrifying, he looked murderous.