Outcast

Chapter 4

Author's notes: after a very long time, I'm back, but I'm sure you know it too. Christmas, cleaning ... I hope you will enjoy chapter 4. I want to apologize to those (especially Powergirl1) who read chapter 3, even when I accidentally published in Czech. Sorry. By the way, if someone bothered to write about Bumblebee as a child, so do not worry it's so deliberately and 1-3 chapters solve it. Actually, I think that everything I write and it's confusing later will have some meaning. And the other team members in this chapter are not yet, but in the next one ... sorry ... but the ideas just keep typing!

Optimus's POV

I carried the boy. I still cannot believe that the "warrior" was actually a child. And yet it was a Decepticon. It's just incredibly ... incredible.

... What does it mean? I usually know all the answers for all questions, but now ... it's confusing.

Never happened, that would help us Decepticon ... or that they o not want to kill us. It cannot be it just cannot!

Okay, calm. Calm down. It's just ... a boy. A boy who helped us fight the Decepticons. He fought against their own "nationality". Glad to help us, new soldiers is always useful, but it's his party. Something like his family. I do not know how they go, but they are like a family, right? No. They are Decepticons. They do not know anything as a family, regret, karma ... I sincerely wish that the man awoke as soon as possible.

I watched Hide as the kid anxiously watching. He never look so delicately. Even for the youngest members of our team he never so looking. Never failed to have some sensitive half. He was always kind of ... stone.

The kid looked pretty cute. How can he not fight? He should be home with his family, and together experience sadness and gladness, one of those classic family almost sitcom. It occurred to me one question. Why has helped us ?! They are Decepticons. Never did not help us. Never! So why now? What if it's a trap? What if they want us to take him to the station? When this thought I almost let go of the boy. It's possible that it's a trap? Yes, it is possible. Can I take the risk? What is the probability that it's a trap? There is a possibility that it is innocent child into this fight was pulled accidentally. But there is a possibility that it is a dastardly attempt Decepticons how to hack us. Have no choice but to wait. Please, let's not long.

I felt a slight tremor in my arms. That kid ... he wakes up! I immediately stopped and stared I looked at him. Everyone else noticed this, and also stopped and then also looked at the boy. At least I think. I really am not noticed. I cannot perceive anything other, than his own. Finally waking up! I feel like a kid at Christmas, which waits until the morning who will be able to open presents.

Bumblebee's POV

My first thought was: What happened?

Terribly me a headache as if kicked the horse me. The last thing I remember is a man's voice and I fainted.

I do not know where I was, but I felt that I was being borne. It was Autobots? If not, then who? Very slowly I opened my eyes. I saw some shadows rather face. This means that there were more. What if it were Autobots, but someone else entirely? My mind flooded concerns.

I resolved to open my eyes and see who he really is. Even slower than before, I opened my eyes. Sometimes I blinked to recover. I do not know exactly, but I think these are the Autobots! Yes it certainly was Autobots! Who else?!

It looked just like those people before. Closest to me (and probably the one who carried me) were male. The man had a creamy beige skin, blue hair with some red highlights, and very dark blue eyes. He was wearing a blue jacket with red flames and a gray shirt. That's all I see.

But there were more people. Even a woman. She had blue hair bobbed hair trimmed, with two pink stripes on the right and left of the head. Little lighter blue eyes than the man with flame hair. Blue short jacket and a gray shirt. Surprisingly wore a faint makeup. Goes into battle Rouge? Strange ... She had earrings, dark blue and stone.

Then there were only men. The biggest one was wearing a lot of scars was dressed all in black and had black hair and a rather strange combed. He looked a little scary, but still looked a little sensitively and thoughtfully and shoulder tattoos I found Autobots.

I very much relieved. They're Autobots!

2 greatest man had so many scars, but certainly they had over 10. He was young ... older than me certainly over 20 but less than 30. He was dressed in military green and even had a military haircut and looked younger than the first man.

And then there was one old man looked at least 60. It was a bit ... dull. His hair was very gray perhaps white hair and eyebrows. He wore a doctoral white coat with red shoulders, which resulted from the red line to the end of the sleeve, red belt and a gray shirt.

Furthermore, there was one young man. Well, not were younger than me, but he was more than 24 years. He looked ... relaxed. Seriously. Really a very dark complexion, dreadlocks, blue sunglasses, but I do not get it. The sun does not light, right? A white jacket with blue and red stripe.

Finally, there was a man I had not seen much. He looked ... mysteriously. He had gold spectacles through which you could not see his eyes, very dark brown hair a little long, long black coat with gold "decoration". His face was neutral and unreadable, unlike other. In other eyes was fear and tenderness.

I quickly looked at his hand of cuts. It was okay and treated. With the confusion and thanksgiving in my eyes I looked back to the Autobots.

"My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots." He introduced himself with the flame jacket. His gesture I was somewhat taken aback, but I looked at the others, who still talked and just stared. I "Optimus" noticed, put me and I wobbled a bit, but he held me. After a few seconds I was normal and then spoke again.

"This is Ratchet," he said, pointing to the old man. He did not respond to me, seemed rather unknowingly. "It's our paramedic and second in command. There stands Arcee," and pointed to a woman. "Our scout." He added. Arcee at me warmly smiled and I smiled back. People look at me do not smile very often, so I take every opportunity to show that I'm just a dirty kid.

"Beside her," said Optimus "One of our (two) strongest colleagues" and pointed toward the man, who was dressed in green. He looked at me, wide-smiled and waved. I did exactly the same.

"In contrast, it is worth Prowl, it is our ... ninja." He thought that the man in black coat and gold glasses. Weakly nodded at me. Ninja? A little strange profession I have never man who feeds on this one

"Ironhide, our specialist weapons ... and third in command," he was the man in black, and scars. And finally, Jazz, strategist "remained the young man slyly smiled at me. But Optimus still not finished" and your name is ...? "The question I'm a little confused, but I said ... well, I tried. As soon as my mouth came the first syllable (syllable attempt) I coughed. He helped cough at all, rather it's just getting worse, but I could not stop. Autobots are looking at me, probably wondering how to help me.

I just happened to me several times after a while it goes ... sometimes after a long moment. Terribly it stings, burns and stings and even some kinds of pain that do not yet have a name. Fortunately, it was the first option that passed for a short while. "You're dumb ...?" I wanted to nod approvingly, but the answer did not come from me.

"Of course it's dumb. It is the blond, boy what Decepticon 5 years ago escaped from the hospital and it was acutely damaged vocal cords! I myself have treated him! Am I right?!" Everyone (including me) turned towards Ratchet confused, we looked at him and he noticed.

"Really?! You're still puzzled look on your face?! Do not be innocent! You know how serious it is definitely more of your injury was that?! And you can just disappeared! Even before we ever managed properly treated or at least find out how much they the years! "Sputtered from the doctor himself. According to what I said about it was me. How many blond boys who are also the Decepticons lose their voice and even will lose him than someone sees? No.

"Wait. You really are that guy? Ratchet us a couple of you mentioned, but we thought that you died or something." The question was asked in a green dress, which if I remember correctly appoints Bulkhead. I shyly nodded at him.

Serious? Yes, I can speak and it is serious in itself, but otherwise it was not so overwhelming, from the beginning it burned and scraped, but now it hurts only when I try to talk and it not happen very often. In all, I saw a very large number of questions.

How should I respond? Even the sign language cannot. It seems to me like waving and pointing fingers. I can only write, but I do not carry paper with me ... for what? Just not very well I cannot write.

To school I never had a mom died when I was 3, so he could learn something with benefits. I learned this when I rewrote the bill. Who knew that thanks salad for $ 2 can learn to read. Everything is possible, at least I'm so mum said. Paper ... I got him at all? The kitchen is in the bathroom, too ... not in labor! There is a large pile of papers, notebooks and workbooks! A pencils there's more! Yes!

Without getting looked at someone, I turned towards "home" and walked up to him. After a few steps, I noticed that everyone staring at me too I do not know how, but I can say, 'What the hell are you doing?!' Any other choice. I turned to them and head gesture I showed them to come to me. I turned my head back and went on his way. After a few steps, I heard behind next steps. Awesome!

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