Bee wasn’t sure how he’d done it. Only knew that he had and that the pain had stopped because of it. He also knew that these people were not friendly. They’d hurt him and Sam, he’d seen it.
Before they’d taken them away he’d seen Sam run toward him, had tried to warn him away through the pain. Either Sam hadn’t heard him or hadn’t cared, shoving guys away and blasting a few them with their own weapons.
Bee couldn’t do anything as he watched the boy get tackled to the ground, his face smacking off the concrete and scraping up against it when the same man pulled at his arms roughly. Bee had screamed, with a bit of pain and a lot of anguish for seeing his human get hurt so close to him.
Sam hadn’t said anything though. Merely kept his eyes on him and fought against the hands dragging him away the entire time. Bee didn’t know what had happened after that but Sam was here now.
He was making the pain stop and his eyes were on him once again, all concern and worry for him. Bee had to get him away from these humans though, had to protect him from being hurt again.
He’d sat up as quickly as his slowly thawing joints allowed, battle mask on and gun at the ready, trained on all the hostiles that were still surrounding them.
“Hey, you alright? It’s ok. You’re ok.” Bee couldn’t help but scoop Sam up, holding him close to his spark, wishing he could tuck him away inside the chamber to protect him better.
He didn’t dare take his eyes off the hostiles, tucking Sam close and pushing them against the wall. The boy was stroking gentle hands against his chest plate, talking just loud enough for him to hear.
“It’s ok. You’re ok. Don’t worry about them, they’re ok now. They’re not gonna hurt you.” But Bee wasn’t worried about him being hurt, he was only worried about Sam being hurt.
