"I'm telling you 'Bee, it's just not a metal day. I need to hear Shakira." Sam turned the dial.
Bumblebee chuckled and turned it back to the roar of Flyleaf's 'I'm so Sick.'
"'Bee! This is not cool! I need cheerful music!" Sam changed it back, one hand on the wheel as he frowned at the radio.
The yellow Camaro turned at the next intersection, doing so carefully so as to keep the carry bag of pizza boxes from sliding off the passenger seat. "Flyleaf's cheerful."
"Dude, they're singing about names on bullets. That is not
cheerful." Sam winced as the radio jumped stations again. "You're doing this just to aggravate me, aren't you?"
"What else are friends for?" she retorted cheerfully, but then swerved just slightly as her lights flickered. "Huh?"
"Friends are supposed to be supportive and caring. And making a guy listen to morbid music doesn't count as supportive... uh, 'Bee?" Sam gave the dash a puzzled look as the Camaro suddenly stalled. "Oh, come on. It's just music. You don't have to get so girly
Then he frowned as she failed to respond, and got out to push her to the side of the road.
"Come on, 'Bee, this is freaking me out." He popped her hood and looked helplessly underneath, wishing he knew what he needed to see. Talk to me, 'Bee. Bumblebee, if this is some kind of sulk session I am not
Her engine hummed back to life and her headlights came back on. "What...?"
"Holy @#$%&$#@, are you alright?" Sam quickly shut the hood and put a hand on it, his expression showing his concern as he remembered how badly she'd been banged up before she'd vanished to that whatever the heck it was place she'd told them about. Sam still wasn't sure it wasn't how Autobots said Heaven.
"What are you doing out there?" She made a small sound of confusion. "The pizzas are going to get cold."
"Bee, you blacked out." He frowned.
"Oh... maybe it's an after effect of getting so much energy." She absently started playing Flyleaf again. "I feel alright."
"Argh!" Sam got back in and they pulled away from the curb, the argument more or less resuming, though Bee could tell that her friend was still worried about her. She hadn't blacked out before this, but she had occasionally been twitching and having her lights blink oddly.
And then the next day she did it again.
One moment she was standing at attention, listening to Optimus Prime lecture her on pranking Ironhide as that offended 'Bot looked at her wistfully, and then she was laying flat of her back on the ground as Ironhide and Optimus knelt next to her and Jazz ran to join them.
"What...?" She blinked disorientedly.
"Can you hear me?" asked Optimus, one hand on her chest to keep her from trying to get up.
"Uh, yessir." She turned her head as Jazz and Ratchet skidded to a halt next to her. "What happened?"
"Get out of the way." Ratchet nearly punted Ironhide, who grumbled and backed off.
Jazz glowered at the other mech as well, then took Optimus's place as the commander stood to give he and Ratchet room. "Easy, buzzy bee, just rest and let Ratchet see what's wrong."
"I'm alright." Bumblebee scowled with embarrassment as the med'bot scanned her, then blinked and raised her 'eyebrows' as he started and scanned her chest a second time. "Ratchet?"
"You've got two sparks."