Transformers Prime One Shots

So It Wasn't a Dream.../Meeting Agent Fowler-Bumblebee

Here is your long overdue and awaited update! I know it's a little late to be just publishing it but I've worked for over an hour to get this right for you guys. Hope you like it!

Waking up in the morning, there was only one thought that went through your head.

What the heck.

Whoever said you actually had to get up in the morning should just cease to exist, even if they're almost definitely dead and it's probably a good idea not to waste an entire day but whatever it's comfortable and they can go mind their own business.

With a groan you open your eyes glare at the ceiling. What the heck. Sitting up, you stretch your arms above your head and let out a yawn, rubbing your eyes and wrapping a blanket around your shoulders to keep out the cold of the morning.

You make your way downstairs by way of graceful half-falling-half-dragging yourself over, sitting at your countertop with a bowl of cereal and a cup of (favorite morning drink). Everything is quiet, save for the birds outside and the distant sound of cars on the road. Your eyes widen.

"Cars!" You yell out, almost spilling your drink in your sudden outburst. "Oh my god, Bumblebee!"

Suddenly awake you let out a squeal of excitement, gulping down the last of your breakfast and rushing back up to your room, throwing on some black shorts and a t shirt, slyly using some yellow-gold eyeshadow just because. You were all ready to go, but for some reason, the world hated you and decided to hide your other shoe somewhere in the disaster that was your room. Running around, you smacked your head against your bed frame when the honk of a horn outside scared you.

"Ow!" You hissed, rubbing your head. "One second!" You shouted, not really knowing if he heard you or not.

You glare around at everything in your room until you spot your other shoe, laying obnoxiously obvious near the door. You groan in annoyance and slip it on, grabbing your phone and running out the door to the fresh day. The fresh cold day. You shiver as you rush over to the black and yellow camaro, opening the door and practically throwing yourself in. Why did I wear shorts again?

"Morning Y/N!" Bumblebee chirped, starting off once he made sure you're all buckled in. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not much of a morning person." You grumble. "Waking up is hard enough, but then having to deal with the cold and losing a shoe makes it even more annoying."

"Sorry to hear that." Bumblebee chuckles and you hear the rush of air as he turns on the heaters, sighing in the warmth.

"Thanks." You sigh, slumping in the seat.

"You're welcome!" He whirrs, "Anything for you."

The cold completely forgotten, your body flushes with warmth, your stomach basically somersaulting as his words make your heart flutter.

With a slightly shaky voice that makes you want to slap yourself, you ask, "What exactly are we going to be doing today?"

Bumblebee pauses. "You know, I don't really know. There may be a mission or two to run, but otherwise we can just hang out at base. I'm sure Ratchet will find something to yell at us for."

You chuckle, and as you enter the desert, you look out to see the sun just above the peaks, still just waking up. Lucky.

"You know, it was like a totally normal day today when I woke up." You said. "Nothing was out of the ordinary, I got up, complaining all the while, went down and had some breakfast, and as I was sitting there, everything was quiet except for some birds and cars. And then I was like, 'cars!' and remembered everything that happened yesterday and then it was a mad rush to get ready." You chuckled. "I think I still have a bump on my head from when I hit it on my bed."