Huh. Hey, kid. Ya look real familiar, ya know that?

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He stares right back at Wheelie, looking unimpressed at the comment.

“M’ a mining unit. There’s kinda a lotta those. You look… orange.”

“Awesome stuff… in me?” Terminus had told him he could do great things, but he’d never phrased it like that. Did Wheelie mean his organs? The little miner laughed at the thought of his capacitors and t-cog being called awesome stuff.

“Zep? Zep… ok. It’s not my name but you c’n call me that ‘til I get one, ok?” Wheelie had permission to call him by this odd name. At least he wouldn’t confuse it with another one! He tilted his helm in thought, still staring up at the excited bot.

“Music’s fer singin’, not listening to. Is “Zep” somethin’ they sing about?”

Wheelie grinned.

“Zep is short for Led Zeppelin. They’re a group of well known singers and musicians from Earth. They’re famous!” said Wheelie.

He sat down cross legged on the ground to close the height distance between the two of them. Wheelie knew all but too well what it was like to have to constantly look up at someone while talking.

“I’m not much of a singer. But I like music and I really like listening to it!”

“Famous… singers?” Sure, some mechs were really good at it, but singing was never something Zep thought anyone could be famous for. It was just something they did for fun to pass time in the mines, to focus on something that wasn’t the heat or the hard work. Joining into a song had an invigorating effect that made you forget how tired you were for a little bit.

“I wanna hear ‘em. Are they nearby? How far’s Earth? Are the songs hard to learn? How d’you get to be famous at music?”

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Dee nodded, still rubbing his helm. Something felt… off in there, but he tried to focus on understanding his new friend’s explanation. What could be done about the pain, anyway?

“Uh huh, it’s not here. That’s good, I don’t like any of it, but… upset… Why’d they be upset if it changed? What they do together hurts us, it should change… right?” The ache was spreading, from his helm to his shoulders and down his back now. Slipping off of Rigel, Dee shivered, trying to shake it out. “Sorry, ‘m OK… Just feel funny.”

“Rigel… ‘f it’s really different here, I wanna stay with you… Nobody’s happy there, nothin’s new’r soft… Don’t wanna go back, I’d never find this place again!”

“Run’ antivirus real quick,” Rigel ordered, sitting up and placing a servo on the mechs back. “An’ don’t stress ‘bout goin’ back t’ yer Cybertron. It’ll take gettin’ used to, I know, but y’can’t get upset about it, alright?”

A glance was cast to the Fermi Solution and he contemplated sending Blackguard a ping to introduce the youngling. Especially now that the other wasn’t feeling well. Adults always knew what to do in those kind of situations.

“When’s th’ last time y’refueled?”

“Anti… I dunno how…” Dee shook his helm and squinted, not understanding what was happening, but instilled with the innate dread that he was waking up from this dream of a world. “I just got here…I don’t want to go-!” Fog emanates from his little frame, expanding larger and larger to push Rigel out of the way.

Megatron sits on the grass, staring down at the mechling who just moments ago was larger. He stands abruptly, backing away a step before looking around to satisfy his confusion, just barely keeping enough composure to keep his sword sheathed. Earth? When had he come here? Why was he with Rigel?

The memories of himself as a youngling are anachronistic, fresh memories reordered with old timestamps. He looks back down at Rigel again, at a loss.

This was going to be interesting.

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The little face remained right up in Rigel’s as he listened, slightly confused. Rigel didn’t exactly answer his question, but it just seemed like maybe he didn’t know all the answers. He didn’t seem much older than Dee was, after all.

“A team… Yeah. That’s prolly why Terminus doesn’t like him. The first Primes helped us n’ helped make us, but this Zeta one’s letting the Senate… How come yer sayin’ ‘used to’? Is it not like that here? In uh… this ‘nother world?” Dee squinted, rubbing his helm. It was starting to hurt…

“’S a multiverse thing,” Rigel stated again with a shrug. “Not another world – Well, Earth is, technically -” He waves away the thought with a hand.

“No, don’t think ‘bout it too much. What I do know – Frum all the bot’s i’ve talked to – is that th’ Primes n’ the Council work t’gether to get slag done. But that changed, an’ sum’bots were upset ‘bout it. We don’t got any of that here though,” his smile returned, brows lowering in concern for the obvious confusion. “It ain’t nothin’ to worry about now.”

Dee nodded, still rubbing his helm. Something felt… off in there, but he tried to focus on understanding his new friend’s explanation. What could be done about the pain, anyway?

“Uh huh, it’s not here. That’s good, I don’t like any of it, but… upset… Why’d they be upset if it changed? What they do together hurts us, it should change… right?” The ache was spreading, from his helm to his shoulders and down his back now. Slipping off of Rigel, Dee shivered, trying to shake it out. “Sorry, ‘m OK… Just feel funny.”

“Rigel… ‘f it’s really different here, I wanna stay with you… Nobody’s happy there, nothin’s new’r soft… Don’t wanna go back, I’d never find this place again!”

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Dee, despite his size, is about as heavy as Rigel. He is entirely unaware of this as he snuggles atop his new friend, nodding and giggling too.

“I really only know ‘bout Underground Cybertron. Never went to the surface- ‘least not outside. It’s… not anything like this. Dark, really hot, from all th’exhaust and bein’ so close to Primus. Miners work all the time, and sleep in a biiiiig pile when they’re not on-shift. The bosses give us fuel, tell us where’n when ta dig. While we work the old ones tell stories! Mostly ‘bout ghosts n’ how the ‘riginal Primes were. I c’n list all Twelve! Terminus says the one we have now… um. He doesn’t explain everything.” Dee looked Rigel in the eye, face set and serious.

“How’s he walk around with all the Senate up his aft? Is he just really big?”

A sound akin to a wheeze is forced out of the slender built bot when the other settles on top of him… Not that he did anything to get the weight off. He’ll deal with it for now; It reminded him of Bevel’s mass, and that thought was promptly shoved back down through his memory bank.

“I don’t think I can,” Rigel commented, trying to prop himself up on his elbows and managing to sit up in time to have a face-full of stern miner staring at him. “What?”

Then he let out a bark of awkward laughter, “What! No! No, not like that – Th-That’s not how it used’ta work. They’re… They was a team, y’know? Workin’ together for… Politic… Stuff.”

The little face remained right up in Rigel’s as he listened, slightly confused. Rigel didn’t exactly answer his question, but it just seemed like maybe he didn’t know all the answers. He didn’t seem much older than Dee was, after all.

“A team… Yeah. That’s prolly why Terminus doesn’t like him. The first Primes helped us n’ helped make us, but this Zeta one’s letting the Senate… How come yer sayin’ ‘used to’? Is it not like that here? In uh… this ‘nother world?” Dee squinted, rubbing his helm. It was starting to hurt…

Huh. Hey, kid. Ya look real familiar, ya know that?

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He stares right back at Wheelie, looking unimpressed at the comment.

“M’ a mining unit. There’s kinda a lotta those. You look… orange.”

He was starting to grin up at the silly big bot, but it returned to a frown of concentration at the mention of a name.

“Don’t got one yet. My designation code’s D- 16. ’M a miner.”

“D-16, huh? That’s a bit of a mouthful. Ya need something better than that,” said Wheelie.

Maybe he could give the little mining unit a name? Dee was an obvious name. But he figured he could do one better. One of his hands when to his chin in thought. His fingers drummed on his lips in thoughts.

“A miner…. a miner….. a miner…. A minor! There’s a ton of awesome stuff in A minor!” said Wheelie thinking out loud.

Being someone who enjoyed Earth music (Rap and classic rock being his favourite genres), it didn’t take him long to think of songs that were in A minor. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin came to mind.

“Alright. It’s not gonna make much sense to you yet. Not until I get ya listening to some of my favourite music. But for now, I’m calling you Zep,” said Wheelie.

That was a cool sounding name in his book!

“Awesome stuff… in me?” Terminus had told him he could do great things, but he’d never phrased it like that. Did Wheelie mean his organs? The little miner laughed at the thought of his capacitors and t-cog being called awesome stuff.

“Zep? Zep… ok. It’s not my name but you c’n call me that ‘til I get one, ok?” Wheelie had permission to call him by this odd name. At least he wouldn’t confuse it with another one! He tilted his helm in thought, still staring up at the excited bot.

“Music’s fer singin’, not listening to. Is “Zep” somethin’ they sing about?”

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A reason… More like he wished that all the other miners could come up here. He wished that he hadn’t been the only lucky one, but he was. Lucky to be alive, lucky to have mechs that shared their fuel with him and cared enough about him to send him away. He’d had the luck to find this place, and he wasn’t going to waste it. Maybe when he was bigger, he’d be strong enough to help the others be lucky too.

“Got it!” Congratulations, Rigel. You have a growth attached to your arm. “This is…” The hesitant glee was back, as he slowly began to accept it. “It’s gonna be… fun!”

He won’t discourage the clinging, if anything it makes him laugh a peel of raspy giggles before the smaller, but stockier, mech bowls him over onto his back.

“Good.” The agreement was made and he’d figure out how to sway Blackguard. “Tell me s’more about your Cybertron, Dee. ‘Cus I feel like I know other mecha who’ve lived someplace like it. That’s part of th’ Multiverse – I’ll explain later.”

Dee, despite his size, is about as heavy as Rigel. He is entirely unaware of this as he snuggles atop his new friend, nodding and giggling too.

“I really only know ‘bout Underground Cybertron. Never went to the surface- ‘least not outside. It’s… not anything like this. Dark, really hot, from all th’exhaust and bein’ so close to Primus. Miners work all the time, and sleep in a biiiiig pile when they’re not on-shift. The bosses give us fuel, tell us where’n when ta dig. While we work the old ones tell stories! Mostly ‘bout ghosts n’ how the ‘riginal Primes were. I c’n list all Twelve! Terminus says the one we have now… um. He doesn’t explain everything.” Dee looked Rigel in the eye, face set and serious.

“How’s he walk around with all the Senate up his aft? Is he just really big?”

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“I dunno, crayons can be red!” Red was, in his optics, probably the best color.

The kiss has him giggling and he headbumps the small friend. “’Course! There was a whole TON o’ these in the mine today an’ I thoughta you!”

What’s a mine? Can I go down there too, if there’s more japsers?

“A mine’s where I’m from! They’re big, long tunnels underground, an’ we dig an’ dig and find energon crystals, to make into fuel! It’s really dark though, an’ kinda not safe if you’ve never been. …We should stay up here. I can bring you any kinda rocks you want, just say a color an’ tomorrow i’ll have em! There’s even a couple kinds you can draw with!”

WOAH! Yeah bring me-

Wait. It’s dangerous?! But you can’t go there either, it’s- it’s dangerous!

Dee’s grin fell in mild confusion. “Yeah, it’s dangerous… but I’m a miner. ‘M not even s’possed to be up here really, but- but it’s ok. I’m not gonna let anybody stop me from sneakin’ out to come t’school! It’s too fun.”

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“I dunno, crayons can be red!” Red was, in his optics, probably the best color.

The kiss has him giggling and he headbumps the small friend. “’Course! There was a whole TON o’ these in the mine today an’ I thoughta you!”

What’s a mine? Can I go down there too, if there’s more japsers?

“A mine’s where I’m from! They’re big, long tunnels underground, an’ we dig an’ dig and find energon crystals, to make into fuel! It’s really dark though, an’ kinda not safe if you’ve never been. …We should stay up here. I can bring you any kinda rocks you want, just say a color an’ tomorrow i’ll have em! There’s even a couple kinds you can draw with!”

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The little miner snickers, plopping down beside Bee. “They’re not energon, silly! ‘Pactor called ‘em Jaspers, but I dunno. You like ‘em?” He couldn’t blame his friend for wanting to taste them. Some rocks were delicious.

I like ‘em a lot! I wish I could color with ‘em. They’re better lookin’ than crayons.

(Bumblebee gives Dee a kiss on the cheek!) Thank you!

“I dunno, crayons can be red!” Red was, in his optics, probably the best color.

The kiss has him giggling and he headbumps the small friend. “’Course! There was a whole TON o’ these in the mine today an’ I thoughta you!”

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Dee walks over to his minibot friend, trailing dirt and dust the whole way and plops a pile of rocks at Bee’s pedes.

“I found you-rocks!”

(Little Bumblebee gasps!) They’re- they’re us-colored!

(Bumblebee unthinkingly puts one in his mouth, for no particular reason. It just looks nice!)

(Tastes like dirt though.) Bleh!

The little miner snickers, plopping down beside Bee. “They’re not energon, silly! ‘Pactor called ‘em Jaspers, but I dunno. You like ‘em?” He couldn’t blame his friend for wanting to taste them. Some rocks were delicious.

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