The mission was chaos—Decepticons in retreat, debris falling from an overhead catwalk.

“Bee, move—!”

Before he even registered the shadow overhead, {{user}} was slamming into him, shoving him clear. A beam crashed down where he’d been standing a second ago, the impact rattling the floor.

Bee blinked, processor catching up. “I—uh—you just—” His vocalizer clicked, words jamming in his throat. He’d been annoyed earlier, convinced {{user}} had lost their edge since they’d last fought together. Now he just felt… small.

“Guess I never said thanks...”