Disclaimer: I don't own TF or BW. Just about 200-300 of the toys, and a handful of 3D CGI models

Well, I've been kicking this idea around for I don't know how long now. I'd like to thank my good friend Crazomatic for giving me permission to go ahead.

I think it's been over a year since I first thought of doing a young TF fic, but although I thought up many many scenes, I didn't have enough to actually write a proper fic (plus very few of the ideas were all centred around one age. I was planning on and might do a "generations" fic yet.)

In any case, please R&R. I was planning on going onto the second chapter last night and doing two characters, but I got yelled at to go to bed.

Anyway, I plan to cover as many aspects of the entire line as I can, so it won't just be limited to Beast Wars. I don't plan to keep it all in list format either; it will evolve into a proper continuing story.

I think that's about all I had to say, some of the later jokes probably only the older readers will understand.

Oh yeah, it's my birthday on the 10th (for all those who forgot and were too ashamed to ask. Anyone?) So I expect at least a happy birthday from everyone.

Enough. Lets get this started (I'll post the next character in a few days.)

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The school counsellor sighed as she checked over her over-flowing inbox; today was going to be a long day.

To start off the morning, she had several third year students to deal with. It was hard to see such young bots gone astray already, but after lunch she had the older, wiser and generally cockier students to deal with.

Through the frosted glass door to her office, she could see them already filling her waiting room. Still, better to get things over and done with. Sorting through the pile, she called the first student in.

Even for his year the bot appeared young. He was fidgety, and kept looking at his hands, which appeared to be cupped around something that the counsellor couldn't see.

"Sit down son."

The small mech took the proffered chair as the counsellor beamed at him kindly.

"It's Inferno isn't it?"

The mech in front of her nodded slightly. He refused to look up, still staring at his hands placed in his lap.

She thought for a moment and half-flipping through the files on her desk, asked if he had an older brother. He shook his head.

"Well then, what are you here for?"
Inferno still didn't look up.

"M-my t-t-teacher s-says I l-like to b-b-burn things."

The counsellor didn't know if his stutter was nerves or a speech impediment. She offered him a biscuit from the tin on the table and asked for him to elaborate.

"L-last week, I t-tried to s-set a s-student on fire. T-the week before, I w-wanted to s-see what colour t-the s-science room w-would burn."

The counsellor nodded. Behaviour like this in a mech this age was usually down to an expanding mind, couple with inquisitiveness. It would be likely he'd grow out of it, but he needed to understand that such behaviour wasn't acceptable.

Just then she noticed a whiff of smoke.

"You're not smoking in my office I hope?"

Inferno shook his head.

"A mech your age shouldn't be smoking."

Despite his meek demeanour a few moments ago, Inferno was beginning to grin.

"Wait a minute. What have you got in your hands?"

Inferno opened his fingers slightly, still holding whatever it was as though it was something precious, like a small pet.

The counsellor stared intently at it, before the dawning realisation that it was a box of matches. She'd been so intent on the box that she hadn't noticed the smoke growing steadily thicker.

She got up to walk around the desk just as it burst into flames.

Inferno had jumped up from his chair and was giggling uncontrollably and waving his arms around over his head.

"Sweet merciful crap!"

Inferno had begun dancing around the desk while the counsellor ran for the fire extinguisher.

"Fly my pretties, fly!!!!"

The counsellor finally got the fire under control, much to Infernos disapproval.

Shaken, she returned to her scorched desk and locked the matches in the drawer.

Turning to her intercom, she paged two of the prefects to her office, than sat, flustered as the small mech sat disappointedly poking the scorched desk with a stubby finger.

A few moments later the door opened to admit a pair of sixth-years.

"What seems to be the problem miss?"

Fretful, the counsellor pointed to the burnt desk and back at the mech, gleefully swinging his feet under the chair and gazing at the large pile of paperwork with all too much interest.

"Red Alert, Inferno, could you please show our friend this." She pulled out a video, "explain to him that what he did was wrong and why."

The red fire engine took the video.

"Alright! Smokey the bear. I bet Hot Spot will want to join us. Come on Red', let's go find him."

Together they led the younger mech towards the door.

"Oh, and Red Alert?"

The white lamborghini jumped like he'd been stung and turned worriedly back to the counsellor. He was shaking with the telltale signs of a long-time coffee drinker.

"Yes?"

"How are you coping? I know exams are coming up."

He made a small chocking noise and made a move to put a hand to his head as though he had a serious headache, before opening a small bottle of pills and draining them. If anything, they seemed to make him even more wired.

Suddenly, his eyes opened widely and he ran screaming from the office, shouting something about being under too much pressure, and having to find Starscream. 

Inferno shook his head and leading the younger mech out, headed off in the direction of his friend.

Again the counsellor wondered if it was right to give him the prefect's position. Still, with friends like Inferno to keep him under control, the extra responsibility might make him stop worrying about smaller things.

Even so, she made a note to ask the nurse to increase his medication dosage just the same.

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Well, what'd you think? Leave a review and tell me whilst I type out the next part.