This is just a short story based off M. Bay's Universe. I posted it on FB for some feedback and I just got around to posting it here. This is new territory; I'm intimidated.

Please feel free to give constructive criticism.

Hound swore and thrashed around, uprooting a small tree in his path. "Oh shit!" He growled as the tree trunk tumbled down the slope of the hillside towards the roadway. Worried that it might cause an accident, he pointed his gun at the target and blasted the tree into a cloud of tiny wooden splinters. He then slapped his giant metal gut three times for measure and congratulated himself. "Good job, Hound. You just saved the day. Now to find that sneaky 'Bot."

Determined, the heavy transformer returned to his mission and continued to make his way through the thick vegetation until he got to the roadway on the upper hillside. He climbed back on to the road and stood in the same spot where he had first gotten ambushed and subsequently catapulted over the edge in a fast tumble. He had instinctively transformed to grab hold of the earth and roots to stop his descent, and ended up halfway down entangled in trees and shrubs.

Hound cursed again and spat oily fluid on the pitch. "I swear I'll kill 'im this time. Gone too far; that piece of scrap!" He scanned the area again for the Cybertronian culprit that got away. His signature, although faint, was nearby. The angry Autobot transformed into his vehicle mode and traveled for a quarter mile until he broke the bend and spotted his 'attacker' parked in front of the gate of a rather upper-society, private home.

"What in the name of Cybertron does he think he's doing?" Hound launched at the yellow Camaro and landed in front of the inconspicuous vehicle on both feet. To his surprise his younger comrade didn't transform; far less budged from the challenge.

"What's this?" He nudged the tyre of the Chevy. "Y' think ya bold and brave now that you got yer voice back?"

The sunny bright car maintained its stillness and no protest came from the abnormally chatty Bumblebee. He was picking up the Autobot's signature. It was clear and very present.

Hound prodded Bumblebee's bonnet. "Hey, ya can't pretend to be a regular car to fool me. I may be old, but I'm not stupid, Stupid." Hound tried again by grabbing the car beneath the front bumper and proceeded to drag him forward. He was certain that no transformer could resist transforming if they were to be dragged by another. He pulled him one inch forward and when there was no sign of movement from Bee, he flipped the entire Chevy over on to its roof.

"Ya had that coming!" The heavy-set Autobot roared with laughter and slapped his gut. "Give up the act already, ya little piece of scrap. Transform and face me like a real Autobot!"

The overturned Chevrolet was still rocking when the voice of Bumblebee came from behind.

"Hound, what did you do?" The yellow transformer was standing behind the gate and his hands clutched both sides of his head. "Why did you do that?" He demanded.

"Bumblebee?" Hound gawked at the sight the real transformer before him. "That was a real car?" He pointed at the upside down Camaro.

"Duh!" Bee replied as he hopped over the gate.

"Yer an idiot!" Hound stomped the ground. "Why'd ya hafta hide so close to a car that looks like you?"

Bumblebee rocked back on his heels, shocked by Hound's accusation. "Me? You're the idiot who mistook a regular Earth car for an autobot. And that does not look like me!"

"What are you talking about? It's looks exactly like you! It's a yellow Chevy Camaro - as the humans say."

"Nooo. I'm yellow with black accents and that is a pure yellow 2015 Camaro. I upgraded to the 2017 model from 2016," Bee explained indignantly. "I'm offended that my own team mate doesn't even know what I look like. And I would've never let you touch me to begin with."

Hound huffed. He had figured the autobot wouldn't have let him grab hold, but Hound was not going to admit it. "'All look the same to me," he mumbled under his breath. "Stop yer whining, half-pint. I'll just put the car back and we'll get out of here before the owner shows up."

"What about the damages? "

Hound began turning the car back to stand on the four tyres. "What damages? I don't see any."

"The dents and scratches all over it.." Bumblebee clarified for older transformer.

"Those were there before I arrived." Hound continued to act oblivious as he moved the vehicle back to its parking spot. "See? It's as good as new." He grinned at the other autobot mischievously and dusted off his bio-mechanic hands against one other.

"Oh relax. Even if the owner was upset about two itty-bitty scratches he could never prove who did it. Any transformer could've done it. They'll just put the blame on a dirty Decepticon."

"Hound!" Bumblebee yelled in disbelief. "What would Optimus Prime say about this?"

The rusty being turned his back towards the yellow autobot. "Yer not going to say anything to Prime because then I'd have to tell him how you tried to kill me back there. Or did ya forget about our little incident?"

Bee grumbled in defeat and looked over at dented Camaro. There were clear indicators of transformer-like hand prints on the side and front of it, but they would not help identify which transformer committed the act. However, cameras were another issue. "Hound," Bee called out. "They'll know It was you because of the surveillance cameras."

That caught the autobot's attention "Damn it! For Cybertron's sake, why are humans so obsessed with watching everything? I hate them so much sometimes." Hound hunkered over to the damaged car to study it. He scratched his metallic head before he switched his gaze to his companion. "Alright. Here's what we'll do."

"We?" Bumblebee clasped his chest; terrified.

"Yes. I'll take the car to get it fixed and you can pretend to be the human's vehicle for a few days while this one is in our shop for repairs."

The younger transformer recoiled. "No way! I am not doing that!" He waved his hands in front of him wildly. "That's the craziest plan I've ever heard. You don't even know how to repair real cars."

"It's genius actually," Hound corrected. "We have human allies to help with the repairs and you've done this type of undercover work before with the Witwicky boy. Not only that, ya already got this model programmed in ya, so it should be easy. See if you take this car's place, the humans wouldn't have a reason to check their security footage. Unless ya choose to stay as you are; then I'm pretty sure the guy wouldn't mind a free upgrade."

"No."

"Yes. What other option do we have? We don't need any more trouble with the inhabitants of this planet. I've had enough of their fussing about us."

"No! Absolutely not!" Bumblebee protested. "You could always come clean to the owner and offer to pay for the damages that you caused."

"Ha! Now that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard; coming from a 'bot who was almost torn apart by angry humans twice. Besides, where am I going to get money from to pay for this piece of junk?"

Hound moved closer to the vehicle and in one move lifted the faux-Bee over his shoulders. "Ya know, I'm your senior so you should really be listening to me, Bumblehead. You're a great spy. They'll never know the vehicle was replaced. You're way more efficient and faster, aren't ya? "

"Don't try to appeal to my ego, you big clunk of scrap metal. Wait, where are you going with that? Stop!"

"I'm taking it to fix," Hound answered. "It'll be just like fixing you up after a battle. At least this guy here won't whine like a baby."

"Why would I help you with this wack plan of yours? " Bee countered.

Hound came to a sudden halt and glared at Bumblebee. "Because ya tried to kill me. Ya ran me off a cliff, ya sociopath! Ya really think I'm gonna let ya off so easily? If ya do this for me I'll forget all about it."

Bee ducked his head and shrugged. "Hey, you started that game. I didn't tell you to be so top-heavy... Anyway, what if the owner is a middle-aged guy who eats a lot of cheese and farts a lot? I sure as hell do not want to smell that."

"Little piece of scrap! I honestly don't understand what Optimus sees in you."

"Or what if he's a wannabe Hefner with bladder control problems? Uh? I'd rather be punished by your hands than be pissed on."

Hound opened his mouth to respond to the smart-mouth Autobot, but a tiny shift in the door of the French-styled home changed his mode.

"Quick! Take the position! A human is coming." Hound shoved Bumblebee back and ran over to the edge of the road where he jumped down to take cover against the slope. Luckily for them, the house was situated several yards away from the tree-shaded gates, which gave Bee enough time to settle into an older version of the Camaro.

The parking spot was parallel to a five-feet stone wall which supported the gate, and so it blocked Bumblebee's view from the human walking down the path. Hound laid flat on the ground and watched to make sure that the human found nothing suspicious with the replacement.

Much to Hound's disappointment the human was not a male senior citizen with bladder problems. Instead this person was not a guy in any form or fashion, but rather a female with dark hair pulled into a ponytail and shoes with pointy things extending from the heels. "Human women are strange," Hound muttered to himself.

The woman had her phone pressed against the side of her face as she absentmindedly made her way through a space in the 'still-opening' gate and walked towards the Chevy. She pressed her alarm to her car which made her true vehicle beep next to the older transformer, and Bee mimicked the lights. She climbed into the car, shut the door and Bumblebee's engine revved to life.

Hound skittered lower down to conceal himself some more and swore. "What a mess I've gotten us in now..."

-End-