~(Prologue)~

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

" Not again!"

Optimus Prime, the famous Autobot Leader who's voice could carry over a battlefield in the heat of fighting, sighed for what felt like the thousand time, (cause it was!). With a slight trot, he headed to the engineering room. As soon as he walked in, he found Ratchet attending to a soot covered and dazed Wheeljack. " What'd he blow up this time?" Optimus asked, looking around at the soot covered room with some bare patches from objects blocking them. " He blew up a communications device while messing with it," Ratchet said, snorting. " It' wasn't my fault!" Wheeljack protested in a whine. " Sure it wasn't," Ratchet said, smirking. " It wasn't," Wheeljack replied with emphasis. Optimus just shook his head, his optics shuttering and unshuttering in a motion like a blink.

" Is he gonna be okay?" Optimus Prime asked, eying the soot covered green and black mech. " Just have to fix a few dents and a servo fracture and he'll be functioning again," Ratchet said, keeping his eyes on his work. " Good," Optimus sighed, relaxing slightly. " But at how much of a screw up he is, there's a chance of processor damage which would be an improvement in my opinion," Ratchet said. " HEY!" Wheeljack shouted indignantly. Optimus shook his head again, turning around and leaving the room.

SWOOSH!!

"Ack!"

As soon as Optimus Prime stepped out of the room, he was suddenly jerked into the air, hanging upside down by one foot. He angled his head, looking up to see a metal cable wrapped around his ankle. " Oh crap!" a familiar voice whispered. " We're dead now!" another yet also familiar voice whispered back. " Sideswipe, Sunstreak," Optimus growled, his optics narrowed as he spotted the two hiding behind the corner of the hallway. " Eh heh, sorry Prime, um, that was meant for Ratchet," Sunstreak said nervously, grinning. Sideswipe only offered an equally nervous grin.

" What's with all the slagging racket?" Ratchet said irritated as his head poked out of the engineering room. He saw Optimus Prime dangling from the ceiling, looking ready to blast anything that moves to bits. " How the Sam's Hell'd you get up there?" Ratchet asked, raising a facial plate brow. " Them," Optimus growled, motioning with his eyes. Ratchet looked and a sour looking frown came across his facial plates. " It was meant originally for you," Optimus added, smirking when Ratchet's optics narrowed and the twins started trembling in terror. " Why you little slaggers!" Ratchet snarled, pulling a wrench out of a compartment in his stomach. " RUN!" the twins yelled simultaneously, scampering away as an enraged Ratchet charged after them, cursing like a sailor in Cybertronian language.

" Hey! A little help!?" the still dangling semi mech called after them, to no avail. " Grr.." Optimus Prime growled, frustrated that now he was trapped. " Need some help?" a familiar voice asked from below. Optimus looked down to see Prowl looking up at him. " That would be very much appreciated," the red and blue mech replied sarcastically. A ghost of a smile twitched at the corner of Prowl's mouth as he pulled out a Cybertronian throwing knife. He flung it and it sliced through the cable holding Optimus.

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"

THUD!

Optimus Prime groaned as he hit the ground and slowly sat up, rubbing the side of his head. " Your welcome," Prowl said coolly as he turned and walked away, disappearing around a corner. " Um… thanks?" Optimus said uncertainly, looking at the corner Prowl disappeared around. " Hey, what happened to you?" a voice asked. The red and blue mech looked to see Bumble Bee standing next to him, Sam and Mikeala standing in his hands. " Rough day," Optimus grumbled. " You look it," Sam commented, trying to resist snickering.

The red and blue rig sighed heavily as he got off the ground. But as soon as he got up, he was knocked back down. " SORRY!" Sunstreak shouted. " GOTTA RUN!!" Sideswipe added as they kept running. " HOW"D THE HELL"D I GET INVOLVED!?" Bluestreak exclaimed. " Because you decided to get in the way!" Sideswipe replied. " Oh yeah…" Bluestreak said thoughtfully. " GET BACK HERE YOU PIECES OF SCRAP!" Ratchet bellowed angrily, charging after them. " AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" the three young mechs screamed.

CLANK!" OUCH!"

The others flinched, some covering their eyes, including Optimus Prime whom was still on the ground, as they watched the violence.

WHACK!!

" ACK!"

SMASH!!!

" TAKE THAT YOU SLAGGERS!"

BAM!!!" HELP!"

BOOM!!

" AH HAAH WAAAAAH!!"

CRASH!!

" MY SPLEEN!!"

" YOU DON"T HAVE ONE!"

" Oh yeah…"

KRAKOW!!

"AUUUGH!!!"

THUD!!

" Wow, when Ratchet punishes, he sure brings the pain," Sam said, giving a low whistle of astonishment. The twins and Bluestreak were nothing now but a pile of three knocked out dent covered mechs. Ratchet snorted in triumph, stomping back to the engineering room to finish fixing Wheeljack. " Yeesh, I hope he's just in a good enough mood later to fix them," Bumble Bee said, flinching just from looking at the dents. " Wow, so this is what it's like at your guy's base," Mikeala commented. " You okay Optimus?" Sam asked, seeing Optimus bang his forehead gently against the concrete floor. Optimus Prime did not reply but kept muttering, banging his head against the ground softly.

" Why? Whyyyyyyyyy me?"

To be continued….

Author's Not: What'd you expect? It's the prologue for Primus' sake! Review if you found it interesting or want to give me advice for future chapters. I'd love that! :D

…. Poor Optimus Prime…. XD