Chapter one
The whirrs and hums of machines stopped as a certain mech grabbed a wrench and put the last finishing touches on the machine in front of him."There. That should be it. Now, all I have to do is test the mechanism...Guess I'd better tell the Hatchet to send me a drone. Don't want to take any chances,", Wheeljack said," Lest it malfunctions on any of the other bots.", he added thoughtfully. Then, he sent a comm to Ratchet.
Wheeljack:: Ratch. Send a drone to my lab. I just finished a project, and I need to test it.::
Ratchet:: Test on somebot. I'm too busy.::
Wheeljack::Too risky. Still need to make sure of its effectiveness on Decepticons. Don't want any malfunctions.::
Ratchet::Then you'll have to slaggin' wait. I've got the minor twins and 'Hide in the medbay. Have to do some scans. Then I have to go speak with Optimus. After that, I have to check up Bumblebee and his vocal wiring. Think I've got another solution.::
Wheeljack::Then I'll wait 'till tomorrow. I need to recharge a little anyways.::
With that, Wheeljack ended the communication, and rubbed his optics. Then, he left the lab, turning off almost all the lights on the way out. Unbeknowest to him, a red mech and a yellow one watched him leave from their hiding space while blinking their optics and snickering silently."He's gone. C'mon, bro. Let's get that machine.", said Sunstreaker. Sideswipe snickered."Guess we'll be doin' him a favor. Now hurry up! Before Prowlie sees us and decides to punish us...", he whispered. Sunny nodded, and quickly grabbed the machine, placing it under an arm. Then, they both left, laughing to themselves while also looking out for the second-in-command.
Bumblebee smiled to himself as he walked through the training room of the Autobot base. He was headed towards the medbay, because Ratchet had told him to stop by later in the afternoon. The young scout really hoped it had to do with his vocal wiring, since he was starting to get tired of communicating through the radio."On this perfect day~~ Nothing standing in my way~~", he played through the radio. Suddenly, he crashed and fell on his aft. When he looked up, he blinked his optics. The major twins, Sunstreaker and Sidesweep, were sitting down on their afts also with a strange device at their feet. Bumblebee cocked his head. What on Earth would the twins be doing with a machine? He just hoped it wasn't a prank. Sunstreaker must have noticed the machine since he started cursing."Oh, frag. We are soo gonna be offlined...", he mumbled. Sides made a face."Why-Oh, pit. That's it: RUN!", he said to his brother. Without hesitation, both twins rolled into their alt modes and sped away as fast as their wheels could take them.
Bumblebee whirred his gears. Run? Why? "Hey you guys! Wait for me!", he yelled through his speakers. Then, he glanced at the machine. It was already glowing a bright blue, and it seemed to be shaking while it glowed even brighter. Then it spoke."Commencing blast now. In three...two..one...", it said. Bumblebee widened his optics and tried to roll into alt mode, but was pushed away by the blast of the machine. He fell facefirst and whimpered in pain as he tried to get up. While he rubbed his head, he felt a sharp wave of pain pass through his body, and he shuddered. The last thing he did was send a distress signal before entering a forced stasis lock and slipping away into darkness.
~TRANSFORMERS~
When Bumblebee opened his optics, he blinked, not acustomed to brightness that suddenly inundated him. It took him an astrosecond before he realized he was in the medbay, on one of Ratchet's examination berths. He groaned. Without warning, the green and red mech walked in, glaring at the young scout before he spoke."Slaggit, Bumblebee. You nearly gave everybot a spark attack. Do you know how long you've been here? Two days! Two slaggin' days! If I could, I would offline you right here and right now. However, being the guardian of a human ally protects you to a certain extent. So throwing a wrench at you later will have to do.", he said, while he grumbled to himself. Bumblebee tried to look sorry. He really hadn't worried everyone, had he? If he had, he hadn't meant to do so! Besides, it hadn't been his fault. Almost like he was reading his thoughts, Ratchet sighed."I know it wasn't your fault. But you need to be more careful next time. For now, you're going to stay here in the medbay. I scanned you earlier, and I'm doubtful of the effects the explosion had on your body. So I need to do more scans, and make sure there is no harm.", he said.
Bumblebee hunched his back and frowned, his doorwings sagging in reply. He was not going to like his time spent here. He held up a servo in protest, but put it down as he recieved another glare from the medic. "This is not up for debate, Bumblebee. You will stay here tonight. If I find out you escaped, I swear to Primus, I will slowly and painfully rip you apart. And I will let Ironhide use your parts for target practice.", he challenged. The young mech only whimpered in reply. Satisfied, Ratchet snorted before he left the room, muttering to himself."Younglings. Think they know everything there is...". The young black and yellow mech sighed."Lonely~~I am so lonely~~", he played through his speakers. Then, he shuttered his optics. At first, he was confused. Then, he realized Ratchet must have injected him with some sort of anesthetic while he was distracted. He tried to fight the heaviness he felt before he dozed off, a small smile forming on his faceplates.
Outside of the medbay, Ratchet looked at Optimus Prime, concern written all over the face plates of the blue and red mech."Optimus, I don't know if Bumblebee is still okay. I'm going to keep him in the medbay for one more day, since I have to run more scans.", he said. Optimus closed his optics."I hope, for our sake and his, that he is fine. We cannot risk losing another mech, not now. Ratchet, tell no one of this. Only Ironhide and Prowl may know of this incident.", he replied. Ratchet scratched his head."I saw the machine that caused the explosion. It was Wheeljack's, so I asked him why the slag he left it out in the open. He swears he left it in his work lab. Also told me that it was a machine that was supposed to be used against the Decepticons.", he added.
Optimus coughed."Then we better get Wheeljack to help you with Bumblebee. He is partially responsible for this. And besides, I think I know who started this mess. Let me deal with that, and you keep your optics on Bumblebee. I need to go now. Sam is waiting for me outside. NEST conference.", he said when the medic furrowed his optic ridges. Ratchet nodded."Fine. I'll keep you updated.", was all he said. Optimus smiled slightly before he rolled into his trailer truck mode, and sped away. Ratchet covered his face with his hand." The twins are dead from this moment on...", he muttered.
Soooooo...I hope you like this chapter so far. I blame this story partially to a plot bunny that was being very insistent on being heard. Little critter was starting to annoy me, so I gave in. It is 'Bee-centric, so those who love Bumblebee, read on! I hope you find it humorous. I have never really tried to write humor, so, please excuse me if it is not up to your standards. Please r and r !~~ Flames are accepted!