I had this idea a while ago, but Life got in the way. Now with school and exams gone, there's nothing to stop me! So here we go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

Bumblebee ran into the command center, terribly excited. "Arcee!" The femme, who had been standing on monitor duty, whirled round. She hadn't heard so much excitement in Bumblebee's voice since he'd realized that he could speak again. He dashed up to her. "Look what I found in the ruins of the MCCC!"

"The what?"

"The Military Command Center and Clinic. Don't you remember?" Arcee looked at him with sadness mixed with disappointment. "You went there alone? In your off time, when nobody knew where you were going? Bumblebee, those ruins could be unstable, you know." 'Bee shook his head. "Not the point. Here, look."

He pulled an old datapad out of his subspace and gave it to her. The glass was cracked and there were smaller ones running through the padguard on the back. She merely looked at him in confusion. "What is it?"

"My old log. Which I used to keep as a sparkling. Remember?" Arcee smiled. "Right. You used to carry it around with you everywhere. You really loved that thing." She turned it over in her digits. If she looked closely, she could almost see the 'BUMBLEBEE' etched out on the padguard in Cybertronian.

"You know what? We should all read this out sometime. Together." Bumblebee looked mortified. "It'll be fun." She insisted. "It'll bring back some old memories." Bumblebee still looked reluctant. "Come on, 'Bee. Besides, it'll be fun for you, too. We'll all relive those memories together."

"Some of those memories are not meant to be relived." He muttered darkly, just soft enough that Arcee wouldn't catch the words. "What?" She looked a little concerned. He smiled at her. "Never mind. You're right, let's all read it together. Tonight, after patrol." She nodded and passed the datapad back to him. "All right, then."

After patrol, 'Bee announced his plan to Team Prime. They gazed at him with surprise and curiosity. It was the final night of Ratchet's stay. Soon, he would return to Earth, but before that, he wanted to read the datapad out loud and share all those old memories with him, Bumblebee said. The Autobots signaled their approval. So once they were all seated and had their nightly rations in their servos, he began to read.

Entry #1

Well, the only reasons I'm actually writing this are:

(1) I don't have anything better to do. I'm not allowed out of the medibay without supervision. 'Cause Ratchet is paranoid. And there's only medicky stuff to do in the medibay. Which is the most boring place this side of Cybertron. Which is kind of ironic, actually, 'cause I practically grew up in the medibay, so I shouldn't think that it's boring. But it still is. And-

Right. I'm rambling. Sorry. (Who am I apologizing to, anyway? Is anybot reading this? I hope not.) Anyway,

(2) Ratchet told me to. Since I need 'personality development'. When Ratchet tells me something, it's usually true. Exception: When Ratchet says that too many energon goodies are bad for me. Then I know he's lying.

But I think that Ratchet is just making me write this 'cause he wants to spy on my activities. (Stay away, Ratchet!)

Eh...I actually don't have very much to say. I'm still getting used to this whole keeping a log business. Today was pretty interesting, though.

There's a lull in the War currently, which is supposed to be good, but that just means that the twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are pulling off random pranks, while the wreckers are doing stupid things to amuse themselves. (Ratchet's definition of stupid, anyway. For me, it just means entertainment watching Ratchet yell at them.)

Today, Wheeljack came in the sickbay unconscious. Obviously, Ratchet panicked, thinking that there had been a Decepticon attack or something. But then Bulkhead said that Wheeljack had a grenade in his mouth when it exploded . I... don't even want to know what they were thinking.

When Ratchet demanded to know just what the grenade was doing there, Bulkhead muttered something sheepishly about a dare. The medibot lost it then and there. Clang went the wrench.

I stood and watched the fun, like I usually do, along with a poorly hidden laugh here and there. Of course, when it's me he's yelling at, I have a strange urge to go and hide in the store cupboard.

Anyway, after that, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, the twins, came in. Something about a loose comm. patch. They're always promising to take me out, but they never really have the time. But they're really fun when they're around.

After Ratchet had finished repairing them and all that, I hung around to hear them talk about pranking Ratchet. I'm always nervous when they do that, 'cause if Ratchet knows that I was involved in any way, he'll kill me for sure. (Not literally, of course.) And believe me, I learned my lesson last time.

This time, they were thinking of painting him neon blue, like a giant, glowing energon cube. I just wished them good luck and scooted off after that. They think I'm a goody-goody. I'm not a goody-goody... am I?

I hope they succeed, though, 'cause Ratchet the energon cube would be hilarious.

Well... That was actually quite a bit, huh. I think I might just be able to keep this up. For now, Bumblebee out.

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