AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yeah, my first fanfic…yay! I know it's not an original idea, but, hey, I couldn't resist. Set in TFA.

DISCLAIMER:

Windcat: I do not own Transformers.

Grimlock: That right! You no own Transformers! Grimlock is King!

Windcat: Uhh…Grimlock? Hate to break it to you, but Transformers is owned by Hasbro,

Grimlock: WHAT!? GRIMLOCK NO OWN TRANSFORMERS? BUT GRIMLOCK IS KING!

Windcat: You do not own Transformers. Hasbro does.

Grimlock: Hmm…me Grimlock need…time to think…

(Ponders this and walks away)

Eye Level- Chapter one

Of Meetings and Moustaches

It was a normal day at base, quiet, calm and sunny. Three hundred or so Snickers wrappers littered the floor, though it could have been worse, considering the circumstances.

"Man, what happened in here? It looks like Wreck-Gar learned about Christmas in July! I knew we should have dropped you off at your dad's." Plopping down next to Sari on the couch, Bumblebee reached over and grabbed a video game console.

"Hey, you're not really one to talk, Bumblebee. Have you seen your room lately?" Bumblebee shrugged.

"My room doesn't have-hey! Who told you that you could go in my room while we were out?"

"Nobody." She replied, grinning slyly before going back to work on something in her hands. "How did the meeting go, anyway?" Bee sighed.

"Same old, same old. Sentinel wasted half the time talking about himself, Jazz listened to music, and the Jet twins spent the whole meeting practicing moose antlers on Sentinel. That was the only worthwhile thing that happened. Bulkhead sat there no less confused than he usually did, Prime was trying to take matters into his own hands, but ended up having the rank war with Sentinel. Prowl looked annoyed, but that may have been because Ratchet was taking a stasis nap and I was…well…you'll see." Sari lifted her eyebrows. The yellow mech continued. "Blurr finally got back from Junkion and he just rambled about something that I couldn't understand. The only thing I heard was something about Cybertronian dust bunnies…so how was your day?"

"Bo-ring! I was here at base, all alone, all day, for eight hours and not a single thing happened! So, I decided to give my key a few upgrades."

"Sari, I'm not sure that's such a good idea…"

"Trust me, it'll be fine! Where are the others?" She said, partially out of curiosity and partially out of desperation to change the subject.

"They were stuck in traffic last time I saw them. Prime is trying to have this new no sirens rule about respecting the right of REAL emergencies and not using them for 'satisfying our own impatience'. I told them that having Bulkhead on the freeway WAS an emergency but he didn't buy it." The sound of wheels on pavement from outside interrupted the two and was shortly followed by the whirring of armor transforming and clicking into place. They glanced at each other.

"Five, four, three, two, one…"

"BUMMBLLLEEBEEEEE!" The doors exploded, revealing a very angry, merciless, and Italian looking Ratchet. A curly line decorated his faceplates, curving delicately above his lip and twirling up the sides of his helm. The younglings sniggered. Ratchet growled and pulled his favorite weapon out of his subspace compartment. The two friends fell silent.

"Run?" Sari suggested helpfully.

"Run."

With that, Bumblebee scooped Sari up and put her on his shoulder before taking off at full sprint down the corridor.

"YOU SLAGGIN' GLITCH HEAD! GET BACK OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! WHEN I'M DONE WITH

YOU YOUR OWN CREATORS WON'T BE ABLE TO TELL YOUR HELM FROM YOUR-!" Ratchet waved his wrench menacingly in the air. A hand gripped his shoulder.

"Calm down, Ratchet." Ratchet turned around. Optimus had to shut his intakes to refrain from laughing.

"And let the kid get away with…THIS?" He gestured to his face. "What kind of paint is this anyways? It doesn't come off!"

"I believe it's what the humans call 'Sharpie".

"Man that was a close one!" Bumblebee rested against a wall while cupping Sari in his palm and periodically poking his head around the corner.

"I have to give it to you this time, Bee! That one was GOLD! The look on Ratchet's face! Priceless! ….Where did you get the Sharpie, anyway? Between the Jet twins, you, and Blurr, I'd say that it would be pretty daring to just leave one lying around for bored sparklings to take."

"Better not let the other 'sparklings' hear you saying that, Sari! I am a few vorns older than you, squishy!"

"And the Sharpie?"

"Let's just say it came from the same place I got the tube of superglue."

"Uh-huh." She briefly recalled a time when Bumblebee enlisted her help with coating Prowl's floor with superglue right before his midday meditation. When she had asked where on Earth or on some random other planet he had gotten such an enormous tube of the stuff, he had simply replied that it was classified information. That was the end of it. No questions asked.

"Bumblebee. Optimus Prime wants you in the main room. NOW." The youngsters jumped. Neither of them had noticed Prowl come up behind them, and the black and gold mech seemed to materialize out of thin air.

"P-Prowl! We uh…didn't see you there. How long have you been standing behind us?" Bee inquired fearfully.

"Long enough. Command center. Now. Nanosec's out of jail again and you need to go away for a while and find some scraplet-brained way to catch him." His visor gleamed dangerously.

Reluctantly, the yellow bot scooped up Sari and deposited her on his shoulder. As soon as they were out of earshot, he cringed.

"Why am I so certain that Nanosec isn't what I have to worry about?