Transformers and other recognisable characters/brands do not belong to me! (Otherwise I would be very very rich :) )
"Translation does not usually create great works; but it often helps great works to be created." - G. Highet
Sam Witwicky was bored. So bored, in fact, that he was growing bored of boredom.
Most would wonder just how exactly a teenager whose best friend was in fact a giant alien robot from outer Space could possibly be bored, but alas, there he was, sitting in the unusually abandoned rec room. Bored.
Mercifully, the Autobots had returned; it was not often that the rest of the base's occupants (neither human nor Cybertronian) appreciated the younger bots' screeching tires, but today it was a welcome end to the monotony that had occurred while the Autobots were out on a training mission.
"Hey Sam! Hope you didn't have too much fun without us," Bumblebee skidded into the room.
Sam suppressed a groan, "Hi Bee. How was it?"
Bumblebee sat-down on the Autobot-sized couch, "Fine, but Ironhide shot at Prowl. Again,"
"On purpose?"
"An accident this time,"
"..."
"..."
At that moment, Optimus Prime walked dignified into the room, "Hello, Sam; I trust you weren't too bored while we were out?"
The red and blue mech smiled when he saw the teen's souring facial expression.
"Optimus? I'll be in my office if you need me-" The trio turned to face a red and pink femme who was poking her head into the room, "Oh, hi Sam, Bee,"
"Hey Delta,"
"I thought we cleared all of the outstanding incident reports last night - what else needs to be done?" Optimus asked his partner curiously.
At this, the femme stepped into the room fully with a suddenly annoyed look, which consisted of her hands being placed on her hips and narrowed optics, "Dearest darling Galloway has requested that I specifically conduct full investigations into all of last month's incidents - apparently, all of our previous reports on the matter have gone missing, and nobody knows how!" she finished her rant rather sarcastically, throwing her servos up in the air to further emphasise her frustration.
Bumblebee whistled and winced, "Wow, he really doesn't like you,"
"Yes, well, I really don't like him. I shall see you all later," the female Prime harrumphed and stalked out of the room in the direction of her office, doorwings flared violently.
"You know, I could always arrange for somebot to accidentally step on him..." Bumblebee offered.
However, this was silently shot-down and vetoed by Optimus.