Notes:

"Blank" is speaking

'Blank' is a thought

"-Blank-" is Bumblebee speaking

Beep is just a sigh or a quiet sound Bumblebee makes.

:Blank: is talk via comm-links.

Time Conversions:

Cycle: About 1 Minute

Mega-cycle: About an Hour.

Orbital Cycle: About a Month.

Stellar Cycle: About a Year.

Vorn: 83 Years

Title: Painful Memories

Rating: T (mentions of Tyger Pax)

Word Count: 412 words

Summary: Bumblebee goes to Ratchet just as the medic is packing supplies for an off-site appointment.

Bumblebee had been a joy to have around the other mechs, and occasional femme that had to keep an eye on him as he recuperated. In fact to some, Bee was a nice break to the carnage of War outside the triage facility. Ratchet couldn't be with Bumblebee all the time; the medic had other patients to attend to.

However, today of all days, no one was available. Ratchet wasn't at all mad Bumblebee as the scout explained his predicament to the elder mech.

"-I swear to Primus, I've tried everyone!-" Bumblebee exclaimed as he stayed outside Ratchet's quarters in the facility. The elder mech packed some supplies for an important patient he had to attend to several mega-cycles away. "-Ratchet, the guards won't let me leave my room if you go! You know I hate being cooped up!-"

"I honestly don't know why you can't take care of yourself Bumblebee," Ratchet finally said as he looked at the scout. Bumblebee leaned on a crutch positioned just under his left arm, his optics as big as ever. "You're old enough."

"-I keep remembering Tyger Pax if there aren't bots around me!-" the youngling blurted. Ratchet ceased packing his tools then. The medic slowly turned to see the yellow youngling.

Bumblebee's optics were full of fear.

"-Ratchet . . . I keep remembering,-" he stammered. He didn't realize Ratchet guided him inside the room and shut the door behind him. "-The pain Meg-I mean, He caused me . . . he kept-he kept . . . he kept hurting me, and I was begging him not to. When he ripped out my voice-box, my energon was everywhere and he started on my door-wings. I sounded so pitiful . . . I couldn't . . .-"

"Youngling," Ratchet sighed. That makes Bumblebee stop speaking in Cybertronian short hand.

"I'll take you with me." Bumblebee perked up immediately. His wings fluttered in relief.

"-Thank you.-"

"Go and pack some things," Ratchet stated. He kept his tone neutral.

"My patient is stationed a little ways away from here. I'll sign the wavier for you to leave the triage facility. Meet me here in ten cycles." Bumblebee gave Ratchet a small smile. Quickly he hobbles away and wondered who Ratchet's patient was.

The only reason Ratchet would leave the triage facility was one of two reasons: a med-bay was overflowing and needed a very skilled medic, or a high ranked Autobot had been badly wounded in battle.

Title: Dangerous Traveling

Rating: K+

Word Count: 362 words

Summary: Ratchet and Bumblebee leave the triage facility in order to make a 'house call'. However, the path to get there is dangerous.

"Ratchet, you have got to be joking."

"No, I am not."

"Where you're going? With that rambunctious youngling-"

"That 'rambunctious' youngling has a designation: Bumblebee. And in addition, I have signed a wavier so that he can accompany me to the outskirts of Iacon."

"His funeral," the guard huffed as he opened the gate.

Ratchet calmly nodded at the nervous scout behind him. Soon, Ratchet led the way. It was very dark out, and the only light being shown outside is from Cybertron's two moons/moon bases and the luminosity from the pair's optics.

:Stay close to me Bumblebee: Ratchet communicated over the comm-link. :It's dangerous out here:

:Ok: Bumblebee responded meekly.

They travel most of the way by pedes. On occasion, they had to take a path through tight alleyways-some that Ratchet can barely fit through-as a Decepticon Patrol was near. About a mega-cycle into the trek, Bumblebee suggested that they go onto the roofs to avoid the 'Con ground patrols.

Ratchet gave him a skeptical look. :As much as I am open to ideas, I'm no youngling, nor a Cyber-Ninja:

:So we just keep walking?:

:Correct:

:Oi, I wish I can transform, but that'll aggravate my welds:

:And I can guarantee that I won't be the one to weld you back together:

:Gee Ratchet, thanks for your support: Bumblebee said flatly.

:SHH!: Both halt in their steps, and Bumblebee saw the concentrated look Ratchet had on his face.

:What is it?:

:I thought I heard . . . never mind: Ratchet murmured over the line. :We have to keep going: They continued on their way. This time, Bumblebee heard it.

The vibrations that bounced off the alley's walls weren't just from their steps. Bumblebee's door-wings flicked to and fro. They searched . . . and they finally paused as they calculate what was going on.

Some thing, or someone had followed them.

:Ratchet . . . someone's behind us: the youngling whispered fearfully.

:Are you armed?: Bumblebee nodded once.

:Short-range cannons in my wrists: he explained.

:Be ready, on my signal: Ratchet advised. Bumblebee heard the stranger behind then, who ran at them.

:NOW!:

Ion blaster shots echoed into the night.

Title: The Appointment

Rating: K+

Word Count: 297 words

Summary: Ratchet takes Bumblebee along with him on the appointment.

After they turned in the delinquent Decepticon scout, Barricade, Ratchet led Bumblebee into the Iacon Base Camp. The once proud city was run down from the time of the War.

Ratchet looked straight ahead as Bumblebee's curious gaze swept over the camp. Many Autobots were either in drills, sat around, or they practiced their accuracy with their weapons.

"Ratchet!" shouted a red and white mech running their way. Bumblebee gazed at him and noticed that he was a medic. The red and white mech has a blue visor with a face-mask on.

He is opposite of Ratchet, who spoke hurriedly. Bumblebee took off after them when Ratchet sped away.

It was that serious.

"How is he First Aid?" Ratchet asked as the slightly shorter mech ran past several troops of mechs.

"Stable," First Aid explained. He looked over his shoulder to spot the yellow scout.

"Who's your companion Ratchet?"

"-I'm Bumblebee,-" the scout introduced himself.

"Ah, nice to finally meet you," First Aid replied. Bee could hear the smile in his voice.

"How much further?" Ratchet inquired. His chassis had started to tire. He wasn't made for long-distance!

"Just up ahead," the visored mech pointed out. Once they slow down, Ratchet turned to Bumblebee.

"Stay put outside; I don't want you getting into trouble." Bumblebee tried not to pout, but listened to the elder mech anyway. He plunked his aft just outside of the secluded med-bay, and waited.

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After several mega-cycles, and with Bumblebee almost bored to tears, Ratchet and First Aid exited the med-bay.

"-Who did you work on anyway?-"Bumblebee whispered to the red-orange medic once he was close enough.

"He wants to meet you," First Aid quickly quipped before being shooed away by Ratchet. Bumblebee looked up expectantly at Ratchet.

"-Who?-"

"Optimus Prime."

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS/HANUKKAH/KWANZAA/HAPPY HOLIDAYS~!