Chapter II
"Quit bugging me! I'll have him ready when I have him ready!"
"But it's been stellar cycles! How long are you gonna to keep working on 'im? He should've been outta here and wanderin' around all of Cybertron by now! He could've seen all of Cybertron!"
"I'm trying to fix him without doing any damage to his memory processor. If I do, he could lose everything he had gathered from the planet!"
"Slag it, Ratchet! First Aid could've done a faster job than you!"
"Don't mention that Protectobot to me, Ironhide! He may work fast, but I work to get the job done right, at least!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." The red bot stormed out of the medic bay and walked back to Perceptor to give him a report.
"He's still working on him. He doesn't want the memory fractured," said Ironhide. The scientist looked up. His body was in bad shape still, since the incident. Half of his face was gone, his right leg armor was nearly torn off, his left arm was missing, and his chest burned with the sight of Decepticon abusement, and his other arm was scratched open.
"Thank you," he said softly. "Don't give Ratchet such a hard time anymore, Ironhide. He's doing all he can."
Ironhide bowed and trotted off to Optimus who also expected a report from him about Perceptor's Mini-con. He told him exactly what he had told Perceptor. Optimus lowered his head.
"I wonder if time has done anything to his memory instead," he said. "Brainwave is more human than he is Autobot. Twelve stellar cycles might have done a lot to him."
"Sir, will he be sent back to Earth?" said Hotshot, standing next to his commander.
"Possibly. The other Mini-cons, and we, have been accepted on Earth. I'm sure they wouldn't mind one of their heroes coming back. Let's hope time hasn't done anything to his friend, either."
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Author's Note: Yeah, sorry for it being so short. But honestly, this story gets SO much better as it goes along!