Ironhide couldn't remember the last time he felt so bad, one by one most of his systems rebooted, multitude of errors flashing on his display. He onlined his optics warily wondering what the slag had happened.

Confused he looked around where was he? How the slag was he still online? Wait there had been another mech, he was sure of it. He turned his head and a short distance away was the mech in question. Primus, it couldn't be! But it was, it was Bumblebee, the yellow scout had vanished several battles ago. Optimus has sent them out to try and find the bot but they never did, they had all started to assume he had offlined but apparently they were all wrong. He was online, sleeping peacefully. Unless, slag unless they were both offline. But if they was the case why in the pit did his whole body ached.

Ironhide groaned as he attempted to move, his groan waking Bumblebee who, with a small groan of his own, onlined and saw Ironhide awake. Slowly Bumblebee moved, so he was by Ironhide's side.

"Hey Hide, you look like slag."

Ironhide was silent for a few moments as he just looked at the believed offline mech. "Where the slag have you been you slagging piece of scrap?!"

Bee chuckled a little bit, same old Ironhide. "I've been here."

"Where the pit is here?"

"The planets name is Earth, how are you feeling Hide, you were in bad shape."

"And that's another thing I'd love to know, how the slag am I still online, you only know basic first aid!"

"That would be because of me," Came a very distorted Cybertronian answer from a short distance away. Bumblebee lowered his hand allowing Mikaela to step on and raised her up so Ironhide could see her.

"Ironhide allow me to introduce Mikaela, she's one of this planets people and she's the one who repaired you."

"Does she understand our language? " Hide looked incredously at the tiny human

"Barely." Came the organic's reply as she looked at Bee. The moment later Hide got a datapack which included language of this planet.

"This small organic…" He tried out his the new language, it rolled easily out his vocaliser.

"I would advise you not to finish that statement," Mikaela said crossing her arms.

"I'd listen to her, Hide; she's as scary as Ratchet." Bumblebee said in Cybertonian.

Though doubtfully, Ironhide nodded then asked, "Why haven't you returned to us Bumblebee? Or at the very least contacted us."

Bumblebee was silent for a second before speaking "I have my reasons."

"Which are?" The weapons specialist asked.

"None of your concern, Hide."

"The Pit its not, Optimus has had us scouring the sectors looking for you and you've been here on this slagging planet this entire time. Online, in one piece, while the rest of us are thinking your laying somewhere offlined and we can't find your body!"

Bumblebee let some air cycle out of his vents, he knew Ironhide deserved to know why he hadn't returned, why he was just fine letting everyone think he was offline somewhere. "I'm not entirely in one piece Hide, I…I cannot come back. I'll help you get functional but then you have to leave and forget about me." Bumblebee set Mikaela down before he left the cave.

"Oh great going now he wont be back for hours." Mikaela grumbled.

"What the slag did I say" Ironhide asked confused by what just happened.

"He's more injured then you realize."

"What injuries?"

"That's not my place to say," Mikaela said before packing up her things and went to leave. "Tell Bee to call if he needs anything," She said before leaving.

Though in desperate need of recharge Ironhide found the meaning of Mikaela's words eluded him. He couldn't get them out of his processor. Bumblebee looked to be in one piece…so what injuries was she talking about?

Slag! Ironhide was so confused. Thinking, risking a processor ache, he didn't even realize he had slipped into recharge until his sensors picked up a movement.

Pretending he was still recharging 'Hide watched Bumblebee move slowly back into the cave. Ironhide saw Bumblebee groping along the cave's wall before easing down, proving Mikaela' words.

Ironhide wanted to confront Bee, to make him admit, but as he watched the visibly tired friend he thought better of it and decided to wait until morning. After this he slipped into healing recharge again.