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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: Protector
Rating: K+
Word Count: 201 words
Summary: As Ratchet waits for Bumblebee as he's talking to Prime, he soon has company in the form of a walking tank.
"Ratch'?" questioned a gruff voice. Ratchet turned around to see Prime's Weapons Specialist, Ironhide. The burly red mech had an amused expression on his face-plates.
"Don't even say it."
"Say what? That yer gettin' soft?"
"Don't start with me you old rust bucket . . ."
"Ah, c'mon Ratchet!" Ironhide chuckled. "You have a soft spot fer the lil' scout!"
"I may have to keep him at an arm's length now," Ratchet sighed. "If he gets killed out there . . . that'll be another crack on my spark."
Ironhide's cheerful expression morphed into one of empathy. "How ya gonna do that? I can see in yer optics that ya care 'bout the kid a lot."
"I tried not getting involved Ironhide, believe me," Ratchet exhaled. He didn't look at the large mech as he shuttered his optics.
"Though, I don't think my spark can delete the line of code I have." The medic slowly looked up at Ironhide once again. Ratchet's expression is neutral, but his optics glowed with adamant seriousness.
"I want to protect him . . . yet-" Ironhide stopped the medic when he placed a heavy servo on Ratchet's square shoulders.
They stood outside quietly, and waited.
Title: New Assignment
Rating: K+
Word Count: 439 words
Summary: Bumblebee has a new assignment.
Ratchet's patience was rewarded when Bumblebee exited the med-bay. As the door closed behind the scout, Ratchet saw that something was amiss. Bee's door-wings flapped up and down nervously, which made CLACK-CLACK-CLACK sounds.
The scout was unsure of something.
"Bumblebee?"
"-Uh Ratchet . . .-" Bumblebee sighed. His door-wings slowly sank down his back. Ratchet keeps his expression neutral as Bumblebee ex-vents quietly.
"Did Optimus give you an assignment?"
The yellow mech's optics cycled wide. "-How did you-"
"Eh! D-d-d-d," Ratchet lightly scolded. Bumblebee shook his helm. Ratchet countered as he raised an optic ridge.
"What is your assignment?"
The scout stepped past Ratchet and glanced left, right and up above. His door-wings fluttered as they try to detect if any one is within audio-receptor range. Satisfied that no one would overhear, Bumblebee went back to Ratchet and leaned in close.
"-Do you know that Optimus thinks that the 'Cons have several energon deposits off-world?-"
Ratchet sighed, nodding in agreement. The Decepticons had many more, though several Autobot troops have managed to take them over. That really helped with the ammo, fuel and life-forces of the Autobot members.
"Yes, yes, though it's more than that, isn't it?"
"-I have to leave-."
Ratchet winced and stared at Bumblebee in disbelief. At least he didn't beat around the crystal-bush.
"What?"
"-I have to leave. Optimus says from my superiors, I'm one of the best scouts for the Autobots. He wants me to scout out energon once I'm out of the triage facility. Then, I'm gonna be . . . off-planet.-"
Ratchet looked away from the younger mech. He didn't dare to look at him in the optics. Those optics that have seen horrors of war at such a young age. A youngling shouldn't have to endure such a burden, especially with Bumblebee's voice-box ripped away from him horribly.
Nonetheless by the very one that started the War in the first place.
Ratchet felt a gentle servo on his forearm. The medic gawked at the yellow appendage. From that limb, Ratchet's gaze swept up to Bumblebee's face. 'Primus frag it,' Ratchet thought as he saw the small, yet reassuring smile on the scout's face. 'Don't let this one suffer.'
"-I'm going to be fine Ratchet,-" Bumblebee nodded. He released his grip on the white and red-orange arm.
"Do you need me to escort you back?" Ratchet inquired as his expression was neutral again.
"-First Aid is taking me back; you finish fixing Prime. We need him in order to win the War.-"
After First Aid left with Bumblebee in tow, Ratchet went back to fix Optimus.
'Primus, keep him safe,' Ratchet prayed.
Title: Without A Goodbye
Rating: K+
Word Count: 251 words
Summary: Ratchet finds Bumblebee's room empty.
Ratchet sighed as he reached Bumblebee's room. Several solar cycles had passed by, and Ratchet wanted to have a visit/check-up on Bumblebee. Much to his shock however, the room has a new occupant: a femme with broken arms and legs.
Quickly, Ratchet quietly tip-toed away and pulled over one of the assistants, a Praxian. Unfortunately, the senior medic isn't sure how to start.
"Um," Ratchet mumbled. The medic shifted his gaze away as he tried to come up with an explanation.
"You're looking for the plucky, yellow scout?" the assistant grilled. He angled an optic ridge and his door-wings up in curiosity.
"He's my patient," the elder of the two grunted.
"Uh, not anymore."
"What!" Ratchet exclaimed. He took a threatening step forward. The younger mech hurriedly held up his data-pad, letting it be a pathetic shield between him and the irate medic. The assistant began to quake in terror.
"Who let him out?! He's still recovering!"
"Not on my call, I swear," the Praxian blubbered, terrified of the medic's infamous wrath. "Read the data-pad! That was the only thing left!" The terror-stricken mech practically launched the data-pad at Ratchet as he ran away as fast as his legs would let him.
Ratchet snorted indignantly and shook his helm. The medic examined the data-pad. He recognizes it as Bumblebee's own personal data-pad.
Unsure what to do with it, the medic tapped the screen. With a beep, it opened to a page.
It was Bumblebee's personal journal, and it wasn't password protected.
