Me: im back!
Paul: here we go again.
Me: oh shut it; this one is gold!
Pual: then get to it.
Me: urgh why you ,anyways here is chapter 3 of the in the beginning series!
A picture is worth a thousand words for a reason, team prime learns this the hard way
Note: this takes place after endgame back on cybertron but its AU cause prowl is alive
Prowl walked along the familiar metal hallways of the autobot fortress metroplex, it had been a few human months after the final battle in Detroit and everyone was settling into a sort of peace with their new lives, what with optimus being a commander, Ultra Magnus recovering and retaking his position, and just about everyone getting a promotion.
Life seemed to be getting better for them all.
"OW DAMN-IT!"
Or not.
Shaking his helm prowl made his way over to the source of the noise (A.K.A Bumblebee) fully intent on stopping it with a few shuriken to the helm when a second voice rang out.
"It won't fit!"
Prowl stopped and refreshed his optics in surprise. Optimus? What could Optimus possibly be doing with bumblebee? Prowl was all set on just walking away when the next few line made him stop and his face plates redden.
"Then make it fit!"
"Again I'm trying I told you we should of used the oil!"
"Then it'll just fall out again"
Oh primus.
Were optimus and bumblebee doing what he thought they were doing?
"Damn-it optimus! I thought you said you've done this before,"
"I have but never with a minibot."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It's just that your smaller and well it's harder to line up and-"
"JUST GET IT IN THERE OR SO HELP ME I'LL DO IT!"
Prowl stuttered and backed away from the door as though it was unicron himself. He was so intent on getting out of there he didn't even notice when he had backed into ratchet, who immediately pushed him off and looked at him strangely.
"what the slag has gotten into you kid?"
Prowl couldn't help but stutter "o-o-o-opt-ti-mus b-b-b-bum-bumble-bbb-bee"
Ratchet looked annoyed "well spit it out kid!"
"R-r-r-room"
"And?"
"f-f-ff-rag-"
"WHAT? The prime and the kid would never do that here!"
Prowl could only shudder and point at the door "l-l-listen"
Ratchet mumbled under his breath at the perverseness of the younger generation before he too heard them and almost went into stasis lock.
"Ahahaha that hurts stop it!"
"Hey you came to me asking for this so don't complain now."
"I didn't think it would hurt this much!"
"… maybe we should ask Ratchet for help"
"Are you kidding me no! I would sooner ask Megatron for help than him, he'll kill us both!"
Ratchet not wanting to hear more quickly side stepped away from the door and shuddered, Prowl looking better but still shaken hissed at ratchet "see? I told you so!" Ratchet shot Prowl a look.
"what they do is their own business!"
Prowl quickly countered and the two of them began to argue: they were in fact, so caught up in their little discussion that they didn't see poor Bulkhead who waved at the two of them and was going to and talk to them when he heard.
"Bumblebee it's not fitting"
"Ugh ya know what this is your fault!"
"My fault how?"
"You probably made it swollen!"
"Well you're not helping either you can't just expect me to do all the work! Wiggle around damn-it!"
"What do you think I've been trying to do!? There's not much maneuverability in your lap!"
"Would you rather do it on the desk?"
"Anything to get this done faster so I can forget about this horrific day"
Bulkhead turned green and quickly spun around to gag. As ratchet and prowl continued to argue ( it having degraded to useless comments about the others flaws) it was the sound of bulkheads gaging that made them remember what they were arguing about, it was prowl who first looked up and winced in sympathy, Bulkhead had heard he then spoke up. "Bulkhead you okay buddy" Bulkhead spluttered.
"Okay? am I okay? You heard it just as well as I did I AM NOT OKAY! Why are they-oh primus I don't even want to know!"
They all looked at the door with poorly disguised fear upon hearing the frustrated grunts from within, they all looked at each other.
"Someone has to go in there"
"pfftt pit no! The only thing I have to do is stay a bot and die!"
"Maybe if we close our optics and reopen them it'll all be a bad defrag cycle"
"Were not that lucky kid"
"Well someone has to do it"
…..
….
"Not it"
"Not it"
"Not i- dang-it!"
Prowl and ratchet both looked at Bulkhead and then at the door Bulkhead gulped and then advanced towards the door. He keyed in the access code and partially shuttered his optics, he did not want to see optimus-
Repairing bumblebee?!
It was true, the prime was standing over the minibot who was sitting on the desk along with his tire, in one servo the Prime held a wrench and the other was scratching the top of his helm. Bumblebee who was facing the door jumped at the sight of the all and screamed.
"AHHHH! Oh wait oh thank primus it's just you bots"
Optimus turned around and scratched the back of his helm nervously
"hehehe hey guys well um ya see bumblebee somehow popped his tire off and he asked me to fix it- and well, it just snowballed"
The three bot in the door way just blinked.
And blinked.
And blinked again
Until prowl let a large sign of relief.
Ratchet then gave a one sided smile twitch looked at the two bots "is that all?"
Bumblebee nodded "yeah what did you think we were doing in here?"
All three of the bots shuddered and said in union
"Don't ask"
After the awkward silence Bumblebee spoke up
"soooo is anyone gonna help me put my tire on or what?"
Me: okay I know that everyone and their dog have done one of these but I just had too! It came to me in boredom and I channel it in tiredness, now its 3:30 am so excuse while I lapse into a mini coma.
