Title: Sick
Summary: One shots of each of the autobots getting sick and the others taking care of him.
Rate: K
Bulkhead
Bumblebee was really focus in his game, Mortal Combat. He had low heath but so was his energy. He just had to avoid some of his attack place some of his own then he would win. He just need a few more seconds...
"Bumblebee." said a raspy voice. Bumblebee jump from were he was sitting, look behind him for a second before turning back to the game to pause it but it was too late.
Game Over.
Bumblebee signed then turn his head to the mech that called him. "What is it, Bulkhead?"
Bulkhead, the lovable big mech, was sitting on the coach with a lose blanket around him. He looked tired and unwell. Why? Because he, my friends, had what the human would call a cold. He had caught a virus after staying in the rain two days ago for 4 hours.
"Can you get me some oil? My throat is burning up." he said, his voice sound very raspy.
"Okay." Bee signed before heading out to get his big buddy some oil. He was watching over the big mech to make him feel comfortable while he was recovering from the virus. Where were the others, you might ask? They were out in the city helping the police in a situation.
Bumblebee came back inside the room with two barrels of oil. "Here you go."
"Thanks little buddy." Bulkhead took the barrel and drank it. His throat feel better. He then sneeze.
"Bless you."
"Thanks."
"So, is there anything else you want me to do."
"No not for the moment."
"Okay." Bumblebee return to his game and started playing again. Too bad he didn't save because now he had to start from the beginning.
When he was saving at the half way point of the game, Bee check to see if his buddy was okay. Bulkhead was fine. Just watching the game Bumblebee was playing with droopy optics.
"You want to recharge?" Bee asked.
"No, I'm fine. Maybe some more oil." said Bulky. Bee got up.
"Come on let's get you to bed."
"But I don't wanna." whined the big mech as if he was a sparkling.
"Bulkhead." Bee said with a stern face.
"Okay."
Bumblebee help the big mech to his berth room and gave him some oil.
"Comfortable?" The green mech nodded sleepily. His systems slowly falling into recharge.
"Good." Bee started humming a lullaby he saw Sari did once to help make him fall to sleep faster. It worked. In less than 2 cycles Bulkhead was in deep recharge. Bumblebee quietly left the room and back to his game. Soon after that the others arrive.
"How's Bulkhead, Bumblebee?" asked Prime.
"He's fine. He's recharging in his room." said Bee.
"Good." said Ratchet.
"Did anything interesting happen?" asked Prowl.
"No, not really."
A/N: This chapter was a little mother Bee like.
A/N/N: Final chapter is Bumblebee.
