So I really don't have of an excuse for the late update, I honestly wasn't expecting to write another chapter, but after some encouragement it's now a certain little scout's turn. :) Now I do have to apologize, as this does involve an oc, but she's nameless and only has, like, three sentences of any back story. Oh, and there's a small G1 cameo as well. Enjoy!

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It wasn't like he was trying to avoid death, it just kept happening. Hiding under counters and older mechs was the only way he could guarantee success, the fact that failure meant facing the living embodiment of all that was evil in the world wasn't his fault. It was his appetite.

And his slow attention span.

And his itchy berth.

Not to mention his big mouth.

Basically, the only reason that the three of the nursery's caregivers were chasing him was anything but his doing.

"BUMBLEBEE!"

Okay, he might have had a bit of influence in it.

Bumblebee skidded around corners, dodged into open rooms (only to be thrown out by other sparklings not wanting to get in trouble), and slammed into walls. (He was still a bit uncoordinated after his latest upgrade.) But despite all the tripping, falling, and skid marks he would have to clean up later, death hadn't caught him yet.

Said death-givers were each trying in their own way to persuade the hyper sparkling to go back to bed. The older charges who were allowed to stay up late were cheering him on.

"Bumblebee, I promise we won't punish you if you stop running."

"I'll give you an energon treat if you come back here nicely!"

"Get back here you sorry son of a GLITCH!"

"Language!" three anonymous sources called out. The third caregiver swore underneath his breath. The swear jar collection would be receiving a new addition.

Bumblebee giggled and went around another corner.

Though nobody thought it, Bumblebee did always feel bad about the rough time he gave everyone. He wanted to be a warrior, and that job required patience, self-control, and respect for others. But his frame was just so jittery! Sitting still was not an option, why couldn't anybody understand that? (Accepting blame and being responsible was not one of the warrior traits Bumblebee had learned about yet. As discussed earlier. You know, death and all that jazz.)

"And, gotcha!"

Bumblebee let out a very un-warrior-like shriek as he was lifted off the ground. His under-developed door wings bounced as the shortest caregiver rested him on her hip, "There we go! That wasn't too hard was it?" The other two caregivers gave Bumblebee the death-stare as they bent over to even their venting.

Bumblebee squirmed. No! He couldn't be taken this way! Being captured should be taken with dignity! And explosions! And a really cool alt-mode! And other warrior stuff he couldn't remember!

As Bumblebee continued to wiggle in his captor's arms the caregivers discussed what to do with him. Well, two of them discussed what to do with him, the swear jar offender was voicing his plans to have Bumblebee moved to another nursery.

"Oh come now, don't talk like that! 'Bee is just misunderstood. Proper caring will certainly lead to a well-behaved sparkling." Bumblebee nodded in agreement.

"Please, I've been nice to him ever since he got here!" Yeah right. The only caregiver that had been kind to Bumblebee was the femme carrying him to his room. He couldn't remember her name at the moment, but he still liked her.

"I say we ship him off to the lower levels, the care centers there accept any sparkling. I repeat, any sparkling." What, no!

Bumblebee tuned out the conversation as he struggled to free himself. Escaping was his top priority, and no one could stop him! The closer the trio of caregiver's got to his designated berth room the more frantic Bumblebee grew.

"… let's just give Bumblebee a few more chances, please."

Bumblebee stopped plotting Master Escape Plan 2.4 b. as the nice caregiver's voice grew more pleading. What are they saying? They aren't serious about shipping me off, are they? Would I be alone? Bumblebee curled up in the femme's arms as his thoughts turned more depressing. Are they?

Noticing the sparkling's sudden change in temperament the caregiver holding him quickly dismissed the others, "I'll take care of him, you go back to recharge." Bumblebee latched on to her shoulder plates. He was starting to feel sick.

"Okay, here we go," the caregiver gently sat Bumblebee on his lower bunk, her voice at a whisper to not wake the other sparklings in the room. "There, that's not too bad, is it?"

Bumblebee shook his head.

The caregiver's smile flickered at his lazy reply, "Hey, everything alright?"

Bumblebee curled on his side and hid his optics with his elbow.

"Oh, I see. You're worried about being taken away, aren't you?" She sat down beside him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Her back was stooped under the upper bunk, but her voice remained light. "I promise I'll do everything to prevent that from happening, alright? Tracks doesn't know what he's talking about."

Bumblebee peeked out from behind his arm-shield, "But what if he makes me be alone again?"

The caregiver bent down to eye level, her visor paling in the dim light, "What makes you think that?"

Bumblebee sat up and scooted closer to her. He wrapped his arms around hers and said, "Every time I move to another nursery I'm alone again." His grip tightened, "I don't want that to happen anymore." His head dropped to his chest at the whimper in his voice, "But warriors aren't supposed to feel fear about things like that."

The caregiver smiled and freed her arm from Bumblebee's grasp. As she pulled him into her lap she said, "You don't have to worry about things like that 'Bee. One of my sisters is a warrior, and when times are tough, she writes me."

Bumblebee's door wings lifted, but he didn't look up.

The caregiver slowly started rocking back and forth, "She tells me about her hard training, her rude instructors, and what she's scared of."

Wide, un-blinking optics met a soft visor.

"But the one thing she always writes is how lonely it can be, but knowing that me and my other sister are waiting for her is what keeps her going."

"So, even warriors get scared? And lonely?"

The caregiver pressed her forehead against Bumblebee's, "Even warriors."

Bumblebee shifted his gaze down, "Will you stay with me?" His optics flicked up at her broadened smile, "Not because I'm scared or anything, but I won't run off if someone's with me."

"I understand completely 'Bee," she said and let him slide off her lap.

As Bumblebee snuggled against the caregiver's side, "I mean, the only reason I get out of recharge is because there's no one to talk to."

"I know."

"Well, goodnight."

"Goodnight 'Bee."

As his optics offlined the last thing he heard was, "Oh course, my sister is usually a Class-A jerk, but I try not to dwell."

So there you have it! This chapter is more on the fluffy side than humor side, but I really don't care, I like this one. :) Regarding the Tracks cameo he just seems like the kind of mech who would work at a nursery and hate every single minute of it. So there you go! I needed a name to fill and I delivered.

Also, I did draw a companion drawing to this on my DeviantArt that I hope none of you go to! I have the same pen name there if you want to check it out. So, yeah.

Also also, I will update my other stories, I promise, my writing mojo is just in other places at the moment. Probably Spain.