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Thoughts
"Talking"
Flash Backs
Flash Back Thoughts
Prowl sat at a table with Optimus Prime, trying to fill out reports. The black and white datsun sighed, he just couldn't concentrate! Optimus Prime looked at his second-in-command,
"Are you feeling alright Prowl?" He asked, Prowl looked at his commander,
"Yes." Was his reply. Optimus gave him a sceptical look but returned to his reports. Prowl slumped slightly, his doorwings twitching, whenever he tried to concentrate, his processor went back to Bumblebee, his charge had been hurt on his watch. Prowl knew it was nothing serious, but he was still worried. Optimus looked at the oldest datsun on his team, his dark blue optics questioning,
"I can finish the rest. Why don't you go see Bumblebee." The prime offered. Prowl looked at him surprised,
"Okay Prime." He pushed himself up and handed the last reports to Optimus and went to leave, pausing at the door, he looked over his shoulder, "Thanks." And he turned and left,
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Ratchet searched desperately around the medical bay, shoving things aside and looking under berth's. "Where the frag did the kid go!" He exclaimed, getting up from searching around under a medical berth. The white and red CMO glanced around, Where did Bumblebee go! I turned my back for a second and he's gone! Ratchet scowled.
~Flash Back~
Ratchet sighed looking at an injury on Bumblebee's tiny arm. He glanced at the sparkling, "Now how did this happen?" He asked. Bumblebee shrugged sheepishly with a click. Ratchet sighed once again and pinched the bridge of his nose plate. "Okay..." The CMO muttered and turned around to grab a few tools. "Okay Bumblebee I'll-" His tools clattered to the ground. "FRAG!" Ratchet swore, his helm snapping around as he scanned for a missing sparkling. If I can't find him Prowl will kill me! He hissed to himself and resumed his searching.
~Flash Back~
Ratchet finally came to the conclusion that Bumblebee wasn't in the room when he saw an unscrewed vent. "Slag it!" He threw his servos up in the air. "Slagging minibots! I don't even know where that vent leads!" The CMO glanced at the ventilation shaft and his eye ridges farrowed. "How the frag did he even reach that? It's out of my reach?" Ratchet groaned, Looks like I'm going hunting...
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Red Alert sat in his chair, optics scanning the monitors in front of him, showing the paranoid mech what was going on through out the Ark.
"Well Red. I'm going to fetch us some energon." His partner and best friend announced loudly. Causing Red Alert to wince at the sudden loud noise, his horns sparked for a nano-second then stopped.
"Yes, yes. That's wonderful." He grumbled, "Just try not to make too much noise would you."
"Sure thing Red!" Inferno quipped, loudly, and left, Red Alert growled,
"Take your time..." He muttered. With a groan, Red Alert turned back to his screens. Missing the tiny shape the flitted into his room silently. There was a sudden creek and Red Alert's helm snapped around, meeting glowing optics in the shadows. The paranoid security officer did the first thing that came to mind... He screamed.
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Ratchet sped down the halls of the Ark, searching for an sign of a tiny yellow sparkling.
"Ratchet? What are you doing?" The CMO jumped and looked over his shoulder. Ratchet swore silently to himself. It was Prowl. The SIC was watching him with questioning pale blue optics, his doorwings fluttering, and eye ridge raised. Ratchet bit his lip nervously,
"Well you see... Ican'tfindBumblebeeanywhere! Ilookedeverywhere,'tfindhim!" Prowl's doorwings shot into a perfect ''v'',
"You lost me at ''Well you see...'', other then that, I didn't understand any of that." Ratchet groaned,
"I can't find Bumblebee." He mutter. Prowl's doorwings flared,
"WHAT!" The datsun exclaimed, his light blue optics flashing with fear and anger. "What do you mean ''You can't find Bumblebee''!" Prowl's doorwings were twitching at an amazing rate, "He's bright yellow for Primus sake!" His yelling caught the attention of another Autobot, who poked his head outside the training room door,
"What's going on?" Bluestreak asked, his light blue optics wide and his doorwings fluttering nervously. Prowl glared at Ratchet and his doorwing flared again,
"Ratchet lost Bumblebee." He growled. Bluestreak's optics grew even wider,
"How do you lose a bright yellow sparkling?" The bubbly datsun exclaimed, his doorwings flaring.
"He climbed through a vent!" Ratchet raged, throwing his servos in the air, "How the frag he reached it is another question! It was out of my reach!" Bluestreak stepped out of the training room, slinging his sniper across his shoulder,
"Maybe it was instincts?" The young gunner offered, "He is one of the best espionage agents we've got. When we were younglings I could never find Bee. I later found out it was because we always used the vents to get around." Bluestreak chuckled, "Good times..." He looked over Ratchet's shoulder, causing the medic to turn around,
"Hey Ratch!" Inferno greeted, "What're yall doing out here?" Ratchet glanced at the datsun brothers behind him.
"Ratchet lost Bee!" Bluestreak chirped, bouncing up and down, his doorwings fluttering. Inferno's mouth formed a perfect ''o'' and he looked at Ratchet,
"How do you lose a bright yellow sparkling?" Ratchet grumbled something about deja-vu while Bluestreak cocked his helm to one side,
"That's what I said." Ratchet opened his mouth to say something when a scream echoed down the halls, catching the four Autobot's attention. Inferno's optics widened, he reconsigned that scream.
"Red!" He exclaimed and started running down the halls with Prowl, Ratchet and Bluestreak hot on his heels. The four Autobots came to a stop outside of Red Alert's monitor room and drew their guns. Once the door slide open the four Autobots stormed in, their blasters blazing and ready to shoot. But what awaited them caused all their jaws to drop. Red Alert was on the floor withering and... laughing? With a tiny sparkling Bumblebee tickling him while giggling madly. Prowl came forward and lifted the sparkling off the paranoid mech by the scruff bar while Inferno helped a wheezing Red Alert to his feet. Bumblebee looked up at Prowl with wide baby blue optics and adopted the ''deer-in-the-headlights'' look while hanging limply in his guardian's servo.
"Are you okay Red Alert?" Ratchet asked, moving over to the white and red mech who simply waved him off,
"I'm fine, fine." The the CMO didn't back away Red Alert sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "It didn't act up if that's what you're wondering. He just spooked me, that's all." When Inferno looked at him with worried optics Red Alert crossed his servos over his chassis, "He did that same thing when he was a youngling. So it's not as bad as other times..." The Security Officer shrugged, "Must be use to it." Prowl looked at the sparkling in his servo,
"Bumblebee, apologize to Red Alert." Prowl sighed. Bumblebee looked at his tiny feet, "Say your sorry."
"Sowry, Weda Wert" Bumblebee muttered. Earning surprised glances from the other, Bumblebee looked at Prowl, "Bubblebee swaid sowry. Pwol wet down?" Prowl looked at Ratchet, who motioned for the SIC to hand the sparkling over. The black and white datsun handed ''Bubblebee'' over to Ratchet, and said bot scanned the yellow sparkling a few times.
"So~?" Bluestreak asked, peeking over the CMO's shoulder, earning a growl from said bot. Bluestreak shrugged and moved away, "So~?"
"Seems like a bit of Bumblebee's memory chips repaired themselves." Ratchet stated, putting Bumblebee back on the floor. Prowl looked at him,
"Which parts?"
"His vocabulary. At the moment it's at the level of a young youngling, not fully repaired, but enough to speak." Ratchet looked at the sparkling who was chatting (or at least trying) with Bluestreak, who was teaching him words. "Or at least, almost." This earned a smile from Prowl, the two mechs looked at the sparkling whom had just slapped Bluestreak in the face, causing Prowl to tell him to apologize to the younger datsun. Bumblebee grinned sheepishly and said;
"Sowry Bwues-stwek" Earning a laugh from ''Bwuestwek'',
"Just call me Blue, Bee." Bumblebee cocked his helm to one side and looked at the gunner,
"Bwue Bee?"
"No, just Blue."
"Just Bwue?" The sparkling smirked evilly when Bluestreak face palmed,
"Smartaft little sparkling aren't you?"
"Yup." Bluestreak face palmed comically, earning a fit of giggles from Bumblebee. Ratchet smacked the back of the youngest datsun's helm.
"What?" Bluestreak demanded, holding the back of his helm as if in pain.
"Watch your language. We don't want Bumblebee picking it up." Ratchet grumbled. Bluestreak scowled and Bumblebee watched the exchange with mild interest. Red Alert sat in his chair, watching the screens in front of him while Inferno leaned against the wall, watching his comrades with a lazy smirk on his faceplate. Prowl just stood watching his charge.
"Well then, make sure Jazz, 'Hide, Sunny or Sides don't watch him." The blue-ish-grey and black sniper mumbled and Ratchet relayed the message to Prowl. Bumblebee yawned and his optics flickered tiredly, his helm dropping. Prowl noticed this and picked the sparkling up and cradled him,
"Looks like someone's tired." The SIC muttered , Bumblebee nodded and snuggled closer to Prowl, too tired to object. Bluestreak and Ratchet stopped squabbling and looked at the yellow sparkling with soft smiles. Prowl looked at the others in the room, "I'm going to go put him to bed." He stated and left the room, leaving four silent Autobots behind in Red Alert's monitor room. Red Alert spun around in his chair and looked at Bluestreak and Ratchet with a frown,
"Now, if you two don't have something important to do in here. I'd like you to leave." Ratchet and Bluestreak looked at each other and followed their commanding officer out of the room. Red Alert slumped in his chair with a sigh, "I thought they'd never leave!" Inferno chuckled and Red Alert turned back to the screens.
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Prowl had just laid down on his berth, finally having put Bumblebee in the crib that Grapple had built for the sparkling when a high pitched wail jerked him out of his berth, causing the SIC to crash to the floor. Prowl grumbled and made his way over to the crib and lifted Bumblebee out and the sparkling calmed down instantly. A hunch made Prowl place Bumblebee back into the crib and when he turned to leave, the wailing started again. With a sigh, Prowl removed the tiny yellow sparkling from the crib and looked at him, "You're going to keep doing that aren't you?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, earning a smug nod from Bumblebee. Prowl said yet again. "Fine!" He grumbled and took the sparkling back to his berth and lay down. Bumblebee purred happily and curled up on his guardian's chassis and fell asleep almost instantly. Prowl smiled and rubbed circles across his charge's back until, he too, fell into recharge.