A story not often told

Chapter 10: An unknown start

Perceptor ran as fast as he could. He was late again. He found these meetings of therapy meaningless and irrelevant. He didn't understand. He'd been going to this as long as he remembered which was his whole memory. He had no memory of his childhood or anything leading to this instance. He wasn't sure how it all led to be but he knew where he was now.

"You're late again, Ceptor!" a familiar voice nodded.

"I'm sorry. Attempting to get my degree is harder than you discern," groaned Perceptor.

"Remember me yet?" the bot asked.

"Nope…not past the original occasion I met you after waking up," shrugged Perceptor.

"Right. Now, what's my name?" asked the bot.

"Um…Ratchet, right?" mumbled Perceptor.

"Right. You ready for the test yet?" Ratchet questioned.

"What test?" Perceptor hummed, sitting in the chair beside Ratchet's.

"The academy test! Don't you remember…there's a war going on Perceptor!" gasped Ratchet.

"He doesn't remember that. I don't," chuckled Wheeljack, entering and standing behind Perceptor.

"Greetings, Wheeljack," nodded Perceptor.

"I hear this Optimus Prime bot is giving away position in his army. They're known as the Autobots," Wheeljack explained.

"You've been chatting with folks you shouldn't," hissed Ratchet.

"Party pooper," huffed Wheeljack.

"I consider it'd be cool to join," Perceptor whispered.

"Really?" gasped Wheeljack and Ratchet.

"We have nothing better to do, guys. You two have your degrees. After I get mine, what do we have left here?" inquired Perceptor.

"He has a point," nodded Wheeljack.

"I know that. We should sign up," Ratchet sighed.

"After Ceptor here gets his degree," added Wheeljack, shaking Perceptor's side.

"Right, but you two sign up anyway. You two need something better to do than looking after me," smiled Perceptor.

"But…" Wheeljack gaped.

"We're all like brothers," continued Ratchet.

"We wouldn't leave one behind," finished Wheeljack.

"You two need an existence beyond me! I won't let you waste your life here on me!" shouted Perceptor.

"Ceptor?" Ratchet whispered.

"I don't remember how we came to be friends like this but…" whimpered Perceptor.

"Don't worry, Perceptor. We'll sign up but we will decline if we're supposed to leave before you have your degree…" answered Ratchet.

"Right," agreed Wheeljack.

"Let it be," Perceptor whispered.

"Perceptor, don't worry about us. Our job is to worry about you," huffed Wheeljack with a quiet chuckle.

"That's what I'm afraid of," sighed Perceptor.