Author's Note: I would have posted this as a sub-chapter, but had been giving me trouble with logging in (Something about 'invalid image verification' -rolls eyes-) it's been very irritating ¬.¬. Anyway, this chapter is also nom-Blitzwing centered, and is once again about the Autobots as they try to figure out how they can return Blitzwing to normal and why they should.
Warning: Wait, stop. Rewind! When did I start giving this fic an actually plot?
Disclaimer: I own neither TFA nor any Transformers continuities, I make people laugh, and that's about it. Sorry Ya'll.
Down by the Bay
Plans and Paintings
"So we've just about figured that if Bumblebee and I use our electro Magnetic pulse, that mayhap fix him. Is that what you're saying?" The medic grumbled as he welded Bulk-Head's arm back on after it had been amputated because of damage it had taken when a building they had been trying to protect collapsed on top of him, thankfully his large mass and Sari's key had spared him greater damage before Ratchet had gotten hold of him.
Optimus nodded, "I think so," he said, "if it doesn't work right away we can boost your power with the key, and maybe that'll fix him."
"Got it. Answer me this then." Ratchet requested with a slight growl, making repairs to his large patient's inner wiring now.
"What?" His young leader asked.
"Why the slag are we gonna try to help him in the first place!?" The medic roared as he slammed shut Bulk-Head's inner compartment.
"Hmmnnmuhh?" Bulk-Head muttered coming on-line again.
"Hey!" Ratchet said, noticing that his friend had awoken before his repairs were finished, "No one said you could come back yet!" He reached for his EMP generator, but found in had been knocked to the floor, and not wanting to waste time bending over to pick it up, simply hit Bulk-head in the head with wrench, Optimus gave him a funny look once Bulk-Head was out. "What? He won't feel even that when I'm done."
Optimus opened his mouth as if to say something, but the syringe in the medic's hand made him think better of it and instead thought to answer Ratchet about the question concerning Blitzwing. "We aren't doing this to help Blitzwing…" He said and paused to figure out what he needed to say to make his meaning clear, "That crazy personality of his, is possibly the most dangerous of the three of them, since he can use both of his other personalities powers and both their alt-modes, if he stays 'stuck' as he claims to be, he could become a real threat, I mean he was only captive of the Elite Guard for a few days, and look what he did to them."
"If you ask me, Sentinel Prime has been holding in a whole lot of exasperation, and stress was bound to make him crack sooner or later, Blitzwing did him a favor by making him not be the only crazy one." The Medic replied.
"True, but what remember Bumblebee? He drives us nuts, and Blitzwing managed to get on his circuits." Prowl cut in as he walked over, "Besides, he must be giving the Decepticons a new meaning of 'hell' over there, perhaps if we can help they'll consider it a favor." It was a stab at a joke, but no one smiled.
"Okay, so we think we can help and we have motive to help." Ratchet mused, "But there's one more problem."
"And that's?" The young Prime inquired.
"Where the slag is their base!?" Ratchet cried angrily.
"I believe I can help you with that." A familiar voice suddenly called making them turn around with surprise.
"Professor Sumdac!" Prowl cried, "Where have you been? What happened?"
"And how'd you know where our base is?" Ratchet growled, after being forced to knock Bulk-Head out with a wrench again.
As an answer to Ratchet's question, Sari popped up at her father's side and held his arm, happy to know things were steadily going back to normal. The Professor quickly explained his capture and his role in what the Decepticons had been planning and his rescue after being left on a rock by the Decepticons when they'd gone after Blitzwing.
"I don't know exactly where the base was planned to be built." He told them, "But I can tell you that it's somewhere close to Lake Eerie."
"Well that narrows down the location to-" Ratchet was going to make a snappy perhaps rude comment when a noise, almost like a shriek, from Bumblebee's room mad the three conscious robots turn to each other. Ratchet nodded to Bulk-Head, he was busy so that left either Optimus or Prowl to go see what was wrong.
With a sigh the two bots each lifted a hand and pounded them lightly in the air three times before putting them forward in a new shape. Optimus put forth paper, and Prowl scissors. The young Prime snapped his finger disappointedly, and sulked lightly as he headed towards the room of their youngest robot while everyone else continued to plan their move.
Meanwhile, it was the arrival of Wasp that had caused Bumblebee to shout. As the yellow bot squirmed and struggled beneath him, his green counterpart held him pinned tight and was trying to glue a number of strange objects to Bumblebee's face. Since Bumblebee had apologized to Wasp, it had become clear that the green former Autobot was now just pranking him for fun, but there was only so much Bumblebee could take just letting him do it, this time he didn't want to be the victim, so he struggled to get away. But to an oblivious onlooker it looked like something a little more NC-17 rated, which unfortunately was what Optimus thought was happening when he opened the door.
The two matching robots stared at Optimus in surprise, and the Prime equally stunned. "Boss-bot, this isn't what it looks like!" Bumblebee protested to the look his leader was giving him.
"Bumblebee what are you…" Optimus started, he paused and shook his head, then waved his hands in a manner of not caring, "…Never mind. After seeing Bulk-Head's latest 'masterpiece' I'm just not going to ask." He turned around and left without another word.
The two bots looked at each other, confused by what the Prime meant, a realization dawned on them and the same thought echoed in their minds. "Wasp doesn't want to…" The green one said shaking his head and standing up.
The yellow one followed and held his arm, "But we're going to." He answered heading towards Bulk-Head's studio and the mysterious taboo painting.
Optimus walked back into the main computer room in time to catch Prowl's plan. Obviously the Decepticons wouldn't be taking any chances this time, so they'd have a better security plan. When they reached a place close enough to the base to be noticed, the Decepticons would arrive to defend their base, and since the Autobots would only be there to see if they could fix Blitzwing they could do so and retreat before the battle became to drastic.
"So all we need now is to decide when we should go." Optimus thought aloud.
"Go where?" a groggy Bulk-Head asked. Ratchet raised his wrench again as if to knock him out again, but the repairs were done so Optimus lifted a hand to tell him no. Bulk-Head was briefed on the plan.
"So now we're trying to-" Ratchet started.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The screams had come from Bulk-Head's art studio, where a certain painting left anyone who gazed upon it scarred for life. When the screeches subsided Bulk-Head looked up shyly.
"I'm starting to think I should just cover that painting up…" he muttered.
"Cover it up!?!" Ratchet protested, as all the other robots started to shudder as the painting's imaged burned under their optic lenses, Ratchet pointed a finger at the large green bot "Bulk-Head, burning it is what you should do!" He barked.
Bumblebee and Wasp entered the room; matching looks of horror donned their faces, Bumblebee gave Bulk-Head the strangest look imaginable and followed Wasp out of the base. While Bumblebee would come back after a few days, Wasp planned on never setting foot in the Autobot base ever again.
Bulk-Head looked at his fellow Autobots and their disapproving gazes. He thought about the suggestion of burning it Ratchet had made. "But it's my best painting yet…"
The remaining Autobots threw their hands in the air and left the base as well, each shivering at the thought of what Bulk-Head may have had to do to make his painting so realistic.
Suddenly from their main computer came the sound of children shouting. "Hurry he's gaining!" A burgundy haired girl of about eleven cried as she crossed the screen with a blonde spiky haired by and a Mexican boy in tow as they rode passed on a scooter, a bike, and a skateboard.
Close behind them a purple motorcycle with a mysterious silver rider, passed by, giving them a slight salute as he did, "Don't mind us." He said, "Just passing through."
Just as quickly as they had appeared they vanished away again, Bulk-Head turned to Sari, "Wasn't that Arcee's friend?" He asked raising an optic ridge.
"Sounded like it." She answered, "But I never got a good look at him."
Much later, when the Autobots were finally all together again, they stood outside of their base, ready to make their next move.
Author's End note: I do actually have something that the painting is of, and no I'm not going to tell you, because its funnier if you don't know what it is^^. No really, even I'm horrified by it, if you feel brave you can go ahead and guess, I tell you if you're in the right ballpark or not, but unless I think you can handle the truth I'm going to keep that information secret. And that last scene is based off an episode of Armada called "Chase", a lot about Sideways is revealed in that episode so if you don't know who I'm talking about, Youtube that episode.
Editor's Note: Okay, it's getting close to the end of May, so that means Zaerith and I have less than a month of school left, so, starting with this chapter, things are finally going to start wrapping up for the finale. We're all sorry to see this end, but all good things come to an end eventually, so enjoy this while you can.