Bumblebee couldn't help but feel that the base was eerily…. Quiet. And that was something that he did not like. He again woke up by himself, but of course, he was getting extra sleep, as Ratchet had said that he would before they neared the third term. Now, well, being in the middle of it didn't help much. Although Transformers didn't get a big stomach like female humans usually did when they neared the end of their pregnancy; however, Bumblebee did show a little, if not much, and didn't lean over backwards a bit like he had seen most female humans do during their pregnancy. Ratchet had said that the spark should have joined it's protoform by now, and were keeping a close optic on it just in case the spark rejected it and them miscarried; meaning a check up nearly every orn. Then again, this was one of the first sparklings that Ratchet ever got to see grow inside it's carrier since he - or anyone else, for the matter - could remember, and didn't want to run the risks of loosing it.

When Bumblebee reached the med bay, he comm'ed in like he always did, however strangely didn't get a response form Ratchet. He tried again, and again their came no answer. Instantly he went to try FirstAid, just incase something was wrong, but a shout from inside the med bay cut him off. The door slid open suddenly, making him jump form the surprise. It was FirstAid no less, an arm against the frame of the door as he leaned forward a bit, panting as if he were just running a marathon. Seeing as how he was slightly out of breath, the red and white medic in training wavered the yellow bot into the med bay, Bumblebee happily doing so as FirstAid made sure that the door closed behind them. Bumblebee sat down at his usual berth - sadly, he had a usual one now, one thing that on one was hoping for - swinging his legs over the berth as FirstAid caught up to him.

"Sorry for the wait," he said, finally ending the tired panting. "I was way in back organizing when I thought I heard someone there. Sorry if I made you wait." Bumblebee smiled inwardly at the medic in training; he was kind of cute when he was flustered, and, as far as he could remember, easily upset or could worry about something a little too much. It was a wonder why Mirage really liked the mech, really, but he was still kind of cute.

"No problem," replied Bumblebee through his slightly hoarse voice comparators as he looked around the med bay curiously; he hadn't been using them a lot, however Ratchet straight out refused to work on them at least until after the sparkling was born. Which he could see why. "No offense or anything," stated Bumblebee as he looked back to a seemingly happy FirstAid, "but, uh, where's Ratchet? He's the one who usually does the scans and all, right?" FirstAid gave the bot sitting before him, a servo instantly shooting behind his helm.

"Well, ya see," he started, "most of the bot's kind of got called out because the Decepticons were wrecking an oil refinery a ways away from the city and all, and Ratchet was one of the mechs sent out to help. So, you know, he kinda left me in charge. But it's okay! He told me what I had to use to scan you and the sparkling and all, and I'm sure I could manage."

With that, FirstAid was off; grabbing the necessary - and sometimes unnecessary - things Ratchet had told him that he needed for the scan and set them on a nearby table. Here and there Bumblebee would tell him what he was missing - it seemed that he was too used to being in here by now - and the medic in training would be quick as lighting to go and fetch it. Bumblebee had to admit that he was quite impressed; although Aid was older than he was, he could often be a clutz and forget things, but he seemed to be doing great on his own now. Which only seemed to make Bumblebee wonder….

"Alright, um, can I maybe get you to lay down, please?" asked FirstAid as he strutted up with the few of last items, setting them nearby.

That was another good thing about FirstAid, it seemed; at least he knew how to say please, unlike a certain resident medic. But he knew Ratchet knew what was best for them all, he could only guess. 'Bee simply nodded and scooted back, wrinkling up the sheets as he managed to lay down and rest his helm on the pillow, his arms relaxing at his sides. FirstAid smiled but said nothing more; merely going to work as he most likely had been instructed. Another good thing about FirstAid, at least; he often let the patients that he was allowed to examine relax if they were allowed to lay back on the berth, as if telling that they needed the rest in the first place. He must have been a psychic or something, all sarcasm aside. Well, at least somewhat. Hopefully.

"Wow, it's actually growing quite well!" exclaimed FirstAid excitedly, snapping Bumblebee out of his near sleep as he looked at the scanner in his servos with a sort of childish aw. "I haven't ever seen a sparkling like this before, you know. The last sparkling that'd I've seen was you, and you were already born and all when you came to us."

FirstAid looked like a child seeing a new toy for the first time or some sort of candy and tasting it for the first time, obviously delighted and quite appalled that there was a little sparkling growing inside of the mech before him. Bumblebee couldn't help but smile finally as he carefully sat up, FirstAid instantly reaching out a servo to help him.

"Thanks for everything, FirstAid," grunted Bumblebee as he slid himself off of the berth, the noise of his peds hitting the floor resonating throughout the empty med bay, "but I think that I'd like to go lay down for a little bit, if you don't mind."

"Oh, okay," replied FirstAid, sounding sort of disappointed. When Bumblebee looked at him and gave a curious click, FirstAid stated, "Well it was just that I could tell you the gender of the sparkling if you want me to. Ratchet said we might be able to this time since it's growing so well and all, and even told be how to before his left." Bumblebee thought for a moment; he had wanted Optimus to be there before he found out and all, but giving Optimus a surprise when he got back sounded even better than that at the moment.

"Sure," Bumblebee said with a shrug, smiling widely. It seemed that FirstAid was unable to hold back a smile of his own at the news.

"Well," the medic in training started, letting the scanner relax in his grip, "I was really hoping for the other gender, honestly, but at least I'm proud to say that -"

BOOOOMMM!


I really hate me cliffhangers, don't you? What will happen next? You'll have to wait and see. Honestly, I'm proud of myself for being able to update it so fast. What it is, every day except for Saturday, Sunday, and Monday? Saturday I'm not usually able to make it to the library, and it's closed on sundays and mondays, and we don't have internet at home. I do do more chapters during that time though. At least enough to make up for it, right? Anyway, read the next chapter to find out what happens!