Updated - 31~08~2020

Alright! We're almost done!

I can definitely, and for certain, say this fic will have 8 chapters. And I have almost finished the last one. If everything goes well, today I'm posting the final part. I'm excited!

This part was supposed to go within part 6, but at the end I cut it separated so that the chapter number suited well.

Now as I promised, the 'famous' reason why. The reason why this one shot fic turned out into a long shot was because of the chapter titles. At the beginning I just intended to make a word game with the main tittle of the story. But then, my mind started playing with other Team Prime members, coming up with funny ideas, and I could not avoid including them too. So as in the fic had almost appeared all the members, I wanted to somehow reflex that, having each character a chapter with their names. Of course, there's one exception still on hold, which will be seen in part 8.

Enjoy!

That's-et!

Part 7

"And that's it? Sorry, won't happen again!?" Ratchet growled. The kids just backed away at the reaction of the cybertronian, observing the scene from the catwalk. "I was buried under all the energon cubes from the storage, and you just say sorry!?"

"Hey, Ratchet, I think you should just vent and let it go..." The green wrecker tried to put their medic at ease, resting a servo on his shoulder guard. "Smokey apologised. I think this time he got it right and..."

"No, Bulkhead." The second in command replied this time. "Ratchet is in his right to complain about the situation. In fact, I'm in the right too, and I ain't remaining silent this time. He erased my effort of two Earth years. Fortunately, it was just a training score, which could have easily been really relevant information. Besides, 'Bee fell, and you, Bulk, hit yourself pretty hard because of him. You were both lucky, but who knows, maybe you could have ended in Med Bay."

"Which I fondly remember it was unusable due to someone's sparklish behaviour." The younger medic came back hard. "We were fortunate to recover almost all the medical supplies. You would do well to know some of them are scarce and really hard to get, and unfortunately we still need them. So, unless you've an emergency, you should better stay away from Med Bay." Knockout hissed, as his expression couldn't go darker.

"Did you even know any of this, Optimus?" Arcee inquired directly to the Prime, who had been carefully listening.

"No, I had no idea." The leader adopted a more serious expression. "Is that true?"

"Each and every word." Arcee confirmed.

"Understood." Optimus nodded thoughtfully, now aware of the situation. The leader turned to their youngest member, and talked firmly. "Smokescreen, this kind of behaviour won't be tolerated in this base. As I don't see any other way for you to learn, you leave me no choice but to restrict your access into chambers other than your own quarters, till new order."

Smokescreen opened his optics somehow surprised and albeit hurt. He then lowered his helm and doorwings, and nodded, looking at the ground. "Yes, Optimus. I won't fail you again." The rookie started to walk away when a comment made him stop on his tracks.

*I think that's a little to much for him.* Bumblebee spoke. *I'm have no doubt of your decision Optimus, but isolating him may not be the solution. Maybe there's something... More appropriate for him, instead.*

"I agree with Bumblebee." Knockout made his opinion, while Smokey's optic lit up in expectation. "That's not the best reprimand for him."

"What!?" Ratchet exclaimed, while fulminated him with his gaze. "I cannot believe it..." The old doctor rumbled.

"I'm getting lost." The green wrecker rubbed his helm in confusion.

"What's that about?" The azure femme retorted bitterly. "If I don't recall it wrong, Knockout, you were so ready to teach him a lesson and now you're just going the other way round?" Arcee faced the former 'Con, angry. "Now you gonna tell me we should pat him on the back and congratulate him for his doings?"

"Ah, but you misunderstand me, my dear commander." He chuckled, evil smirk on face. "On the contrary of what you think, I'm still willing to teach him a pair of things. What I meant to say was that, I don't think it's enough for Smokescreen."

"And what do you suggest then?" The blue warrior inquired, rising an opticridge.

She didn't obtain an immediate response. Instead, the red mech snickered, with his denta on sight, slowly turning to lock optics with the novice while massaged his claws. "Well, I think is time to get a little... Creative."