hey! so here's chapter four... i hope you like it!

thoughts

"cellphone"

autobot comm line

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"The coolant line runs through here, but you see this, its hitting that, it shouldn't be doing that."

Mikaela looked at the recharging Bumblebee's leg. We'd been stuck up in this warehouse for the pasta week and a half. One of Bumblebee's legs was already welded on, and nanites were working to conceal evidence of the welding, and we were working on the other one.

"So, that panel is crooked?"

I was mildly impressed. She picked up on this very fast. "Yeah, actually. Now, can you tell me how we're going to right it?"

"Can it not just be twisted slightly?"

"Correct."

"Okay, then."

Ratchet appeared behind us. "Switch. Jazz is being a pain in the aft."

And so it went. I was teaching Mikaela about Cybertronian anatomy as best I could, thinking back to when Ratchet was teaching me. Of course, my first function was warrior, medic was my secondary, but I could still teach her. Ratchet would probably be better, but he's in one of his legendary post-battle moods, thanks to Jazz.

Speaking of Jazz, I knelt down next to the short mech. Well, I'm one to talk, because he's five feet taller than my own 8 feet. But compared to Ratchets 24 and a half, or more so, Optimus's 35, he is short. Even to Bumblebee's 17 and a half. But, he is Special Ops.

As I began to mess with some of the wiring on his inner panels, and Mikaela began to do the same on the opposite side of the chassis, I muttered to him,"Ratchet says you were being a pain in the aft. You know how he gets."

Jazz rolled his optics. "Is that why he sent you in? He probably knew I wouldn't make a point of annoying you."

I shook my helm. "Well, you can trust that I'll make a point of annoying you."

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't annoy me."

"That's what Sparklings do best. Although, as I've pointed out on many occasions, I'm not a Sparkling anymore."

"You'll always be one to me."

"Alright, then, old-timer. Turn over."

It went on like that, swapping places, allotting time for sleeping/recharging. Mikaela left for about fifteen minutes every day to grab food from an area a little ways away that was in good enough...condition for a few stores to be open to get food. Ironhide and Optimus showed up at one point, and both were given an energon shot, a few minor treatments and a sentence to a twelve hour recharge.

Sam was, apparently, still off in the main battlefield with Optimus, Ironhide, and the army-types. Mikaela seemed to miss him somewhat. She'd taken to listening to her iPod, which turned out to be a portable music playing device, while working, unless she was being spoken to. Bumblebee was soon completely repaired, and Jazz was about half-way there, no pun intended.

And that's how we got here.

I'm sitting on a barrel, Bee having pulled one up next to me. Mikaela's sitting on the floor. Bee and I were both listening to her iPod. She was using headphones, but, Primus, the human sense of hearing is so weak, we can hear it clearly.

'It liter'ly feels like a life-time ago,

But I still remember this shit like it was just yesterday, though...'

The humans had very strange music.

'But where the fuck are they now?

I don't need none of 'em no more,

All I see is Slim.

Fuck all you backstabbers,

All I need is him!'

Bee and I exchange a confused look. Very strange music...

A new song starts, this time with a female singer, but I'm no longer paying much attention.

"About slagging time!" Ratchet suddenly bursts out.

"What?", I ask.

"I can finally start welding.", he replies, activating a blow-torch.

"It's about slagging time!"

"Exactly."

As Ratchet set about his task, I send Mikaela to go recharge, okay, sleep, whatever. She had not done so in about fifteen hours, which is abnormal by human standards.

As Mikaela grudgingly settles down on the mattress on the floor in one of the darker corners of the room (I noticed she fell asleep almost immediately), I cycle air through my vents, feeling slightly nostalgic all of a sudden. Huh. That's weird.

Bee nudges me. "Something on your processors?"

I shrug. "Not really. I just got this weird feeling all of a sudden."

Bee raises his eye ridges. "That's strange."

I nod. "It is."

He glances around, searching for a new topic. In the end, he just shrugs and didn't speak at all. I suppress a smirk, pulling another barrel up behind me so that I could lay back, leaning on the joint.

Ratchet cycles air through his vents. "Done. Now, it's up to him." He stands, turning towards us. He does a brief scan on the both of us, and then orders,"Recharge, both you of."

Neither of us move.

"Go, you're both running on twenty-five hours."

Bee and I meet optics for a moment. I roll mine. He suppresses a laugh.

I chuckle slightly, and follow him over towards the corner Mikaela is passed out in. I sit in the most comfortable position possible, leaning against the wall. Bee sits next to me. I initiate a system shut down, as Bee does the same.

My senses slowly dim into non-existence, and my consciousness steadily fades.

I slowly pull out of recharge about seven hours later. My optics come to half, then full power as my systems began to double-check the automatic reboot.

I notice a light weight on the top of my helm, and wonder briefly what my helm was resting on. I gradually pull away from whatever it was, and turn back to look at it.

I slap a hand over my lip components to strangle a LOUD gasp. Oh, Primus, Ratchet is probably laughing his aft off 'cause of that, and I'd bet that he'd of called Ironhide to look at it... I also wouldn't put it past him to send a picture to Arcee...

For the past seven hours, I had been in deep recharge with my helm on Bumblebee's shoulder plating, and his helm on top of mine. I buried my helm in my hands. Primus, I'll never live it down.

I glance at Bee. He's still in recharge, head now tilting downward, his chin touching his chassis. His optics are offline and the shutters are half-down.

I smile slightly. He can kick serious ass, but he's also absolutely adorable.

I stand up. Mikaela stirs slightly. I walk as quietly as possible around the stacked crates in the middle of the warehouse, towards the front. Jazz is sitting up, and Ratchet is leaning against the wall. They're talking softly. Jazz's welding looks noticeably better.

Both mechs turned as I walk in. Jazz chuckles slightly, putting his visor down in an attempt to hide it. Ratchet raised a ridge.

"Have a nice recharge?", he asks, a little too innocently.

I roll my optics. "Shut up, I wasn't online."

Ratchet grinned. "I don't know why your so defensive! There's nothing to be ashamed of, he's not too much older than you..."

I give him a look. "It's not like that."

Jazz comes out with the robotic equivalent of a snort. "But you want it to be."

"This is pointless.", I mutter, jumping up to sit on a crate.

"Oh, come on, even I'll admit he's a good-looking mech, and I wouldn't even go for him!"

I laugh. "Nice, Jazz."

There's a soft cough, and Mikaela slightly awkwardly comes in, looking as if she feels supremely out of place. After a moment, however, I realized that she looked awkward because Bumblebee is right behind her.

Holy. Slag.

I release a high-pitched squeak, dropping my helm to my hands. "No, no, no..."

Jazz and Ratchet burst into laughter, a loud clang telling me that Ratchet fell over.

I stand abruptly. "I'm going on a walk. Anyone wanna come?" I glance around. Mikaela steps forward.

"I'll go."

I nod. "Alright. Be back in a lil bit."

i know this is a weird ending, and it's hella short, so sorry about that, but I'm waiting for something to arrive, and i kind of need it to be able to write the next chapters, it will be here soon, so it won't be too long of a wait...

please review, etc... thanx for reading!