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*sigh* I'm such a lazy indecisive aft. I had a ton of chapters done, but hated how they turned out. So I rewrote a ton and changed a lot. Gah! So excuse misspellings and all. Sorry for no updates I have more coming. Hope I portayed characters so far well enough. Tips would be helpful. Thanks for reading!
TimeHop is my character so GRRRR. I bite. Copyright.
Saddly i dont own transformers...*tear, sniffle. If I did we'd all be rolling around in bubble wrap and eatinbg muffins. (Dibs on the banana nut and Zucchini Muffins!)
Ch.5
Log #2
Date Still Unknown
First day and I still don't know where in the heck I am. I just have a HUGE urge to shoot something. Which I really wish I could have done to Ironhide, but unfortunately for me and luckily for him, I found out how to use my guns later on. I kind of want to cry that I don't have cannons. I wish I could have them to back up my teenager like tantrum I had. *sigh* then I wouldn't have stupid males/mechs laughing at me, behind my back. No. They'd instantly shut the heck up.
…Stupid boys… I'll stick to Rachets Medbay.
~TimeHop
After sitting down for five minutes or more, I started to calm. My anger disintegrating, as I looked at the destroyed office, a feeling of guilt gripped my stomach. Quickly I started to salvage and throw away what I could. My guilt seemed to deepen when I heard rachets voice echoing in the hangar outside, as he yelled at Ironhide for ruining his office and obtaining more injuries. Leaving more work for him to do. The only thing interrupting rachet was optimus giving calm orders and struggling to keep the yellow mech calm.
A crunch of rubble reached my audio receptors, pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked up to find the young mech with the bumblebee themed paint stepping tentatively into the home made doorway.
"Need help?" the yellow mech asked, leaning down to pick up scrap.
I shrugged in response, continuing on my own way, as he gently laid things into neat piles.
"Your names timely?" He asked. I looked up to see a pairs of electric blue optics looking at me questioningly. I nodded an affirmative, still caught up in my work. "I'm bumblebee." He offered then quickly stuttered when I looked at him awkwardly. "o-or Bee…whichever is fine." His voice was young and cute. That much I could admit, as he gave off a few embarrassed clicks and whirrs at my staring.
The room went silent for only a few minutes, until for the umpteenth time that day, another crash could be heard. "Rachet" we said in unison. That had both of us looking at each other in surprise. A smile lit on our faces. My soft smile soon disappeared, a thought dawning on me.
"You were probably sent to keep an eye one me." My voice flat with distrust, as I voiced my thought.
Bumblebee slightly panicked with a series of clicks and wirs, trying to convince me otherwise. Using that language I didn't understand, but recognized from earlier. Forgetting my distrust for only a second I asked what those noises he was making were. In response he seemed genuinely confused at my question. Leaving both of us silent for another minute or two.
Everything was nearly cleaned up to an agreeable amount, when I sighed inwardly, annoyed at how lights and different command kept appearing in my vision. Looking about one more time I saw that most of the damage was cleaned up, minus the crumbled wall and floor. Bumblebee leaned against a wall, while I shuffled tiredly to my disfigured berth and put it back in place in its original spot. Biting down on a moan, limbs screaming, I sat down in a not so lightly manner, fatigue hitting me. I could feel my optics dimming lazily, shifting into a more agreeable position that had me moaning, as I felt the dents littering my form.
. Digits hesitantly rested on my shoulder, pulling me out of my daze. Bee was standing over me concern in his voice. "I commed rachet, he'll be here in a nano second." He pulled his digits away ever so slightly. Why's he getting rachet?
"Don't bother; he has had enough trouble on his hands already."
"You're uh, b-bleeding energon everywhere and it looks unhealthy." He mumbled
I looked down to find a dark warm liquid, flowing in small rivers down my chest plates. Draining my energy, in response I shrugged and looked away, leaning back to settle into the berth.
"you need energon" Bee stated, walking off with purpose in his stride to end up digging through Rachets cabinets and shelves, just as said bot stomped into the room, a scowl on his faceplates. He turned to see bee digging innocently through his things. "What are you doing?" Rachets voice was lethal. "Rummaging through my things?" Bee jumped with surprise, stuttering. "W-where do you keep your um, uh energon?"
Rachet growled. In response Bumblebee seemed to shrink in on himself. "Im not going to have a bunch of slagging mechs getting overcharged on high grade, I thought better of you Bumblebee."
With a few nervous clicks and whirs Bumblebee pointed in my direction. Not seeming to be able to reply to the already upset Rachet. With that Rachet calmed,
"Left shelf, in front desk."
I felt Rachets digits gliding over my chest , poking and prodding with a hidden gentleness of someone that truly cared about his patients. A cube of dark liquid was laid against my lips. I looked at it confused, till Rachet sternly ordered for me to drink it. Slowly sipping the liquid known as energon, at the last sip I slowly drifted into an exhausted recharge.