Author's Note: Just posting this here so everyone knows this one has been revised.
Chapter 2
Ratchet entered the Med Bay the next morning rather frustrated because he had caught footage of Bumblebee sneaking in last night. He had specifically said no visitors until they were cleared by him. He had not stopped him, though. He understood that the other needed reassurance that Sam was alright, and he had not stopped him the other times, either. But, that did not mean that Ratchet was going to allow 'Bee to see Sam today anyway.
"Hey, Ratchet!" Sam greeted, his voice rather chipper. "Did you have a restful recharge? I sure did!"
"Samuel, do not try and hide the fact that 'Bee snuck in last night behind one of your lies. You're terrible at it. Your spark rate always spikes." Ratchet reprimanded, running a quick scan of the techno-organic.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Ratchet," Sam lied, as smoothly as he could. Sadly, it was not smooth enough. And he knew it. He tried, though. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to look as innocent as possible while watching the medic.
"Sure you don't," Ratchet grumbled, looking over the scan results. He was obviously not in the mood this morning for joking around, so Sam decided against pushing the matter. There was no point in trying to fool him when he knew Ratchet likely had centuries of practice telling when a patient was lying.
"Anything new?" Sam asked worriedly, knowing that it was a possibility. "Anything old?"
"Just not used to these scans, is all," Ratchet stated simply as he picked up a nearby fuel capacitor he had been working on outfitting to try and produce a proper food source for Sam, something that would give him all the nutrients he needed for both his human and Cybertronian anatomy. "It's like the perfect combination of Cybertronian body structure and human body structure. It's rather beautiful."
"If you say so, Ratchet."
Ratchet snorted, "Boy, even you would believe it is beautiful. Seeing as they are your insides, you should anyway." He went to the cabinet and pulled out a series of small energon cubes before turning to the techno-organic. "You should probably start consuming more energon to keep your inner-workings at peace." He set a few down on the berth next to Sam. "You can go ahead and consume one now, and save the rest for your lunch and dinner."
Sam nodded, gingerly picking up one of the pinkish cubes. He stared at it for a moment before asking Ratchet a question, interrupting his double-checking of his scans. "How do I eat it? The other bit you gave me were more like sticks. This… I can't just eat the cube, can I?"
"No, these are not like those energon goodies I gave you." He stated, picking one up and just barely squeezing it. "Just squeeze it. It will come out. You can drink it like water."
Sam nodded and did just that before Bumblebee burst into the med bay, stretching his arms back behind his helm. He caught sight of the yellow mech and rolled his newly blue eyes- optics,humans had eyes, he had optics- at his antics. "'Bee, he knows you snuck in last night. Not much point in acting like you slept much last night." Sam chuckled as his guardian's doorwings drooped down.
"Bumblebee, I would appreciate it if you would not get my patient too worked up. Thank you." Ratchet grumbled, not even letting his attention leave the peculiar scans. There was no longer any of his old human systems, except for his teeth, tongue, skin, and some of his musculatory and bone structure. The rest was Cybertronian. Ratchet had several worries, the main being that Sam's new inner Cybertronian workings did not have the capability to keep his organic components operating for very long. But, they had thus far, so it was odd how none of these parts had started decaying. How was this working? "Bumblebee, you keep an eye on Sam while I go check a few things." And, with that, Ratchet left the two alone in the med bay.
And just as suddenly, Sam was sitting next to the blond holo-form of his guardian. Their blue eyes met and he rolled his own as his guardian put an arm around his shoulder. "So, how is the ole' Hatchet? Did he get on you too bad about me sneaking in to say hi?"
"Nah, man." Sam said, shrugging Bumblebee's arm off of him. "He was too busy examining my apparently 'beautiful' inner workings. Kinda creepy if ya ask me." Sam nudged Bumblebee lightly, smirking some. It was nice to just relax with the other after everything that had happened. But, he really did need to talk with the other. Something in the back of his mid kept nagging him, but he brushed it aside at the other's suddenly sour expression.
Bumblebee snarled slightly, "He should keep his optics off of your 'beautiful workings'."
Sam quirked a brow up at that, chuckling a bit awkwardly, "Chill, big guy. You're acting like an over- protective brother." He gave Bee a smirk, and punched him lightly on his arm. "Ratchet didn't mean it like that. He's a medic, he's allowed to say these kinds of things."
Bee crossed his arms across his chest with a pout. "I'm your guardian, it's my job to be over-protective."
Sam decided to do something rather gutsy, and pushed the pouting holo-form over. Bumblebee yelped, clutching at the air to keep himself from falling on his face on the cold medical berth. Sam chuckled as his friend ends up face down on the metal surface. "Looks like your reaction time isn't too good while playing human, huh, Bee?" He teased, sticking his tongue out at his friend.
"You'll pay for that," Bee growled jokingly as he pulled himself on to his hands and knees. He stood up and spun on his heels to glare playfully at the brunette, who in turn gave a rather girlish 'eep' of surprise before scurrying to the edge of the large berth. Bee lunged at him, swiftly pinning the boy and straddling Sam's hips. Then he really surprised Sam and began tickling his sides.
"B-bee! Stop! R-ratchet'll be pissed!" Bee continued to tickle him anyway, ignoring Sam's pleas through his laughter. He did so until he noticed that Sam seemed to wince slightly when he brushed over specific spots. Bee stopped and found himself staring down on a rather flushed Sam Witwickey, his eyes half-lidded in exhaustion. Sam's breaths came in slight pants, Bee sitting on him making it a bit difficult to breathe. But, Bee didn't appear to plan on moving anytime soon.
Unless you count towards Sam's lips moving.
