::Chapter Two::
Flashback/Memory
A young Sidesweep muttered to himself while reading a digital pad on rules."Yada, yada, yada. Slag is what this is. Can't believe Ironhide made me read this.", he said, cursing. Abruptly, his twin, Sunstreaker walked, his optics scanning every inch of their shared room."Hey, Sides. You know where I left my glow in the dark paint?", he asked. Sides snorted."Why on Primus' name would I want to use your glow in the dark paint? I ain't the artist, bro.", he replied. Sunny's optics widened."Oh, frag.", he uttered. Then, they heard it: a giggle coming from behind the door."Sunny! Sides! Lookit what I did!", said the voice. Sides whistled and Sunstreaker turned around, his optics glowing red.
A sparkling Bumblebee stood in front of them, his bright blue optics shining brightly, with his body completely drenched in glow in the dark paint. His lip plates were twisted into a mischiveous smile, and his small servos were waving quickly."I'm like yous! Hee hee!", he said with joy. Sides barely held in the snicker he so wanted to let out. Without a word, Sunny changed his forearm to a small cannon."Sides, help me catch the little twit. Bumblebee...You are soo oflined.", he growled. Bumblebee blinked. Then, he ran away, laughing like a maniac "Ironhide~~! Helps!", he yelled out.
End of Flashback/Memory
When Bumblebee finally woke up again, he grabbed his head as pain flooded through his processor."I must've hit my head harder than I thought...", he played the Aladdin quote over his speakers. Then, he glanced around the room. Was it just him, or did everything seem a little...bigger? Shrugging it off, he grabbed an energon bar Ratchet had left for him when he woke up. Then, his optics widened as far as they could go. Besides the energon bars lay a tube of gelatinous substance he immediatly recognized as nannites. Curousity suddenly washing over him, he grabbed the tube and poppped it open. Then, without reason, he squeezed the whole tube out on the recharge berth.
His optics sparkling with mischief, he hopped off the recharge berth, failing to notice that his feet pads did not touch the ground like usual. Then, he ran around the room, glancing with the unsatiable curiousity of a sparkling, what everything was supposed to do. Suddenly, reason returned to Bumblebee, and he widened his optics in slight horror. He had just wasted a good tube of nannites! Quickly, before the green and red mech returned, he scooped up the gelatinous liquid and placed it back in the tube as best as he could. Then he returned to the recharge berth and closed his optics to feign recharge, his audio receptors picking up voices in the hallway.
When Ratchet enterd with Wheeljack into the medbay, he turned his back on Bumblebee."Listen 'Jack. I'm only going to run some scans on his processors and body. But I want you to identify what the frag is going on with Bumblebee. Optimus said he doesn't want any more problems, because we can't afford to lose another mech. You got it?", he asked, staring at the trouble-attracting mech in front of him. Wheeljack nodded, the bars on his face flashing red and orange for embarrasment."Fine. I'll do my best. Oh, if only I had security in my lab! Then the twins wouldn't have taken the machine.", he said as he turned to face Bumblebee. Then, the inventor mech's optics widened."Holy Primus...Bumblebee...is a..is a...", he said, stuttering. The medic snorted."Wheeljack, what in-!", he began, but stopped as he gaped at Bumblebee in shock.
Bumblebee cocked his head. Was it something he did? "What's a matter, Doc?", he played over his speakers. Ratchet sputtered."By Primus...Bumblebee, you're a...a sparkling.", he finally managed to choke out. The young scout's optics widened. A SPARKLING? Was he hearing correctly? With a blink, Wheeljack grabbed a mirror and showed it to Bumblebee."The machine was supposed to weaken sparks, not this...", he said hoarsely. Bumblebe stared in horror at his image. Instead of looking tall and normal, he saw a small sparkling version of himself. Ratchet noisily vented some air."Primus...'Jack, call Optimus and Ironhide. We've got a bit of a situation on our hands...", he said."CRACKLE FIZZ What..FIZZLE SNAP...the frag...CRACKLE?", Bumblebee cursed. Then, he offlined. Ratchet rolled his eyes."Great. He's fainted. And he vocalized again.", he growled.
A few joors later, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet, and Wheeljack stood in the 'waiting room' of the medbay."Slaggit. Wheeljack, what in Primus were you thinking, making a machine like that?", Ironhide growled. The civilian scientist looked sheepish."It wasn't suppose to turn time back in body. It was supposed to weaken the enemy by aiming a few rays at ther own spark. Nothing else!", he insisted weakly. Optimus glanced at the ancient, black mech."Calm down, Ironhide. Even the best inventions can go wrong sometimes. We have to learn from our mistakes.", the Autobot leader said gently. Ratchet rolled his optics."Well, he's online now and fully functional, thank Primus. But his different body form is something to worry about.", he said. Optimus furrowed his opic ridges."Why?", he asked, concern dominating the tone of his voice. Ratchet flinched slightly."We are going to have to find a reversing program to this, fast. Because if my scans are correct, he'll stay like this, forced to go through that part of growing up again.", he stated. Wheeljack's optics widened in horror."Oh, dear. The effects were worse than I thought...", he mumbled.
Optimus covered his face with a hand, and vented air silently."For now, we'll have to do something about him. He's a sparkling, so he's going to need a guardian... We can't just leave him be, no matter how experienced he is. We're going to need someone who already knows how to do this and is familiar with Bumblebee.", he said. Three pairs of optics suddenly landed on Ironhide. The black mech cursed."Frag, no. I had to do it the first time around. Why the slag can't anyone else do it?", he said, growling. Ratchet snarled."Because you're the only one who knew him well enough to take good care of him. Besides, we all have to occupy ourselves in something regarding Bumblebee. Optimus has to do some talking with the personnel and staff, 'Jack has to rebuild the machine, due to the fact it was destroyed in the blast, and I have to keep on optic on him, medwise. We only have two fraggin' weeks, so quit your whining.", he said, grabbing the nearest wrench. Ironhide growled and rolled his cannons."You slaggin' medic. No one tells me what to do.", he said menacingly. For an astrosecond, neither blinked an optic. Then, the black mech turned away, his optics glowing red."Fine. I'll play bot sitter, for now. But you better find a cure, fast.", he said, jabbing a digit into the medic's chest armor. Ratchet grumbled."Primus help us.".
Dun dun dun! Yep, Wheeljack's machine turned Bumblebee into a sparkling! But Optimus and the others will try to find a cure for him. For those wondering, yes, Sam will find out. He's the boy's guardian, after all. And now, Ironhide has to be 'Bee's guardian. Hah! I love torturing Ironhide!*recieves glare from Ironhide* Sorry sorry! Well, next chapter will be up soon! (I hope...)