Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.
Summery: (G1 fic) After an experiment gone wrong by Wheeljack, almost all the Autobots had become very small young sparklings. Can Bumblebee, Prowl and their human friends be able to control a base full of chibi Autobots?
"blah" – Normal human speck
"blah" – Cybertronian speck
blah – thinking
The Curse of the Chibi Autobots!
by Yami-Yugi
Chapter 3
Once Ratchet got to the Rec Room he tensed as it was quiet. Too quiet for his liking. He checked the scene with apprehension as was happy to find all of the sparklings asleep with Bumblebee. The yellow mini-bot was fast asleep on a blanket on the floor with all the other sparklings cuddled around him, and save for the twins. He sighed in relief, a rare smile crossing his face. He was just about to quietly leave the room when Teletraan 1 picked up a communications signal and told him so through his comm. link. Ratchet sighed and went into the command room to accept the call. "Yes? Who is it and what's the problem?"
"Ratchet?" Sparkplug asked. "What's going on? Where's Optimus and the others?"
"We've been waiting to come into the base. Everything going okay?"
"Well..."
"We've been patrolling outside since Bumblebee said he had things under control," said Sparkplug.
"The area around the base is safe but we can't get a reply from Bumblebee."
"He's asleep."
"The Autobots are alright, aren't they?"
"I think Ratchet means he's asleep with them," Sparkplug smiled.
"Right. Everything's fine. Prowl's watching the twins while they sit in the brig. Actually, you two could help Bumblebee watch them again. I need to make a more sparkling appropriate Time Out."
Within a few moments, Spike and Sparkplug were inside. They sat on the Transformer sized couch, watching Bumblebee and the sparklings sleep. Spike laughed a bit. "Must have worn him out," he said with a chuckle.
"Babies always do," smiled Sparkplug.
Ratchet came in. "Good. I'll get to work on the Time Out project. The sparklings should be asleep for another two earth hours at least. I'll have to find some fine grade energon for them too."
"Okay. We'll keep watch," nodded Sparkplug. Spike then gasped.
"Oh no!"
"What?" both CMO and father asked at the same time.
"What about Melissa? Gadget was supposed to bring her to the base an hour ago. She's probably worried."
"She might be." said Ratchet.
"We should at least call her and tell her everything's okay," said Spike.
"Right. But who could bring her to base? All the Autobots are sparklings of themselves."
"I'll contact her. If she wants to come, I'll find someone." The two humans nodded as Ratchet left.
Ratchet went back into the command room to try and get a hold of Gadget's human charge. "Hello?" she replied after a few long minutes. "Is this Optimus?"
"No, this is Ratchet."
"Oh... Is everything okay? I haven't heard from Gadget. She was supposed to pick me up an hour and four minutes ago. She isn't hurt or anything is she?"
"Well, how can I explain this."
"Please, Ratchet. I'm worried. I need to know if it's something serious." She tried to stay calm and prepare herself for the CMO's words. She trusted him with her guardian and had grown to like him and accept him as a grandfather type. Sure he was a bit metal alien robot, but he still held that personality to her.
"She's fine." said Ratchet "It's just her and haft the Ark got turned into sparklings."
"What?" There was a long pause. "Awww! How cute!"
"You're taking this well..."
"They're all okay aren't they? Proper baby sitters watching them and taking care of them?"
"Of course."
"Then there's nothing to worry about," she said with a smile in her voice. "I still would like to come to base. I can offer some baby expertise, well...based on human baby experience anyway..."
"...That...might be a problem. I don't know who could come to get you. I believe the entire ba-..."
"No need. I'm already on my way. I just wanted to let you know I was."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm...on my bike. I got so worried. I packed my stuff and some water bottles and hopped on my bike."
"Be careful out there. We don't want the Decepticons find out about this."
"I will but, I don't think they'll be looking out for a human girl on a bike."
"Alright. I'll send Spike and Sparkplug out to check and make sure you don't run into trouble once you get closer."
"Alright. I'll keep my comm. device open." With that, she signed off and continued towards base.
A few hours later, all the sparklings were waking up and Ratchet was bringing Bumblebee, Sparkplug, and Spike their first feeding of fine grade. "Where's Prowl?" Bumblebee asked.
"Last I checked he wa-..."
"Right here," he said. He was carrying the twins in his arms. "They eventually fell asleep in there." He set them down. "Now, we know not to cause anymore trouble, right?"
The twins looked up at him and nodded profusely. "Too scary in der..."
"...Yeah... We very sorry," Sideswipe added. Prowl smiled at them. They were a lot easier to handle as sparklings and they ACTUALLY listened to him.
"Ratchet? You there?" came a voice over the comm. link.
"Is that Melissa?" Prowl asked confused.
"Y-yeah..." he said, giving Bumblebee three of the fine grade energon bottles he had.
"Hello? I'm requesting permission to enter the base. So far so good and the coast looks clear right now."
"Prowl...do you mind? My hands are full," Ratchet said as he sat down with the remaining bottles to try and feed some of the others.
"Very well." Prowl said. He tapped into his comm. link and answered her. "Miss Jackson, this is Prowl. You have permission to enter the base."
"Oh cool! You didn't get baby-fied either."
"A baby-fied?"
"What? No... I said... Oh never mind. You missed the point entirely. I meant...you didn't get turned into a sparkling like the rest."
"Oh. I see. I was out with Bee when the incident happened."
Melissa just giggled before cutting off her end of the conversation. Within a few minutes she was inside the base, propping up her bike before entering the Rec Room. She took a big drink from her bottled water before almost squealing at the sight of all the little Autobots being fed or waiting patiently to be fed. "AWWWWW! They're so...cute..." She smiled at them all and then spotted Gadget sitting on the floor at Bumblebee's feet waiting to given her bottle by one of the bots. "Aww, she's so adorable. Did she look like this when she was just a baby?"
"...Not entirely. She was the same size, but she didn't have the same detail because sparklings don't scan their first form until a little bit later. You'll have to ask Wheeljack for the full story. He raised her." said Ratchet.
Melissa just smiled at her sparkling guardian. "Gadget...come here little one. You remember me?" she cooed to the little red femme. She got her attention and the little sparkling slowly got up and crawled over to her charge. She stared up at her with innocent and curious blue orbs. Melissa smiled and waited for her to respond. "You remember who I am, don't ya Gadge?"
"...Mmm-meh... M-meh..." Gadget started, trying to speak her companion's name. M-mel...M-mel...is... Meli!" the little femme genki smiled. Melissa just laughed.
"Well...I guess I shouldn't expect you to know my full name yet huh?"
"Meli!" she giggled happily as she tried to stand up and show how smart and strong she was. She fell forward and Melissa caught her. "...M-Me no do it..."
"It's okay, Gadget. You'll learn. Ohh...you're just so cute," she smiled as she picked up the little femme. She was about the size of a two or three year old human child so Melissa could easily handle her, granted she was a bit heavier being a mass of metal and wires. Gadget started to pout, getting hungry. "Aww, what's wrong? You want food like the others, huh?" Gadget nodded, still pouting. Melissa happily took one of the bottles from Ratchet and sat down with Gadget. "Alright, here you go," she smiled as Gadget took hold and started to drink.
"You're good with little ones." Prowl said.
"Huh? Well..." she replied a bit shy and embarrassed. "I've just...been around baby cousins and stuff." At that moment something started to chew on Prowl's leg again.
"Grimlock..." he warned.
"Me lost toy..." he pouted.
Prowl sighed. "Off..." he said sternly, but not yelling. Grimlock pouted but got off. Prowl took him into his arms. "Alright... Where did you leave your toy?"
"Me Grimlock can't remember."
"...Okay... Let's get you some energon and then I'll help you look."
"Okay." Grimlock said. Prowl sighed in relief and sat down with Grimlock. He gave him one of the offered bottles of fine grade.
Gadget burped. "Oops...me sorry. All gone," she smiled.
"Oohh! You're just so cute!" Melissa smiled.
"Go find toy now," Grimlock said as he finished his fine grade.
"Okay." Prowl said. Grimlock smiled with glee as Prowl stood up. He had a firm hold on the small, dinobot leader to make sure he wouldn't go for his leg.
"Grimylock go bye bye?" Gadget asked.
Prowl nods. "Yes. Let's find your toy." Grimlock waved to the red femme until the two turned out of sight down the hall.
"Gadget," Wheeljack called with a genki smile as he crawled over to Melissa.
"Aww," Melissa smiled. "Hey there cutie."
"I'll admit, he is cute in this state. At least he can't cause anymore trouble," Ratchet sighed. Melissa, Spike, and Bumblebee couldn't help but laugh. Wheeljack crawled into Melissa's lap, settling there comfortable. He hugged Gadget.
"Jackie," she cooed, hugging him back.
"Awww that's cute." said Spike.
"...Yeah..." smiled Bumblebee. Optimus giggled as Bumblebee tickled him.
Meanwhile, Grimlock searched the hallways as Prowl carried him. "Me Grimlock want to find toy."
"I know...I'm trying. You sure you don't remember?" Grimlock shook his head. Prowl sighed. He turned another corner, growing weary from this seemingly endless search. Grimlock looked unsure.
"Oooo! There is me Grimlock's toy!" he said, pointing to a piece of shiny metal a few feet away.
"Finally." Prowl said as he started over to the metal. He bent down and picked up the chewed wrench. He gave it to Grimlock who starting chewing it immediately. "Do try NOT to lose it again..." Prowl sighed.
"Me Grimlock promise."
Prowl smiled. "Good. Now, back to the others."
When he got back to the others, he smiled to find them playing happily. Little Blaster and Jazz were trying to dance. They pouted as they fell over. Melissa just smiled and came over to help. She gently took a supportive hold on Jazz's waist. "Okay, shake yer groove thing, Jazz," she smiled. Jazz smiled happily. Optimus happily climbed all over Bumblebee.
"Alright, it's finished," Ratchet sighed as he completed a Time Out space. Prowl sat Grimlock down so the little Dinobot could chew on his chew toy. He walked over and sat down in an empty chair with a sigh.
Wheeljack crawled over to the far side of the Rec Room. "Wheeljack, where are you going?" Spike asked as he followed the small inventor.
"Jackie?" Gadget cooed curiously as she followed too. Melissa was too busy watching Jazz and Blaster dance to notice.
Ratchet checked all the equipment to make sure it was working properly. He didn't notice a certain sparkling getting close. "Oooo..."
"Wheeljack! Don't touch-...!" both Spike and Ratchet exclaimed but it was too late. Wheeljack wailed and broke into hysterics. His little hand burned and stung from touching the force field of the special play pen. Gadget just stared at the Time Out playpen and then looked at Ratchet. She knew better to touch.
Prowl bolted from his relaxed position from Wheeljack's crying. "Primus..."
Ratchet scooped up the mischievous inventor with a sigh. "Maybe you WILL be trouble AFTER all." He gently took hold of Wheeljack's arm to check his hand.
"OUCHIE! No touch!" he sobbed.
"Wheeljack..." Ratchet said calmly "You want me to make it feel better?"
"Uh huh..." he sniffled.
"Then you got to be brave and let me see."
"...Okay..." he said shakily. He patted him on the head and carefully checked his hand.
"You're very lucky, Jack. Just minor burns." He subspace a bottle of solution and gently rubbed it on his hand. Prowl sighed again as he tried to relax again. "There now, feel better?"
"Uh huh..." Wheeljack sniffled. Ratchet smiled. "...M-me sorry... Me make boo boo again..."
Ratchet laughed. "No... You just let your curiosity get the best of you. It's okay."
"Me want held too," Gadget pouted. Spike only smiled and went back over to the others to help Bumblebee and his father with everyone else.
"All right." Ratchet said and used his other arm to pick her up. She nuzzled against him. He smiled. "Let's go back over to the others and play for a while." At that moment there was movement from two little Datsans as they started to crawl across the floor. Prowl was in a light recharge, almost completely asleep. The two datsans giggled at each other and started to climb up onto his leg.
"...Grimlock..." Prowl said sleepily "...No biting..."
Bluestreak giggled. "Bwother silly..." Smokescreen managed to climb all the way up to Prowl's head. Smokescreen giggled and started to poke Prowl's red chevrons, since they were bigger then the two little Datsan's chevrons. He groggily swatted at him. Smokescreen smirked and decided he liked this game. Bluestreak, being the more innocent one, watched Prowl's door wings move from his perch on his shoulder. He tried to mimic them.
Ratchet tried not to laugh out loud as he sat down to play with Gadget and Wheeljack. "Aww, they like you," Melissa smiled at the medic.
"Well..." Ratchet said with a smile.
"Babies are like that. They cling to those they associate with love, comfort, and food. It helps that you were close to them as adults." She paused a moment. "As much as I'd like everyone to get back to their normal selves, they're all really cute this way."
"Yes but as far as I know Prowl won't like it if they stay this way." Ratchet said as he looked towards the semi-asleep tactician.
"...True... He does have a lot of patience though. Time will tell how well he can handle it." Prowl moaned as he swatted at Smokescreen one last time. Smokescreen fell as Prowl's hand knocked him off. He fell into Bluestreak and both fell into Prowl's lap haphazardly. Bluestreak broke into hysterics from being hurt. Smokescreen just shrugged it off and tried to climb up again, pushing Bluestreak out of his way. Everyone turned and watched to see how Prowl would deal with the situation. Prowl had at that time bolted from his semi-recharge when Bluestreak started to cry, very sleepily, and very confused. He then glances down at his lap to see the two Datsans.
Bluestreak continued to wail as Smokescreen made his way up to Prowl's shoulder. Prowl shook his head to clear it and snatched Smokescreen up by his scruff bar. "Smokescreen...what happened?"
"S-Smokescreen hurt me!" wailed Bluestreak.
"Oh really?" Prowl said as he looked at Smokescreen "Is that true?"
"He was in way..." Prowl narrow his optics on Smokescreen. "...What...?" Bluestreak had calmed to whimpers now.
"Say you're sorry to Bluestreak." Smokescreen just blinked for a moment. Prowl just glared and held the blue Dustan in front of Bluestreak. "I mean it."
Smokescreen sighed. "I sorry, Blue."
"Want hug..." he pouted.
"You heard him Smokescreen. Give Blue a hug."
"Nuh uh..."
Prowl glared at him. "Do you want a time out?"
"I ain't givin' 'im no hug..." Smokescreen replied, crossing his arms.
"Smokescreen..." Prowl growled. The blue Dustan was unmoving. New tears formed in Bluestreak's eyes. "Smokescreen, give Blue a hug or you are going to have a time out because you are not obeying me."
"...No..."
"Very well." Prowl said as he took Bluestreak in his other arm. He then stood up and walked over to the time out area Ratchet made. He placed Smokescreen in it. "You are going to stay there for awhile and process what you've done wrong." he said.
Smokescreen pouted and tried to climb out. The force field walls shocked him a little bit and he was forced to sit quietly and wait. Bluestreak started to cry again as he nuzzled against Prowl. "Smokescreen hate, Blue?" he sniffled.
"No, I don't think he hates you Bluestreak." Prowl said calmly as he held Bluestreak closer to him. "He's just not a very loving mech." He wasn't that nice of a guy as an adult either, he thought.
"Prowl mad at Blue?"
"No, I'm not mad at you." Prowl said with a smile.
"Door wing...head hurt..."
"Do you want Ratchet to take a look?"
"...Him make feel better?"
"Yes, Ratchet will make it better." Bluestreak nodded weakly and cuddled against Prowl. Prowl smiled as he took Bluestreak over to Ratchet.
"Hello, Bluestreak. You alright?" he asked with a smile. He shook his head shyly. Ratchet stopped playing with Gadget and Wheeljack as Prowl sat down with Bluestreak. "Can you tell me what hurts?"
"...Head...door wing..." Bluestreak chirped.
"Okay let me have a look." Bluestreak stared at him shyly. Prowl kept a firm hand on his waist. "You have small dent on your helm, but it'll heal on its own. Just be careful." He went behind him and carefully checked his door wings.
"Ow!" Bluestreak squirmed as they were touched.
"I'm sorry, Bluestreak." He checked a little more carefully. "The ends are bent and some of the internal wiring is pinched." He turned to the gray gunner turned sparkling. "How about a nice nap? After you wake up you'll be all better?"
"Really?"
"Really," he smiled, carefully rubbing his helm. Bluestreak blinked and looked up at Prowl.
"You'll be okay. I'll be here."
"Okie dokie..." he cooed. Ratchet smiled and injected the proper solution in his neck.
"Just relax and go to sleep." It didn't take long until he slowly fell asleep. Prowl shifted him into a more comfortable position in his lap. He laid him on his stomach and rubbed his helm. Ratchet examined Bluestreak's little helm first. He gently pushed and rubbed on the dent to smooth it out a bit better. He turned to his door wings and worked them straight. He pushed and pulled the bends back to normal. Prowl smiled. Ratchet put a solution on his helm and wings for the scratches.
"Ratchet, what are we going to do?" Prowl asked "If all the other Autobots are sparklings and the Decepticons decide to attack..."
"...I don't know... I'll have to work on coming up with an antidote and try to coax the materials out of Wheeljack."
Prowl nodded. He gently took Bluestreak into his arms. "I think I'll take him to my office to rest awhile. I'm going to keep him away from Smokescreen for awhile."
"Bumblebee and I will watch the others."
"Thanks." Prowl left. Gadget, who had gotten bored, tripped over Prowl's foot as she walked by. She whimpered as she stood.
Prowl stopped and looked down at her. "You okay Gadget?"
She nodded her head, wiping at her optics. "...Accident..."
"You sure?"
She nodded, tears falling as she whimpered some more. "Prowl didn't mean to hurt." She tried to hold it in, but she couldn't. She burst into tears as she went over to Ratchet.
He bent down and took her into his arms. "What's wrong?"
"...I...I fell..."
He did a quick scan. "You're alright. You were just startled." She nuzzled against her teacher and mentor, crying her little optics out. "There, there. It's alright." Prowl watched sadly. "She's okay. She knows you didn't mean it. She's a sparkling."
"Are you sure Ratchet?"
"I'm sure. You know Prowl didn't mean it, right?" Gadget nodded with a whimper. "See? She knows it was just an accident."
"W-want...hug..."
"Okay," Prowl said. Gadget waited for him to walk over. Prowl gently shifted Bluestreak to his other arm before coming over and gave her a hug.
She nuzzled into his arm. "Tanks..." she sniffled.
"You're welcome." She nodded and wiped at her optics. She slowly calmed down to sniffles.
Prowl smiled a bit before leaving out of the Rec Room. "Now, what did you want, Gadget?" Ratchet asked the red femme turned sparkling.
"Play," she smiled. Ratchet smiled and picked up a puzzle toy that was on the floor. Smokescreen whimpered to be let out.
"You are still in time out." Ratchet said.
"Too long... Sorry sorry. Want out..."
"You still have five more clicks(minute)." Smokescreen pouted. Ratchet just rolled his eyes and watched Gadget put the shaped pieces of the puzzle game into their correct holes. "You're very smart," he smiled. Gadget clapped and finished the puzzle. She clapped more. Ratchet smiled. He set her down and then moved across from her. He picked up one of the balls. He rolled it to her. She smiled and rolled it back. Wheeljack came over and wanted to join in too. Gadget smiled.
"Play too?"
Ratchet smiled. "Of course you can, Jackie." Wheeljack smiled and sat down with them. Gadget rolled the ball to him and then he rolled the ball to Ratchet.
"No one invite me?" asked little Optimus as he came over.
Ratchet, Gadget, and Wheeljack looked up at him. "You can come play if you want to, sir."
"Yeah," smiled Gadget. "Prime come play." Optimus smiled and set his blanket aside. Ratchet rolled the ball to him. Optimus rolled it to Gadget, who rolled it to Wheeljack. Wheeljack in turn rolled it back to Ratchet.
"Me Grimlock play?" Everyone looked at the Dinobot king. He had a mangled wrench in his hand he had been chewing on.
"Why not? The more the merrier," smiled Ratchet. Grimlock smiled and headed over to the group.
He put down wrench and the group became more of a circle. Smokescreen started to whimper. "No fair...no fair..."
"Smokey should not hurt Blue." Grimlock growled.
He still whimpered. "Well, your Time Out is up now. I hope you all don't mind me pausing our little game. Gadget, Prime, you keep the others in line. I'm going to take a quick trip to Prowl and Bluestreak." The little sparkling nodded. Ratchet smiled and went over to the Time Out. He took Smokescreen out of it. "C'mon. Let's take you to your brothers."
Ratchet left the Recreation Room and went to Prowl's office. He knocked on the office door. "No want, brothers. Want to go play!"
"We'll see what Prowl says about that. I know you probably learned your lesson in time out, but we need to make sure Blue accepts your apology." Smokescreen didn't want to. He want to play with the other sparklings. He kept squirming. Prowl finally answered with a now awake Bluestreak. Bluestreak saw Smokescreen and cuddled close to Prowl. "It's okay Blue. Smokescreen, have you learned your lesson?"
"Yeah, yeah. Want to go play with others now."
"First, apologize again to Bluestreak and give him a hug."
Smokescreen sighed. "I already sorry..." he whined.
"Smokescreen, you have to mean it when you apologize. Besides, you hurt Bluestreak's feelings when you didn't hug him. I know you don't like hugging, but he's your brother."
Smokescreen sighed. "I'm sorry, Blue. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you...or your feelings..."
Bluestreak motioned to be let down. Prowl did so. "Hug from brother?" Smokescreen sighed and rolled his optics. He hesitantly gave Bluestreak a hug.
"I no hate, Blue."
Bluestreak smiled and let go of the hug. "Okay."
Prowl smiled. "Okay, NOW you can go play with the others."
Bluestreak took Smokescreen's hand. "We both go." Smokescreen smiled a bit. Prowl and Ratchet followed them back to the others. Prowl set Bluestreak down. He raced over to the others happily. Smokescreen followed. Prowl watched happily as Bluestreak and Smokescreen played together.
"We got to figure out how to change them back, Ratchet." Prowl said.
"Right. Perceptor! He's been out on a project with some human scientists! He can help!"
Gadget perked up at the sound of her bondmate. She came over and tugged on Ratchet's arm. "Ratcet? Percie come?"
Ratchet looked down and smiled. "Yes, he should know how to fix this."
Gadget smiled and "blushed". "Percie..." she giggled.
"Careful where you're climbing Grimlock," laughed Bumblebee. The other dinobots were climbing on him too.
"Me Grimlock king." Bumblebee smiled as the baby dinobot stood on his head.
"So when will Perceptor get here?" Prowl asked.
"He should be back in a human hour or so."
"Good." Ratchet smiled as Wheeljack crawled on him. Gadget nuzzled against Ratchet all flustered as she thought about her bondmate.
Wheeljack giggled as he stood happily on Ratchet's shoulders. "I king like Grimlock."
"No no, Jazz. That's a dangerous place to dance," Melissa scolded as she picked up the sparkling. Prowl sighed, watching all the little bots.
"It is a bit cute, I have to admit." Optimus crawled over to him. Prowl smiled and took the sparkling of his leader into his lap. "Hi, Sir." Optimus then cuddled into him. He couldn't help but smile happily.
"Nothing softens the spark like a sparkling." Prowl nodded. Ratchet smiled as Wheeljack crawled down and snuggled in his lap.
"I'm back everyone. I hope I... I... What happened here?" he asked as he took in the room full of sparklings.
"Apparently there was an incident." Prowl said. Gadget crawled over to her mate.
"Percie!"
"...G-Gadget...?"
Wheeljack looked over at Perceptor. He moaned and hid against Ratchet. "I make big boo boo."
"Percie!" she cooed happily, wanting to be picked up.
"You better do what your mate says." Prowl said.
"...But... What happened?"
"...Wheeljack accidently spilled some chemicals."
"...I...I make boo boo... I sorry..."
"Percie? Percie, want up..." Perceptor looked down at his mate. "...No...no love me...?" she asked. He couldn't help but smile and pick her up.
"Of course not. I love you no matter what," he said as he held her close. She nuzzled against him happily as he walked over to Prowl and Ratchet. He carefully sat down with Gadget. "Wheeljack..." he said as he turned to the hiding sparkling. "Wheeljack...can you remember what you mixed together?" Wheeljack looked like he was thinking.
"Jackie member... Then Percie fix," Gadget smiled.
"...Me sorry...me can't member..." he sighed.
"Well, maybe if he saw what they looked like he'd remember," said Ratchet.
"That works perfectly. His now sparkling brain wouldn't be able to understand the names and properties. He WOULD remember visually."
Prowl sighed in relief. "We should do that as soon as possible."
"Quite right." Perceptor said. "Wheeljack, would you like to play a game?"
"Ooo! Game!"
"I want to play too," smiled Gadget as she clapped.
"You might be able to help too," said Perceptor. He kissed her helm. She "blushed" and nuzzled against him. "You're cute, especially as a sparkling." She giggled shyly.
"Let's go then," said Ratchet as he stood up. He repositioned Wheeljack into his arms more comfortably. Perceptor stood as well.
"Bumblebee and I will stay here to keep an optic on the others." Prowl said. Ratchet nodded and the group left. They headed down the hall back to Wheeljack's lab.
"Dis where we play game?" Wheeljack asked as they neared his lab.
"Yes. We're going to play a fun guessing game," smiled Perceptor. Wheeljack clapped happily as Ratchet opened the doors. Gadget and Wheeljack fought to be let down from all the things in his lab.
"Ooo! Wanna play!" Wheeljack smiled as he looked all of his chemicals, experiments, and tools. "Shiny stuff!"
"...Build with parts...! Build with parts...!" Gadget cooed. Perceptor tried to get a good grip on her.
"No no… It's dangerous in here."
"…Down…!" she whined.
"No, Gadget. It's for your own protection okay?"
"…But…"
"You're too little for a lot of the things here. Be good and be still alright?" She sighed and cuddled into him. He smiled.
"Wheeljack!" Ratchet yelled as the little inventor managed to get away from him. He went chasing after him and managed to snatch him up before he picked up a welder.
"…No play…?" he whined.
"It's very dangerous. You're just a sparkling now. A lot of your 'toys' are dangerous now."
"…Oh…me don't want make another boo boo…"
"That's right," Ratchet smiled. Wheeljack smiled too.
"Alright, let's start this game. I'm going to set you down now. You be good and stay put." Gadget nodded and stood by him, holding onto his leg. Ratchet kept a good grip on Wheeljack while Perceptor set all his chemicals on the desk. He organized them by color and beaker shape. "There we go. Now to start the game," he smiled as bent down to get Gadget. She smiled as he lifted her into his arms.
"Okay, Wheeljack. Can you remember what you were mixing this morning?" The little sparkling CE looked at the different colors of chemicals. He thought for a moment.
"Was it this one?" Perceptor asked as he pointed to the first blue one. Wheeljack shook his head.
"No, not dat."
"What about this blue one?"
"Nuh uh. No use blue."
"Alright…" Perceptor sighed as he moved the blue chemicals to the side. "What about the red ones?" Perceptor asked.
Wheeljack thought a moment. "Yeah! Red! Red!"
"Okay." Perceptor said.
"Purple!" smiled Gadget. "Me like purple!"
"No... Me no use purple either." Perceptor moved the purple chemicals to the side.
"How about the yellow ones?"
"Mmmm... No yellow." He looked at the group of chemicals. "Ooo! Pretty green..."
"Me like the pink! It look like energon!"
"Green one!" Wheeljack smiled. "I mix green and red one!"
"Well, it's a start," sighed Perceptor. He cleared all the chemicals except the red and green ones. "Alright, Wheeljack. Do you remember what the glasses look like?" Wheeljack started to think again.
"Pointy end on top, like that one!" He pointed happily to a beaker that had a curved spout on the lip.
"That's good," smiled Ratchet. "You're very good at this game." Perceptor took all the regular lipped beakers and set them aside as well. Gadget happily helped him.
"Ooo, pretty pink energon," she smiled as she grabbed for one of the pink beakers.
"No Gadget!" Perceptor yelled as he jerked it out of her hands. It managed to spill on her anyway and he quickly set it aside. "That's not energon!" he sighed. "It's a partially acidic nitric acid!" Gadget broke into hysterics, both from Perceptor yelling at her and the pink chemical started to sting. He sighed heavily as he held her close. "Let's get you to the wash racks. It's alright..." he spoke more soothingly.
"Gadget otay?"
"She will be," smiled Ratchet. "Let's play the game some more."
"Gadget be otay?" he asked, still concerned.
"She'll be alright. It was an accident. Perceptor will make sure she's okay." Wheeljack nodded as Ratchet pat him on the head. "C'mon. Let's finish the game so we can fix what happened."