Shadow: Hello Every one heres another Chapter of Crystal Angel. Enjoy!


Last time on the Crystal Angel…

Optimus chuckled as he picked Wave up by her scruff bar.

"Hey!"

"You can not stay In such a small shell forever. Besides one of these days your going to annoy Sunstreaker at the wrong time and he's going to step on you. No matter how fast you run. You are fast yes, But Sunstreaker has experience in battle."

"What? Huh... How did you know… I thought you where going to ask me questions about my lessons?" Wave finely got out she was completely confused now.

Optimus laughed at The youngling's Confusion.

"What? You didn't think my Officers would give me a daily report on your progress. I also know more then you or my Soldiers often think… I am also aware that you have a Mech's armor to help clean. And a room to finish cleaning. After tonight you may have the time after your studies to your self I am lifting your restrictions though you still may not leave the Base with out an escort."

Wave groaned as They walked in to the base. "You just had to go and remind me…"


Present…

Cleaning Sunstreaker's armor wasn't as bad as Wave thought it was going to be...

Ratchet had come up with a solution that help lift the Green paint off of Sunstreakers armor.

And the 'Little Ray of sunshine' didn't try and remove her cranial unit of which as was currently thanking Primus for.

It took about two hours to get the armor shining so bright, Wave had to shield her self from it's glare.

After that she trudged wearily back to her unfinished work.

She skirted around the bucket. "I've got my optics on you.." She warned it.

The femme pause for a few breems to think of how foolish she must have sounded sounded talking to a piece of folded tin.

" Primus... I think the High grade addle my processor." She murrmered.

Later that evening, Ratchet walked in to the Rec room to get his daily ration of Energon.

He paused at the sight that met his optics as soon as the doors opened.

In the middle of the floor lay a small silver body laying in puddle of water a bucket rested where Darkwave's head normally rested.

At first he was worried something had happened.

but his worries were soon put to rest as his scanners showed that she was just deep in recharge…

It didn't explain the bucket though…

Ratchet picked the sleeping youngling up just as the door opened allowing Jazz and Prowl to enter.

Both bot's optics flickered at Wave in Ratchets arms.

"What's wrong to her Doc?" Jazz asked.

"Hush you! Nothings wrong, she's just in recharge. All though her systems are low on Energon. Has she consumed her normal rations today?" He asked looking at Prowl.

"Yes, she had a cube not long before meeting with Prime." Replied the second in command.

Jazz thought for a moment. "She might not have recharged enough…"

Jazz backed away as both Mech's stared at him.

"What do you mean?" Ratchet asked his opitcs narrowing slightly.

Jazz took another step back his hands up in a pacifying manner.

The CMO's tone could have frozen a plasma bolt.

"Eh… she was in here last night getting some Energon when Bee and I came back from our patrols. Said something about finishing her studies Prowl had given her."

Prowls optics flickered. "I haven't given her any extra work… Whatever I give her she finishes during the lesson."

Ratchet pondered silently to himself. "I'm going to place this little one in her quarters. Then we need to look and see what she was doing last night."

A few breems later, all three Mech's paused at the femmes door, gazing in at the disaster that was her room.

Data pads lay scattered everywhere both on the Recharge berth and the floor, on her desk was an empty cube.

Prowl bent and picked up one of the pads as Ratchet placed the youngling on her berth.

"The Pads are her notes of the lessons she has taken, the log on this one indicates she used it early last night."

"This one was used as well at about two in the morning…" Bee added.

Ratchet noticed one of the drawers on the desk was partly opened he walked over and peered inside.

A frown marred his face plates as he lifted two cubes out of the drawer…

Each had a little bit of faint pink substance in the bottom.

" I believe we must inform Darkwave that younglings are not authorized High grade…." Prowl murmured.

Bee looked up from more of the femmes pads and winced at the cubes in Ratchet's hand.

"It's a wonder she didn't have a complete systems crash form to much energy." Ratchet muttered gazing disapprovingly at the silver youngling as he ran a precautionary scan.

" Let's go it isn't going to be pleasant when she comes on-line." Bee added.

Prowl nodded as Ratchet subspaced the cubes and walked out Bee turned and smiled in at the youngling as he closed the door.

The next morning Wave awoke to screaming systems.

Warning signs flashed in her optics blasting her cranial circuits to the pit.

Wave turned to block out the light and promptly fell off her berth.

"Argh Primus!" She growled.

Rubbing her tender aft as she got to her feet and checked her internal chronometer.

"Slag! I'm late. Ratchet's going to kill me!!"

As Ironhide walked threw the corridor his optics flickered as a small silver streak flew out of Darkwave's quarters and in to the medlab.

The large black Mech only shook his head.

"Younglings…" He muttered.

Wave skidded to a stop in the medbay and looked around her, She offlined her optics in a wince and lowered the volume in her Audios to keep them from shorting when Ratchet started yelling.

She was surprised when silence met her Audios.

On-lining an optic the other brightened soon after as she glanced around the bay.

The medic form the pit was no where in sight, she turned as the door behind her hissed open And Waves Energon ran cold.

There stood Ratchet with his arms crossed the scowl that marred his Facial plates could send the Unmaker into pump failure as he glared down the her.

"Err.. Good morning Ratchet?" she asked cautiously.

"Berth. Now.." He growled as he pointed to the examining berth.

Wave slunk to the berth as Ratchet went to one of his cabinets and began to pull things out.

Ratchet hid a smirk as he turned to see Darkwave trying to climb on to the Berth.

He was angry she had depleted her energy reserves while going over he notes all night instead of recharging, then trying to compensate with High grade.

But the sight of her struggling to get on the berth only to face plant once there in exhaustion was slightly…humorous.

The young femme groaned as she turned over on to her back optics half shuttered to keep out the bright light.

"This should teach you to stay out of the High grade." She replied with a chirp of weary annoyance.

"I am never going to touch the stuff again." She grumbled.

"I am going to remove the dampener, so I will have to put you in to stasis for a few breems."

A strand of panic wove it's way threw Wave's spark, as she on-lined an optic to look up at the Mech as he began the stasis sequence.

"It…It's not going to hurt is it?"

Ratchet glanced down at the young femme and frowned slightly. "No. It will not hurt any more then when it was installed. No stop fighting your stasis protocalls."

"Kay" She muttered as she allowed her systems to shut down.

TBC...


Wave: I've got you now!! .:Cackles evily while jumping up and down on a tin Bucket.:.

Shadow: Oh dear I think all that cleaning salution has finaly gotten to her...

Ratchet: .:Reads the back of the bottle.:. Keep out of reach of younglings?... SideSwipe Shadow get over here!!

Sideswipe: hehehe oops... Gota go .:Flees:.

Shadow: Talk to you all later. .:Cackles:. Sides wait for me!!

Shadow singing out...