A/N This is a little short, XD.
The team stared wide eyed at Smokescreen, stunned.
Smokescreen looked at them emotionlessly. "What you're imagining isn't even close to reality," He said dryly, putting up a picture on the screen that was derived from a combination of his memories. The picture showed Smokescreen on the tilted berth with restraints on his wrists and ankles, deep scars running throughout his body, splashed with his own energon. His expression seemed to be pained and helpless.
Bumblebee blocked the humans' view of the gruesome picture with a hand.
A couple of the Autobots looked away.
Arcee finally found her voice. "…Wow…sure you're not exaggerating?"
Ignoring her, Smokescreen leaned over on the keyboard, holding his head in his hands. He had a terrible splitting
headache, and he felt like his head was being ripped open, and scraplets were chewing him up from the inside. Smokescreen moaned.
Ratchet put a hand on Smokescreen's shoulder, having walked up to him. "Easy, Smokescreen…" He said gently.
"Y-yeah…I'm fine…" Smokescreen lied. Ratchet sighed. "I'm a doctor. I know everything about Cybertronians and I can tell when someone's lying, so don't even try me," Ratchet said.
"I know…urgh…"
"Why don't you recharge for a while and tell us the rest tomorrow?" Ratchet suggested.
Smokescreen accepted.
Arcee, Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, and Bulkhead watched as Ratchet led Smokescreen away.
After a couple moments, Optimus Prime took off the picture Smokescreen put up and dismissed everyone.
A/N Peeps, please review! The Autobots and Decepticons are mobbing me, ordering for reviews! D: HELP ME SATISFY THEM SO THEY CAN LEAVE ME ALONE! Oh wait...they can stay. COME HERE SMOKESCREEN! COME HERE AND GIMME A SMOOCH! XDDD But review anyway! Embarrasingly short... /