"Mirage you are not doing reports like everyone else, why not?" Ratchet scoffed, standing over Mirage with his arms crossed. Waiting for the youngling to reply.
"I will, I just need time..." Mirage replied, carrying an uneasy tone. gazing to the side of him.
Ratchet shook his helm and sighed. "Mirage you have all the time in the world to do them, and instead you go for drives with Sideswipe, he has handed in thousands of reports" "Sideswipe of all mechs, and I have never seen even one, come from you!"
"Stop bugging me, I'm not the only one who dosen't do them!" Mirage growled, gesturing to Bumblebee helping the humans reconstruct a fallen wall.
"Very funny Mirage, Bumblebee has never missed a single report before, unlike you" Ratchet retorted, watching Bumblebee help the humans.
Mirage scowled at the medics words. "Of course, baciare il culo..." Mirage grumbled, rolling his optics.
"Mirage, it wouldn't hurt you to be more like Bumblebee, make you a little more easier to handle" Ratchet continued to comment.
"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions!" Mirage snapped. Tired of hearing all the things he should be. Storming off past Bumblebee, the humans, and the wreckers.
Sideswipe saw this and skated infront of Mirage. Grabbing the upset youngling by the shoulders. "Whoa whoa, what's going on, why are you getting upset bud?" Sideswipe asked in cool tone, giving a smile.
"Nothing, doc bot is just nagging at me cause I don't do reports" Mirage sighed. Stopping so he could speak with the silver mech.
"And why's that?" Sideswipe asked, letting go of the younglings shoulders.
"I just told you?" Mirage raised an optic ridge, wondering if Sideswipe understood the language he was speaking.
"No I mean, why aren't you doing reports, their easy?" Sideswipe chuckled.
"Cause..." Mirage answered uncomfortably, as he started to walk away from the silver mech.
"Come on Mirage..." Sideswipe whined, about to follow Mirage down the hallway, before he was called over by Bumblebee.
"Sides, we could use your help here, please!" Bumblebee called through his radio, as he struggled to hold up two platforms.
"Uuuuh..." Sideswipe gazed back over to the hallway to see Mirage was already gone. "Yeah, I'm coming..." Sideswipe sighed walking over to the struggling scout.
"What's up with Mirage, I thought he was doing better?" Lennox asked, as Sideswipe helpfully lifted the second platform.
"He is, Ratchet's just nagging him about his reports, nothing new" Sideswipe shrugged in reply to to the colonel.
"Then why doesn't he just do the reports, so old timer doesn't bother him?" Bumblebee questioned, gazing over his shoulder to see the silver mech.
"Because I don't know Bee" Sideswipe shrugged. "All I know is Optimus never had a problem with him not doing reports, until doc bot started complaining" Sideswipe sighed shaking his helm. "I'll talk to Optimus, and see if he can do something"
Meanwhile in Mirage's own quarters. He sat on his berth, staring blankly at all of unfilled out reports he had. Fidgeting with the stylus held in his servo, he continued that blank stare. Unable to do the simple task of reading or wrighting.
Optimus watched the spy struggle at the simple task. Standing in the doorway of the younglings room. He continued to watch the youngling, struggle and curse himself, for lack of education he had.
Optimus new Mirage's history. He was quite a few years, younger then Bumblebee. Back on Cybertron, he was orphaned just like Bumblebee was. Bumblebee went to classes at the youth sectors, and got to learn the basic skills before the war took a turn for the worst, as the war broke out Bumblebee became a very youthful toddler, and Mirage was born. His creators being offlined only moments after his berth, he was rescued by a femme that worked at the youth sectors. The femme brought him back to the youth sectors, only to have the cons destroy the youth sectors, killing all the younglings and sparklings within it. Bumblebee and Mirage were both pulled from the wreckage, and brought back to the Autobot base. Mirage was only a few hours old and was bearly functional. Optimus grew found of the two as they grew. And soon adopted Bumblebee. Optimus waited to see if anyone would adopt the red sparkling. Mirage, at that time, was more attached to the twins. Especially Sideswipe. And the more he hung out with the two, the more trouble he caused. Mirage was a fast learning little sparkling, and quickly got a bad rep. Deeming no one wanted to adopt him. Mirage never had a spark bond formed with anyone before, and was always quiet, usually never wanting to socialize with any other mech or femme on the base. All he focused on was the fighting, and his training to become the ledgendary spy he is today.
Optimus had always wanted to adopt the red sparkling. But felt him and Bumblebee did not get along well. And that would cause conflict between them all. But maybe he over thought the adoption, and thought about what could happen rather then, thinking what was best for the red youngling. Regardless Optimus wanted to help.
"Mirage?" Optimus called softly, as he took a step into the younglings room.
Mirage visibly jumped, and quickly grabbed and bunched up, all the scattered data pads on his berth. "Optimus, I didn't see you there, I was just uh..."
"No need for excuses Mirage" Optimus chuckled. "Sideswipe informed me about Ratchet being on you, for not doing your reports" Optimus smiled, helping the youthful spy collect the blank data pads.
"Oh, he did?" Mirage asked. Slowing his pace neatly placing the data pads in a pile next to him.
"Yes, is there some way I could assist you" Optimus offered. "Help you with reports, so our cranky medic isn't beating you over the helm for not doing them?" Optimus joked, trying to make things as comfortable as possible for the youngling.
Mirage gave the prime a nervous smile, and fidgeted with the data pads. "Nope... everythings fine I can do it by myself..." Mirage nervously replied.
"Mirage don't lie to me" Optimus sternly cooed, watching the youngling get up, to place the blank data pads on a large table.
"I'll get them done!" Mirage assured the prime. "No you won't Mirage!" Optimus argued. "Mirage I know you can't read, or write" Optimus sighed. Mirage puased for a moment. "So what!" He growled, sitting back on his berth.
"I want to teach you" Optimus said, sitting beside the youngling. "I don't need someone to teach me" Mirage insisted. "I can figure it out on my own" Mirage sighed. "Just let me try, and if it dosen't work for you, I won'" Optimus negotiated. "...Fine whatever" Mirage grumbled, handing Optimus a blank report.
About three hours later, back out in the main room. Sideswipe had finished helping, Bumblebee, and the humans. He was ready to go for a drive with Mirage. But the spy being no where in site. Was most likely still hiding in his room. Sideswipe calmly skated over to Mirage's room. And Knocked before walking in. Sideswipe knew he was aloud to walk into the younglings room like that, he had done it many times before.
Mirage wasn't alarmed to see Sideswipe coming in. Not many bots dared to just walk in his room without permision. "Hey what's going on in here, getting some reports done" Sideswipe cooed, leaning on the berth. To see the prime and youngling getting reports done. "Yep, we're almost finished!" Mirage excitedly replied. Mirage's reply put a smile both on Optimus's and Sideswipe's face. "And you're done, great job Mirage!" Optimus praised. Taking the last filled in report from the youngling.
"Awesome, now old and rusty wont bug you!" Sideswipe chuckled. "Nope" Mirage smiled, shaking his helm. "So you ready for a drive?" Sideswipe asked. "Yeah!" Mirage excitedly answered. "Ok I'll be waiting by the exit" Sideswipe said, leaving the room.
"Thank you, for helping me" Mirage turned to Optimus. "Sorry I was difficult" Mirage apologized. "It's ok, I'm happy to help you" Optimus smiled. Playfully wrapping an arm around the youngling. Mirage laughed, as they both walked out into the main room. Where Sideswipe patiently waited. "Have fun, and don't tear up the streets" Optimus told the red spy. Before letting the ferrari leave with the corvette. "I won't!" Mirage peeled off with Sideswipe. Earning an optic roll from Optimus.
baciare il culo= Kiss ass