I'm back! *finally...*

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present you a new chapter of the story, from the episode Masters and Students.

Guest657856 (if you can read my reply): yeah I'll be honest I took the idea of Gogo Tomago into Kal. But I assure you they're two different characters. Entirely different characters.

"RAF!"

I shriek at the top of my throat, glaring furiously through the clouds of scale-down explosion resulted by Raf's failed science project, a model of volcano, which just melted down.

He glances over at me guiltily, and at the little transparent plastic model of a fighter jet. My own project.

"Did you just blew my project up?" I hiss at a higher-than normal tone at him, squinting my eyes through the fading clouds and dump the remote control in my hands. He shudders with an alarmed face, packed with guilt.

"Hold still, Bulkhead! Jupiter needs its Red Spot," there comes Miko Nakadai's voice from a corner, who's working on her project on the Solar System.

"What… in the AllSpark is going on here?" Ratchet asked tiredly.

"Our projects are due tomorrow," Jack explains, who's working just a few feet away from me with Arcee. "Maybe it's one of these tubes that'll work," she picks up a metal tube that might be a component of Jack's project.

"Um, you're a motorcycle, Arcee. Shouldn't you know how to build a motorcycle engine?" Jack laughs nervously.

"You're a human, Jack. Can you build me a small intestine?" Arcee retorts.

"Well, you can't work on these projects in here, you're – making a mess!" Ratchet exclaims after observing what we've been doing.

"But the science fair is a big part of our grade!" Raf explains.

"Yeah, if Bulkhead doesn't help me finish this model of our Solar System - "

"Oh? And what does Bulkhead know of your Solar System, or Bumblebee of your volcanoes, or - "

"Arcee of our motorcycles?" Jack finishes Ratchet's line.

"Precisely! We're not Earthlings, and they're not scientists."

"But the Autobots are their guardians, Ratchet, would it hurt if they learn by helping our young friends with their school work?" Optimus, who's standing behind a frantic Ratchet asks.

"Well, maybe our young friends should try learning more of Cybertron!" Ratchet says.

"I'm learning, doc, can't you see my working station?" I point over to a table beside his control, covered in tools and stuff and an experiment I've been working on recently, which Ratchet and the other Autobots agreed on letting me make a scale-down replica of their blasters, after they've seen what I could do with their normal-sized ones, which were far too large for me to handle.

"The point of the project is to present something we humans can accept, Ratchet, and we're on the edge of finishing," Jack assures and explains to the Autobot medic.

"If Raf didn't just blew up mine," I add sharply, with anger still boiling in my chest.

"Kal…" Raf took my arm and looks at me in pleas for forgive. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"That took months to make, you know." I stare at him. He looks down. What's done is done, my work is doomed in one single blow.

"Well, then, just – don't make a mess here," Ratchet concludes and rolls his eyes, clearly unsatisfied with the outcome of letting us continue our works in the base.

I roll my eyes and sigh, and walk back to where I've been testing my project.

I'll explain our projects: Raf is trying to make a model of volcano. Miko wants to make a model of the Solar System. Jack thinks that he can try to present a motorcycle engine about how it works, and I decided to make a model of a fighter jet out of transparent plastic, so people can see the inner structures and components, and get a clear view of how the engines and guns work.

Raf, standing by his melted down model is clearing the mess up while I gather what remains of my destroyed work.

"That's not how you do it," I sigh, and walk over to his working place, helping him cover up his work with newspapers in attempt to rebuild it. At first he's quite quiet, then he finally asks, "Are you – not mad at me now? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"I'm still angry," I say. "Well – not as much now. You have work."

"You too, Kal. Maybe you should focus on your project right now, Bee and I can handle this."

"Never mind that. I'll throw the bike in," I reply curtly. Yeah, my magnetic suspension bike, the one that can go 100+mph.

"But you did that last year," Raf reminds me, and tries to suppress a smile.

"Nonsense. It's not the same. It goes faster, and I added in speed marker," I argue, but couldn't help but smile as well. Too lazy for an excuse of throwing in old assignment.

Yeah, put that smile more on your face, Kal. You look better that way, Bee joins in.

I pile a few pieces of newspapers onto the volcano and keep it upright. "That's not really my thing." I shudder, putting an end to the subject. Smiley faces aren't for me, and really – that's not the normal posture of face muscles when smiling.

Hey, have I ever told you guys about any other bots on Cybertron? Bee suddenly brings up.

"Tell it, bumblebee, I want to hear it!" Raf says.

Okay, so there's this guy from warrior class called Ironhide.

"Uh- huh," Raf says, encouraging Bee to continue, as I focus on his damaged project.

Ironhide's a real badass, having to be from warrior class, but you know my only impression to him? Bee transforms his hand and reveals the blasters under his forearm armor. Ya feelin' lucky, punk?

It takes me quite a damn lot to suppress a laughter. Mimicing a serious face? The doesn't go well with Bee's cute one.

"Really, Bumblebee? Then how do you make warrior class?" Raf asks a matter-of-factly.

Well, first you have to get through boot camp, then you have to be really badass.

"But I've seen you in action, you're awesome!" Raf exclaims, and slaps another newspaper on the opening of the volcano, as I tear some duct tape and stick them around the wrapped model.

I sure am, but…

"I second your opinion, Raf, but Autobot life cycles are much longer than those of humans, and though it may be hard to believe, our young scout still has much to experience," Optimus joins in and explains to us.

All of a sudden the alarms ring again. "Exposed energon," Ratchet explains to us the cause of the sound. "And it's on the move."

"And since we're not moving it, guess who may be," Bulkhead says and walks over to Ratchet's monitors.

"Decepticons," Arcee finishes the line.

"Without Megatron?" Miko asks at her working station.

"Unfortunately, Megatron's legacy will move on as others rise to take his place," Optimus answers her question, and I decide to turn my focus back on Raf's work. "Autobots, you have projects to do. Ratchet, I may require your aid."

"Science project is part of their grade… perhaps I'm better suited remaining behind and, advise," Ratchet says.

Uh-oh, trouble, my heart gave a nasty little comment, and I silently prayed that wouldn't be true. I had too much trouble over the last couple of days working on my blaster experiments with Ratchet's 'guide'.

"Very well," there came Optimus' agreement on Ratchet's suggestion, and I groaned loudly in my mind. "Bumblebee, let us see to this energon transit."

Bee get onto his feet, and nods at his commander. Ratchet fires up the ground bridge, and they are sent to their designated destination.

"We better hurry, it's four now." I take a quick glance at my watch. "Your project takes a lot of time to do."

"As I can see, Kallistrate," Ratchet walks over and checks on us. I knit my brows lightly – I normally don't have the best impressions on people who call me by the full name. "We're running out of time now, so maybe can you pass your work over to me so I can help fix it?"

He reaches out a giant metal palm, which I stare at awkwardly for a few seconds, trying to decide if I should give him it. Then finally I go back to my working station and fetch him my broken down fighter jet model.

"Mm-hmm." He takes a close speculation at my work. "That's pretty good workmanship by human standards, although it's broken. I can help you mend it, that won't take long."

I stand quite awkwardly, trying to swallow his words when my mind flies to the not-too-good help outcomes with my work in the past few days. In the end I nod awkwardly, and turn back to Raf.

The others at their own working stations turn their focus onto Ratchet and us. The bots go to Ratchet's place and observe him working, while Jack and Miko drop their work and check on us.

"Is there any problem, Kal? You don't sound… quite want Ratchet to help," he whispers, and peers over his shoulder at the three Autobots uneasily.

"Yeah, Ratchet is good at science. He can probably help you score well," Miko adds in. "Talking about that, now I think I want some good grades from him."

"Well… you know the blasters I'm making?" I say lowly, and they nod and bend closer to me to hear clearly as I twirl a fringe behind my ear uneasily. "Ratchet says the workmanship is good, but well… his mind doesn't go exactly the same way."

"What do you mean?" Jack asks.

Before I can utter another work Ratchet says, "Kallistrate, your project is fixed, and I made some amendments to it. It should be better for presentation."

At the word 'amendments' I almost faint. No, not again.

But I mange to squeeze a sound of gratitude to him, and he packs my work into a box before I can even take a better look at it. Then for the rest of the day I witness him taking over Raf, Jack and Miko's projects one by one, which well, all of them don't look quite the same as they're meant to be like.

When it's time for us to go, Jack comes to us. "I think I get what you meant now," Jack mutters in my ear, as we all get our own packed projects and try to load them into our own bots in their car form. Bumblebee hasn't returned with Optimus yet, and Raf and I are made to go with Bulk and Miko.

"Hey, Raf, Kal! We're ready to go now, c'mon!" Miko calls for us at the door.

"One moment," I call out, and forcibly push Raf's overlarge brand new model into Bulk's trunk. I slam down the trunk hood, and the three of us get on. Jack has already disappeared from base with Arcee, probably going back home.

"But I haven't tried on that… 'volcano' myself," Raf squeaks in my ear on our way home. "And the model doesn't seem really like… earthly."

"Yeah, and I think my model looks nothing like Solar System," Miko complains in the front seat. "It looks more like an unfinished Mars."

I bit my lip. Mine don't go any better than theirs anyway. Let's hope we can still score a good mark.

Bumblebee isn't there to pick the Raf and I up, both going back to school and leaving, and Bulkhead takes the duty instead.

While we get back to base after school with a not-too-great mood, Ratchet seems to be excited and eager to know our results. Our first greeting line once we get off the cars goes, "Well? How are my – our projects received?"

The four humans stare at each other awkwardly. Then Jack and Miko explain to Ratchet our kinda embarrassing presentations:

Everyone in the presentation room casted Miko a really, really weird look and at her planet mode when it was her turn to present. Finally the head of our school's science department, Mr. Smith asked, "Miss Nakadai, what planet would that be?"

Miko hesitated for a moment, and Jack, Raf and I prayed silently she wouldn't mess up. But eventually it was impossible for her. "Um… Cybertron?" she squeaks. At the word the model even broke apart.

Obviously she couldn't have scored a good mark with that.

Then it was Jack's turn. His so-called motorcycle engine looked nothing like it frankly.

"It's… large, Mr. Darby, but is it operational?" Mr. Smith queries.

How I wish we all knew how to make it work. Unfortunately, Jack didn't seem like the one, and once he clicked the power button on, it went busting around like a mad Autobot trying to transform inside a box, bumping everywhere. It even broke the room door.

He couldn't have scored well either, and I hoped he didn't need to pay for the door.

I could've sworn when it was my turn to go out, the three of them looked beaten down and pale, and I was probably in no better state.

My former model of a fighter jet looked more like the one of the alien drone ships I've seen in the movie Alien by then. People didn't seem to be quite expecting what I brought.

"It looks… new, Miss Malsky. Is it another of your invention like your bike?"

I gripped my fist tighter than ever, wanting to hide myself in a hole badly. But that was impossible, and I bit the bullet and activated the remote control. The product took flight at once but went out of control almost instantly, and it blew the teacher's desk up.

Mr. Smith never seemed more alarmed or pissed. But it wasn't the end of the trouble just yet.

Raf's outcome was the worst, and took the us more than just a few lines of explanation. His 'volcano' – by then made of metal, laser and Cybertronian military tech – actually blew the school roof up as if shooting a missile up, only the impact was worse. We were made to stay behind to explain our projects – and poor Raf had to clear up the roof, with me making up a story to take the blame for him. In the end the teachers sort of accepted the story, and I was forced to pay the maintenance fee for repairing the roof out of the scratches I made from fixing my schoolmates' electronics. I figured out I would have to starve for the rest of the month, while the teachers looked grumpy and not particularly pleased with the day.

When we finished our story, Ratchet doesn't seem any way more pleased either.

"Well, on our planet you would have been awarded the highest honors! Stupid Earth science…"

So, Ratchet sometimes really need to get his big head through situations...

That's it for today, it's a slightly shorter fanfiction. I will try to update it as soon as I can, though unfortunately, I think I'm starting to get ideas for the 2015 Robots in Disguise series. Sorry for being too easily distracted by things, I can almost feel like I'm having ADHD (yeah, no kidding, I did an online test with a positive result. Tho it said 'further confirmation from doctors is advised, the test is for reference' ;)).

Give patience... coming up will be from the episode Scrapheap.