Hey Folks remember me! didn't think so ;p Well I'm sorry for the long wait, I've been caught up with my last few months left of college, but I refuse to discontinue this fic! anyway I'm sorry for not wokring longer on this. and I'm also sorry for Loco the Exclaimer, who wans't feeling too well during the time she was editing this chappie. But either way it's finished and reayd for your approval. so get reading or take a look at the comments for those of you who reviewed!

Kit572 - Good questions, as for Optimus, Ratchet and Bulhead, well they won't be arriving on Cybertron. Instead we're bringing Bee and Prowl to them! I know that last part with Bumblebee makes me sad as well. Poor little bee

Pretty Pessimist - Yeah that last chappie was a little depressing, kinda sad how al the bad things happen to wasp, don't ya think? ;p I'm glad you liked the BUMBL-B luvs Prowl part, it was so much fun to write and you could really feel the love in the air. Bumblebee really does care for Prowl. Now if only Prowl would return the affection ¬__¬

Carameldatsun - Yeah, creative wirting, good! Grammer? Not really my cup of tea, so it's a good thing I have Loco the Exclaimer to keep me in check. *hugs* I know, that last scene with Bumblebee was really sad, I'm suprised he actually took it better then most would. Still I might do something about Waps and the others during the climax. It won't be a happy ending with them still offline. hmm...*starts plotting*.... again thanx for waiting ^^

EnVyS pEt NeKo2 - hehe, I'm sorry you had to wait so long to find out who would be playing as M-O but the chappie is finally up and I hope you're not dissapointed for who've I've chosen to play the role. I just think it's cute who I picked, but then again I'm sure someone else might have played the part better. I'll let you be the judge.

White Tiger of the Night - Yep, poor Bee, stuck with a malfuctioning Wasp, that would push anyone over the edge. Oh well, I'm sure they saw each other as friends on some level. maybe ^^;. Still I'm not gonna count Wasp out just yet, I like writing about him too much to stop the fun there *grins evilly*

Foxyperv - Sad but true, at least bumblebee is finally seeing things straight now, and he can move on and let all his friends go. *goes into fangirl mode* and start a new life with his true luv Prowl! *slaps face* sorry, got caught up in the moment. No Optimus isn't gonna play as M-O but don't threat my friend, he's still in this chapter, I just got somone else to play the role as M-O. I hope you're not dissapointed with the results.

TFAMisteryFan#1 - ....um OK. I'm not sure what I said creeped you out, but in any case I apoligize for upsetting you. If it was about my comment refferin gto everyone as 'guys'. Well where I come from guys, is a way of speaking to a large group of people, not another form of reffering to males. Moving on, I'm glad you're enjoying the story and you're still sticking with us ^^ Bumblebee won't admit his luv just yet. but be patient, I'm building my way up ^^

Turtlegirl - sorry for the long non updates, but as I've said before Loco and I seem to both have been occupied one way or another. Don;t threat, we're not making this a habbit, it's jsut bad timing on my part. anyway I'm glad the wait was worth it and you're still with us. I know! Sam's death in 'I am Legend' made me cry more then any other scene. I luv that dog! R.I.P little buddie TT____TT.

Dreamkitty26 - I know this story just gets sadder and sadder with each chapter. But not to worry! It gets better from here! with more humour and more action awaiting ^^

Iwillalwaysbeleave - It seems I've been making everyone cry with these last few chapters. But do not threat, it's get better from here. Now that Bumblebee is surroudned by new friends and foes, the fun just keeps on rolling. This is gonna be so funny to write the next few chapters XD

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Wall-e or transformers beyond buying the films (I don't evne have an action figure T_T Curse me parents for thinking I'm too old for one!)

Also this is probably the first chapter without anytihng depressing so enjoy.

Chapter Four – Teletran-1

In deep space, wandering through the unknown regions was a small red and yellow Autobot spaceship that went by the name of Teletran-1. When the Autobots left Cybertron, there were many other soldiers who followed the Elite Guard into battle against the Decepticons. But there were also fewer squads that were assembled with the hopeless task of searching for the Allspark. Over the stellar cycles, their purpose lost meaning, as the Allspark was believed to have been lost forever. The groups were then reassigned to scout each region, searching for a new base or more allies to help in their never-ending war against the Decepticons.

The leader of this small group was Optimus Prime, once a proud Elite Guard commander. A born leader and excellent strategist, Optimus worked alongside Ultra Magnus himself, leader of all Autobots. Optimus rose through the ranks of the academy with the highest marks, as well as being the most dedicated and talented warrior to ever enter the ranks. But alas, all his hard work soon collapsed on him. For reasons Optimus never explained, he was thrown out of the Elite Guard and positioned as the commander of Telatran-1 ever since.

Optimus stood onboard the ship now, watching the other mechs and femmes practice their combat skills in the hologram training room. From the other side of the glass wall, Optimus looked down on all of his troops, analysing their skills, weak points, and overall abilities. Despite this, his head kept tilting to the computer screen next to him. A letter addressed to Optimus showed itself there, from command, the Elite Guard symbol on one corner of the page.

Suddenly a new bot entered through the sliding doors. “You alright Prime?”

Optimus jumped. “Oh Ratchet! I didn’t hear you come in.” He quickly shut off the monitor and turned to the medic, giving him his full attention.

The red and white Autobot Ratchet was far older then Optimus himself and one of the few bots that had actually been online during the time of the Great War. Stellar cycles ago the Elite Guard tried to make him enter early retirement. It was partly considering how many years of work and effort Ratchet had put into protecting any and all Autobots, but mainly because of their fear of how the war had effected the older mech’s mind. It had been some repetitive cycles as Ratchet refused to leave his post as long as the war continued. Fearing for the aged mech’s circuits, he was instead forced into working on Teletraan-1, and had been there ever since.

“You shouldn’t bother kid; I read that letter before it ever reached you.” He chuckled, motioning to the closed screen Optimus didn’t want him to see.

“What?” Optimus was shocked to know Ratchet about the message.

“I’m the medic on this ship; the Elite Guard needs my approval that you’re in tiptop shape before they even consider reinstating you.” The aged mech noted dryly.

“So, you do know.” Optimus whispered dryly. “And you gave them permission to send me this notice?” He glared at Ratchet, feeling anything but gratitude as rage flowed through his circuits.

Ratchet only nodded in response, his hard optics burning back into Prime’s own. Optimus eventually dropped his gaze to the floor, all hatred he felt for Ratchet that moment withering to be replaced by guilt. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me Ratchet, but I’m happy piloting Teletran-1.”

“What’s wrong, Prime? You don’t sound too thrilled.” He placed a gentle hand on the Prime’s shoulder. “After so many stellar cycles onboard this ship, they’ve finally admitted they need our help in this war. Isn’t that what you wanted, to go back?”

“It’s not that easy Ratchet.” Optimus shrugged the other’s hand off his shoulder and walked back to the screen, where he could see the bots training. “If they finally decided to reinstate me, I’ll need to lead a new crew into battle. I just, don’t want to make the same mistake again.” His optics wandered over each soldier, but in his head he was looking at a different group entirely, a group he lost long ago.

“We may not be much, but every bot on this ship is prepared to do their part in the war and follow you to the end.” Ratchet moved closer to the screen, crossing his arms as he too inspected the troupe’s abilities and strengths.

“Hmm, I admit they’re all qualified and determined, but…”

Out of the corner of his optics, Ratchet analyzed Optimus as he turned away from the one-way window.

“They see each other as rivals. They’re all fighting for the right to leave this ship and go back onto the battlefield. There’s the problem. They don’t have the value of team work that’s required in a squad.”

“They’re still young, they’ll learn.” Ratchet noted, trying to cheer Optimus up, if even a little. “And more importantly, they’ll have you to teach them.”

“Ultra Magnus told me not all the troops had to be soldiers. Ratchet, would you…” Ratchet’s optics hardened, quickly figuring out what Optimus was about to ask of him.

“Sorry Prime, not this time.” He quickly responded, not giving Prime the chance to finish his proposal.

“Don’t you miss the action Ratchet?” Optimus turned to his medic and gave the other his full attention. “All I’ve ever heard from you in stellar cycles is how unfair it was that the Elite Guard forced you to leave before you willingly decided to walk away.”

“Yes, yes I did, but that was a long time ago, when I still had more spark energy in my chamber.” He scratched an old war wound on his arm. “I may not be ready to join the Well of All Sparks just yet, but I can’t rejoin the team, not anymore. I’d like to think I’ve done enough in my entire career to deserve a peaceful rest.”

Optimus smiled with pride, knowing more then anyone how much Ratchet put into his work as a solider. All he could say was, “I understand.”

Ratchet’s eyes hardened once again as he moved closer to Optimus. “I can’t watch your back forever Prime. If you expect to be a commander again, then you need to learn that you’re the one who has to do the looking out for now on.” He suddenly smiled. “I know you’ll do fine.”

The ship’s monitor suddenly lit up, displaying radar of a small aircraft drifting closer to their own ship.

“Scouting ship requesting landing permission.” A robotic voice from the computer informed both mechs.

Ratchet glanced over at the monitor, chuckling once he saw a familiar ship code. “Well, look who finally decided to return home.”

Reading the code name for himself, Optimus smiled, recognizing the ship’s code. Their old friend had finally decided to return home. “Prowl!”

“I better go meet him in the docking bay. If the ship’s making the request and not Prowl, then something must be wrong.” Turning his back to Optimus, Ratchet made his way to the doors. “He’s either here for repairs or found another ‘lead’.” He sighed, putting emphasis on the last word.

Optimus stayed where he was for a few more cycles, knowing full well that everyone on the ship had given up hope on ever finding the Allspark. To them, the Allspark was just a legend and nothing more, so they put all their work and effort into discovering a new world to act as a new base, and setting up space bridges so the other Autobot warriors could make their way to their coordinates. Yet Prowl was a completely different matter. While other seekers searched for new planets and resources, only one continued to search for the Allspark, refusing to believe it didn’t exist.

“You are also the source of hope on this ship Prowl.” Optimus spoke aloud as the ship came closer. “Whenever the odds were against us, you managed to generate a spark of hope in any Autobot. At one point I truly believed the Allspark really did exist.” Optimus remembered every time Prowl ever returned to the ship was because of an injury he sustained in battle with a Decepticon or an alien creature he encountered. “Prowl, you inspire everyone, but…”

Closing the window screen behind him, Optimus took control of communications. “This is Teletran-1 Optimus Prime speaking, you have clearance for landing.”

With that said he turned off the screen and exited the room, pausing only to silently whisper, “How long can you keep doing this until you finally lose hope in the AllSpark…and yourself?”

Bumblebee was awed by what he saw all around him. Space was far bigger then he could have ever imagined, the stars were much larger then he originally anticipated, and there were many more wonders that he could ever have imagined back on Cybertron. Since their departure form bumblebee’s home planet, the ship moved faster then before, flying through galaxy after galaxy, nearly tearing Bumblebee to pieces in the process.

Once the ship slowed down, there was no gravity keeping Bumblebee restrained, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the advantages of an endless vacuum. He couldn’t open the hatch of the space ship without the proper access code, so to pass the time he gave into temptation and embraced freedom for the first time in his life cycle.

“I’m really here; I’m up here in space.” A single drop of energon lubricant leaked into his glass optic lens.

Everything was indescribable. There was nothing to keep Bumblebee still or in one place; he was vaguely aware of gravity, but to actually experience a world without something pulling you down was like being given all the freedom in the galaxy.

The cosmos was constantly changing. Not all the stars stayed still like they did back home; much like himself, they were swimming through the darkness of space, lighting their own path and going anywhere they chose. In just this short trip, Bumblebee had seen new constellations, comets and even other planets he didn’t know were there.

More importantly, Bumblebee was living his wildest dream. He couldn’t help but tear up. Believing he was going to be stuck on Cybertron until the day he went offline, he almost nearly lost all hope of having a real adventure.

There was only one thing that could possibly make this scene perfect, but unfortunately for Bumblebee that thing was locked inside the space ship. Holding tightly to the railing, Bumblebee pulled himself further up the ship to where the locked doors stood shut, preventing him form entering.

Taking out his trademark stingers, Bumblebee silently whispered, “Alright ship, open up, ‘cause you got someone I really need to see.” Aiming for the control console, Bumblebee’s attack blasted the glass screen offline.

The lights dimmed and the panel shut down. Grinning in victory Bumblebee positioned himself against the flat surface next to the doors and manually tried to force the doors open himself.

“Come on door, budge!” Pushing both doors aside, Bumblebee managed to make a small gap in-between them and get his fingers in enough to properly grip both sides and push them apart.

Suddenly sparks admitted from the control console and the panel was brought back online, causing Bumblebee to freeze as he whispered, “That can’t be good.”

Just like the last time, Bumblebee tried to jump start Prowl, but the ship too absorbed his energy and released it back in one strong burst, directly at him. Zapped by his own attack, the electricity ran through Bumblebee’s entire frame, pushing him backwards and away from the doors, which quickly snapped shut.

Bumblebee screamed as he was flung backwards, but more than that, he’d lost his hold on the ship. Tumbling down the shaft, he quickly reacted and tried grabbing onto one of the many railings as his back hit each one. Frantically missing, Bumblebee tried a mixture of a crawling and swimming movement in mid space to try and reach one of the ladder’s rungs. But with no momentum, he couldn’t push or pull himself foreword. Luckily, his servo brushed against one of the metal poles and he quickly grabbed on, then hung onto it for dear life.

“Is it just me or is this thing moving faster?” Bumblebee tried to reach out with his other hand to get a proper grip on the railing, but his arm was thrown aside by how fast they were flying.

Glancing upwards in the ship’s current direction, Bumblebee gasped at what waited ahead of them. A red and yellow ship, larger than Prowl’s scouting pod, coming closer and closer. The ship was more advanced then the old vehicles Bumblebee had grown accustomed to back on Cybertron.

“Prowl, I sure hope these are the good guys.” Bumblebee whispered, only to realize that he was still floating in deep space with the ship flying away without him.

Bumblebee tried to crawl in mid space back to the railing, only to find that he couldn’t quite reach and the space ship was drifting rather away with each passing second.

“Hey! Wait! You’re missing a passenger here!” Quickly activating his turbo boosters, Bumblebee propelled himself forward and gripped the ladder for dear life, failing to notice the small amount of damage done to his jets during takeoff.

“Bulkhead, this is Prime, over.” Optimus called over the intercom screen in the docking bay.

“Optimus Prime sir, what can I do for you?” Said the green mech receiving the call.

“Looks like Prowl’s back from another mission, either for supplies or repair; as usual I’m putting you in charge of watching over Prowl during his stay. Ratchet has also requested that you go through the decontaminating procedure; we can’t risk Prowl bringing in any organic bacteria that could infect our ship.”

“You can trust me Optimus Prime, sir.” Bulkhead saluted, taking his job with pride.

“You don’t have to keep calling me sir, Bulkhead, we’ve known each other for a long time.” The transmission ended.

“Yes, Optimus.” Bulkhead felt weird not calling Optimus sir, but he was filled with pride knowing Optimus held him with such high regard.

Suddenly the computer’s voice filled the docking bay. “Opening main hanger, scouting pod preparing for landing.”

“Here we go.” Bulkhead flexed his wrist as he took his place in line with the other maintenance bots, in charge of taking care of any and all ships that were in need of repair or restocking and fuelling.

Bulkhead recognised this particular pod all too well, there was no doubt it belonged to their best scout Prowl. Onboard this ship, Prowl was legendary for being one of the few scouts who didn’t give up their job, or mysteriously go missing on a mission and never returning. Prowl was aware of all the risks he took searching for the Allspark, but he saw every mission as a challenge to overcome and this inspired others. Prowl wasn’t aware of it, but he gave everyone a glimmer of hope that he would eventually find the Allspark. At least, Bulkhead believed in Prowl and the Allspark.

“Here comes the old coot now.” His co-workers snickered beside him, but once Bulkhead raised his fist, they immediately fell silent again.

The ship hovered in the docking bay, before elegantly lowering itself onto the platform. The ship was then tightly secured on to its stand and the doors opened.

“Landing complete, please begin decontamination.” Immediately all the mechs and femmes sprinted from their position in line, and began cleaning and inspecting the ship.

Bulkhead however stood perfectly still, watching in curiosity; even though the ship’s doors had opened, Prowl had yet to make his appearance.

Walking back to the computer, Bulkhead activated his commutation radio with the scouting ship. “Prowl, this is Bulkhead, are you okay?”

Instead of Prowl’s levelled toned voice, he was greeted by Prowl’s ship itself. “Voice analysis now complete, subject confirmed as worker bot Bulkhead from Teletran-1. Now safe to deploy scout pilot, Prowl.” With that said the computer turned off the connection

“Deploy pilot? Is Prowl injured?” Bulkhead asked worriedly.

Rushing past the smaller workers Bulkhead none-too-gracefully made his way to the landing platform where the ship’s platform was, where a ramp had now lowered itself. Connected to a pulley system, Prowl was lowered onto the ground in front of Bulkhead; only for some reason he was in bike mode and he was completely silent.

“Prowl, are you okay?” Bulkhead reached out to his superior, but Prowl didn’t respond.

Turning away Bulkhead shouted to the nearest guard below, “I’ll need an analysis bot once the decontamination stage is complete.” The guard nodded before wheeling away to alert the rest of the crew.

“Ok, let’s get started.” Bulkhead moved away from Prowl and lifted one of his powerful arms.

Hitting with a punching movement his palm suddenly detached from the rest of his arm, connected to a thick cable. It flew nearly halfway across the room, before grabbing one of the tools from the table there. Retracting the same hand, it shot back with the same amount of force and reattached itself to Bulkhead’s arm.

Hidden underneath the wing of the ship, Bumblebee hung on for dear life as he watched all the Autobots work underneath him. There were more bots in this one hanger then Bumblebee would have guessed, meaning he couldn’t act too reckless in his rescue attempt to free Prowl and escape the ship as quickly as possible (assuming these bots were the bad guys).

“Don’t worry Prowl; I’ll get us out of here, just as soon as I find you.” To be truthful Bumblebee couldn’t get an exact reading on Prowl’s location since he was too busy trying not to get spotted by all the bots who were inspecting the ship.

Spotting a few of the cleaning crew coming closer to his location, Bumblebee guessed he wasn’t about to be stayed hidden for too long.

“Oh, slag! I don’t have time for this!” He hissed, watching the mechs run along the ship’s body to wash each section with care.

Growing ever more nervous, Bumblebee quickly scanned the many platforms around him of worker drones, until he saw an abandoned sector on the ground where oil drums were stored.

Bumblebee suddenly grinned, whispering, “That’ll work.” Taking his chances, he released his hold on the ship’s wing and dropped onto the closest platform.

He made sure he was unseen, then activated the wheels connected to his feet and glided across the railing, where he spotted the next platform below him. He jumped down, and landed soundlessly before moved along to the next flooring, just as quickly and silently, so as not to be caught.

Reaching the final platform, Bumblebee ran along the bridge and jumped over the railing. He fell several feet, before landing next to the stacked oil barrels and quickly hiding behind them.

Bulkhead lowered his cleaning tool, having now fully removed Prowl of all bacteria, disease and any other organic contaminations. Checking his scanner, he was pleased to hear that Prowl was fully 100% clean and in perfect condition.

“Maintenance bot Bulkhead!” Knowing it was the analysis bot/nurse Red Alert, Bulkhead happily moved aside, only to freeze when he saw the most skilled medibot standing next to her.

“Ratchet, sir!” Bulkhead immediately saluted them both. “I didn’t expect you to be down here for such a small task.”

“Firstly, don’t call me sir, I work for a living!” He glared at the larger mech, feeling anything but intimidated. “Second, I’ll decide what’s important around here!”

Red Alert silently giggled behind her hand, motioning for Bulkhead not to take her superior’s attitude too seriously.

“Besides,” Ratchet actually smiling signalled to the paralysed mech before them. “You’re not the only one who’s grown attached to Prowl over the stellar cycles. And if Prowl’s in this state then he must be badly damaged.”

Looking over his shoulder, he gave Red Alert a silent nod of permission to start diagnosing Prowl. Without hesitation the femme unleashed a medical tool from her hand and began working on Prowl.

Bulkhead stepped back so the two medibots had more space to work, he proudly stated, “He’s all yours.” Over the years, Bulkhead had been elected not only as a maintenance bot, but also as Prowl’s protector and guardian while he was aboard their ship, so Bulkhead quietly observed and waited for the signal to transport Prowl out of the hanger.

Out of nowhere, Bulkhead’s more-than-sensitive audio receptors suddenly picked up a repeating sound of dripping liquid in the area. Immediately forgetting Prowl and his post, Bulkhead focused all of his attention on the rapid leaking of a lubricant-like substance that no one else seemed to be aware of.

“What is that!?” Clutching his head in pain, Bulkhead tried to drown out the repeating patter of a splatting noise.

Scanning his surroundings, Bulkhead tried to find the source of the unusual sounds; but with so many bots and equipment about, it was near impossible to pinpoint its location.

“I’ll be right back!” Bulkhead hollered at the two mechs, before transforming into a green metallic truck, unknown to Ratchet and Red Alert who were too absorbed in Prowl’s mysterious condition.

Shifting into drive, Bulkhead rolled down the many levels of ramps as he made his way to the bottom floor, where the sound got louder and louder. He also noticed several drops of oil littered along each of the lower platforms, forming a trail to the lower levels, and decided to follow them.

From Bumblebee’s hiding spot behind the barrels, he had a perfect view of the entire docking area. He quickly counted the lack of number in guards around the hanger, as well as the large number of maintenance and cleaning bots at work on ships and equipment alike. There were several hiding places and many opportunities for him to sneak anywhere out of the room without being noticed.

“But I still don’t see Prowl.” Just as he whispered it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of black and gold out of the corner of his optics, far above him.

Tilting his helm up, Bumblebee was shocked to see Prowl’s bike mode a few platforms above him, where a mech and femme were inspecting his unmoving form. The nursebot was scanning his bike mode with a blue light, similar to his own, and actually touching his wiring, much to Bumblebee’s annoyance.

“What does that femme think she’s doing messing with my Prowl?” Bumblebee hissed from his position, practically feeling the oil in his tubes boiling in rage.

Suddenly his faceplate heated up in embarrassment as he whispered, “Did I just say my Prowl?” Going stiff, Bumblebee quickly shook the ridiculous thought out of his processor and went back to glaring at the same bots above him that were still touching Prowl.

The nursebot suddenly jumped back in either shock or pain. Bumblebee, thinking it was because she got electrocuted by Prowl’s security system chuckled amusedly, “Serves you right.”

Bumblebee was quickly muted when he caught sight of the femme’s optics, suddenly lit brighter in surprise, motioning to the older mech to look over her shoulder. She silently whispered something to the medibot, who in turn gasped in equal amount of shock. Bumblebee couldn’t make sense of their actions, but his inner voice told him something wasn’t right.

The two bots each took hold of Prowl’s form, and, taking one of the many hovering trolleys around the area, pushed him onto it and secured him inside, before driving away with him.

Bumblebee’s optics dilated in both fear and shock as he jumped out from his hiding spot behind the oil barrels, and he could only watch as Prowl was being delivered out of the room.

His optics hardened and he shouted, “Oh no you don’t!” He then ran after the pair, only to stop in hid tracks by a loud cry.

“Look out, it’s collapsing!” The voice came from above the yellow mech.

The ground suddenly shook violently and rattled loudly. Looking up, Bumblebee could see one of the platforms crumbling; as the metal supports snapped, the flooring cracked and several mechs fell several feet along with the platform.

Quickly reacting, Bumblebee unleashed his wheels to skate away, only to slip on a pool of oil-like substance left on the floor. Falling on his back, he could only scream as the shards of metal fell faster and closer, about to crush him.

“Hold on little buddy!” A wrecking ball suddenly passed over Bumblebee’s optics and threw the pillars across the room, where they collided with the nearest wall.

The rest of the flooring grew closer and was about to flatten him, when suddenly a green blur passed over him and caught the heavy platform. Tilting his head further back, he gasped upon seeing the biggest bot he had ever laid his optics on. The green mech towered over Bumblebee’s smaller, yellow form; with enough strength to not only support the flooring that nearly landed on him, but also the mechs on top of it.

“You all right, little buddy?” The big guy asked kindly, to which Bumblebee could only nod his head in response.

The bulky mech gently lowered the platform away from Bumblebee and helped each of the injured mechs and femmes off the flooring just as the medic crew arrived on the scene.

“Are all you mechs this big in space?” Bumblebee asked in astonishment; he was very much aware that Prowl was taller than him, but he just assumed the other mech was naturally tall. Having left Cybertron, Bumblebee was now fully aware of how bigger all the other bots were compared to his own lithe form.

Dropping the metal plate, Bulkhead laughed in response and said, “You’re not from around here are you little guy? My name’s Bulkhead by the way.” Extending his arm, he took Bumblebee’s smaller servo and effortlessly helped the other to his feet.

“Yeah, my name’s Bumblebee.” He smiled, shaking the green mech’s giant servo in greeting. Perhaps these bots weren’t as dangerous Bumblebee first anticipated.

“Ouch!” Hissing in pain, Bumblebee removed his hand and glanced down at his arm, surprised to find a crack along his armour where oil began leaking out. “Man, don’t tell me I slipped on my own oil. I must have injured myself during takeoff.” He mumbled, watching small drops of oil leak form his frame and hit the ground

He was, however, unaware that Bulkhead’s large form suddenly froze in response once the leaking stated again.

Bulkhead’s tempered jaw clenched. “You!” He shouted pointing at Bumblebee’s shocked faceplate.

“Me?” The smaller mech questioned confusedly, pointing a finger at himself.

Bulkhead looked over Bumblebee’s leaking arm and immediately noticed the oil that was running over his yellow armour and pooling along the floor. Noticing the larger mech’s reaction, Bumblebee pressed his servo firmly over his cracked armour to stop the leaking.

“Look what you did!” Bulkhead pulled out some cleaning supplies from his chest and frantically began scrubbing the floor, until the oil stain was removed from the steel floor, which shined with a sparkle finish.

Bumblebee watched the bot work and couldn’t help but find his response to a little mess amusing. Letting go of his injured arm, he let it spill again on the same spot Bulkhead just cleaned, merely watching the droplets splash about.

“Stop that!” The larger bot grumped as he cleaned the same spot again, scrubbing harder so the floor’s square was clean and white again.

Chuckling, Bumblebee looked at his at his other hand, which he just noticed was coated with oil from where he gripped his wound. He waved his hand in front of Bulkhead’s face, and once he’d caught his attention, flicked the lubricant at Bulkhead’s faceplate.

The taller mech gasped in shock and quickly started scrubbing his face plate to get rid of the oil before it had time to form a stain. Scrubbing too hard, Bulkhead screamed in pain when the chemical entered his optics and stared burning.

Laughing uncontrollably, Bumblebee fell on his back and continued laughing like a protoform that just heard his very first joke. Curling into a ball, he continued to laugh uncontrollably, watching Bulkhead prance around looking for anything to wipe his optics with.

“Red Alert! You get Prowl to the Intel ward where no one will be allowed to see him. Keep him locked in and don’t open the door for anyone until I get Prime down here!”

The aged voice caught Bumblebee’s attention, as well as the sight of a golden and black bike being wheeled out of the room. The two medibots gave no acknowledgement of the crisis that nearly occurred. Instead the nurse focused all her attention on pushing Prowl out of the room, while the red mech ran in the other direction to get this so-called ‘Prime’ character.

“Huh? Hey!” Jumping to his feet, Bumblebee changed into car mode and chased after the bots, just as they exited the hanger.

Having removed the spray from his optics, Bulkhead was about to give the mysterious yellow mech a lecture on such misbehaviour, only to find said mech missing and a trial of oil in the direction of the hanger doors.

“Little buddy!” Fearing for the foreign mech’s safety, Bulkhead transformed into his own vehicle mode and chased after Bumblebee into the very heart of the ship.

As well as cleaning up the various spills Bumblebee left behind.

I hope you enjoyed this latest chapte,r and agian thanx for sticking with this depsite the wait. I'd also like to thank Loco for getting this finished for uploading. and to all of those who reviewed last chapter and those who are just reading. Every support counts.

Yeah, tune in next time for "the chase" where Bumblebee goes after Prowl and finally brings him back online - and the people rejoiced *Fans: cheering* (it's a joke, you might no get it ^^;) but Bee uncovers a more sinister plot when he learns somone is after the Allspark! Dundundun!

Hope that last sentence doens't leave you impatient LOL! ;p