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Chapter 5.

Coming clean.

Optimus growled again at his reflection, the pink still completely evidently noticeable. After six visits to the wash rack it still hadn’t budged and didn’t look like it was going too. So now here he stood with blue and red paint in hand ready to repaint himself. Setting the tins on the floor Prime bent down to take the lids off until his optics suddenly caught pink paint under his berth. Raising an optic he kneeled lower to get a better look and smiled as realisation kicked in.

“That sneaky little sparkling.” Optimus smiled.

Lounge

Bumblebee sat in the lounge watching Jazz flick through the channels, Hound and Smokescreen sat beside him as they all searched for something to watch. Jazz finally settled on a programme called Nick Canons Wild N Out and leaned back against the couch. Bumblebee twiddled his thumbs and looked up nervously as the lounge door opened revealing a tired looking Cliffjumper. The red mini-bot walked over to the Energon dispenser before taking a cube and sitting down on one of the chairs. Only to have it crumble beneath him sending him crashing to the floor his Energon cube spilling all over him.

“Yo ‘jumper you a’ight ?” Jazz asked.

“I’m gonna kill Sideswipe I swear I’m sick of this.” Cliffjumper raged.

“It wasn’t Sides.” Bumblebee muttered.

“Say what now little buddy.” Smokescreen asked.

“It wasn’t Sideswipe...” Bumblebee sighed.

“Then who Bee.”

Before Bumblebee could answer Optimus walked into the room and signalled for the sparkling to follow him. Bumblebee gulped before following after his creator, Optimus picked the yellow sparkling up setting him on his shoulder. Bumblebee began to twiddle his thumbs again as Optimus headed outside the base.

“Bumblebee I have discovered something of grave importance but I do not know how to explain it.” Optimus said seriously.

“What is it dad?” Bumblebee asked quietly.

“I have discovered that the twins have indeed been behind the latest range of pranks and they must be dealt with immediately.” Optimus replied.

“How or what are you going to do.”Bumblebee asked.

“We cannot let them continue this so I have decided to deactivate them.” Optimus said finally.

“WHAT?” Bumblebee yelled. “B-But you can’t...”

“Why can I not, they deserve to be punished.” Optimus replied.

“Because...Because...Because they didn’t do them.”

“Then who did Bumblebee.”

“...I...I did.”

“You did.” Optimus mock hurt. “Bumblebee I’m so disappointed in you.”

“I’m sorry I was just so bored and everybody treats me such a child and I’m not I’m nearly a Mech and I want to be treated like one.” Bumblebee confessed.

“I’m still very disappointed in you, you must be punished.” Optimus said dramatically.

“Please don’t deactivate me, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.” Bumblebee looked up at his dad. “You were only joking weren’t you?”

“Yes” Optimus nodded.

“You already knew didn’t you?”

Again Optimus nodded as he smiled.

“And you only said those things to get me to confess.” Bumblebee mumbled.

“Maybe this will teach you not to let others take the blame for the mistakes you do.” Optimus said.

“It did get a little too far; I really didn’t expect the Decepticons to attack.” Bumblebee added.

“I know you didn’t, next time you feel the artistic urge. Why don’t you ask Sunstreaker for a canvas?”

“That is if they talk to me.” Bumblebee sighed.

“I’m sure they will...In time, now let go back inside.”

Not far from where Optimus and Bumblebee had been, two Autobot’s had been eavesdropping around the corner and heard everything that had been said. The youngest turned to look at his older brother and grinned as a prank sketched its way into his processor. Sunstreaker grinned back at his plotting brother and stood up, dusting the dirt of his yellow paint.

“I actually didn’t think it was lil ‘bee.” Sunstreaker muttered.

“The little evil genius.” Sideswipe added.

“You do realise we have to get him back.”

“Yeah but how, we can’t do anything to harsh as he could get
hurt.”

“Hmm...I have the perfect Idea to the supplies cupboard.” Sunstreaker said dramatically.

“You know you really are a drama queen.” Sideswipe sighed.

“And you’re not.” Sunstreaker snorted. “I get it from you.”

“I think I got it from mum, or was it dad...I’m not actually too sure.” Sideswipe dwelled.

“You’re an idiot you know that right.”

“Yep but I’m you’re idiot.”

“Primus help me.”

“He can’t nobody can help you.” Sideswipe laughed evilly.

“And you call me the drama queen.”

Elsewhere.

Bumblebee sat with his creator Optimus Prime in the conference room, while Optimus did the paperwork. Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet and Jazz were with them and because of the pranks sitting here was his punishment. If there was ever a time for Bumblebee to start praying to primus it was now or else he was going to die from boredom.

“So it’s settled then, at the end of each week the rotas get changed.” Optimus said finally.

“And what off the brig duty rota.” Prowl asked.

“I say keep it as it is.” Ironhide grinned.

“You only wanna do that so ya only ‘ave to do brig duty once a week.” Jazz laughed.

“No I just want to spend more time with Chromia.” Ironhide retorted.

“Same thing big man.” Jazz laughed.

“Now onto more important matters, it turns out the twins creation day is coming up no doubt something big must be planned.” Optimus stated.

“Well that is going to be a day in pit.” Ratchet sighed.

“I second that.” Prowl added.

“Now enough after the past unfortunate events they do deserve a break.” Optimus defended.

“Ya mean after lil’ Bumblebee here set them up.” Jazz grinned.

“I never knew ya had it in you.”

“Thanks...I think.” Bumblebee replied, not quite sure whether to be thankful or not.

“So what do ya think we should do for ‘em.” Jazz asked.

“I say Ratchet should give them a painless check-up.” Ironhide joked only to have Ratchet whack him round the head with a wrench.

“You’re next check up is going to be murder.” Ratchet threatened.

“Jeez doc I was only joking.” Ironhide retorted.

“He does have a point Ratchet.” Bumblebee added.

“You have no say in this; I nearly busted a whole bunch of servos from the wash rack incident.” Ratchet snapped.

“Wait you have some.” Bumblebee’s optic widened.
“Eek.”

“Now Ratchet enough of the wrench throwing.”Optimus laughed.

Ratchet sat back in his chair and crossed his arms; the CMO threw glares at each individual at the table. Bumblebee merely shrugged in response before sinking deeper into his chair, Jazz grinned while Ironhide rubbed the back of his helm. Prowl glanced over at Optimus as they both shared a sigh and ‘rolled’ their optics, it was going to be a very long day.