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TFP- Out Of Sorts

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Part 3/8 of a Transformers: Prime fanfiction based after the events of episode 13 "Sick Mind"


"Optimus," Ratchet called, staring up at the translucent green monitors in the command centre. Arcee glanced across to him in vague interest, seated on the panelled floor with Raf perched on her knee, as the Autobot commander turned his attention toward the medic from the opposite side of the room. "We're getting a call from Agent Fowler on the priority line. Should I patch it through?"

"Proceed," Optimus replied, stepping forward with Bulkhead in tow. Miko and Jack were seated on the ex-Wrecker's broad shoulders, the latter still picking stones and dirt from the hems of his jeans after that afternoon's little escapade in the desert. Once they neared the control panels, Jack shot an inquisitive glance Arcee's way. She shrugged her shoulders in silent response, careful not to dislodge Raf with the movement.

The central monitor displayed a static image of the Autobot's 'liaison to the outside world'; the stern-faced government suit by the name of William Fowler. As Ratchet hit a key on the control panel, a second image popped up beside the photograph. This one was a fluctuating graph of levels, moving with accordance to the curt voice that abruptly cut across the comlink.

"Prime!"

"Jerk," muttered Bulkhead.

"Agent Fowler," Optimus began coolly, approaching the monitors as Ratchet stepped to one side. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Save it," Fowler's voice shot in irritable reply. "I don't know what language you 'bots speak on your planet, but you promised me that your little group would stay under the radar. On Earth, 'under the radar' does not mean speeding through city centres and committing just about every traffic violation known to man!"

"I am uncertain as to what you are referring," said Optimus, a hint of suspicion in his tone. Jack and Miko exchanged surprised looks, while Raf glanced uncertainly up at Arcee. The female Autobot's faceplates were arranged into an incredulous expression, mirroring those of Bulkhead and Ratchet. "Perhaps you could educate us on the situation."

Fowler gave a bark of mirthless laughter before elaborating. "The situation is your black-and-yellow custom muscle car," he explained flatly. Raf gave a small start on hearing his response, nerves spiking in his throat. "Don't you even keep tabs on your own soldiers, Prime?"

"Bumblebee has my full trust and support," Optimus dismissed, folding his arms calmly. "He is a loyal Autobot and, as such, I do not feel it necessary to monitor his every movement. However…if he is indeed breaking human law, I will investigate the matter myself."

"Make sure you do," was Fowler's huffy response. "Though, you'll have a hard time catching up to him. At the speed he was clocking, he's probably halfway to Nebraska by now."

Both images disappeared from the surface of the central monitor, leaving the Autobots staring at a flat green screen. There was a moment of silence in the command centre, broken only when Miko leaned forward on Bulkhead's shoulder.

"Bumblebee's going to Nebraska?" she asked.

"It's a figure of speech, Miko," Jack muttered, shaking his head.

Ratchet paid the humans little heed, instead fixing his sceptical stare on the tallest Transformer in the room. "Optimus," he began quietly. The commander dropped his pensive gaze to the floor, narrowing his optics in thought. "Do you suspect that agent Fowler is telling the truth?"

Optimus let his arms drop to his sides, and turned steadily to face Arcee and Raf. Neither of them had moved during the conversation with Fowler. On the contrary; the resident female seemed to be keeping unnaturally still – like she was trying not to draw attention to herself. "Rafael," Optimus pressed gently. "Arcee…is there anything you wish to tell me?"

Raf dropped his gaze to his trainers, studying their laces intently as he wondered how much his partner would want the others to know. He'd seemed pretty uncomfortable before. Arcee remained similarly silent, examining the scratches in her finish.

"'Bee was acting kinda weird earlier," Jack said abruptly. Optimus shifted his stare across to the eldest human present, who suddenly faltered under the weight of the others' attentions. "I mean…he nearly took Arcee off the road - and he dumped Raf in the middle of the desert with us."

"It wasn't on purpose," Raf pleaded, automatically defending his partner. "He's just tired – he's not been sleeping, that's all."

"I was wondering why you three came in together," Ratchet mumbled, placing both hands on his hips. He fell silent for a second, thinking. "Hm…now that I recall, he approached me late last night. Bad dreams, I think it was."

"You didn't run a diagnostic on him?" Bulkhead asked in disbelief.

Ratchet glowered at the ex-Wrecker. "Dreams are just dreams, Bulkhead," he shot defensively. "Not a medical condition."

"Even so," Optimus intervened, settling the argument before it could truly begin. "We cannot allow Agent Fowler's accusations to go unchecked. If Bumblebee is indeed in some form of trouble, we must investigate and assist him. Ratchet; try to get a lock on his coordinates and determine his destination, and prepare to Bridge us out shortly. Bulkhead; you will remain here and guard the children. Arcee and I will bring Bumblebee home."

As the Autobots prepared to perform their designated tasks, Raf felt Arcee's finger gently poking into his back. He hopped down from her knee, turning to stare pleadingly up at her as she rose to her feet and dwarfed him. Her expression softened when she saw his face; she knew what he wanted to say.

"I wanna come with," he begged, moving close enough to place both hands on her shin.

She leaned away, trying to remain stubborn, but Raf was a child whose imploring eyes could get him anything he wanted. "Oh…alright," she eventually conceded, shoulders slackening in defeat. "But don't let Optimus see you, okay? You'll get the both of us in trouble."
Part three! :D Word count = 975
I really had fun with this one :iconexplodelaplz:


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darkfary93's avatar
ahaaaa Megatron is a real glitch poor Bee amasing story anyway