Crack fic part 2!
When Ratchet came back to his senses, he was sitting in a cell in the brig. Once he remembered exactly why he was sitting in a cell in the brig, the sound of his cursing drew Ironhide’s attention away from the cannon he was idly spinning.
“Are you finished acting like an idiot, or do you want to go another round?” the weapons specialist asked.
“Let me out of here!”
Ironhide snorted. “Not without a direct order from Prime.”
“Then tell Prime to get his aft in here,” Ratchet snapped. “And tell him to leave Sam in the medbay. He’s what’s causing this whole mess.”
“Sam?” a plaintive little whimper echoed.
“Oh, great, now you’ve got him started again.” Ironhide strode towards the door. “You can listen to him for a while. I’m going to let Prime know you’re coherent.”
“Sam?” A louder whine this time.
“Ironhide, you Pit-spawned glitch, get back here!”
“Sam?”
The door closed behind the black mech, and Ratchet turned his audios down as far as they would go. By the time Ironhide got back with Optimus, the medic was contemplating removing Bumblebee’s vocal circuits with a dull scalpel.
“Ratchet, do you have any idea of what’s causing-“
“Sam!” Bumblebee wailed.
“-bee’s behavior? And why is it affect-“
“Sam!”
“you two? I have been talking with Sam-“
The rest of Prime’s speech was drowned out by the rapidly increasing volume of Bumblebee’s howls. The bigger mech finally gave up and opened the cell, practically dragging Ratchet after him.
“Ironhide, keep an eye on Bumblebee,” Ratchet yelled. “Make sure he doesn’t try to dig his way through the wall or squeeze between the bars. He’s not thinking clearly right now.”
“I noticed,” Ironhide said, moving to a place in the brig where he could see into Bumblebee’s cell while still remaining as far away as physically possible.
The door closed behind Optimus and Ratchet, and the medic sighed with relief as they headed for the common room. “Sit,” the leader snapped, claiming a seat and pinning Ratchet with a look. “Now, what is going on?”
“Bumblebee’s trying to form a bond with Sam, and the stress of holding his end open constantly is making him fritz,” Ratchet said bluntly.