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[yami_samuraiflo]

Title: Smile
Prompt: Bumblebee / Ratchet / practice
Rating: K+
Summary: No amount of practice would ever save him from the most dangerous enemy he had ever faced: the Autobot CMO's wrath.

Bumblebee was a Minibot. A little thing without special strengh or ability, who was captured by the Decepticons at every turn before being rescued by his friends. He was some kind of little brother or mascot for most of the Autobots.

 

Little did they realize as they were used to seeing him as defenceless, but Bumblebee was also part of Special Ops.

 

Meaning, he wasn’t as innocent as many of them assumed at first glance.

 

Mind you, outside of the other ’bots in the Ops, those who knew looks were deceiving were almost all dead, usually in a blast of glory because of one or two bombs constructed by Wheeljack and the assorted engineers.

 

When one was so dangerous, you couldn’t expect them to simply and calmly accept being treated and handled like a fragile sparkling.

 

But Bumblebee didn’t mind so much, and for a good reason: he wanted to look defenceless. Did any of his fellows Autobots realize all the informations one could divulge around someone they saw as nonthreatening?

 

Of course not, except perhaps for Red Alert; but one rarely paid any attention to the paranoid Security Director. A pity, really; he was far more aware of everything around them than the others gave him credit for.

 

At any rate, Bumblebee was never seen as a threat and, as such, he learned a lot. Especially things he wouldn't have wanted to know like, for example, Prowl's favorite position when he and Jazz were intimates...

 

He hadn’t wanted to know, and if he wanted to live, he would never say anything about that to anyone. If Jazz ever heard, Bumblebee doubted anyone would discover his corpse once the officer finished with him.

 

Still, to know such details was the proof he was good at what he did. His practice for millions of years had paid off.

 

But no amount of practice would ever save him from the most dangerous enemy he had ever faced: the Autobot CMO’s wrath. Nothing had ever worked against the medic so far, not even the little pout that had saved him from Red Alert's suspicions a long time ago.

 

It was a rule: you did something stupid and injured yourself, and you would have a dressing down from the CMO.

 

Bumblebee looked sheepish as Ratchet looked at him with anger. In his hand, the white mech held the severed arm of the little mech.

 

"And what, exactly," began the medic with a cold tone, "did you think you were doing back on the field with Megatron?"

 

"Eh...trying to stop him from shooting Prime from behind?" said the injured, sounding hopeful.

 

"By taking the shot instead of him?"

 

"It seemed like a good idea at the time..." managed to answer the yellow Minibot before being assaulted by screams.

 

Bumblebee winced. So much for trying to look innocent and not angering the CMO. At least, he had avoided Ratchet's 'Legendary Wrench of Doom' this time.

 

Perhaps the hours he had passed practicing his smile in front of a mirror had been well spent, after all.

 

Still, if it only worked slightly now, he wondered idly how many millions of years it would take until it kept him safe from everything the Hatchet could do to him...