TFP Family (Sequel of "Bumblebee, You Will Be Okay)

Relic of The Past

Ratchet's p.o.v

I woke up to hear somebot open the door. My optics fluttered to see two young mechs enter my berth room. I crack my optics to hide the fact that I am online. I watch as the two shush each other in unison, shush each other again, and one more time before they clamp a servo over each others mouths. I brave a small smile at the two. Bumblebee is first to lean in the corner of the room, Smokescreen following. The two cuddle up together, the last noise I hear are the brothers entering stasis. 

-----------.Time Skip To Morning.------

Smokescreen's p.o.v

I wake up to see Bee's optics. They are still dark as I wake before he does. I gently nudge him, encouraging him to come online. He does so, but slowly. They spin before completely focusing on me in front of him. They flicker to where our sire had laid the night before. We met optics, a smile planted on his faceplates. I stand, helping him up first. 

Entering the main room was the real wake up call, the lob ball came barreling for my helm, I ducked just in the last nanosecond. I stood tall once more, Bumblebee chuckling behind me along with the wreckers. I narrowed my optics in their direction, the stasis keeping my emotions buried for the time being. Though, I seem to not have been the only bot who woke up on the wrong side of the berth, Ratchet was already standing from the control panel, his judging optics landing on the wreckers. WheelJack shrugged as he made his way to retrieve the lob ball, "sorry Sunshine, I will be more careful." WheelJack winked at Sire. Ratchet spluttered, but regained his composure. 

"Do not call me that." WheelJack only smiled at him before going back over to Bulkhead who was still stifling his laughter. 

Bumblebee is also still chuckling lightly. I turn to him, the sound refreshing. "Y'know, I like listening to you laugh."

He stops to smile at me, the comment warming his spark, the feeling flooding through me as well. "It's good to actually laugh." 

Bumblebees p.o.v

Arcee found me in the storage room, cleaning it, per Ratchets orders. As I finished stacking yet another row, she made her way over. "How are you doing today?" 

Turning to face her, I smile. "Definitely at one hundred percent. How about you? I know Bulkhead was a little heavy yesterday." Arcee laughed lightly at the comment. 

"Oh, you know. Still working small kinks here and there, but I will manage." I came closer and hugged her. The feeling of her melting was enough to calm my spark down. 

"Oh to be on Cybertron," she let out a sigh. I couldn't help but feel my spark reach out for that longing feeling of our home planet.

"I couldn't agree more." 

As if on cue, Smokescreen busted into the room. Though he shrieked and covered his optics. I chuckled, allowing Arcee to be free from my chassis. "It was a hug, relax." Smokescreen smiled, knowing just how dramatic he was being. 

"New job, we gotta go on storage checks in the relic room." I groaned but allowed Smokescreen to usher me out of the room. I waved at Cee, who smiled back at me with a small wave. 

Shuffling through the halls, we made our way to the relic room. Smokescreen hadn't actually gotten to know all of them since he didn't find us for a while after being on Earth. 

"Hey, what is that one?" I focused on the spark extractor. I remembered the day I ripped it from Megatron's claws, only for us to have to give it up, yet gain it back again. Optimus demanded it never be used, as it was far too vulgar. 

"Spark extractor. Long story short, immediate death." Smokescreen backed away, slowly. Only to knock into another stand containing a relic. The sound of it clashing to the floor reached my circuits. I reached out for it, only to back away as fast as possible. 

"Smokescreen, step the frag away," I shouted. Smokescreen whipped around only to be met with the blast from the relic. I activated my comm link, "Ratchet, it's the Nightmare Relic. I need assistance!" I slid into the hallway, the sound of Smokescreen's ped steps not far behind, I turned my helm as I was running to see him not far behind. His facial features already alarming me. I knew he had already been infected. 

I reached the common area, and as soon as I did I looked around for WheelJack. I came straight for him, ripping a katana from behind him. Agent Fowler hollered at the commotion only to be silenced by Jack. Everyone had eyes on the scene. Smokescreen stood tall, his darkened features displayed in the areas lights. Meeting his optics, I pulled sword in front of me, allowing the tip of the blade to press against my abdomen. Raf was heard protesting, but was once again silenced by Jack. My spark reached out for him. I was hoping to not have to go through with this in front of him, or anybot for that matter. Smokescreen stepped forward. I pressed harder. 

-Smokey, I know you can hear me. I need you to listen, I need you to fight.-

"Ratchet, why did this already work on him? It took Bee a day or two to even realize what was going on?" Optimus was heard question Sire. 

"The affects run their course faster the more it is used. It used to torture bots for longer periods of time, being more valuable to Decepticons. Now, it takes merely seconds."

I felt Smokescreen answer through our shared connection, -He's already weak, Autobot-

The situation dawned on me. I was going to have to go through with it.