TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

DOWN TIME AND DECISIONS

/N: So, for those looking forward to the "mission", I have moved that back a chapter. In favor of showing a chapter focusing on Trevor and the other 'Bots. Then next chapter will also focus solely on Bee. Just for a change of pace. :)

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CHAPTER 33
Down Time and Decisions

Trevor couldn't believe the separation anxiety he felt over the past week. It had been the Autobots first long-term mission, one which had only left Elita, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Jazz (who was soon to leave for the Witwicky's) behind at the moment. And though it had only been a week, and Bumblebee called him over their bond every day, he couldn't help but feel a little lonely. Though he didn't mind being around the six Autobots he was with at all, with being under mostly Elita's care proving to be especially fun. Though during the day, he spent most of his time with Jazz, who continued to be a good friend, and somewhat mentor to him. He hated the idea that the mech was leaving soon, but knew that it was more important that he protect Sam's family. Besides, he promised to keep in contact as much as possible, which is what mattered in the scheme of things.

For now, however, he was mostly admiring the work Ratchet had done on his new prosthetic leg. It was a cool, sleek silver, and ran the length of his own leg. A small Autobot shield was imbedded in the side, and there were some blue streaks on it. To his surprise, it moved much smoother than either of his previous ones, and seemed to be more snug and comfortable. "Wow Ratchet," Trevor muttered. "You did awesome."

Ratchet gave a prideful smile, and a shrug. "You expected anything less?" He questioned. "Now like I said it IS near-indestructible," Ratchet told him politely. "But it can still be removed with ease and works the same as your old ones. It's just better made." He explained, tapping the side of his new leg. "Well then? Stand up, give it a go!" He added.

Trevor stood, slowly, steadily, beginning to walk in it. He was amazed at how easy walking with the new leg was, almost like putting on a new glove. Though the same issues remained, the new leg seemed to make movements smoother at least. "It works great, Ratch," Trevor put his hands on his hips with a wide grin. "It feels so real too, which is kinda awesome."

"It looks awesome!"

Trevor turned with a grin as Jazz entered the med bay, staring down at him with a smile. The mech looked over him, and over the leg carefully before giving a thumbs up. "It's all nice and spiffy. Ya look like a badaft," He crouched, and held out his fist, which Trevor gently pounded. "So what do ya say shorty? Ya got the day off and ah have a few hours off. Let's go start up that PS3."

"Jazz, hold your horses," Ratchet held up a hand. "I still need to go over some more scans. I don't want the leg malfunctioning, for example," He then added. "Trevor, sit back down on the berth so I can make sure all is perfectly in order."

Trevor did as he was told with another groan, though he reminded himself it was only because Ratchet cared that he did this. The mech finally nodded, and waved Trevor off as the boy stepped down. "Alright, it should stay stable," Ratchet told him. "If you have any complications with it though, you are to come and see me at once," He then stared at Jazz. "Have you heard anything from the others yet?"

"Nada, doc bot," Jazz shook his head. "Epps heard from the rest of the troops though. Says they were scouting ahead, so they had to drop communication relays for a while," He shrugged. "Ya ready to go have some fun buddy? Ah got a few other ideas if the PS3 don't suit ya fancy," He then added. "Maybe we can join the twins for a prank."

"Jazz!" Ratchet snapped. "You're being a terrible influence on the grandcreation of your Prime by suggesting that," He gave a scolding look that told Trevor that it was most likely not going to happen. "Primus, I swear, I'm going to end up being driven more insane than I was when Bee, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker were being raised." He grumbled.