V: Thy Must Learn To Cope

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Returning to Iacon was not a problem, but for Lockjaw, he went to go find the light red mech. He searched high and low around Iacon before remembering the light red mech lives in Praxis. Lockjaw sighed at the thought.

"Might as well pay Prowl or Jazz a visit, but first, I need to check up on Bumblebee," Lockjaw said to himself as he finds himself in the Medical Facility. Finding the room where the little yellow and black Cybertronian was, he opened the door seeing the poor mechling in the corner of the room crying.

"Hello?," Lockjaw called out making Bumblebee turn around and look at the door. "Lwocjaw! Lwocjaw!," Bumblebee shouted as he ran over to the large mech. "Hey kiddo, how ya' treatin' Doc?," Lockjaw asked softly. "He's gwrumpy," Bumblebee grumbled as Lockjaw chuckled softly before entering the room. Upon seeing a femme on the ground, Lockjaw couldn't help, but crack a smile. "Elita, Elllita," Lockjaw says, trying to get the femme to wake up. The pink femme yawned and looked at the large mech.

"Hey Dread," Elita-One says as she got up from the berth. "Watching over him for me?," Lockjaw asked curiously as Elita-One laughs softly. "Hmm, sort of, Optimus told me about you bringing in a youngling, I didn't expect a cute one and you even named him Bumblebee," Elita-One says as Bumblebee tried to get on the berth. Lockjaw helped the young Cybertronian on the berth.

"Well, I'm gonna head to Praxis, mind watching over him?," Lockjaw asked as Elita-One nodded. "Sure, I was free of this Klick anyways," Elita-One says as Bumblebee giggles and hugs Elita-One. "I'll see you two later, if Optimus asked, tell 'im I'm going to be in Praxus to maybe help out there, keep out of trouble, 'kay, 'Bee?," Lockjaw spoke as Bumblebee nodded.

"Carfwl," Bumblebee says as Lockjaw lightly kisses the youngling's helm. "I will, no need to worry," Lockjaw spoke with a small smile as Bumblebee giggles.

And with that, Lockjaw left the room and closed the door behind him. Lockjaw then saw a familiar mech. "Ratch'!," Lockjaw called out as Ratchet stopped in his tracks. "By the Allspark, Lockjaw, where were you!?," Ratchet shouted as Lockjaw chuckled a bit. "I was with the Wreckers and helping them out with a traitor or two and battle in Uraya," Lockjaw spoke as the said medic gave him an unamused look. Then the unamused look turns into a glare.

"You went into battle without acknowledging your opponents!?," Ratchet shouted before dragging the large mech to the Medical Room. "Err, Ratchet, it's not that bad, just cuts and dent," Lockjaw says as Ratchet repaired his minor injuries. "I know, but there will be a time where I can't fix you, do you know how much you mean to me and others?," Ratchet hissed as Lockjaw gave the medic a sheepish smile with a nervous look.

"I know what you mean, but it means a lot to me that the Autobots need the upper hand, so I'm helping the best I can," Lockjaw says with a smile as Ratchet sighs. "Just be careful, I don't want you to end up like Shadowline," Ratchet says as Lockjaw frowns a bit. "Shadowline is a good mech, but his intentions are blinded by the insanity, it's hard for him to stop, I get it," Lockjaw spoke with a sigh.

"Dreamshatter is that way as well," Ratchet says as Lockjaw tensed a bit before relaxing himself. "Ratch', please don't say his full designation, you know what will happen when someone says it," Lockjaw says as he lightly cringed at the thought of it. "Apologies, but my point still stands," Ratchet sighed before finishing patching the large mech.

"There, now you can go wherever," Ratchet says as Lockjaw nodded. "Thanks, Doc," Lockjaw thanked as Ratchet lightly glared at him. "Just because I'm used to and tolerate you, doesn't mean you can call me that, you idiot," Ratchet says as his glare went to dark glare making Lockjaw smile mischievously. "I know, I'm just using it because I know you," Lockjaw says as Ratchet lightly hit Lockjaw with a wrench.

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