Rescue younglings. (A transformers rescue bots academy fanfic)

Hurt and comfort

After Ratchet called the academy, Hotshot relaxed a little after eating some energon. Ratchet told him that Heatwave was very worried about him. Though, he didn't believe it.

When Ratchet wasn't looking, Hotshot snuck out of the med bay and went back into Cybertron. Hotshot transformed into his vehicle mode and drove away. Until he bumped into someone. "Ouch!" He said as he transformed back into his bicep mode. "Well well well it's the little autobot youngling." Hotshot looked up to see a couple of decepticons. They both looked alike so he was completely afraid. "L-Leave me alone!" Hotshot said as he backed up a bit.

The decepticons laughed. "Oh look, he's running away."

"What a poor wittle baby." One of the decepticons said while talking like a baby. The other one grabbed Hotshot by his water tanks. "L-Let me go!" Hotshot cries as he wiggled around and started kicking him. "Aw, wittle baby's gonna cry." The other decepticon replied as they both laughed. It was true. Hotshot was crying. He wished he never left the academy. At all. "Baby, baby, baby! Look at the wittle baby." Hotshot started to hug himself with shame.

Then, right before the decepticons could be more mean and annoying, someone started to come to them. "I believe that youngling doesn't belong to you." All boys looked to see Heatwave cracking his knuckles.

The decepticons immediately dropped Hotshot to the ground. "H-Heatwave...we were just uh..."

"Leaving." Heatwave finished his sentence before him and the decepticons ran back into there territory.

Hotshot got up as Heatwave walked over to him. "Daddy...I didn't mean-" Hotshot was greeted with a huge hug. "I know I know. I'm sorry too." He said as he picked him up and walked back to the med bay.