"Oh for Primus sake, Bumblebee. Sit still!"

Bumblebee squirmed away and stuck his glossa out at Ratchet. "No! I'm not letting you stick me with that needle!"

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Quit bein' dramatic. It'll only sting for a second." He grumbled, reaching for Bee again.

This time, Bumblebee wasn't quick enough to dodge the medic's quick servos. "No!" He screamed, trying everything he could to escape. No one could escape Ratchet's iron grip, not even Optimus. "Let go, Ratch! Ow!"

Just then, Optimus stepped into the medbay. "Hey Ratchet, have you seen— what's going on in here?" He exclaimed. When he saw Bumblebee practically going feral on Ratchet, he scowled and rolled his optics. "Bumblebee, let him give you the shot. It's not that hard."

"But it'll hurt! Then my arm will be sore all day!" Bumblebee whined.

"You'll probably forget about it two seconds after you leave the medbay. Besides, I need you for a recon mission."

Bumblebee immediately stopped whining and eyed the Prime curiously. "You... need me? For a recon mission?" He asked, unsure if Optimus was serious or not. Then he scowled at him. "Why don't you get Prowl to do it? You always say he's the stealthiest bot on the team." He said in a mocking voice.

Optimus pinched between his optics with his digits. He wished he didn't need Bumblebee, but he did. "Prowl is busy, so the task falls on you. You're small and fast, so you can get around a lot easier than I can."

"Why do you always have to bring up how small I am?!" Bumblebee growled, throwing his servos up. He didn't even notice that Ratchet had already given him the shot.

"Because it's obvious that you are! It gives you an advantage that none of us have, why wouldn't I bring it up?" Optimus retorted. However, he cut himself short before he could continue on his rant. He knew it would only end with Bee getting upset again. "Look, we're wasting time. Decepticon activity has been detected near an abandoned warehouse. I'll give you the coordinates. Go check it out."

"But I haven't—" Bumblebee began to say. That's when he noticed Ratchet putting away his medical supplies. He blinked a few times, realized his own stupidity, then hopped off the medberth with a loud huff. "Fine, fine. I can handle a few Decepticreeps..."

"Don't engage. Just take a look around and see what they're doing, okay? And come back when you're done. You're still serving your punishment."

"Yes, I get it! Geez! You act like I don't know what a recon mission is." Bumblebee grumbled as he shoved past Optimus and left the medbay.

***

"You're small and fast... You can get around a lot easier than I can... Yeah, that's the whole point!" Bumblebee grumbled to himself. He glanced up from his scanner, studying the old warehouse in the distance. "Guess that's it... where are the Cons?"

Just as he said that, he heard a loud roar that was fast-approaching. He panicked and dove behind a stack of crates just as Blitzwing landed in front of the warehouse. The triple-changer seemed to be alone. Normally he would avoid Decepticons like Blitzwing, but he wanted to make things more interesting. Besides, what harm would it do? It was just them, no one else.

"Psst, Blitzbrain!" Bumblebee whispered, a grin spreading across his face when Blitzwing turned around.

Blitzwing narrowed his optics. "What are you doing here, bug? Aren't you supposed to be stuck at your base?" He inquired, placing a servo on his hip as he loomed over the smaller mech.

Bumblebee crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed. "Yeah, but apparently Optimus needed me for some recon mission."

"So you are supposed to be spying on me, is zat it?" Blitzwing raised an optic ridge. "If so, you are terrible at it."

"What? I'm not gonna sit here and watch you fart around for a couple hours. Might as well make things more interesting." Bumblebee replied, strolling over to Blitzwing and flicking one of his wings.

Blitzwing huffed and swatted at Bee's servo. "It isn't my job to keep you entertained. Go away."

Bumblebee whined dramatically when Blitzwing walked off. He quickly followed him, being stubborn as usual. "Just tell me what you're doing out here! I can't go back to Optimus and say I got nothing! He won't send me out ever again!" He grabbed Blitzwing's arm and tugged on it, but only ended up being dragged by the larger mech. "C'mon, Blitzy! Help me out here!"

"You and I both know we will get in trouble if our leaders find out about zis. Zat is why you need to leave." Blitzwing hissed, Hothead's temper slowly getting the best of him.

Before he could say anything else, the sound of another approaching aircraft stopped him in his tracks. His optics widened and he cursed under his breath.

"Frag, it's Starscream." He quickly grabbed Bee by the arm. "You need to hide before—"

Starscream landed in front of them with a thud. His wings shifted into place as he rose to his full height, optics sharp and narrowed. Upon seeing Bumblebee, however, they instantly widened in shock.

"Wha— How did you already capture an Autobot?! You've only been out here for two minutes!" Starscream exclaimed, absolutely flabbergasted.

Bumblebee's breath hitched in his throat. He cowered behind Blitzwing, sticking close to the triple-changer for protection.

Not good...