Smokescreens p.o.v

     I woke up in Cybertronian form in my berthroom. I groaned as I sat up. It was quiet with only little sounds coming from the main room. Probably Ratchet working on something. My head was absolutely pounding. My ribs hurt and my wrists were wrapped still. I saw the Decepticon symbol engraved in my side. I winced at it, or was that my head? I groaned and stood, a wave of light helmness hit me. I yelped when I sat back down. Then I heard ped steps. The door opened and Bumblebee came in. His Cybertronian form didn't look as bad as what his human form did. His arm was in a metal sling and his optic was a little purple like Arcee's but not the good kind of purple. "H-hey. You doing alright?" I shook my helm which felt like moving Bulkhead off of me when he won at a one on one match. "Helm hurting?" I nodded which hurt more. I wanted to roll over and cry! "I'll get the helmache medicine." I started to stand, "I need to get out of this room." I started and he nodded. He grabbed me and helped me up. His left arm in the sling. I mad sure to get his right side.
     "What's the problem kid?" Crosshairs Asked as he suddenly stopped playing with Bulkhead and WheelJack. "My fraggin helm hurts. Shut the frag up!" I put a servo on my helm. They looked taken aback. I felt Bumblebee shrug as we walked. "Hey Ratch-." Bumblebee was saying when a wrench came flying. Bumblebee made a loud chirp before he crouched down and pulled me down with him. It went over our helms, we stood back up to see Ratchet.
     "What?" I sighed, "give me some fragging helmache medicine before my helm explodes!" I argued, as I looked away from all the lights. "And I thought I was grumpy." Ratchet muttered as he walked away. "How is everyone else?" I asked looking at Bumblebee. "Arcee is recharging still. Hot Rod is sitting in his berthroom just wanting to stare out a window for a bit." Bee chuckled in buzzes. I smiled fond of his buzzes. "I'm ready to go back to recharge also. I cannot stand this helmache man." Bee nodded, "I noticed." I rolled my optics.
     Ratchet came back and gave me the medicine. "Thank Primus," I muttered as I popped them in my mouth. I washed them down with some energon. "Thanks Ratchet, you are really a life saver." Ratchet waves his hand up and down with a servo on his hip, "yip yip, go get some rest now." I yawned then walked to my berthroom where my berth was calling my name.

   Crosshairs p.o.v

     "Jeez Ratchet, I thought you were the grump around this place," I earned chuckles from around the room. "Hardy har har Crosshairs," Ratchet grumbled as he stalked away into his med bay, probably doing science stuff. "Smokescreen is just trying to get over the horrid events of yesterday evening. It shall blow over soon my dear friends." Optimus assures us as he walks past. "Sir, what's our next move to stop the Decepticons on the matter of harming humans and going into criminal records?" Drift Asked, his katana held in one hand. "We shall wait to see what the day brings to engage our enemy Drift." I looked back at Drift as he nodded. "Thank you sensei," I stifled a laugh as Optimus smiled then walked away. "What's humoring you?" Drift was puzzled. "Nothing, all mighty one." I chuckled. Bulkhead was laughing with WheelJack and I. Drift rolled his optics and stalked off like Ratchet had. "Wow, everyone is in a bad mood today." WheelJack shrugged, "happens every once in a while. Just depends on who's out of commission." I rose a brow but decided not to ask to decipher what he was trying to say. "Alrighty then."

   Jazz p.o.v

     I yawned and stretched out my back cables as Ratchet started explaining what molecules and atoms meant to the Earth. I was so...tired. My helm slipped out of my servo that held the weight of my helm and hit the table. "Jazz!" I shot straight up, "measure velocity in Joules, got it." He sighed, "Jazz, go recharge." I suddenly felt bad, "nah teach, I can stay awake for ya." He smiled a tad, "Please, I know you need it." I yawned again and nodded, "Thanks."

     My berth was so comfy. "Goodnight to you Jazz, you deserve some rest." I couldn't help but say something before falling into a deep, amazing, and restful recharge.

   Optimus' p.o.v

     Ratchet had requested me as of assistance earlier. I suppose going now would be suitable.
     "What is it you need, old friend." I then saw Ratchet drooling on his desk with a wrench in servo. I smiled warmly, "rest well old friend." A small snore came from him as I walked away.

     "Hey Optimus," Bumblebee waved as he looked at the main control center. "Hello Bumblebee. What are you doing awake young one?" He shrugs as the light from the screens dance across his big glowing eyes. "Aren't you tired from yesterday?" He nods. "What troubles you?" He finally looks down, "I-I could have done something to save them sir. Anything. I just sat there. They thought they were causing me pain by not answering but really, I was the one who caused them pain by putting them in that position." I sighed, the young bot should not be talking about something so dreadful. "I understand your concerns on the matter Bumblebee, but this does not mean you were the fault. Everyone sees it from a different point of view. The one thing we all see the same is that it was no ones fault but the Decepticons and Megatron himself." He turns to look at me, "what if next time it does happen. I do die. I will impact so much guilt into whoever may be there." I rest my servo on his shoulder, he looks me in the optics with his sky blue ones. "There will not be a next time in this case young one." His optics light up in trust. "Thank you Optimus." I smile once more, "the honor is mine."