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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Trip Back

“Um, So what are you mechs working on?” Bumblebee asked as he walked into the med bay. His optics scanned the impressive facility; no bay was quite as nice as the flagship’s bay! Droct would be so blown away that he’d be rebuilt at the most advanced mobile facility in the entire Autobot fleet! He just couldn’t wait to see his bond mate’s face.

Ratchet had his head bent down, working on some sensitive networks that he was wiring in one of the future Autobots that he and Wheeljack were finishing up on. Looking up, he smiled at the sight of his little yellow friend. Warmth radiated through him, for he’d never once expected to ever see Bumblebee alive again. It gave him hope that he’d eventually see all of the captured Autobots again. A small hope to be sure, but still hope! “Oh, we’re just building another combiner gestalt. We’ve got to have something to go up against those Combaticons,” he explained as he nodded to the unanimated mechs.

Wheeljack was finishing up the linkage on another member of this future gestalt. Looking up at Bee, he smiled and stood up. “I hear you’ve got a friend who’s in great need of a rebuild?” he asked. He was just as thrilled as Ratchet that the two little mechs had made it back, and Prime had authorized them to do anything that this garbage mech wanted. Heck, he could ask for platinum and gold armor – and he’d get it!

Bumblebee looked down at his foot and nodded. He really didn’t want to have to mention how deformed Droct was, but he knew the two medical officers could fix him. They could rebuild him even better than he’d been in the first place.

“So what kind’ve job is he going to do with us?” Ratchet said. He wiped his hands on a rag as he stood up. He and Wheeljack needed to know what would be expected of this mech, that way they could rebuild him into an alt form that was capable of his work. No matter what extras the garbage mech might ask for the primary concern was to build for function first, then you could always do fancy things to the armor later. Just look at Sunstreaker and Tracks as perfect examples of that!

“Well, um, a geologist or emergency medic or something. He’s real good with metals, and finding minerals too. And he’s decent at piecing mechs back together with whatever’s on hand,” he replied. Bumblebee looked up at the two, hoping they wouldn’t consider Droct as any possible competition for their jobs. Because Droct wouldn’t be, he’d really be happier, kind’ve hidden in the background and quietly doing whatever job he was assigned too.

Wheeljack looked at his bond mate, a grin behind his mask. It would be very, very good to have another emergency medic on standby duty. Perceptor was ok, but after he had to repair a bunch of mechs that were damaged in battle, he’d disappear in his research labs for astroweeks – after some strange idea about how to improve those mechs popped into his meta. “So we’ve possibly got another mech to help us in those emergencies?” he stated more than asked.

“Why that’s great!” Ratchet exclaimed, for after those battles they needed all the help they could get. Even if it was just the scientists’ that threw their assistance in temporarily. Hopefully, this garbage mech wouldn’t then disappear for weeks researching strange ideas like certain Autobots tended to do. And maybe he could get this mech to volunteer to help on the tedious maintenance duties.

“So, you think he’s probably going to be assigned to Beachcomber?” Wheeljack asked. He strolled up to their main console and sat down.

Bumblebee walked up to him. “Ya, I think so. He’s done a lot of survey work for the miners and he really doesn’t like to fight.” Bee didn’t want to mention that the mere thought of handling a weapon, made his friend nauseated. But then, Beachcomber hated the fighting almost as much, so they’d make a good survey team.

“Hmmm, sounds like he needs to be some type of four wheel drive vehicle in order to handle the rough terrain,” Ratchet said. Putting his hand on Wheeljack’s door wing, he leaned over and punched in a few codes.

A whole range of 4x4 offroad alt modes popped up on the screen. Sitting down on either side of Wheeljack, the three of them began to discuss which alt modes that Droct would most likely be happy with, and which ones they had the supplies onboard to create.

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“So, heard you went and found yourself a girlfriend,” Ironhide drawled. He winked at Cliffjumper as he said this, letting the smaller mech know that he was happy for him even though he was going to pick on him about it. Yep, the little mech had never had much success with the few femmes left on Cybertron..

“Yep,” Cliffjumper simply said. But he couldn’t help but puff his chest armor out in a little pride.

Powerglide slapped him on the shoulder. “So does she know that ‘ol Powerglide can easily outshoot you?” the cocky plane joked; though Cliffjumper knew that he really did believe that he could. Granted, he couldn’t, but that was beside the point.

Looking up at the plane, Cliffjumper figured he’d pick back. “Heck Powerglide, she’s got a femme friend that makes you look like an amateur in the shooting range.”

Ironhide whistled, his optics widening in humor as the plane sputtered in disbelief. “Boy, I want to see this one! What kind’ve bet would you lay on her Cliff?”

“I’d lay two-to-one on the femme whooping Powerglide’s aft on the targets,” Cliffjumper bragged. He was really enjoying this. Plopping down on the console, he looked up at the two bigger mechs with cockiness in his optics.

“Two-to-one odds, hmmm?” Inferno mused as he joined the group. He and Ironhide exchanged a humorous glance. “The femme must be a damned good shot.”

“Well, I’ll take that challenge. And you better be ready to pay up!” Powerglide huffed. No mere femme was going to beat HIM on the target range! He couldn’t wait to collect Cliffjumper’s paycheck on this bet. With his head held high, he wandered off.

“Hit him where it hurts I see…” Springer noted as the plane passed him. The green chopper joined the group and patted Cliffjumper on his shoulder armor. “Good to see you back Cliffjumper!” His voice showed his happiness at the mech’s return.

“Great to be back!” Cliffjumper replied. His optics danced with his happiness. Shifting his weight slightly, the sound of his metal aft on the metal consol could be heard.

Ironhide grinned at him. “So I hear these dancers are the ones who rescued your aft.” He cocked his head, intrigued that a bunch of unarmed prostitutes were able to swipe the cons’ ‘decoration’ right off the front of their ship.

“Or did you just get tired of being a ‘decoration’?” Springer added. He chuckled as the small mech pegged him in the arm.

“Naw, I was knocked out. Bumblebee recruited those dancers, and the lead dancer came up with the decoy plan. She’s also the one who kept us hidden from the cons.” Cliffjumper pictured strong, confident CoLene. Damn, was she a hell of a tactician!

The Weapon’s Officer’s optics widened. “You’re saying this ‘lead dancer’ can out think the cons like that?!?” He couldn’t believe it!

“Yep, she’s a smart older femme. I think she could even beat you in poker,” Cliffjumper bragged.

Inferno looked at Ironhide, cocking his head in amusement. It would be nice to see someone beat the mech in that game for once. Even Optimus wasn’t able to. “So, I’d guess you’d lay two-to-one odds on that one as well? Hmmm Cliffjumper?” he joked.

Cliffjumper blushed a little bit, but ya, he’d lay those odds on CoLene!

“You’re sure bragging a lot on a bunch of dancers,” Springer noted. He was curious as to how these femmes had managed to impress the red mech so much. Be very interesting to meet them.

“They’re ‘former dancers’ now. If you dare to call them ‘dancers’ you’re liable to get the worst aft-whooping you’ve ever had,” Cliffjumper said. In his meta he pictured tough ‘ol Ironhide with CoLene on top of him wailing away on his aft. He couldn’t help but snicker at the image.

The fire engine chuckled. “So you really think these femmes are that tough – do you?” the sound of metal shifting against metal, as he shifted his feet around a little.

“Well, they managed to swipe LongHaul’s guns right off him, at the same time they cut me off the front of the con ship – what do you think?” the small mech challenged him. Granted, he wasn’t about to tell them that the dancers had waited until LongHaul had knocked himself in orverload before they’d swiped them… The Autobots didn’t need to know that particular tactic they’d used..

“Stole LONGHAUL’s weapons?!? You’ve got to be kidding!” Springer exclaimed. LongHaul was a difficult con to beat in battle. He couldn’t even imagine ‘swiping’ that particular mech’s weapons.

“Well, I for one, can’t wait to meet these femmes,” Inferno said. He nodded to Cliffjumper and then walked away.

Ironhide and Springer agreed with that, though neither one of them fully believed Cliffjumper’s bragging on the femmes’ skill. Granted, it’d be nice to have a few femmes on board for a while. All of the Autobot femmes were currently stationed on Cybertron. So it got a little ‘lonely’ when on ship. A little excitement was always welcomed.

Nodding at the smaller mech, the others two left to go back on shift.

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