ehh...

This one's short. ;w;

Sorry.

Same AU as Mockingbird. Read that one, if you want.

It'll explain why Bumblebee and Ratchet are humans.

Speaking of them, I swear when I first started writing this, I never planned on it turning into Bumblebee/Ratchet fluff. ./ /.

But, it did.

Also, I don't know what to make next.

Optimus Prime or Wheeljack and Perceptor?

You guys pick. c:

Reviews are nice, by the way. c:

Bully

Bringing his fingers to his face, Bumblebee winced. His nose was still tender. Looking in the mirror, the black, bruising around his eyes also hadn't gone down. He frowned, allowing his fingertips to ghost across his bruising. Bumblebee took a shaky breath, and closed his eyes.

"Bumblebee?" Opening his eyes, Bumblebee looked over his shoulder in the mirror, and saw Ratchet. The older man's arms were crossed, his eyes narrowed. "Are you going to tell me why I had to repair your nose?" Bumblebee's eyes fell to the floor, his hands still at his face.

"Bumblebee!" The younger boy quickly turned to face Ratchet.

"A-a-an a-a-a-a-axid-d-dent-th." Bumblebee bit his lower lip; his malfunctioning chip from being a robot had been turned into a stutter, and a really bad one at that, now that he was human. Bringing his hand back to his face, he gently traced a finger along the bridge of his nose, the bandage felt foreign on his nose, and it made his eyes cross. Ratchet huffed; his stare never left the younger boy.

"You think I'm going to buy that load of slag?" the medical officer asked. Bumblebee's face twisted into a painful-looking guilty frown. "Now are you going to tell me what happened, truthfully, or do I have to go get Ironhide in here and have you tell him why - "

"Do!" Bumblebee said, suddenly scared. Ratchet nodded, and Bumblebee succumbed to defeat.

"B-bissus Wi'wicky thaid I sh-should go to thool wit' Sam. The thaid i-i-it would be thuspitous if a n-n-neph-f-few the same a-age as S-sam w-wathn't in thool." Bumblebee fought hard through his stutter and broken nose. Taking a breath, he cast his eyes downward, leaning against the wall.

"I' wathn't bad a' firth," his fingers began to fidget with each other, "I-I a-a-acthuawy made some f-f-f-fwends." He grinned, but stopped when the slight flexing of his nose brought pain.

"Bu' o-o-one of the hum-mans k-kep' p-p-pickin-ng on m-m-m-me." Bumblebee shook his head, and licked his lips. "I-I' wath jus' ma-making fun of my s-s-s-stutt-ter, a-an' I ignored him." He began to feel childlike anger as he continued. "D-den he started to sh-shov-ve me indo lockers an' ma-make me fall." At this point, he realized how much of a child he sounded like, with his broken nose and stutter, and he felt more upset than ever. He was concentrating on speaking, he never noticed Ratchet walking over and standing next to him. It came at a great shock when the older man placed his hand on the youngster's shoulder. His lips quivered as Bumblebee looked up at him. "Ra'et?" he wasn't going to cry. He couldn't.

Ratchet offered a smile, and pulled Bumblebee closer, wrapping his arms around the boy in a protective hug. He rested his head on Bumlebee's while Bumblebee shifted slightly, clinging tightly to Ratchet's shirt. Bumblebee took a shaky breath, and Ratchet closed his eyes.

"I-I-I d-d-d-d-d'n't w-wan' do go ba'k, Ra'et." he choked out, taking large gulps of air. "I do-on't. I 'an't see-ee h-h-how de udder 'ids do it." He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't. Ratchet gently stroked the young scout's honey-blonde hair. He 'hushed' and 'shushed' and gently brushed his lips against Bumblebee's head. Bumblebee held tighter, his body shook and he gave in.

Bumblebee cried, and Ratchet held him, thankful no one else entered the med bay.