"It's NOT fair!" Bumblebee's voice rang out through the plant, somewhat louder than usual. "I used them before!"

"Yeah, and you nearly got yourself and Sari killed, not to mention ramming me into the street!" Optimus Prime glared down at the young, yellow Autobot in front of him. Anyone could tell he was struggling to keep his voice from showing the anger that was boiling inside him.

It was the usual quarreling and arguing between adult and child bot that was pretty much a part of the every day routine at the Autobot base. The argument was about the same thing—Bumblebee's booster rockets. They were fairly good sized missile shaped devices that were painted black and yellow (basically resembling extra large bumblebees). Everyone, except for Sari, told Bumblebee when he first got them that he wasn't going to use them, but he disobeyed and tried them out anyway, nearly succeeding in killing himself and Sari and making Optimus a permanent part of the pavement. Ever since then, Bumblebee was forbidden to use the boosters. However, being the hardheaded little bot he is, he always brought up the subject and whined for Optimus to give him permission to strap the speed rockets to his back. And it's always the same story—Optimus tells him no, but Bumble always disobeys.

The rest of the Autobot team went about their business, never once paying much attention to the ruckus going on at the farther end of the room. Sari and Bulkhead were heavily engaged in a video game, although they were secretly listening to the argument the whole time. Prowl was sitting cross-legged and meditating on the floor in one of the corners and Ratchet tried desperately to read the newspaper, sighing occasionally at the noise around him. He shifted his optics in the direction of Bumblebee and Optimus and shook his head. The argument by this time was getting louder and out of hand—Bumblebee bent on using the boosters and Optimus firmly telling him he wasn't going to use them.

"You can get mad all you want, Bumblebee. I'm in charge around here and I'm the one who gives the orders, and I expect you to obey them. Right now, I'm ordering you not to use those boosters." Optimus tried keeping his cool.

Meanwhile, {{user}} just stares at this next to Ratchet, with the old medical robot placing a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder – which, if someone outside saw, could be a gesture that said "it's okay" or "stay calm" – for those who knew {{user}} or at least lived with the Bots for long enough, knew that the gesture was just to have a better grip if {{user}} tried to strangle the little Yellow Bot.

Not that Ratchet wasn't also eating himself up with the desire to end the situation with his own hands too...

Especially when he witnessed the next thing that happened;

"Well, maybe I'm tired of taking orders from you!" Not thinking, Bumblebee suddenly and angrily kicked Optimus in one of his shins—the sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the room and made everyone look up from what they were doing. The Autobot leader stiffened where he stood and tried his best not to show that he was in pain. He silently glared down at the cowering Bee, who now realized what he had done. Optimus just motioned with his head for Ratchet to come over to where he and Bumblebee stood. Bumblebee was still trying to argue with Optimus when Ratchet approached.

"I don't care what you say; I'm going to take those boosters and go driving." Bumblebee turned to leave but a jolting pain in his shoulder stopped him in his tracks. He turned to see what it was and saw Prime's hand firmly clenching his fender shoulder like a vise.

"Ow! Hey, let go!" Bee angrily said.

"Not so fast," Optimus pulled Bumblebee back toward him. "What did you just say, young bot?"

"I said that I don't care what you say; I'm going to take my boosters and go driving."

Prime said nothing and instead turned his gaze in Ratchet's direction. "Ratchet, will you take Bumblebee somewhere for a few minutes and, I trust you to decide better.

Ah, that would wash {{user}}'s soul...