Eek! This is my first attempt at a story so please don't be like "You *blanking* suck!" or something like that. Although, I do accept constructive criticism. =)

The Transformers do NOT belong to me and neither do the SJ Sharks.

Enjoy! Or at least pretend to.

Trixi sauntered down the hall, taking an occasional sip of her root beer while walking. As she turned the corner, she almost didn't see the giant wrench flying straight at her. Trixi screamed and jumped out of the way. Only one mech in the world was known for throwing random tools at others... "What the slag, Ratchet?! I'm not fragging indestructible!" she yelled. The psycho medic was trembling with rage. He pulled an over-sized hammer out from behind his back. "You best learn before I catch you," he threatened. Terror ran through Trixi's veins as she dropped her can of soda and ran for her life. Trixi sprinted back up the hallway she had come from, Ratchet not too far behind. She made a sharp turn into the first room and closed the door using the mini-con controls. "Lock it! LOCK IT!" she screamed. Alarmed, Bumblebee dropped his battle mask and charged his energy cannon. He jumped off his recharge berth and locked the door. A few seconds later, something pounded into the door, causing it to dent.

"Is it a Decepticon?" asked Bumblebee, slightly panicked. Trixi was hunched over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "Worse. Ratchet," she uttered. The door took another blow from the crazed medic. "OPEN THE DOOR OR I'LL TURN YOU INTO A BLENDER!"

Bumblebee picked Trixi up and stuffed her into one of his drawers, masking her heat signature at the same time. He deactivated his battle mode and opened the door. Bumblebee had to duck to avoid being hit by the hammer Ratchet threw. The medic stormed into his room, looking around furiously. He turned his death-glare to Bumblebee. "Where is that Pit-spawned brat?!" he demanded. Bumblebee widened his optics and tried to act as innocent as possible. "I-I don't know! She came in and climbed into the vent. I-I think she was going to Prime's office," he stuttered. Ratchet cussed in his native language and ran out of the room. Bumblebee closed his door again and retrieved Trixi.

"What did you do to him?" he asked. Trixi looked up with a guilty expression on her face. "Well, I was watching the Sharks game in the rec-room and the twins came in. They were just getting some Energon, but then they came and sat next to me for the rest of the game. I don't know what they did, but Ratchet's going on a freaking rampage."

Bumblebee narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What exactly are the Sharks?" he asked. Trixi hung her head and twiddled with her thumbs. "My favorite hockey team," she mumbled. Bumblebee did a quick online research and gasped. "Hockey?! You showed the twins hockey?!" Trixi cringed and nodded, regretting her mistake. Bumblebee moaned and rubbed his temple with his pointer finger. "That is one of the worst possible sports you could show those two glitch heads!" he yelled accusingly.

The door behind them slid open, and a fuming Ratchet stepped inside. He closed the door and locked it. Trixi grabbed Bumblebee's thumb and tried to hide behind it. "You should have turned down your vocal processors," growled Ratchet. He smirked at the sheer horror on their faces as he pulled out his power drill. Bumblebee and Trixi screamed as Ratchet turned on the drill and advanced towards them.

Optimus Prime looked up from the report he was reading and blinked twice. "What-"

"Try not to know, Prime," interrupted Prowl. Optimus shrugged and continued to read the datapad.