TFP Family (Sequel of "Bumblebee, You Will Be Okay)

Bumblebee's p.o.v

The new bot had Smokescreen pinned beneath his ped, his cannon pointed to his faceplates. Smokescreen continued to wiggle beneath the bot. Optimus gasped as he also recognized the new comer. "IronHide?" The mech finally focused on the both of us, his battle mask retracting. 

His optics widened as he removed his ped from Smokescreen's chassis, the Autobot symbol displayed across it. IronHide frowned, helping Smokey up. "Sorry, buddy." Smokescreen waved him off before inching closer to me as he wanted nothing else to do with the bot for the time being. "Bumblebee? Optimus? It's been ages. Look how much you've grown, kid!" I laughed, also retracting my battle mask along with Optimus. "Wait, did you just fragging talk?" 

I chuckled yet again, "Finally, yes." 

"How can that be?"

"Oh you know, Decepticons captured us, Ratchet managed to snag a voice box from their ship. How or why did they have one? Don't ask. I am not entirely sure I would wanna know where they got a biomechism, but I have it."

IronHide smiled before grabbing me. His hug tightened my arms to my side as my wings swung. "It is finally to see you again, old friend." Optimus smiled, placing a servo on IronHides shoulder plating. 

"Optimus, it's been too long," IronHide stretched out his servo, Optimus accepting the offer. 

Beside me, Smokescreen shifted. I turned to face him, he was confused. -What's wrong?-

-I have no idea who this guy is-

"Hide, this is Smokescreen." 

IronHide's helm snapped to Smokescreen. "That's really you, kid? It's been since that day. Primus, I never forgave myself for not finding you." I smiled, I forgot he had been around during our birth with Ratchet and Optimus. He must have been one of many comrades that searched for Smokescreen. 

"You know Ratchet," Smokescreen asked. IronHide chuckled at the question. 

"Do I know the ole' Hatchet? Please. He's the best in the business. Your sire-urm-your medic is like no other." IronHide shifted his weight at his slip up. 

Optimus chuckled very lightly, "Ratchet has already told them both, IronHide. You have made no mistake." IronHide let out a breath. "What brings you to Earth?"

IronHide seemed to get serious at the question. "Well, I was searching the galaxy for anything, anybot. Well, a bot found me. A Decepticon. He managed to hit my ship, I had to enter my stasis pod as a last resort. I suppose this was the closest rock. This Earth. Though, I suppose this isn't so bad. I lost all of my weaponry however." 

"That is alright, old friend. We will assist you."

"Optimus, what is your status?" Ratchet's voice rang through our comm links. 

"Ratchet, send us a ground bridge. And prepare the medbay." 

"I'm alright, Prime."

Optimus only gave the weapon specialist a knowing look before a bridge appeared. Smokescreen entered first. As we all came through, IronHide appeared behind me. Bulkhead was the first to speak, "IronHide, come here you big lug!" IronHide was swept off his peds. He grunted but cracked a smile. 

"Heya, Bulkhead," he was finally sat down. He noticed WheelJack, who seemed just as excited. Though, he knew better than to hug the other wrecker. "WheelJack, it is good to finally see you again." The two shook servos. 

"It's good to see you. My weapons have been needing a tune up." IronHide seemed to light up a bit at that. The thought of finally putting his expertise back into use was all he wanted to hear.