Okay Then
I do not own Transformers *tear*
This is my first time posting, so please don't kill me.
Ratchet walked into the Med Bay with a dozen or so data pads. Setting them on his desk he set to the task of organizing them till a tired voice spoke.
"Hey Ratchet."
Jumping several feet in the air, Ratchet whirled around to find Trailbreaker in one of the med berths all curled up in a blanket and fluffy pillow supporting his head.
"Why, in Primus' name, are you in here? YOU NERLY MADE MY PROSESOR CRASH!" He started screaming, waving his arms around like a maniac.
"Sorry to scary ya and please stop yelling at me and acting like a lunatic! To answer your question, is that Hound kicked me out of our room," Trailbreaker answered much more calmly, "and this is the only other place I could think of that had an empty bed on a short notice." He finished, burring his head into the pillow.
"Ok that makes since, but may I ask why did he kicked you out?" Ratchet asked as he walked up to the light adjuster to dim the lights so that he could recharge.
"Because he and Mirage are making little Hounds are Mirages!"
Ratchet just stood there for a moment trying to process what he just said. "Okay then, umm…"
"Hey you wanted to know. Now if you would excuse me I'm going to get some sort of recharge before my shift starts." And with that he rolled over and went instantly into recharge.