Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…

Checkup


Ratchet thrummed his fingertips on the table, thinking of the large stack of datapads in his office. There had been too many small incidents happening lately and as a result, he was getting behind on his reports.

Where was he?

The whoosh of the medbay door opening caught Ratchet's attention. Hound carefully walked in, making sure not to run into anything or anyone for that matter. Ratchet got up and motioned for Hound to take a seat while Ratchet gave him that look.

"What?" Hound questioned innocently. "I'm not late, am I?"

Ratchet crossed his arms and narrowed his optics suspiciously at the tracker before him. "Alright Hound, what strange organic creature do you have stuck up your tailpipe this time?"

"Why would you assume that I have something stuck up my tailpipe?" Hound tried defending himself against the CMO.

Ratchet leaned closer to the tracker; voice down to almost a whisper to keep what he was about to say out of the audios of the others currently inhabiting the medbay. "Owl. Rabbit. Lizard. Starfish. Apple. Raccoon. Do I need to be more specific?"

Hound met Ratchet's optics before protesting, "It was an accident."

"That's what you always say." Ratchet replied gloomily as he grabbed the tools necessary for extraction.

"It was! Except for the raccoon. Mirage wasn't happy about that raccoon…"

"Alright Hound, since you can still walk, I need you to lay down on the berth." Ratchet waited for Hound to comply before connecting the tracker with some mild sedatives for what might be yet another long procedure.

"Will I be alright?" Hound questioned, getting sleepy as the sedatives started to work. "You're not going to… hurt it… right?"

Ratchet turned on a light to get a better look. Spotting the most recent addition to the growing list, the medbot suddenly straightened. "Holy slagging Primus! What the frag is that?"