Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers
Checkup 2
Ratchet glanced over at Hound's still prone figure laying on one of the berths. The operation took longer than expected, mainly because he respected Hound's wish to not harm the creature, whatever the frag it was.
He was just about to head back to his office when the medbay doors opened. Ratchet spun around, spotting Trailbreaker limping in. "What the frag is it now?!"
Today wasn't one of Ratchet's better days.
Trailbreaker stumbled, evidently happy regardless of his current physical condition. "I finally got Smokescreen to say yes. It only cost me my credit book, my ped and my spark."
Ratchet looked down, noticing the missing ped. "Trailbreaker!" He hurried over to where the jeep was, helping the patient get to a nearby berth.
"I've had feelings for the Praxian for a long time now." Trailbreaker winced at the sting of disinfectant being applied to the stump where his ped had once been. "We're now in a relationship."
"Where's your ped?" Ratchet gritted out, optics narrowing suspiciously at the tactician.
"Smokescreen was gambling. He needed my credit book to cover the unexpected loss." Trailbreaker dug his fingers into the berth, trying to find something to cling to since Ratchet wasn't being gentle whatsoever.
"Your. Ped." Ratchet repeated; making the adjustment even more painful.
Trailbreaker winced. "He made a bet and lost. It was the most logical option."
"Because I can get you a new one?" Ratchet asked; his voice laced with venom.
"It's not like that. It was better than my servo. I need that to write." Trailbreaker could feel the panic settling in, just as he knew it would. "Please, Ratchet, I'm sorry."
Ratchet glanced back at Hound, deciding he might as well make due with the circumstances and ask Hound's best friend. Ratchet sighed, picking up a small box that held the still living creature. "What is it?"
It took a moment for Trailbreaker to fully comprehend what Ratchet was asking. Maybe if he acted calm and collected, Ratchet would forget that he was angry about Trailbreaker's loss of a ped. "A platypus. I was wondering where it went. I brought back with me to show to Hound. Where'd you find it?"
Ratchet relaxed, glad to finally know what the creature was. He set the box back down and somewhat gently went back to work after pulling a spare ped out of one of the cabinets. "Hound's tailpipe."
Trailbreaker frowned, wondering what it was like for the Platypus and everything else for that matter.
"Why does it keep happening?"
Trailbreaker laughed nervously, "The twins lost a bet with Smokescreen. Kup wasn't very happy and so to try and show that they were still Wrecker material; they've been sneaking around putting the organic life forms in Hound's tailpipe. They've been pretty good at not getting caught."
Ratchet was adjusting the new ped as he asked yet another question. "So where does Mirage and the raccoon come in?"
"The Wreckers and Special Ops agents got into a heated debate over which group was better. Mirage claimed he could do it better than the twins. The raccoon angered Mirage and so it was the creature of choice. Unfortunately for Mirage, Hound woke up."
Finishing up with the procedure, Ratchet pulled out his favorite wrench, heading out of the medbay.
"Ratchet, where are you going?"
Ratchet glanced over his shoulder, "Getting revenge." Just as he got to the medbay doors, he said one last thing, loud enough for Trailbreaker to hear. "Oh and by the way, congratulations."