Megatron stood before him, with an actual smile. He huffed his annoyance at the silver bot, even though he montioned to an empty medical berth. "Nice center," Megatron commented in an attempt to make small talk.
"Stuff it, Megs," he hissed. He strode over to where the bot waited. Shimmering blue Energon slowly dripped from Megatron's pede onto the pristine white floor below him.
"I'm trying to be... nice, medic. Remember that."
"I'll keep that in mind next time Ironhide's in here with a busted jaw from you slugging him," his words earned a brief barking laugh from Megatron as their bright blue optics, both tainted with amusement, locked.
"He deserved that, and you know it," Megatron pointed out. He vented and grabbed a welder before pulling Megatron's leg up and plopping it harshly on a stool. He pulled one up for himself and set to work. "I bet he whined once you removed the brace."
"Of course! He wouldn't be Ironhide if he didn't complain about something. Glad that he's back to training to be the next Prime's bodyguard rather than roughing it out with you. I have other things to do than patch the two of you up," he growled. He grinned when Megatron jumped as he pulled on a wire. The silver mech tossed a glare in his direction.
"How's your training going, anyways? Haven't heard that you've failed yet. A bunch of the mechs have lost credits 'cause of you."
"Serves them right for betting on me in the first place. How do you think my training's going? You wouldn't be handing me your leg if you'd thought I'd failed. Your limbs are too precious."
"Says the medic that would rather cut them off than fix them. You have the berthside manner of a turbo fox," Megatron remarked. He slammed a tool into an uninjured part of Megatron's leg with a growl.
"Frag you, Megatron. I don't have to have good manners when the patient's unconscious. Should I help you with that?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. Alpha would throw a fit."
"Then keep that mouth of yours out of your aft and shut it," he growled. He could feel Megatron's gaze on his face but he ignored the bot, and focused on the wound. "What did you do this time?"
"Ironhide," Megatron replied cooly. He grinned and flashed it at Megatron.
"Got you this time? Didn't think he had a blade."
"Borrowed it from my brother. It was hilarious to see the twerp's expression though."
"I bet it was for you, Megs. Another mech's misery, pain, or even surprise gets you laughing," he said.
"As if you don't feel the same way."
"Hardly. I take the pain away from mechs. I just inflict misery from time to time," he responded. Megatron broke into a fit of laughter. The silver mech gave him a pat on the back so hard it nearly knocked him from his seat. "Watch it! Your done. Get out of here, mech." Megatron took his leg back and slowly put his weight on it to test the fresh welds. Slight pain shot up from the weld, but Megatron would live.
"You work fast," Megatron told him. He looked into Megatron's optics briefly.
"I was getting tired of you. Now get!" he playfully snapped. He watched Megatron head to the doors and pause before turning back to him.
"Thanks, Ratchet. I owe you."