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Yes...so here it is. For all those who've asked about it. I hope you enjoy it > blah blah blah...go read now...
Bumblebee watched as Ratchet walked away form him down the hall. He was heading to take care of Bumblebee's "problem" an unhappy look upon his face and even though Bumblebee was angry at the others he felt a bit sorry that they had to face Ratchet but, only a bit.
Once Ratchet made it to the common room he glanced around the room to see who was present. Everyone, he thought, it seems Prime is being generous because of the lack of Decepticon attacks.
"I would appreciate it if everyone would leave the room!" He spoke up, his voice firm and commanding, causing everyone's head to turn towards him. When they caught sight of him they knew something was wrong. His arms were crossed and the unhappy expression was still on his face.
"Ratchet?" Prime questioned, "What is the meaning of this?"
"I would appreciate it, if everyone would leave," he repeated himself as he looked Prime optic to optic before he turned to a table placed in the corner that was seating the three very mechs he was looking for, "except them."
"What!?" Jazz, one of the three, squeaked. Ratchet ignored him in favor of turning back to the others, his look sending all save Prime scrambling from the room. None wanted to face the medic's wrath like the unlucky three stuck there.
Prime stood slowly and walked towards Ratchet giving him a questioning look.
"Don't worry," Ratchet smirked, "I won't do anything more than they deserve."
Prime sighed, "That's what I'm worried about, but," he spared a glance at the three bots, "I won't stop you."
With that he walked past Ratchet and out of the room, the doors swishing closed behind him.
Once everyone was gone Ratchet set his optics back to the table as he started to walk towards it.
"Ratchet, we didn't do anything!" Sunstreaker said trying to reason with the CMO. He along with his twin Sideswipe were the other two seated at the table.
Ratchet's smirk only grew at Sunstreaker's try at defense. His change in look caused the guilty party to shrink down in their seats. Reaching the table Ratchet's smirk slowly faded leaving him to look emotionless.
Leaning over the table he caught their optics and began to speak in a quiet, slow voice, this was to make sure they would listen.
"I've heard some terrible news," he began. "It seems you three have a hard time trying to keep certain comments to yourselves."
Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Jazz chanced a glance at each other, seeing the same thing in each others optics. Guilt, at what they had done, and fear at what Ratchet was going to do.
"I know you know what I'm talking about," he continued when he knew he had their attention again, "and I don't like it!"
His words stayed calm and clear it was a tactic he knew was intimidating. It wouldn't give the mechs the ability to tell how he truly felt.
"R-Ratchet we-"
"Quiet!" Ratchet hissed out, causing Sideswipes comment to die in his throat, "I'm not done yet." He glared.
"Now, if I get word that you three were going to even think about thinking about making one of those…comments, I'll reconfigure you till you're so messed up you won't even recognize who you are! Do we understand each other!?" He finished with a growl and answered for them.
"Yes? Good. Now," He began to turn away and walk towards the door, "Why don't you three have a great rest of the day."
He walked out the door happily, leaving the three to stare after him and only after Jazz was sure he was gone did he speak up, "He was…just messing, right?"
He looked hopeful but, when, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe both gave shakes of their heads Jazz's face fell.
"Slag it."
