Well, here I am. This is another one of those 'prompts' gigs; I thought it'd be fun to try it out. It's on-going and I'm generally using a prompt generator for every chapter, but if you've got one you want me to do, just ask and I'll get to it as soon as possible.
Most of it will be G1 and '07 movie based, but I can do others if asked. Warnings and such will be included in the beginning of the chapter. Enjoy!
Prompt: Ravage/Ratchet/my bad
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Word count: 335
Ravage pawed carefully through the medical supplies that made up the Autobot CMO's med-bay. You'd think that the medic would keep a laser scalpel within easy reach for quick repairs, but apparently not. She couldn't figure out why the Constructicons couldn't just repair the one that Motormaster had unwittingly stepped on as he tried to wring Wildrider's neck, but decided that she couldn't be bothered to ask. The feline turned from the surgical tray she had been sifting through to move on to the numerous drawers the facility contained. One after another proved fruitless, and Ravage was growing impatient.
The cassette tugged at yet another drawer, only to find that it wouldn't budge. Curious, she attempted to assess the problem, wondering if it was locked for some reason. There didn't appear to be a lock on the front plate, and her scanners couldn't detect any sort of mechanical lock inside, so it was just stuck, she decided. Ravage huffed and carefully wiggled the jammed drawer up and down, attempting to open it without gaining the notice of the medic in back room; without warning, the drawer popped open and Ravage, in the middle of a hard tug, pulled it straight out of its slot and spilled the contents all over the floor.
Surprised, Ravage could only think, 'My bad,' as she bolted for the air duct she had used to get in, not bothering to look through the contents of the drawer.
Ratchet, too late to catch the perpetrator, growled at the mess they had left. He scooped the contents back into their drawer before sliding it back into its slot. "This drawer needs to be fixed…" he said to himself before returning to the back room, still muttering. "Probably the slagging twins again, going to have to 'talk' to them about sneaking in…"
With a final sigh, Ratchet picked up the rag he had dropped in his haste to get into the medical bay and continued cleaning the tools he'd used earlier that day.