This was meant to be a oneshot.. I dunno if I'm gonna do more with it. xD I guess it's up to you guys, because I don't wanna write a story nobody's gonna read. Haha :P

So tell meh what'cha think! :)

Will swallowed hard, standing outside the large doors. He was debating on whether or not it was a good idea to enter and disturb that mech inside. He'd witnessed Autobots go in and come out with dents and scratches. He shuddered. Why did Optimus have to make him do it?

Trying his best to shake it off, he raised a fist and knocked on the door. At first there was silence, and then the loud snap and creaking indicated the door was unlocking and began to open. Will felt like he was in some horror flick and that he was about to see something bloody on the other side. He took in a deep breath when the door finally ceased to open and he found himself staring beyond the large room.

It seemed dark at first, but when his eyes adjusted to the new surroundings, he saw that there was a dim light in the background. He walked forward and saw the mech he was looking for. Sitting at his desk, a data pad in his hands. To Will he was the greeter to Hell. He was the most feared mechanic in all the galaxies. He was the one who Chuck Norris did not screw with.

He was Autobot medic, Ratchet.

Will was staring at him for so long, he didn't even notice the alien robot staring back at him. "You want something?" Will flinched at his tone and somewhere in the world, a puppy had died. He didn't sound pleased.

Will quickly cleared his throat, not wanting to waste his time any more than he was probably already doing. "Optimus sent me to tell you that there'll be a new medic here and she-"

"What?" Ratchet snapped in question, so loud, Mt. Everest had an avalanche. He turned the side of his head so his audio receptor, or to Will, ear, was facing him better.

Will scratched his arm. He was usually a fearless soldier, but when it came to Ratchet when he was in one of his moods, he felt as if he were living his worst nightmares. "I said that Optimus sent me-"

Ratchet waved a hand in front of him. "I heard what you said. But she?"

Will looked and was confused, but then it dawned on him. Ratchet had no problem with female medics, but he didn't like to train the new ones. He'd heard stories of them either deathly afraid of blood, telling the Autobot CMO that he was doing things wrong, or even finding his holoform attractive and trying to seduce him in the med bay. Will enjoyed hearing the stories about the last one. He nodded, "Yeah. Um," He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a paper. Ratchet's impatient eyes burned through him. "Her name's Francesca Hellmann. Uh, she's twenty-eight and about to graduate from med school. She wants to work at a military base as a medical officer, so we're bringing her in." He paused. "Optimus wants you to train her." He looked up at Ratchet, expecting the worst.

Ratchet made a noise as if air was coming out of his body, and Will could've sworn he saw steam. "Excuse me," Ratchet said in the most calm voice Will had ever heard come from the medic, but stood up with so much force, he ended up knocking his chair over. Will took a step back in surprise, flinching from the sudden impact of chair against floor. He watched as Ratchet stomped out of the med bay. Will decided to follow, knowing he would be needed... and also because he found the situation highly amusing.

Ratchet was tough to catch up with, but finally Will found himself in the office of Prime. Ratchet had already begun his rampage. "This is an outrage!" He yelled, slamming his hands on Prime's desk. "Absolutely ridiculous! I never signed up for this.. this human baby-sitting job. What do you think I am? Some robot who does everybody's bidding? I'm a medic for Primus's sake! Which, in case you were wondering, means I have a long medical agenda and I do medical things!-"

"Ratchet-" Optimus tried to interfere, but Ratchet continued his vociferating.

"-You think I have time for this fragging fatuity? My schedule is filled to its full capacity!" The CMO huffed out his last word and silence followed. Will had his face buried in his hands, trying not to laugh. These were the days he looked forward to the most during his life as a soldier.

During Ratchet's fury storm, Optimus's eyes had slowly drifted from his desk, to his medic. He was clearly confused. Until he looked at Will, he had no idea what Ratchet was yelling about. Optimus tried to hide his own amusement while looking at the Colonel. He sighed. "Ratchet, I assure you this femme has much more experience in the subject and I should add that she is ten years older than the others. Therefore, making her more mature."

Ratchet, who had seemed to calm down to Will, quickly changed in attitude and slammed a hand on his desk once more. "That is not the point!" He bellowed. "I filled my schedule with important meetings, and tests. Not to mention the daily check-ups I give the soldiers and, I should probably add, yourself. If I was informed of this earlier, there would be no issue!"

"Then perhaps you can make her a part of your tests and check-ups," The leader suggested. Will looked at Ratchet. If the CMO's face could have gotten red, he would've been mistaken as a fire truck if he was in his alternate mode.

Ratchet suddenly went into a state called 'scary calm' according to Will. He seemed to stand up straighter. "Alright," He began, his voice pitch a tad higher than normal. "Fine." He straightened and somehow Optimus hoped he was leaving. "But if she's in any way similar to the others, Primus help me, I will dump her aft on you, and you can deal with the absurdity!" With that, he spun around and stomped out of the office.

Optimus closed his optics and placed his head in his hands. Will whistled, knowing this was usually not the way Ratchet acted towards his fellow leader. "Know what's been up with him lately?"

It took Prime a few seconds to reply, and when he did, he sounded stressed. "You don't know what today is, do you?" The two made eye contact.

Will looked away as if to think, and then looked back. "No," he shrugged. "Except that it's Tuesday?"

The commander shook his head, knowing Will didn't quite understand. He sighed. "Back on Cybertron, during one of our smaller brawls, a medic and a good friend of Ratchet's, was killed." He scratched at his head. "If I have my facts correct, they were going to wait until they left Cybertron to become bonded. They cared deeply for one another." Will looked away as Optimus finished. Prime released a flow of warm air. "That was exactly eight-hundred years ago and ever since then, every time the date comes up, he gets this way. I didn't intentionally try to put stress on him, but regardless of what happened, work still has to be done and there's no other medic to do the job."

Will suddenly felt pain for Ratchet. He had no idea what it was like to lose the love of your life. He was blessed with Sarah. He almost wished there was a way he could help Ratchet, but he knew the medic would disregard his actions and words. "Should I explain this to Francesca?" He asked, knowing she was due to arrive any minute.

Optimus nodded. "Please do, but don't discuss it with anybody else, and please make sure she keeps it to herself. I don't want her thinking that he is miserable because of her arrival."

Will nodded, fully understanding the situation. "Yes, sir." He walked out the office. As soon as Will exited, he was met with a soldier.

"Sir, a plane just arrived with Miss Francesca Hellmann," He said. "She's currently waiting for your arrival in the main tower."

Will nodded and walked to his new destination. As soon as he got to the main communications tower, he scanned the area until he saw an unfamiliar looking woman sitting in a chair, three suit cases beside her. As soon as she saw Will walking towards her, she smiled and stood up, extending her hand.

Will took it, noticing how firm her hand shake was. "Nice to meet you finally," She said.

He nodded, producing his own smile. "My pleasure. So, I assume you'd like to meet your trainer?"

She noticed his frown and nodded, but looked concerned. "Yes, of course, but is something wrong?"

Placing a hand on her back, he turned her around and motioned a hand to the seat, beckoning her to sit down. She did so, and he sat next to her. "Well, you see, Ratchet has not been in the greatest mood today. I was actually just informed about this not too long ago from the head commander. Um," he paused and swallowed. She nodded, waiting for him to reply. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she waited for him to finish. "A long time ago, he lost somebody important to him and this date is the day it happened, so-"

Her eyes widened. "Oh, don't worry about it," She smiled. "I completely understand."

He nodded and smiled back. "Thank you. He was pretty grumpy with me earlier, just as a warning. I'm not sure how he'll handle you."

"He wasn't too happy about my arrival to begin with, huh?" She frowned. Will somehow guessed that Ratchet wasn't the first who hadn't been too happy with her arrival. He wasn't sure why. She seemed like a nice woman.

He nodded. "Yeah, but, it's only because the last trainees he had were.. let's say, unbearable. You seem like you know what you're doing and are willing to learn what he has to teach. Ratchet has been in the medical field for many, many, many years. He knows everything there is to know."

She grinned at this. "Don't worry. I'll put on my best behavior."

He stood up and nodded, smiling. "Good. Glad to hear, and I'm honored to have you aboard. Just follow me and I'll point you in the right direction of the med bay."

Ratchet sat at his desk, his eyes fixated on his data pad, but for some reason he was not reading it. He really didn't care about his work. The thought of what had happened those many hundreds of years ago burned through his processors and he could not get himself to even think about his busy schedule ahead of him. And to add on to the chaos, a new femme trainee had added herself to his schedule uninvited. He closed his optics and groaned into his hands. He knew she'd be no different than the rest. There was no doubt in his mind.

There was a knock and his spark seemed to skip a beat. She was here, no doubt. Before he opened the doors he began to think about what she was going to be like. Probably stubborn, childish with a high-pitched voice. Maybe she'd be too concerned about other things than his teachings. Or perhaps, like one of the femmes he'd had in the past, she would likely be more worried about his looks than his words.

He sighed, pressing the button that would open the doors. As the sunlight peaked through, he knew this was the moment of truth. Despite how bright the main sequence star was, he saw the silhouette of a slender figure approach him from outside. As soon as she was far enough in the room, he pressed the button again, closing the door.

He stood up as she continued to approach, a soft smile across her pink lips. She had big eyes, long eye lashes, boney cheeks and long, dark strawberry black hair pulled up into a ponytail. She stopped before him. She'd heard about the Autobots and was sent multiple pictures and videos of them in order to prepare herself for the real meetings. She never knew meeting them face to face would be this challenging. Still, she put on her best posture and smile. "Hello. I'm Francesca Hellmann. Feel free to call me Cesca though."

He produced what sounded like a sigh mixed with the turning of gears and the sound of compressed air. This somewhat amazed Francesca. "I see." He did not sound too enthused.

She frowned, but then cleared her throat, remembering what Colonel Lennox had told her. She walked up to his desk, and held out a tan folder. He gently took it between his fingers. "These are my files. Feel free to take a look. I'm here to train and do my work as you tell me to. I was informed that you've had some previous trainees who weren't exactly what you had planned. I want you to know that I'll do my best and be there whenever I'm needed."

Ratchet opened the folder. Even though the paperwork, compared to him, was small, he could still read them with ease. He had to admit, he was impressed, but he couldn't know for sure if she would keep to her word. He remembered hearing almost those exact words from several of his other trainees.

After taking a quick scan, he slapped the files down on the desk, making her flinch slightly. "I've already talked to my commander about you. You should know that I wasn't too thrilled finding out today that you were on your way. I have a tight schedule that, at this point, can no longer be changed." She nodded in understanding as he continued. "If you shall disobey an order, I'm warning you now that I've requested permission to hand you over to my commander and he will likely make you go back to where you came from."

Again she nodded. "I understand, sir."

He stared at her for a while. Averting his eyes, he sighed. "I'll start you off tomorrow. Usually I start right away, but I figured since you just arrived on a very long and extremely tiresome flight, you can have the day off."

She nodded, knowing this was a lie, but she wasn't going to argue with a day off. "Thank you." He pushed the button, opening the door for her to exit.

Suddenly, he remembered something. Before she had the chance to turn around, he spoke. "Your file only has one parent listed."

She stopped and turned to face him again. She looked around and Ratchet questioned to himself if that was a good idea to say or not. He did not mean to pry into her business. She responded anyway. "My mother was a flight attendant. Um, she was killed in a plane crash a couple years ago."

These words that came from her mouth made him feel as if an asteroid had just plunged into his spark chamber. He looked away, wishing he hadn't mentioned it. "I apologize."

She shrugged. "It's always good to talk about that kind of stuff to help get it off your chest." She waited for some sort of a response, but smiled when he didn't reply. "Good day, Officer."

He watched her walk out of the med bay, shocked.

The next day came fast for Ratchet and he found himself in the office of Prime. There was something he needed to do if he wanted to fit Francesca into his schedule, and that included one thing. "I'm just coming to inform you that I've canceled all daily check-ups for this week. It's what needs done if I want to begin her training." Then he looked at Ironhide and slit his optics. "So that means don't bother me unless you're dying or there's a scraplet infestation."

Optimus removed his head from his hands and looked up. "Very well."

With a nod, Ratchet turned around and headed out the office, closing the door behind him. As soon as Ironhide heard the click that the door was fully closed, he turned and smirked at Optimus. "Hopefully this one works out for 'im." He shook his head and sighed. "I met 'er today. She reminds me of her."

"Don't tell him that," Optimus warned. The last thing he wanted was for Ratchet to be in one of his moods again, especially if he wanted this femme trained. "I haven't met her yet, so I can't exactly tell how things will go from my point of view. I'm praying she's as hard working as she says, for Ratchet's sake."

Ironhide nodded, "I couldn't agree more."

When Ratchet finally entered his medical bay again, he noticed Francesca sitting at his desk. In her hand was a pencil and she was writing in a notebook while examining one of his data pads. Curious, he walked towards her, his hard metal feet tapping the ground. "What are you doing?"

Startled, she looked up and laughed. "Oh, you scared me." She shrugged and looked back down at her writing. "Just taking some notes." She watched as he looked down at her paper, examining the freshly taken notes about Cybertronians and his soon-to-be-inventions he was currently working on. "I'm absolutely amazed by your work and your species."

He didn't even notice himself doing it, but he was smiling and a feeling of pride erupted inside his systems. "I can already tell you're a dedicated worker. You've taken four pages worth of notes in fifteen minutes." He carefully flipped through the papers, coming across a drawing he recognized as one of the pictures in his data pad. It was so neatly sketched and even included some detailed shading. He was impressed. "Are you an artist?"

She chuckled and shook her head, taking the notebook from him and sighing. "I wanted to be, but my passion for the arts wasn't as strong as my passion for the medical field. It was a difficult decision."

He nodded. "I see. I could never imagine having two choices. Medical has always been my number one thing to do."

Francesca smiled. "You seem very talented. I've heard a story or two earlier from some of the other Autobots." She chuckled and closed her eyes, shaking her head.

Ratchet frowned. "Let me guess. Sideswipe and/or Sunstreaker told you, and it has something to do with wrenches?"

At first she stopped moving and just stared at him. Suddenly her eyes widened slightly and she began to laugh, faintly nodding her head. When she was done, she took a deep breath. "Yeah. They told me some.. um, interesting things about yourself. But don't worry, they also said that you're very passionate about your work and you do an exceedingly great job."

The corner's of Ratchet's lips twitched into a faint smile. Who knew the Twins could be altruistic for once and not have witty remarks every five seconds? "Well, they're right. But anyway, I just came back in from Optimus's office. I've informed him that I'll be taking the week off from daily check-ups so I can fit you in my schedule. For now, though," He began, standing up straight and reaching for another data pad on the shelf. Pulling it down, he set it on the desk in front of her. She looked at the large computerized notebook. "I'd like you to study the Cybertronian anatomy as well as the human one. I understand you've just come back from medical school and you already know a lot of the human anatomy, but I want you to compare the two and take some notes. If you were to ever accompany me on an emergency, it'd be wise for you to know what you're doing and where you're doing it."

She nodded and picked up her pencil, beaming. "Will do, sir."

She got to work.

Three days had gone by and Francesca had worked a total of 42 hours with Ratchet. He'd gone over tons of medical procedures for both species and she already had a packet full of work. Ratchet had ordered her a new desk, seeing since his was too large and he had a ton of work to do himself and she was currently sitting there, working on her work silently. The only noise she created was the sound of the pencil or pen and the flipping of papers as her hand got to work.

Ratchet, who was sitting at his desk, had taken the time to look up at her. He could hardly concentrate on his work when she was around and it had been an ongoing thing since she first arrived. He wasn't sure why he was so fascinated with her, but he was. She was so tiny, fragile and she was always nose-deep in work. She hadn't once complained about the over load of work and she never once asked for a break. He grumbled and placed a hand on his head, leaning on his elbow.

"Are you okay?" The sudden quiet voice startled him and he realized she was looking back at him.

He made a sound as if he was clearing his throat and looked down at his work. "I'm fine. Just aggravated with my work."

"Do you want to take a break and I'll handle some of it for you?" She offered.

He was shocked. Nobody had ever offered to take more work so he could have some time to himself. He stuttered. "N-no. No, that's fine. I assure you. I'm good, just.. tired is all."

She nodded with a half smile. She could clearly tell he was acting strange and that something was wrong, but she mentally shrugged it off. "Okay. If you do though, just holler." He paused and then nodded, looking back down at his work. Think, Ratchet you old coot. He sighed and took the data pad pen and began to write. "I was wondering," Francesca began, making him look up.

"Wondering what?" He asked.

She dropped her pen and fiddled with her fingers. "Is it possible to maybe teach me.. y'know. Your language?"

He was surprised. It wasn't the question he'd ever think she'd ask. He began to think about it. It would be a good opportunity to know the Cybertronian language, especially if she wanted to become a medic and one day travel with him or maybe talk to the mechs who were still having difficulties with English. The only downfall was it was extremely hard. "I wouldn't mind teaching you, but it is time consuming. It's also about as difficult to learn as Arabic or Basque, if you're still willing."

She smiled. "Ratchet, I speak almost fluent Arabic."

He was literally dumbfounded. Was there anything about this femme not amazing? He blinked. "W-well. In that case, I suppose we can make some time, but I won't be able to teach you until a bit later in your training. I'd like to get the basics done first."

She nodded. "That sounds great," She smiled. "Thank you." Looking back down at her desk, she got back to work.

But Ratchet hadn't gotten back to work. He was still watching her. Why couldn't he stop? He tried mentally slapping himself, tried to think of other things, but nothing would direct his attention elsewhere. Finally he shook his head and stared blankly down at his work. Picking up his pen, he began to write. He stopped abruptly. His data pad was empty.

It was then he realized after sitting there for hours of writing, he literally wasn't writing anything at all and he didn't even realize it. He looked back up at her, surprised, but she didn't seem to notice.

How could one sit there for hours, literally, write down extremely important information, and be so distracted that you didn't even realize till the last minute you weren't really writing anything at all? That never had happened to Ratchet.

Then again, looking back down at the empty data pad, he thought to himself...

There's a first time for everything.

For any of you reading my other stories that I haven't updated in a while (Such as Goodbye's the Saddest Word or my Official Jillian and Ironhide story) Please understand that I'm going through massive writers block with both. I've actually been feeling physically and mentally down lately, but I have a feeling I'll be back on track soon.

This oneshot, along with the other I just recently posted, "7 Gauge Needles", were already pre-typed and I just decided to post them now because I want to keep my readers entertained while I go through writer's block with my in-prgress stories.

So I aplogize! :( I hope to update one of them soon. I have new chapters already started for both, but for some reason i'm stuck in the middle!