Hello again! This story appeared in my head one day, and I thought I might as well get it down. It's kind of a break from my other stories, which I have lost my muse for, and it's more of a fluffy scene that I wish had happened during the series. Not too funny, not too dramatic, and not too sad. But enough of my procrastinating, on to the story!

Also, I own a totally awesome "Doctor Who", Weeping Angels T-Shirt, but I do not own Transformers. Maybe, someday...

Ratchet's P.O.V.

I watched Optimus out of the corner of my optic while I pretended to clean my tools. He had spent five days straight at the monitor, attempting to decode the coordinates for the Omega Keys while only refueling twice and not leaving the main silo once. That not's too long on Cybertron, but we had become accustomed to following Earth's day and night cycles, and five days without recharge is enough to make even Optimus tired. I was just surprised he hadn't collapsed to the ground from exhaustion. I admit, the decoding of the coordinates was important, but Optimus was pushing himself way to hard.

I sat the blow torch I had tuned up down and cautiously walked over to the monitor. Optimus didn't make a move to acknowledge me, his optics trained on the screen and servos never leaving the keys.

I cleared my throat, but he didn't turn around. I held my ground, and he finally asked, "Do you need something Ratchet?"

I glanced at the green screen of the monitor, and replied, "No, but what about you Optimus? You've hardly left the monitor."

"The finding of the Omega Keys is far more important than my personal needs."

I knew you were going to say that, I thought to myself, but said, "Optimus, you're going to have to recharge sometime. It's unhealthy to stay awake this long."

"I assure you Ratchet, I am fine," he answered, and finally turned around to face me. "But what about you old friend, you need your rest as well."

You did not just say that. "The well-being of my patients is far more important than my personal needs." As the humans say, fire with fire.

Optimus managed the slightest of smiles, but turned back around to continue working. "As you wish Ratchet, but I am neither ill nor injured. I believe you have some time to rest."

That son of a gli-

"Hey Ratchet!"

I lowered my optics to look at Miko, who had hopped out of Bulkhead's alt-mode and was walking past my pedes. She looked up and waved to Optimus, "Hi Bossbot!"

"Hello Miko," he replied, but didn't turn around.

Miko stuck her tongue out at him, but continued to make her way to the children's TV area. She skipped to the railing that was located closest to the monitor, and leaned over it, her feet leaving the metal ground as she balanced herself out. She looked at Optimus face, "Jeez Optimus, you look sleepy. Wait, do you guys even sleep?"

Optimus answered her before I could, "We do not sleep like you do, only enter a period of stasis to recharge our systems."

Miko tilted her head, "So, you look recharge-y?" She turned her head to look at me, "Wow Ratchet, do you treat all your minions like this?"

I scowled and was about to retort when Bulkhead transformed and interrupted me, "She does have a point Optimus; you shouldn't work yourself too hard."

Optimus let out a miniscule sigh and turned back around, "I am fine, and do not need to recharge. I must decode the coordinates before the Decepticons."

Miko stopped teetering over the railing and crossed her arms in frustration, "Sheesh, where's a mom when you need one?"

I rolled my optics at her, but then returned my attention to Optimus. He had turned back around to continue working on the monitor, but that didn't stop me from trying one last time. "Optimus, you'll have to recharge or else your systems will go into self-shutdown. And then it would take a week at earliest to get you back online."

"Self-shutdown?" Miko asked. "What's that?"

Bulkhead took his turn to answer, "If your systems get too stressed then they'll force themselves to shut down. If that happens then it takes even longer for them to recharge and get back to full strength."

"Oh! Like fainting?"

"Yeah, kinda."

I placed my servos on my hips, "And this will happen to Optimus if he doesn't recharge!"

"Ratchet," the commanding tone of Optimus' voice startled me for a moment, "I do not need to recharge. My systems will not shutdown."

I scowled, and Bulkhead, sensing the approaching argument asked, "Uh, Miko, want to go for a drive?"

For once Miko got the message, "Sure. It's boring here without Jack and Raf anyway." With that she bolted down the steps and into the waiting alt-mode of Bulkhead. He sped off in a cloud of dust.

I felt my aggravation growing, "The Database won't get decoded if you don't recharge!"

"Ratchet, I do not need to recharge."

"Yes you do, says the highly trained medical officer."

Optimus opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when he found no way to contradict me. I crossed my arms in victory, "Now go recharge."

"Very well," I sighed in relief, "but only after I decode the coordinates." He turned back around and continued to work. I uncrossed my arms, and my servos hung at my sides. Did he just do that?

I scowled, You know what? Scrap this. I walked away from the monitor, only to go past the med-bay and back behind my medical supply area. After shoving a few boxes out of the way, I got to my knees to lift some of the panels off the floor. I was able to lift it a few yards up, but not before it let out a loud metallic screech of complaint. I froze and tried to look around the piles of supplies to see if Optimus reacted. He didn't.

I sighed in relief and lifted the panel a little higher. Only a slight squeak of the metal. I twisted to the side and used my shoulder to hold the metal in place, and then examined the collection of wires that ran under the floor. It took me a nano-click, but I eventually found the right ones. For once I was glad for the primitive Earth tech. I grabbed a bundle of deep blue wires, and with the other servo, disconnected them from the main frame.

Stray sparks flew, but I didn't let go of the wires until I heard the deep hum of the monitor shut down. I removed my shoulder from beneath the panel, and it dropped back down with a satisfying clank. I brushed my servos past each other a couple times, knocking the dust off them. I got to my pedes, and made my way back around the medical bay.

When I reached him, Optimus was standing there looking at me, hands on his hips. "What did you do?"

I grinned, despite the fact that I would most certainly be punished, "I just disconnected the monitor power system and only I know how to put them back," which was a bluff. "So plenty of time for you to get some recharge."

He rose and optic ridge, before reaching out behind himself and pressing a button on the monitor keyboard. There was a small ding, before the green monitor screen flickered to life. My jaw dropped, before I mentally slapped myself. Of course. He activated the monitor back-up battery supply. Able to run for three days straight with no other power source, installed for power outages, and by me. Scrap.

Without a word, Optimus turned back to the monitor and resumed the endless decoding of the coordinates. I scowled and felt my fingers curl into fists. With no other ideas, I spun on my heel the other direction, and then walked into the halls of the base. "No good, stubborn, thick-minded, son of a-," I continued ranting as I made my way to my workshop, the only place I could think without getting tackled by noise.

"Hey Ratchet!" the sudden interruption of my mumbling brought me to a halt, and I looked up from the floor to see Bumblebee. The scout was standing by the door frame of his berth room, one shoulder resting on the steel. Whenever Bumblebee didn't have any missions, or if Rafael wasn't at base, he would often roam the halls of the base, exploring all the rooms we hadn't been able to check out yet. Or in this case, go to his room and collapse on his berth. "What did Miko do this time?"

I crossed my arms, "This time, it wasn't Miko. That stubborn Prime refuses to recharge! He's going to force himself to shut down if he keeps on like this."

Bumblebee left the door frame and stretched his arms up in the air. He must have just woken up. "Man, I remember when I wouldn't recharge. My caregiver had to practically knock me out before I shutdown. Just imagine what my carrier would have done."

I leaned my back against the wall, "Second time someone has mentioned Carriers. Well, Miko said mom, but same point."

Bumblebee's doorwings lifted in a joking manner, "Too bad we don't have Optimus' carrier here, huh? She could get him to recharge."

My optics shifted to the floor, "Yes, too bad." But we do have the next best thing.

"Wait, you want me to do what?"

I sighed as I drove down the street. June Darby was sitting in the driver's seat, while Jack was in the passengers. I had offered to pick June from work and Jack from school, mainly because I didn't want to speak to them at base. Optimus might have gotten suspicious.

I answered, "I want you to get Optimus to recharge, or sleep. He hasn't for five days, and he's going to do more harm than good if he keeps on trying to decode the Autobot codes."

Jack cut in, "So basically, you want her to go into angry parent mode and scold Optimus?" June most likely shot him a disapproving glare, for he added, "I'll stop talking now."

I stopped at a red light, "In short, yes."

I felt June lean back in the seat, "Why can't you get him to? You are the doctor."

The light turned green, "Optimus has avoided my advice since he was a sparkling. He knows how to best me."

"A wrench could do it," Jack said to himself, but I didn't reply.

This time it was June's turn to sigh, "I suppose I could… But you'll keep him from stepping on me, right?"

"First, thank you. And second, Optimus would never do that."

Jack spoke up, "Joke, Ratchet. It was a joke."

The next day June drove into base in her faded green car after her shift. Now her coming wasn't exactly my first choice, but all the other 'bots had tried getting Optimus to recharge, and with no avail. As Miko put it, "'Sometimes the airplanes don't work. That's when you call in the helicopter moms.'"

As June stepped out of the car all the 'bots and humans seemed to lean forward in anticipation of what would happen next. We had made sure to warn everyone (except for Optimus), of what was going to happen, less someone gets surprised and starts yelling at June. I made sure to tell Smokescreen personally.

June smiled as she stepped forward, "Hi everyone!" She made a point to pause and turn to Optimus, "Hello Optimus."

He only replied with a, "Hello Ms. Darby." Oh, so now he speaks.

June frowned, as if analyzing the situation, before resuming her regular smile. She made her way to the small monitor station next to the main one, and right next to where Optimus was working. As she did so everyone went back to what they were doing. Arcee talked with Bumblebee, Miko, Jack, and Raf were playing video games, Bulkhead and Smokescreen were watching, and I continued organizing my tools. We all kept an eye on the monitor area.

June rested her arms on the railing, "So, Optimus, what are you working on?"

"Decoding Autobot codes. They will give us coordinates to find more relics."

She nodded, "Can't Ratchet or one of the others do it too?"

"No. Only me." He didn't turn away from the screen.

"So you've been working on this all by yourself? Have you been able to sleep or eat?" I sat my wrench down and gave my full attention to the two. I hated to admit it, but June knew how to approach a topic better than me.

"I have refueled when necessary, but I do not need to recharge." I narrowed my optics, both lies.

June tilted her head slightly, "That means no sleep for what, five, six days?"

"That is, correct." His servos remained on the keyboard.

"I'm no Cybertronian sleep cycle expert," her eyes flicked over to me, "but that sounds like a long time. You should get some rest."

"I do not need to." Did he sound, annoyed?

June stood up straight and crossed her arms, "Are you sure? You look kind of tired."

"Yes, I am sure." Okay, he was definitely annoyed now.

I expected to hear June's usual, cheerful voice, but all there was a flat, unfeeling tone when she said, "Sleep, now."

"I'm sorry?" Optimus finally turned away from the monitor to look at June. Everyone had followed in suit and was watching as June put her hands on her hips.

"You heard me. You need to sleep, and you're not doing anyone good standing at that monitor all day." June's eyes were narrowed, and there was stern frown on her face.

Optimus already looked uncomfortable, "June, it is more important for me to decode-,"

"Don't give me any of that Optimus! You are wearing yourself out and won't do anyone good if you don't get some rest!" June's words flooded my processor with the memories of my carrier scolding me after I disobeyed her.

Optimus crossed his arms now, "I will not leave this post until the coordinates are decoded." Oh, wrong move.

June's face flashed with anger, and she took a step forward to where she was pressed against the railing. She gripped the railing with the both hands, her shoulders tense and knuckles turning white. Honestly, at that moment June looked scarier than Megatron on a bad day.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me mister! You will go to your room and sleep whether you like it or not! Or do you need me to drag your sorry hide there myself?!" June's voice was like that of all mothers when they were mad at one of their children. Threatening and imposing, while keeping that calm and in control mood to them. When that voice hits any child's ears, they know to stop whatever crazy thing they were doing and run to their room.

June gave an exhausted sigh, and looked at the ground, "I swear you are behaving like a toddler that wants to stay up all night." She looked back up to stare Optimus straight in the optic, "Now go to sleep Optimus."

Optimus shuffled his pedes, "I must protest June. The finding of the Omega Keys is more important than my wellbeing."

"Do I really need to say it again? Sleep. Now!" There was a silent stare down, June still clasping the railing, and Optimus still standing by the monitor. The watchers of the event stood frozen, eager to see what happened next.

Finally, Optimus sighed, and said, "Very well June, I will recharge now." Without saying another word he walked away from the monitor, and entered the halls of the base. Before heading to his berth room, Optimus turned around once more, as if asking if he really had to go. June just frowned again and pointed in the direction of the halls. Optimus nodded and continued to his room.

Once Optimus was out of sight, a silence of awe settled over the silo, until June lowered her hand and turned back to the assembled bot's and humans. With a smile, she said, "Wow, I haven't done that since Jack was in elementary school! I was afraid I had lost my touch."

Jack groaned, "Mom, really?"

Miko, however, was grinning like a fool, "That was awesome! Jeez Ratchet, when I said you needed a mom I didn't think you'd take me seriously!" Jack face palmed.

I smiled slightly and crossed my arms, "I must thank you Ms. Darby. You did what I could not."

June smiled again, "It's in the job description of being a mom, Ratchet. It's no big deal."

"Except for the fact that you're the only one to scold Optimus like a sparkling since he became a Prime! I applaud you," Bumblebee exclaimed, and started giving a June a round of applause. Raf translated.

Arcee rolled her optics, "Says the sparkling."

"I'm not a sparkling!"

"Sure act like one."

"Stay out of this Smokescreen!"

Miko jumped into the conversation, "Careful! Helicopter Mom might have to send you to your rooms!" June sent her another disapproving look. "Sorry."

There you have it! This was just a little scene that happened during the retrieving-of-the-relics part of Season 2, which now that I think about it, is pretty much the entire season... Okay, it's a little scene that I wished happen while Optimus was decoding the Iacon Database.

Anywho, I think I'll make this a three-shot, with the next chapter being the aftermath of Optimus getting sent to his room. No spoilers about the third chapter though!

Don't forget to review and comment! There's a nice white button now!

Also, I apologize if I got some plot details wrong, wrote this in a slight rush. :)