A/n: Second chaper into this, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Recognize it? Belongs to Hastak.
How we met the first time around 2: Someone to hate
As life would have it, it would not be the first nor the last time the doc 'bot would see of the cadets. Well, maybe for Bumblebee and Bulkhead, he never saw them on Academy Grounds again after the first check up.
"Rumor has it they got demoted to space bridge maintenance," First Aid, Ratchet's apprentice, said when Wheeljack inquired about the two.
"Is that so?" the engineer mused as he tinkered with a new invention.
"Yep, they dropped a whole building on Sentinel Minor," the trainee added, causing Ratchet to spit out his drink and chortle while 'Jack laughed.
"Serves 'im right!" the Chief Medical Officer snickered, wiping the spilt energon from his mouth.
After sharing a few more laughs with his coworkers, the medic left for his medbay with a content smile after getting paged about a patient waiting for him. "What seems to be the pro…" he began, cutting himself short when he saw who was on the table. His expression turned into annoyance as one Ironhide sat pleasantly as could be on it…with half his arm gone.
"What happened?" he asked as he took out replacement metal plating and circuitry.
"Well, can't ya guess?" he grinned, Ratchet noticing the crippling pain the cadet felt ooze through his words.
"Nope, now lay down. I'm going to turn off most of your pain receptors so you don't feel much," he instructed, pushing the young mech down gently.
Ratchet the Hatchet was known for two things in the Academy Grounds; first was his infamous temper and equally notorious aim, second was his workmanship. He was immersed in his work, making it thorough and exceptionally well done. Ironhide lay quiet, watching the older 'bot work on his injuries. He took a peculiar interest in how his hands moved.
"How's the shoulder?" Ratchet asked, linking a cable to its replacement.
"Oh, uh, it's been acting up a li'l, y'know with you pulling half of its wires out," he chuckled, surprised the CMO remembered something rather trivial.
"Ingrate," he grumbled as he welded metal plating. After inspecting the appendage for any other damage, he turned his attention to the shoulder injury, "Let me see, kid."
Surely, the wires from their last encounter were deteriorated to the point of rust. "Did you drink the energon I gave you?"
"No, it tasted wrong; was that important?" Ironhide answered nonchalantly.
Ratchet faced him with a grunt, "You're a stubborn glitch. I have to replace it or you'll get it infected. Learn to listen, sparkling!"
"I would if you didn't yell my audios off," 'Hide replied, slightly aggravated, "'Sides, it's YOUR fault it's like this."
"Look, I'm not about to bicker with a half witted cadet, so stuff it. I was only doing my job," the medic growled, "Now, you WILL drink what you are told and you WILL OBEY doctor's order, got it soldier?"
Ironhide glared and drew his optics elsewhere.
"You are to rest for the remainder of the cycle and not overexert yourself for ten megacycles. If I see you around here before then, I will personally throw you out like the stupid little glitch that you are," Ratchet ordered, scribbling on a data pad and handing it over to the cadet.
The orange cadet grumbled inaudibly, took the pad and left in a huff.
"What was that all about?" First Aid asked as he entered the medbay for his practice.
"Stupid fragger got himself injured and has the guts to blame me!" Ratchet ranted angrily.
"Hate to break it to you, but you got another page…" First Aid relayed, already ducking for cover.
"Don't say it…"
"It's the twins; they, um," the trainee began, but the medic was already stalking through the bay before he could finish.
"ACK, RUN SUNNY!" was the only warning the yellow Lamborghini twin heard from his red brother before a wrench clonked him into submission.
Meanwhile, the red mech walked away from the medical facilities with an annoyed growl on his face towards the Academy Grounds. He'd get back at that stubborn medic, somehow.
It was just a matter of how and when.
