Hi again! This originally was only planned as a one shot but I though that Sides needed the revenge :D.
Thank you so much to those people that reviewed; flamingmarsh, Starstreak 777, Niteskye, Ted and Fire From Above. It wasa really nice to come back and get positive reviews on my first story for this fandom XD.
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Hope you enjoy the next part!
Sideswipes Revenge part 1
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Sideswipe sat alone in the far end of the hanger that the Autobots frequently used to relax in. It was one of the few places, till the majority of the base was rebuilt, that could hold more than one Autobot at a time and so was used as a temporary 'hang out' as Sam and Mikaela put it.
Really there were two mechs he had to get back at this time, Ironhide, for welding him and his twin aft to aft, and Ratchet for refusing to separate them and leaving them like that for another 3 hours.
How to get them both though? He thought up paint bombs, rearranging all of Ratchet's tools, and Ironhide's weapon collection, but it was all too obvious. He needed a prank that was more inventive than that, one that he would be willing to be put in the newly constructed brig for. (1.)
He grinned, an idea springing to mind, maybe just maybe…
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Ratchet walked into the med bay, for once it was clean, no tool out of place, this was the only reason he had allowed himself a short break to get some Energon to refuel. Still it had been quiet for along time now since the Wheeljack and the twin's fiascos.
So far Wheeljack hadn't dare show his face around the CMO and the twins, perhaps after having the embarrassment of being stuck together for a further 3 hours before Ratchet intervened, were surprisingly quiet too. For the time being Ratchet wasn't too bothered as long as the base didn't explode and the med bay remained spotless.
Although the only reason the base hadn't exploded was probably due to the fact that Wheeljack was currently too busy with the humans, he'd been fascinated by them since he first arrived. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen sentient organic life before, but what seemed to interest the mechanic was how they thrived despite being so apparently fragile. Ratchet agreed with him, but although humans were fragile creatures he certainly saw them as anything but weak, especially from the way they had taken down Blackout in mission city. Still, knowing Wheeljack, to go even a few days without an explosion of some sort was a small miracle in its self despite the distraction.
Lost in his musings, Ratchet almost failed to see Ironhide slipping quietly past the doors. However when he did look up to see the large mech creeping down the corridor, with as much stealth and grace as a bull in a china shop, he called out to him. If Ironhide was sneaking around it only meant one thing, something was wrong.
"What are you doing down here? Haven't you got your useless target range to set up outside of the base?"
Ironhide winced when he realised the medic had caught sight of him and he turned around slowly. His movement was slightly disjointed and ratchet saw the problem immediately.
"Fragger, you've gone and knocked your lower joint out of place again haven't you?"
"No."
Oblivious, Ratchet continued. "And like usual you though you would sneak off and not inform me. Do you know how much more work I have to do to fix your knee joint when you walk on it first? If you come to me straight away I can fix it easily, but no, like usual you try to sneak off and hide it. Do you like creating work for me?"
"It's not that bad." He grumbled sullenly.
"Not that bad! Weren't you listening to a thing I just said? Or have your processors glitched? I didn't realise you were a qualified medic."
Ironhide just grunted in reply.
"I decide whether or not its bad and I decide whether or not to treat you. So you come to me first. Understood?"
"Are you going to treat me or not then doc?" Ironhide was in no mood to put up with Ratchet especially after only just being repainted after the twins little stunt.
Ratchets mood had gone from surprisingly calm to fragged off in less than five minutes and he glowered at Ironhide and pointed to the med bay.
"You are lucky I decide to fix you at all. If it weren't for me you would be a pile of rusting parts by now." He grumbled as he helped Ironhide onto one of the tables.
Ironhide decided not to annoy the medic any further and wisely held his tongue as Ratchet went to one of the draws to get something to help ease the joint back into place.
"I suppose you want this to be pain free too," he grumbled but with a small touch of amusement as he leaned across Ironhide to turn off his pain receptors.
At least he wasn't throwing things Ironhide thought; he must have been in a really good mood when he caught him. Pity he didn't feel in the mood to goad the medic further, normally it was fun to watch him go off after a few minutes of relentless teasing. So Ironhide sat back and waited for Ratchet to begin.
Thwack
Ironhide looked down to see a small laser cutter stuck to his leg just above the injured knee joint. Ratchet frowned and pulled it off giving Ironhide a strange look in the process.
Thunk
Something heavier from the draw was now attached to his leg. This time Ironhide pulled the wrench off.
"What the slag's going on Ratchet, I didn't realise you now had tools that threw themselves at the patients!"
Ratchet pulled off the next metal object that had decided to stick its self to Ironhide.
"I don't, although that would be a useful invention and would save me a lot of time." he grumbled.
Ratchet yanked Ironhide away from the draw, and the barrage of objects attaching themselves to Ironhide stopped.
"What the frag was that about?" Ironhide muttered.
Ratchet pulled the knee joint back into place with a click and a small shudder from Ironhide. It might not hurt but it felt horrible, one of the reasons he hated to get it fixed. Ratchet then looked it over and pulled something small and black out from the space above the injured joint.
"This is your problem, why the frag are you sticking magnets on yourself? I dread to think what you would be acting like if this had been anywhere near your processor. Then again it might have been an improvement."
Ironhide scowled, "And why exactly would I be sticking magnets on myself?"
"I don't know, you seem to like the attention, but if I were you I would keep William Lennox's sparkling away from your vital components from now on. This has more likely got here through her ministrations than anything else."
Ironhide grunted; "Whatever doc, I'm fixed now, can I go?" he huffed.
Not waiting for an answer he hopped off the table and walked out of the med bay doors ignoring Ratchets warnings; to take it easy on that joint for a few days and to come back in later so that his pain receptors could be on lined, when the discomfort was down to a tolerable level.
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Sideswipe was in the monitor room grinning at the screen, Red Alert sat scrunched miserably in the corner, eyes never leaving the monitors he could view from this position. The threat of Sunstreaker was enough to keep him quiet for now.
Sideswipe leaned closer to the monitor, what was the fun in planting one small magnet when you could plant two big electro-magnets he smirked as he casually flipped a switch.
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Ironhide had walked a fair distance down the corridor before he heard a slight buzzing of something powering up. It was the only warning he got, as his legs decided they couldn't resist the attractive force of one another and they were pulled together at lightning speed.
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Ironhide's legs had snapped together at the knees, leaving him looking like some human desperate for the bathroom. Sideswipe couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, Red Alerts eyes snapped over to him and he launched himself up off the floor.
"Where are they? Where are they?" he panicked, scanning the monitors for the impending Decepticon forces he was sure to see there.
Sideswipe still laughing helplessly, pointed at the screen on which Ironhide had fallen over on and was still trying to stand.
One down, one to go he thought gleefully.
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(1.) It should be taken note here that yes there was a brig despite the fact that the base had been destroyed in that section. Prowl was adamant that a new brig be built immediately, as their number one priority after the explosion. With the twins around who could blame him for this request.
Thanks for reading stay tuned for the next chapter. Oh and again if you've got any Comments, improvements, random stuff its all appreciated. :)
