Previously-

Ratchet was about to start repairing the damaged wings of Fireflight, until he heard the deafening scream of Bluestreak already higher pitched vocaliser over his comlink, "Ratchet!"

Warning: Mention of blood in this chapter. Not a lot but some.


Ratchet winced then sighed. On the battle flied, Bluestreak was calm, cool and collected, but outside the seriousness of battle he was a known accomplish of the red and yellow dynamic duo.

He paused in his repairs to Fireflight's right wing as he was about to comm Bluestreak back and gruffly ask what he was yelling about. When he again heard the grey/red sniper shriek his name but it sounded like it came from the hall outside the medbay doors.

Ratchet along with a just arrived First Aid and the other occupants of his medbay looked up towards the door. And as Ratchet expected no more than two nanoseconds later Bluestreak came flying though the doors, looking like the cosmic rust monster was after him.

He stopped just a few feet short of where the berth where Fireflight lay and Ratchet stood next to. The sniper was obviously deeply worried by something. Ratchet quickly scanned with his eyes the youngest Datsun, he didn't see any outward damage to the panicked mech but he did see that he was cupping something in his hands.

Ratchet moved towards Bluestreak and instantly went into emergency mode when he saw that Aiden was the thing Bluestreak was holding. She sat with her hand clasped around her nose where blood was seeping though her fingers onto her shirt and Bluestreak's hand.

Moving fast, Ratchet gentlely but urgently grabbed the teenager from Bluestreak, sat her on the berth across from Fireflight, tenderly removed Aiden's hands away from her face, and started to examine her bloody nose.

"Don't just stand there gawking, tell me what happened!" Ratchet demanded as he quickly looked away from Aiden to the still frozen Bluestreak, then back down to his patient.

"I-It wasn't… h-he's…" Aiden tired to explain but it sounded nasally and breathy, plus Ratchet quickly shushed her.

"Bluestreak?!" Ratchet turned back towards the Datsun as he grabbed a small device from subspace and waved it over his patient's face.

"Um…Well we…as in Aiden, Amelia, Niall, Louis and I… oh plus Alyssa and Harry… were in the rec room and we were bored, so Louis suggested that we should play a game but we couldn't figure out which one. Whether if it should be a board game but I could use the pieces, so we thought hide and seek but we also got board with that…" Bluestreak started the thing he did the most and the best: rambling. He did it when he was board, excited, happy, sad, angry, sick, injured, nervous, scared, and basically anywhere anytime.

Ratchet's optic ridge twitched. Today he just couldn't get a break, even when asking a simple question. " Just spit it out!" He snapped.

Bluestreak optics went wide and he abruptly stopped, then said quickly, "We decided to play soccer and I kicked the ball and it went wider then I wanted it to and higher than I wanted and it hit her in the face!" He looked towards the floor ashamed.

"Well it's not broken but it'll defiantly bruise." Ratchet diagnosed as he handed Aiden a wet washcloth. "Continue to breath though your mouth just like your doing and hold this to your nose, then pinch the bottom part of the bone on your nose. Like this." Ratchet did a quick demonstration and watched Aiden repeat his actions.

"So she'll be okay?" Bluestreak asked hopefully.

"Yeah. It'll be sore but heal just fine." Ratchet answered then addressed his patient, "You doing okay, Aiden?"

Aiden nodded and gave a small smile since she couldn't talk though the washcloth.

Seeing that she was holding up okay with the bloody nose, Ratchet pulled back out the pervious medical device from before to make sure Aiden didn't have a concussion from the Autobot kicked soccer ball.

"What are you doing now?" Bluestreak asked, again becoming concerned 'cause usually when Ratchet deemed you well enough to be 'sore but fine' he kicked you out of his medbay so the fact that he hadn't ordered them out said something else might be wrong.

"I'm checking to see if she suffered a concussion from the impact. It's just a precaution." Ratchet mumbled, distracted by reading the results so he didn't see Bluestreak stiffen at the thought of hurting his temporary charge more. "No concussion. That's good."

Bluestreak nearly sank to the floor with relief.

"Stay here until the bleeding stops and then take it easy for today." Ratchet told Aiden, then added, "No more hits to the head." He looked pointedly at Bluestreak for the last part before turning to continue his repairs on Fireflight.

"And we won't tell Sunstreaker." Wheeljack added, grinning widely under his mask.

Bluestreak's face filled with dread and horror as he realized what Sunstreaker might do when he figured out he injured the yellow warrior's charge when he was supposed to watch Aiden and her sister until both brothers were released from the brig.

"It's okay, Blue. It was a faulty kick, blame goes to no one and I'll make sure Sunny knows that." Aiden tried to sooth the grey/red mech's worries, but her voice was muffled and nasally sounding so much so that she laughed, "Wow, I sound like some stereotypical nerd."

This made Bluestreak grin as he remembered her and Amelia acting out different nerd accents and scenarios. Aiden did sound like some of their attempts.

Aiden pulled the towel away from her nose to see if it stopped bleeding. It had so she and Bluestreak left with the plans of cleaning up and watching some TV. Leaving Ratchet wondering how the rest of the day was going to go.


A/N: More ahead! PM or Review telling me if you want a certain Autobot to come into Ratchet's medbay. You can pick injuries or illnesses or leave it up to me.