It was about a week of Earth's calendar where things were relatively accident free in Perceptor's small life, which was spent primarily in the medbay for the first few days after Skywarp appeared in his lab. He refused to explain to Ratchet why he was avoiding his personal lab, where he was usually a near-permanent fixture in. The most he explained was vague excuses of bad dreams about decepticons in there, which Ratchet accepted with weary optics.
Returning to his personal lab was refreshing though, when he finally came back to it. Perceptor shuffled a few things around, updated his logs, and picked up where he left off in his work. Luckily he hadn't been working with perishables, so continuing wasn't difficult.
Lab work was soothing and quiet, just like normal. It was his solace from daily life, both in the past when he was a microscope belonging to Shockwave, and now when he was the autobot's most promising scientist.
His work went on into the hours and Perceptor lost track of what time it was, forgetting to refuel and being completely engrossed in his work.
A VOP went off, disrupting his peace and throwing Perceptor's head into a tizzy. He flailed, spinning in place and reaching for whatever was on his desk as a blunt weapon. "SKYWARP" he yelled, expression set but optics wide. His gaze flitted around the seeker's frame, noting the over-the-top fake surprise permeating the jets stance. It was a good show of surprise, Perceptor supposed. But he was here /again/ and this time it was almost certainly not an accident. "What do you think you're doing here!"
"How did I GET HERE?" Skywarp called back, turning whichever way and throwing confused glances as if to say 'this was certainly not what I was expecting'.
Perceptor resisted rolling his optics and eased up a bit. "Skywarp-/Skywarp/. Please calm yourself." He said in his steady, seemingly-emotionless voice. "Go home before I report you. This time I /will/ report you-what what are you doing?" His speech was interrupted as Skywarp moaned and made for the cube of energon Perceptor had left, forgotten, on one of his desks.
Skywarp picked it up and took a quick swish, a pleasant expression taking over.
"Skywarp are you listening to me?"
"Mmnn yeah, now I am, what?"
"That's mine, and if you do not leave immediately, I will be forced to report you." In responce, Skywarp teleported across the room to Perceptor, still holding the cube. He pushed it into Perceptor's hands. "Skywarp what was the purpose of teleporting across a single-" Skywarp pulled Perceptor's hands up and stole a sip from the cube they held. Please don't spit in it, the microscope worried as the seeker gave him a cheeky grin.
"See yeh." The jet whispered into Perceptor's audial. Then he quickly teleported away, leaving the scientist clueless and confused.
The rest of Perceptor's day was relatively quiet, but the serenity that was once there had gone away. He was on edge for most of the remainder of the cycle, processors mostly taken up by the thought that Skywarp could just appear in his lab whenever he wished. He really really should report him, maybe get his lab changed-but then someone else would have to deal with the jet, and that would almost certainly end with Skywarp dead. Plus, what would they be able to do? Skywarp would be able to just warp away the moment he came back. Yes, they might be able to get a shot in before he fled, but they wouldn't be able to keep him in one place.
Or could they?
The thought was intriguing, creating something, a field maybe? that Skywarp wouldn't be able to warp out of. Perceptor would need sufficient knowledge of how Skywarp's warpdrive worked, or at least enough readings on how the energy fluctuated when he warpped to make an educated guess. And so, he set to work. He would be ready, the next time that Skywarp appeared, ready to take as many readings as he needed without the seeker even realizing.