Me: And finally, the next chapters of Hidden!
Ratchet: took you long enough.
Me: don't start with me Ratchet.
Bumblebee: wow, what's with her?
Bulkhead: I don't know.
Me: on with the fic!
((Disclaimer: don't own Transformers Animated, just the plot))
Hidden
Chapter Two: Ratchet
It happened again in the kitchen.
Ratchet, the teams resident grumpy medic was walking down the hall from his medbay intending on grabbing a cube of energon to fill his empty tanks. Of course while he walked down the hall our sneaky ninja bot followed him observing the grumbling bot as he made his way to the makeshift kitchen area.
It had been a pretty normal day for Ratchet. He had started the day off by rearranging his medical equipment which, here on earth, wasn't a whole lot to begin with. Later in the afternoon, the medic found himself fixing up Bulkhead after the clumsy wrecker had busted another fuel line trying to perform yet another "ninja" exercise. He would have to remember to give said ninjabot a whack to the helm for showing the larger bot those moves in the first place. After Bulkhead was fixed up, Bumblebee was back in medbay due to him once again running into a light pole while trying to use his new rocket boosters. Ratchet had a field day berating the tlittle bot as he undented his armor and added a few extra "reminders" as well. All and all ratchet had a pretty normal day and had needed to refuel before he was pulled into fixing even more of his team's stupidity.
As he reached the makeshift kitchen area he walked to the "fridge" that held their stored energon. He opened the door and pulled out a single cube of the glowing liquid. He took a small sip as he closed the fridge's door. Relishing the taste of the energon as it began fueling his tank, Ratchet turned and began his way back to the medbay. But before Ratchet had even stepped partially throught he door, he stopped and chuckled.
"Ya know Prowl, somebots would find it rude to be stared at while they're drinking their energon." He said, and with that he medic walked out of the kitchen and back towards his room, a smirk on his faceplates. Prowl could only stare in shock at the retreating medic and for the second time that day Prowl fell from the roof. But before he could even begin to question the medic's ability to see him there was a sudden whooshing of air and then a clang as a metallic object connected with Prowl's helm causing said mech to fall over at the force of the impact.
After the slight dizziness wore off from the hit, Prowl sat up again and rubbed at the small dent in his helm. He looked around for any indication of the object that had hit him and found a lone wrench lying beside him.
"That's for teaching that wrecker those ninja moves!" Ratchet's voice called from somewhere down the hall. Prowl stared confusedly down the hallway then back at the wrench. He didn't say anything to the medic but his mind was full of confusion and he could only get one word to pass his lips.
"What?"
Me: and that's the end of chapter two, now onto chapter three!