(during Act V – One, Scene iii)

The Medical Mechanics Facility was one of the first buildings erected on the battle-broken surface. It was of simple, functional design, but large and well equipped, built to be worthy of its predecessor. The medics were battle-hardened professionals, having seen the ugly sides of war. There were very few cases that they hadn't seen worse before.

"You."

That voice was very close to freezing Wheeljack's spark.

"Quit harassing my patients. Now."

The Autobot turned around, only to face a mech almost a head taller than he was. The flicker in the medic's wounded left optic informed him of just how seriously the tankformer expected him to leave Perceptor alone. But just in case the message wasn't clear enough, the Decepticon was pointing a double fusion cannon at the visitor.

"My, my. I only wanted to see if Percy was all right."

"All right? He almost halved his spark, and you expect him to be 'all right'? I suggest you have your processor checked for major glitches."

Wheeljack stared at the spark specialist, wondering why that style sounded so familiar. It almost sounded as if he'd ran into Ratchet himself! But then, he had to admit, Perceptor and Scrapper were in the best hands. And, if one day, he would catch Ratchet dropping a quote from Megatron – well, peacetime can do unexpected things to warriors too eager to follow their leaders' example...

((Hey! I'm not saying it actually happened! It's just, you know, a possibility...))