Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Wish I did but I don't so I'm stuck working...Darn...

Boti: Tee hee...this is going to be funny...to me anyways!

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Chapter Three

Shadow found herself gripping Ratchet's seats, hanging on for dear life as the plane took off. The landing and taking off bits were always unsettling. But once the initial was over, she could just pretend they were still on the ground and not in the sky.

"Why do you fear flying?" Ratchet found himself scanning her several times, seeing her blood pressure return to normal followed by her heart rate and breathing and...

"Plane crashes," Shadow muttered, not wanting to bring up the reason behind that. Ratchet could tell she didn't want to discuss it and therefore left that part of her reasoning alone.

"Well the probability of being in a plane crash is 0.089 per 100,000 flight hours. And the odds of being in one twice is very unlikely," Ratchet watched her flinch, not realizing that the odds of not being in one twice was because most didn't survive the first.

"Sorry if I insulted you."

"It's okay, but let's change the topic," Shadow sighed as she slid her bottom half forward, trying to get comfortable in the seats. She felt a sudden warmth against her legs and a slight vibration that lasted for only a second.

"Um, Shadow?"

"Yes?"

"It seems your skirt has made its way to your waist," Ratchet said casually, hiding the interest at what the material kept hidden. Shadow looked down and saw that he was indeed right before letting off a squeal and pulling it down.

"Damn it you pervert!" she hissed at the bot, trying to give him a hard time. If he had been in robot or holoform mode, then he would be glaring at her. But for some reason, the idea wasn't all that displeasing to either person.

"I did not move the fabric," Ratchet snapped. She saw a cackle to her right and sighed when Ratchet's holoform appear beside her. He was giving her a hard glare as she adjust the skirt more comfortably.

"What's your problem?" she snapped when he wouldn't stop glaring at her. She felt like jumping him and pinning him down to give a tickle torture or something close.

"Nothing is wrong with me. It seems something is wrong with you," Ratchet countered. Shadow pursed her lips, her own glare on her face before digging through her purse.

I know I had a...ah, there you are my shiny friend, Shadow didn't give anything away as Ratchet's holoform stared forward, ignoring her. Without even thinking, she pulled her weapon out of the bag and smacked him upside the head.

"You deserved that, jerk wad!" she shrieked, putting the wrench back in her purse. Ratchet didn't move for several seconds, trying to decide if she really did do what he thought she did.

"You hit me," was all he said as she leaned over, pulling off the heels. She shrugged in response, not really caring what he thought about her outburst, but he did deserve it...kind of anyways.

"Shadow Nigh, why did you hit me?"

She felt like bursting out laughing when he addressed her by her full name. It didn't fit him well and instead of answering, she started waving her fingers over his dashboard. The holoform's eyes widened before a smile cracked across his face.

"STOP!" Ratchet started to laugh, his holoform squirming in the seat next to her. She couldn't resist tickling the medic. Just to get him to lighten up a bit.

"Please, I'm begging. Stop!"

She felt his alt mode start shaking and rocking but she maintained her attack. Shadow glanced out the window, seeing curious stares of the few soldiers on the plane. Suddenly, Ratchet jerked to the side, forcing her to stop and hit the glass.

"You are such a pain!" Ratchet choked out through his radios. She saw that his holoform had disappeared and assumed he was embarrassed by his outburst.

"But you love me anyways!" she sang. Silence was her answer and she smiled. Slowly, however, her mouth turned the other direction and she realized that her fun may be over. Unless she played stupid to the situation. Yes...that may work.

"Do you know?"

"About your curiousity about sex? Yes. In fact, I'm wondering if you have a collection of porn in your office," Shadow just stared blankly at the dashboard.

"I do not have porn!"

"What, you'd rather see a perky blonde in real life, stripping her clothes off?"

"I'd rather see you. Oh hell," Ratchet's voice quickly shut off as Shadow stared wide eyed at the radio. He had just admitted to wanting to see her naked. And for some reason, she felt like pointing and laughing at the confession. She couldn't believe how easy it was to bait him.

"You want to see me naked? Oh my gosh, Ratch. I'm telling!"

"NO!"

"Oh, I wonder what Ava may say about that? Or Prime or Ironhide?" Shadow tapped her chin as Ratchet started screaming through the speakers at her.

"Don't tell Ironhide! He can't keep a secret to save his function cycle!"

A slow torturous smile crossed Shadow's face as she had an ah ha moment. The light bulb above her head (again figurative bulb...robots) light up as she began planning. And it did not bode well for Ratchet.

"Oh dear Primus, I've given you a plan."

"Yes, Ratch, you did. That you did."

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Boti: Absolutely pointless, than again, this whole story is pointless. And I think it's funny. If you didn't understand why she hit him, then I'll just tell you. For the torture of fixing Jazz. That's my excuse, what's yours.

By the way, the more reviews I get on my current stories, the faster I will update. It's getting a little depressing since I'm not getting a lot of reviews. And because of it, I tend to start new ones because I keep thinking the current ones suck. So PLEASE REVIEW!