Waveshaft onlined slowly, and when he did, he wondered if he was hallucinating.
It looked as if someone had taken two bots and welded them to the wall, in fact, there was still a ladder beneath them. Dazed, Waveshaft looked around at the nearly empty medbay. Ratchet hovered nearby, and Waveshaft listened in disbelief at what he was saying. "Oh yes, if Ironhide ever, ever does this again I'll remodel him into a femme. That includes Wheeljack. Imagine, actually doing something the twins asked. Well, they should be waking up any moment now…"
Sunstreaker onlined at that moment. "RATCHET! GET ME DOWN NOW!"
"No. You two stupid bots can stay up there until you fall off." Ratchet said, in not such nice terms.
"But it was all Sideswipes idea!"
"Yeah, yeah. I thought I told you lot to go easy on the newbie."
"We are." Sideswipe interrupted, apparently deciding that he couldn't make Ratchet any angrier. "We were planning on putting a harmless smoke bomb under his chair."
"You were. I was not." Sunstreaker snarled back. Sideswipes optics narrowed, and before Waveshafts disbelieving optics, the two began to fight, still welded to the ceiling.
Ratchet noticed that Waveshaft was online, and grunted, "Finally. I was beginning to think you'd never online. Better go and fix those cameras of yours. Bumblebee and Bluestreak have taken over for now."
Waveshaft nearly spluttered, "But that's not how a doctor is supposed to act! You're supposed to give me another checkup!" when he realized that Ratchet had just welded two large, and rather dangerous mechs to the ceiling. Silently he got off the bunk, and staggered out the door.
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Red Alert knew he was in trouble from the second he walked into the cafeteria. A large group of white mechs was gathered together, and as soon as the two entered, they broke up, quickly dispersing except for one. This one waved Arcwelder over. Red Alert stayed at where he was. While he may be out side of auditory range for regular bots, his supersensitive hearing could hear whatever the two might say just fine.
"Take him to room number 590, as soon as he's full. Then, start the therapy. We found some interesting facts in his medical record that we might want to test. Make sure that he drinks the highest grade we have."
Red Alert tried to not let his shock show. If they had read his medical report then they would know that high-grade would overload his systems, making his glitch take over his CPU… His glitch snarled, They're out to get me. They just want to use me for their own purposes. His CPU heartily agreed.
However, Arcwelder was already agreeing. Red Alert wondered how he was going to get out of drinking the high-grade when he hit upon a plan. It was desperate at best, but it would have to work. "Arcwelder, I am not hungry at all. May we simply return to the room as soon as you are finished eating?"
"Why, Red Alert, surely you must be hungry!"
Red Alert shook his head. It was not a complete lie. He wasn't very hungry after hearing what he had just heard. Arcwelder sighed, wondering how he was supposed to get Red Alert to drink the high-grade, when he hit upon a plan. "Very well then. You don't have to have it. But I do insist that you share a cup of high-grade with me. It's traditional-"
"No." Arcwelder sighed. One plan down and out.
The entire meal was spent in silence.
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Inferno wandered through the hallways, feeling depressed. Jazz had told him that the party, unfortunately, wouldn't be up and going for another few days. He had finally escaped his room, just too many memories, and now he was forced to simply wander, seeming how many of the other bots were recharging. Finally he stopped in front of the Rec room. He stared at the doors for a few seconds, and then silently entered.
Inside it was completely empty for once. Inferno dropped down onto the couch, and began flicking through the news. Prime entered a few moments later. "Inferno, what are you doing here? Usually you're recharging by now—"
"With Red Alert." Inferno snarled, turning to glare at his commander. Prime winced, and sighed.
"It wasn't my idea to do so. I didn't really want to." Prime said softly, looking Inferno in the optics. "I wouldn't have done that. Especially like this. If I were to reassign Red alert, I would have at least allowed you the option of going with him."
Inferno yelled at Prime, suddenly too exhausted to care. "Oh really? Then what am I supposed to do now? Red's gone, I don't know where, his glitch can be reacting at any moment, and I can't help him! He always told me that he felt better around me, as if I soothed his glitch somehow!"
Inferno stood up, unaware that he was crying. "At least you get constant messages from Elita-" That was a low blow, and Inferno knew it.
Primes face grew cold as he said that, and his massive hands clenched, "I didn't have a choice!" his voice was pleading, begging for understanding that Inferno didn't want to give.
Inferno ignored the pleading optics, and roughly brushed by. Suddenly, a room all to himself didn't seem like a bad idea at all.