Once again I own nothing but my own creations. Nothing Nada Zip Zilch and all those other words that mean Zero. Now read the chapter while I mourn the not Owning thing (Sobs in corner)

The hiway sped by under his wheels. Even surounded by his fellow autobots he found his mind wandering

back to that fateful vorn so long ago. He couldnt thimk back without a smile stretching across his faceplates. His little wind weaver the only seeker ever sparked

in Praxus. She was so tiny her wing span barely the width of his servo. She was extra playfull today Ratchet smilled as he watched windweaver tumble aross

the floor and then takeoff and buzz around the room. Eight orns it had been since he found her in the ruins of Praxus. And so far he`d been able to keep her

hidden. His precious little secret. His little treasure. `` Ratchet you in here?'' ``SLAG'' Ratchet muttered under his breath Quickly he scooped up windweaver

and hid her behind the seperator in one of the operating rooms. `` Ironhide what can I do for you?'' Ironhide stood still for a moment his optics narrowed and

shrewd as he gazed at Ratchet. ``Well for starters Ratchet you can tell me what your hidding behind that screen I ai`nt ever seen you move that fast.`` I

dont know what your talking about Ironhide I am hiding nothing now what can I do for you?'' Ironhide just looked at the mech as though hed lost his

processors.``What can I do for you? Ok now I know your hidding somthing. You never talk that way to any bot who enters your medbay not even Prime. So..

You gonna tell me or do I hafta go tell Red your hidding a con in the medbay and have you locked down for the next 12 joors?'' Unknown to Ratchet Ironhide

had allready commed Prowl,Redalert, Jazz, And Prime. Ratchet stood glarring at Ironhide wishing the decking would swallow him whole. Being as Ironhide

had beed his friend for megacycles now he had never hated the mech more than right now. That changed as soon as the command staff walked through the

doors to the medbay. As the medbay doors slid closed and locked with a commed signal from Prime Windweaver`s tiny voice piped up as she stepped from

behind the divider`` daddy are they gone?'' The optics of the mechs surrounding Ratchet seemed to bore into him all Ratchet could process was `

`FRAG''Hoped you liked it please R&RTearstone