Thank you so much for all the positive feedback I've been getting on this story, it really means a lot to me! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I've put in a bot and sparkling game at the end for extra fluffiness Please review and thank you for reading! -AnAshBlackSword
"Yeowch!" Jazz yelped as Ratchet smacked him with yet another of those slagging wrenches. "Ouch Ratch' man, that hurts! FRAG!" He cursed at Ratchet hit him again.
"No nicknames." The medic said sternly. "Sit still or else." Jazz stopped his squirming and sat still. He didn't particularly want to be whacked with another one of Ratchet's medical tools. They were doing Jazz's check-up in Wheeljack's "lab" which was another large barn that had been previously unused. The lab had tools, but wasn't particularly clean due to being an old barn and Ratchet kept looking around the place in a rather disgusted manner. The medic had cleaned himself of the paint and Prowl and Ironhide were still getting rid of theirs.
Jazz looked up as Wheeljack appeared at the barn door with Ash and Annie.
"Jass!" Ash squealed when she saw him. Wheeljack placed her on the ground and she ran over to hug his peds.
"Wheeljack! Why are you bringing the human sparklings in here?! Can you not see that I am busy?! Explain yourself!" At this Ash looked up at the scary medic and decided she didn't like him, not one bit. Only nasty people shouted and this bot shouted loudly. She sniffled and a few tears slid down her cheeks.
"Jass." She whimpered.
"I'm on babysitting duty! Will and Sarah told me to take them out so I did and I thought you'd be finished, you've been in here for a couple of hours now and it is my lab." Wheeljack almost growled at him. The medic's eyes flashed in warning, but before he could give Wheeljack a tongue-lashing, Ash burst into tears. Annie shot Ratchet a very evil look, almost identical to her Mother's.
"You're a meanie bot! You made my baby sister cry, and I'm going to tell Mommy and Hide so you can go sit on the naughty step." Annie pointed her finger at Ratchet accusingly from where she sat on Wheeljack's shoulder.
"Yeah, way to go Ratch!" Jazz said for good measure, trying not to laugh at the idea of the medic sitting on a bot-sized naughty step. He gently scooped up Ash in his hand. "Ssh Sweetspark, ol' Hatchet just gets grumpy sometimes, it ain't nothin' to fret over."
"Scary….meanie medic!" she mumbled into his hand, but she stopped crying. Ratchet looked a bit guilty when he saw the sparkling crying, he hadn't meant to scare her.
"I'm sorry young one, I'm just trying to make sure Jazz isn't sick." He explained to her, trying to use small words. Ash looked up at him from where she was curled up.
"Oh, mmkay."
"Wheeljack you can use that side of this scraphole you call a lab, but please keep the noise down." Wheeljack and Annie went over to the other side of the barn while Ratchet found the piece of equipment he was looking for. "Jazz, I'll need to perform a spark rate scan in detail now."
"Wuzzat?" Ash asked the medic curiously.
"Oh, it is like an ECG." Ratchet explained. Jazz and Wheeljack mentally facepalmed. There was no way a four year old child knew what an ECG was, and sure enough:
"Wuzzat?" Ash asked again, looking completely perplexed.
"Might wanna let meh explain this to her Ratchet." The medic gave him a curt nod. "Well sweetspark, Ratchet is gonna get some wires an' attach 'em to meh, an' then the other end of the wires goes back to Ratchet. The wires go to a clever computer, which allows Ratchet to see how fast mah heart beats and if the rhythm is funny." Ash nodded understandingly, but went back to playing with Jazz's fingers as they were far more interesting than adult things. She had found that if she angled a certain finger correctly, she could get the light to reflect off it and onto the barn wall. Ratchet proceeded to hook the wires up to Jazz and perform the Spark-scan. When he was done, he checked the results.
"All clear Jazz, I guess that concludes your scan for this year." Jazz stretched, glad he was able to move freely again, then yelped as he was hit with another wrench.
"Wha' was that for?!" he asked indignantly.
"For making me into a femme, and that…" he hit him again and Jazz swore "was for good measure." He grinned evilly and subspaced the wrench.
"It's not nice to hit." Annie told him from where she was playing with Wheeljack. "You're a naughty bot."
"Who's a naughty bot?" Ironhide asked as he poked his head in the door. He and Prowl had just finished removing the last of the pink paint from their alt modes and they had assumed they would find the others here.
"Hide! Ratchet is a bad bot, he made Ash cry and he was a meanie and then he hit Jazz and he is a bad bot and needs to be told off!" Annie gabbled out at him. The mech narrowed his eyes at Ratchet. He assumed Ratchet hadn't made Ash that upset, as Jazz would have offlined him within microseconds, but that didn't mean he had to be happy with Ratchet. Prowl smiled as Jazz sent him a suggestion over the brother bond. He was still annoyed with Jazz, but this was a good idea.
"I believe that is correct Annabelle, Ratchet does need suitable punishment for doing this. What would you suggest?" Ratchet gaped at Prowl is disbelief, surely the mech wouldn't do this to him? But, he saw the look on Prowl's face and decided the mech's evil sense of humor was making an appearance.
"When I'm naughty, Mommy makes me sit on the stairs." Annie replied. Prowl frowned as their were no Autobot sized steps around.
"And if there are no stairs?"
"I stand in the corner for 8 minutes, because that's how old I am!"
"I see. Ratchet, you will stand in that corner of the barn for…. 10 minutes." He didn't actually know how old the medic was, and they would probably be here for years if they did that.
"No. You can't make me." Was the rather grumpy reply.
"Actually I can. As SIC, I order you to stand in that corner, facing the wall for 10 minutes. If you don't then I believe I will get Ironhide to give you what humans call a 'smack' as further punishment." Ratchet growled. Of all the times for Prowl to pull rank, it had to be now. He knew that Prowl was true to his word, and he didn't particularly want to be smacked by Ironhide of all mechs, so he (rather reluctantly) went to stand in the corner.
Everyone chuckled at the poor medic's expense, knowing that they would probably pay for it later during a future check-up, but oh well. Some opportunities were too good to miss.
"Jass?"
"Yeah Ash?"
"I wanna play doctors."
"Okay, do ya want to be the doctor?"
"Yeah, but you have to be a doctor too and Prowlie and Hide are the patients." Prowl raised an eyebrow, but decided that 'doctors' probably wasn't too bad of a game to play. The sparkling could have chosen hide and seek! He and Ironhide sat down. Jazz gleefully reached for Ratchet's tools.
"If you even dare touch that, then I swear to Primus I'll kick your aft back to Cybertron slagger!" Ratchet growled from the corner.
"I believe that adds another 10 minutes Ratchet, and you must be silent when standing in the corner." The medic was furious by now, but he still turned around, fuming and plotting revenge. Jazz picked up a welder, and allowed Ash to inspect it before pretending to use it on Ironhide's arm where he had got hurt. Prowl was designated to have a leg wound.
"Would you like some med-cine Prowlie?"
"Um." He caught sight of Jazz and Ironhide giving him warning looks. "Yes, I would like some medicine please Doctor." She pointed to the medical energon in the kit and Jazz gave it to Prowl who pretended to drink it. She then asked Ironhide, who also got medicine.
"Thank-you Doctor that was very nice medicine." Ironhide said to her. She beamed at him.
"Bandages!" she told Jazz. He used the patching kit on Prowl and Ironhide. "All better?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you Doctor. I'm feeling much better now." Ironhide replied and gave Prowl a meaningful nudge.
"Thank you Doctor. Ratchet I believe your punishment is over. You may come out of the corner." The fuming medic stalked over, gathered up his tools and went out of the barn, still muttering angrily to himself.
"Jass? Mm' tired." She told him and yawned.
"Okay sweetspark, let's get you to bed then to take a nap." He drove off back to the house, hoping that Ratchet's revenge wouldn't be too bad.