"Oi!" Fig pushed the door before him open and then stepped in. "Luke!"

"Can I help you, Fig?" The caramel skinned male behind the cluttered desk asked, lifting his dark eyes.

"No. Not me. Chica!" He pulled Leon in and pushed her towards the desk before leaving.

"Uh, hi." Leon brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'm Leon, the new-"

"Mechanic. I know. Luke Thorne."

"How did you know?" Leon took his offered hand.

"I'm the liaison. I have to know everyone," He laughed, offering her the chair in front of him. "Well, everyone important."

"I'm not that important." Leon snorted.

"Are you kidding?! You're the Autobot's personal mechanic; that's pretty important!"

"Why?" Luke blinked his dark eyes at her.

"Ratchet is the medic; he's very good at what he does, but the little things he has trouble with. From what I've heard, Ratchet was the Cybertronian -Cybertron is their home planet- equivalent of an emergency room. He's fantastic under pressure, but slow and complicated procedures make him loose his temper."

"So, basically," Leon frowned, her green eyes narrowed in thought. "If Ratchet's the emergency medic, I'm the one wandering the hospital in scrubs waiting for a pager to go off."

"Yes." Luke chuckled, running a hand through his wavy black hair. "However, you'll be under Ratchet's teachings until you know all about the Autobots. You'll be his apprentice for a while, but continued working on scratches, dents and things as they show up."

"Right, about that..."

"Do you need something?" He asked, searching through his papers.

"Actually, yes. I need a bunch of paint."

"Ah!" Luke pulled out the paper he was looking for. "Just fill this out, and I'll get on it. Any thing else you need just write it down."

"Thanks." Leon grinned, exiting the room. Luke propped his head in his hands.

"She's pretty. Especially for a mechanic."

"Ratchet~!" Leon sang, sauntering into his med bay after dropping off her completed sheet. "Oh great and wise Ratchet! Teach me your ways!"

Ratchet snorted, staring at her.

"I'm to be your apprentice. According to Luke, apparently in human terms, you're the emergency bay doctor and I'm the-"

"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are coming for a check-up in ten minutes. I'll teach as I go." He grumbled.

"Ellie would like you." Leon grinned, stepping warily onto his hand so he could lift her to the Autobot sized bed. "That's gonna freak me out for a while."

"You will get used to it. Who is Ellie?"

"My best friend. She's a nurse."

"I'll have to meet her. Read these." He placed a data pad beside her.

Ellie sighed, wrapping a bandage around a man's arm before rising. Her work was done for the day, which meant it was probably dark. She was certainly tired enough for the day to be over.

"Somebody shoot me." She grumbled under her breath, shutting the infirmary door quietly behind her before shuffling down the hall.

There was a faint yell as she passed a door open to the outside. The roar of an engine reached her ears and Ellie lifted an eyebrow at the silver Corvette racing around on the runway.

It skidded to a stop next to her and Leon climbed out looking slightly ruffled and with a huge grin.

"Ellie!" She hugged the mocha girl. "HI!"

"Why are you so cheerful?" Ellie moaned, sinking into her friend's arms.

"Did you not see how fast we were going? That was awesome!"

"We?" Ellie looked confused.

"Oh." Leon gestured to the Stingray Corvette. "Ellie, meet Sideswipe." She patted the hood.

"You're naming the cars."

Leon nodded.

"You need a life." Ellie shook her head.

"I have one."

"Not a very good one."

"It is a good one. I'm perfectly happy naming cars and fixing them, thank you very much."

Ellie snorted.

"Now, it looks like you're going to fall asleep on your feet. Get it."

"What?!"

"Get in the fucking Corvette." Leon started shoving her around the car before opening the passenger side and pushing her in, then zipping around to the other side.

"Let's go." The brunette slammed her foot on the gas and the car tore into the hanger, and began cruising down the hall at a steady one-thirty an hour.

"I'm gonna die!" Ellie screeched, holding on for dear life as the Stingray slid to a stop.

"No, you're not." Leon laughed, bright green eyes sparkling. "Get out and put your pajamas on." Ellie shakily got out of the car and entered their room.

"That was awesome!" The brunette cheered as Sideswipe returned to the med bay. "I think your engine is perfectly fine."

"Glad you think so." He laughed, revving. "Out you get. Your friend will want to know where you are."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Sideswipe." She climbed out. "Nice getting to know you a bit."

"Pfft!" Metal ground against metal as he rose to his bipedal form, he rocked back and forth on his wheels. "I'm the nice twin. Sunny's a little..."

"I'm a little what?" The golden bot snorted, crossing his arms.

"Well, you're not really very...friendly?"

"I'm plenty friendly." Sunstreaker bent down to Leon's height. "Hey, Lion, how about you and me go for a drive around the island tomorrow?"

"You're a fucking-"

"Fragging." Sideswipe interrupted. "You wanna be friends with us, you've gotta start talking like a Cybertronian."

"Okay." Leon gave him an odd look. "You're a fragging Lamborghini."

"I know." Sunstreaker gave the girl a smug look. "So?"

"Frag yeah!" Leon pumped her arm. "Now I'm going to bed."

"See, I can be friendly." The gold mech flashed a grin at his brother.

"Sunny-"

"Don't call me that."

"-it's because you're a very expensive sports car."

"The ladies love sports cars."

"That's why we're sexy..." Sideswipe grinned. "I'm pretty sure that's the human term."