You know the routine by now. enjoy.

Also many thans to Adhesivesandscrap on tumblr for the plot bunny in the first part of the chapter.

Chapter 7

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Ratchet sighed as he rinsed the remaining fluids off his hands. "I don't think I need to tell you why I expect you not to do this again?"

"Um... No?" The red jet twitched on the med berth as Ratchet leveled a glare back at Firefight. The younger mechs face was flushed as he tried not to make eye contact with his mentor.

"Good. I suggest you speak to Wheeljack to... supply you with something more appropriate. Now get out."

"Y-yes sir." The flightframe scrambled out as fast as his pedes could take him.

"Kids." Ratchet shook his head with a slight smile.

After a brisk clean down of the medbay the medic made his way into his office and set about the multiple reports awaiting him.

It was about noon when someone broke the monotony with two pings. Upon opening the first them his processors froze. The first was a picture of a camel in some very suggestive dress... Quickly followed by a simple, :Sorry wrong person:

Ratchet blinked at that before rechecking the sender. To think that Skyfire of all mechs had been the originator of the message had thrown him through a loop. The fact that Ratchet was fairly sure he was suggesting what he was suggesting…

Ratchet pinged him back his curiosity peaked. :Who the frag is the right person?:

:I'm sorry you had to see that side of me: The scientist replied meekly.

:WHO THE FUCK IS THE RIGHT PERSON?!: Several minutes passed and Skyfire didn't reply back.

Just as Ratchet went to message him back when Wheeljack pinged him.

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Ratchet blinked at Wheeljack as he waved his hands urging the medibot to walk faster. "Alright I'm here. What is the problem?"

"That." Wheeljack pointed into his lab where Red Alert was working in a miraculously clean space with a mixing bowl and a datapad next to him. quietly muttering to himself as he added ingredients to the bowl.

"It looks like he's making goodies... Jackie he's not harming anything."

"Um hello, this is Red Alert we're talking about here. He never breaks from his routine for anything. And this is his day off. Even you can't tell me that you don't find it odd that he's making goodies instead of coming up with some way to put micro cameras in your personal washracks, or permanently lo-jacking the twins so that he can't ever lose track of them again."

Ratchet sighed and tried to resist the urge to facepalm. "Well I do admit that it is a little odd but It's the mildest thing that I've seen today so far okay? Just let him finish up his goodies."

"But why is he making goodies?"

"Maybe somebot has caught his optic?"

"Okay but who? You know hard poor Red took it when Inferno broke it off with him... I think the only thing Red truly loves anymore is his security systems..."

"Hmmm..." Ratchet eyed the lamborghini before shaking his helm.

"Wait you said that this is the mildest thing you've seen all day?"

"Trust me you don't want to know."

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Soundwave ran his hand over the box that the Autobot spy had left with him after his failed attempts to use the catray on him. He had already scanned the box for traps, and it had come up clean. It was full energon goodies and a small note from Red Alert that had thanked him for his own embarrassing incident with the catray... Not that he had any recollection of what had taken place, the note just thanked him for his help with Jazz and his blackmail...

Lazerbeak was perched on his shoulder gazing down at the treats with wide begging optics. Soundwave chuckled and handed one to his cassette who chirped happily at the treat. The mech leaned back as he set aside the letter and partook a treat enjoying the sweet as it dissolved on his glossa.

:I think you chose will with this one...: Laserbeak chimed over their bond before hopping down to snag another goodie. :He's sending you gifts back already.:

:This is not a courting gift.:

The little flyer glanced upwards, meeting his visor with a know gaze. :The others may not believe it but I know when you are brooding.:

Soundwave glanced away from the little femme. :I'm a decepticon. I am loyal to the cause. Loyal to Lord Megatron.:

:You don't sound sure about that.:

Soundwave bit his lip.