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Disclaimer: Slavery is wrong …Freedom is the right of all sentient beings! ..Everyone owns themselves…. All other things about my life .. Story plots (if you'd like to call it that) and friends (OC's) if you will … belong to me.

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Truth is stranger than fiction: Diary of a Medic.

By: MiniMedic

Chapter 7

Dear God… I didn't realize the impact last chapter had on you guys…I sincerely apologize.. I didn't mean to worry anyone.. Please.. Relax… I'm fine… everyone is fine.. Well the mechs.. We didn't have any causalities on that end thank heaven, least not on that mission. That field mission was a good while ago… and there's been more since then... I hate working in the field... but it's not quite so shocking now. Now then… I know I said I'd update Amber and Prime's story first... but … That takes a bit longer since I have to think about things... and I figured you guys would be itching for an update.

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The day after my first field mission, waking up I glanced over and noticed my gun sitting on the bedside table. Sideswipe must have put it there. Trust me to have forgotten about it completely, when I needed to defend myself the most. Over the next few days weapons training was stepped up a bit…. My instructor drilled me harder... and Will even gave me some privet but rigid lessons... He said he wanted me to simply react when in danger... (Apparently what had happened got around... Medics are normally somewhat protected on the battlefield.)

Sleeping was difficult Sunstreaker's optics still haunted me, that along with constant nightmares, waking up terrified, only to remember hearing plasma fire... I was jumpy as hell ... Every unannounced noise startled me, especially at night or when alone. Few of the more troublesome patients were taking advantage of my mood, and I just didn't have the energy to argue with them. My workload was also stepped up, more hands on. Weather it was because Ratchet wanted to keep an optic on me or just wanted me to improve is to be debated. (I did notice he took several qusi -snappy remarks without complaint or little more than a glare… in fact he seemed almost happy about it.)

Bluestreak and Hound were in the med bay for at least a week.. Though Ratchet had wanted to keep Blue longer, the younger mech's constant jabber forced the medic to release him for light duty (for everyone's sanity sake) With in a few weeks things had settled back to somewhat 'normal' pace.

"Ow! Be careful!" Tracks snapped and I thanked God for the 12th time that I had remembered to cut the motorary-nodes to his leg. Looking up I fixed him with an annoyed glare, currently elbow deep in a space between his shin plates… how the hell he got debris so far into his armor was unfathomable. While on patrol he had run over something. Jazz had apparently teased him about his alt mode being 'outdated' and Tracks was so furious he hadn't watched where he was going. Ratchet gave me the job saying he had other things to do.. (That and I suspect he was trying to irritate me out of the dull mood I'd been in… Tracks has always gotten on my nerves somewhat and. metaphorically speaking some of the others had been running over me a bit… a girl can only take so much.)

The blue and black Corvette hadn't stopped griping since he'd come into the med bay…. He hadn't stopped making fun of me ether. Secretly I've always loved corvettes… but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that. "You're awful puny for a human…." Tracks commented thoughtfully. I ignored him with an annoyed huff. The sooner I got this done, the sooner he'd get the hell out of here.

Feeling his optics on me I frowned biting back my own remark about processor speeds. Then after a moments contemplation the mech smiled, as though doing me the best favor in the world.. Giving his –advice-. 'Now what?' I mentally groaned.

"You're not the right shape ether…Femmes of your race are suppose to be skinnier.. and taller.." My eye twitched in agitation at his remark. "Have you ever thought bout getting an upgrade?… A repaint would do you good." My fingers, feeling the bit of jagged stick that had gotten wedged into his armor, just out of reach. "You're never going to find a mate looking like that".

"What!?" I nearly screeched. Finally getting hold of the stick I pulled it out and shook it at him. "Alright.. That's it!" My head snapped up fixing him with a glare. The Autobot winced at my tone. " You stuck up narcissist.. I swear I don't know who's worse! You or Sunstreaker! If you'd get your head out of your aft long enough. Maybe you'd see that beauty isn't…."

"Mini." I looked up to see Ratchet standing in his office doorway.

"What!?" I snapped without thinking then gaped at him, the medic actually smiled.

"When you're finished…Prime wants to see you in his office." He stated calmly before retreating into his lair again.

"What…" I paled at the information. I hadn't seen Prime since our first encounter… and that wasn't exactly the best first impression. Finishing up with Tracks, who was still giving his oh so valuable advice… I told him to get out before I decided to paint him neon green; that sent him packing in a hurry.

Quickly putting the tools away I walked into the CMO's office. "Prime wants to see me?" I asked slightly nervous…had I done something wrong? I knew Ratchet gave reports on a regular basis. The commanding officer liked to know what was going on and was kept well informed. If Prime didn't know what was going on then Prowl or Jazz surely did… Was I not doing well enough?

"Yes." Ratchet looked down at me with a light smirk, sitting his data pad on the desk. " You know where his office is I presume?"

"Y.. yeah.." I fidgeted feeling like a kindergartner who'd just gotten called to the principles office.

"Prime isn't gong to deactivate you youngling." The medic's faceplates twitched in light amusement.

"I know that." I grimaced sullenly.

"Well then go on… it's rude to keep Prime waiting.. Or…" He looked down at me thoughtfully and half mocking. "Would you like me to take you?"

"No I would not like you to take me..Thank you." I bit back a growl at the remark. "I'm not a sparkling." I frowned turning to walk out and desperately fighting the butterflies that had landed in my stomach.

"Oh Mini." I turned to see the medic smirking at his data pad again. "Prime's spark mate is here.. I thought I should warn you." I paled. … Elita-One… was here… on base…. Walking out of the med bay in half a daze my mind flitted back to my first encounter with the Autobots.

"Un hu…." I commented disbelievingly. 'Oh god.. I've been kidnapped by loony tunes…. Who think their giant alien robots.' "Right" I smirked " Look pal.. if you're Optimus Prime.. I'm Elita One."

"My Elita .. How you've changed over the centuries…" the man claiming to be Optimus smiled his eyes flashed in amusement. " You use to be so much prettier."

"Oh my God she's going to kill me!" I exclaimed now standing in front of Prime's office my heartbeat quickened and I fought down the urge to panic. Glancing down I suddenly wished I had taken time to change. My warn jeans and plain black t-shirt, they just seemed incredibly inappropriate. 'Ok... calm down... I mean it's Optimus Prime… it's not like he's going to rip you apart...' Taking a deep breath I pressed the keypad button that announced my arrival.

"Come." A deep baritone voice called and I stepped up, the door panel sliding open to reveal a rather large office. Prime didn't seem like the type for lavishness and his office reflected that…it was larger than most, simply because he was larger than most… Decorated sparsely with a chair in front of the desk for guests a small (well small for mechs anyway) energon dispenser to the side, a few plaques lined the walls framed and written in a alien text… a few of the framed documents were actually holograms moving and flicking text across thin air. A door to the right led to what was probably Prime's adjoin privet room. "Miss Smith or do you prefer MiniMedic?" the Autobot leader's voice smiled as he stood looking down at me.

"Mini Sir." I managed to get out over my tight throat.. My voice didn't want to work right.

"Thank you for coming.. I'm not keeping you from pressing matters?" The deep voice held a calming quality and I found myself relaxing in spite of my nerves.

"No sir." I said with slightly more confidence. " Is there something I can do for you sir?"

"Please make yourself comfortable." He nodded politely. Noting a small ramp by the desk, I quickly climbed up it. Prime sat down as I looked around his desktop. Now having a better view of the room itself. A stack of data pads sat to one side probably documents to be approved. My lips quirked in an amused smile, noticing a small human sized wooden desk sitting to one side, a chair in front of it. One would think it would look out of place on Prime's much larger metal desk (human furnishing tend to look more like doll furniture in comparison.) But oddly enough it looked like it belonged there. A book and laptop sat on top of the wooden desk as well as a few pictures that I only glanced at before looking at the Autobot leader. ' Does Prime have a human assistant too?' He sat elbows rested on the tabletop, blue fingers laced, watching me patiently with an amused expression. " I trust my office satisfactory?" My cheeks burned at being caught and I nodded sheepishly. "Please sit." Prime hummed amused and I obeyed sitting in one of the soft leather chairs in front of the wooden desk. He regarded me quietly for a moment as if studying me as I fidgeted … concerned optics seeming to look through me. " Mini… I must tell you how exceedingly proud I am of you…"

I froze…my heart about beat out of my chest as I looked up at him in shock. 'Did I hear that right? Optimus Prime.. Proud of ME?!'

"Being a medic is no easy task" Prime continued quietly " I am sure you are quite aware that our medics often see the worst in war… you have done quite well considering the circumstances. Most of our medical staff's aid are trained to handle such conditions…and although Ratchet has trained you vigorously... I am concerned."

' Oh God.. This is it ... He's going to can me..' I paled at the words my heart falling.

" I am aware that your first mission did not go as well as we had hoped…. Ratchet has informed me that you handled it quite well." The mech paused leaning back in his chair slightly. ".… However…we do not wish for you to continue unless you are comfortable with the situation and feel that you are up to the task…" My eyes widened as realization hit... he was giving me a choice.

" You're not canning me?" I blurted out before thinking.

"No… we are not 'canning' you." Prime chuckled lightly a moment then his optics became serious. "I must ask …Do you wish to continue? No one would think any less should you chose not to." I paused for a moment taking a deep breath... It wasn't easy… none of it was easy... and I could back out.

My mind flicked back to the past few months… God .. Only a few months.. It felt more like years. Ratchet... Bee... Bluestreak… the Minibots complaining… Sunny getting thrown in the brig again for assaulting whoever... Sides pouting wanting me to play something or other with him… Wheeljack getting blown up AGAIN and Ratchet ranting at him for the billionth time in an hour… Makayla joking about how men could learn a few things from mechs… Hound and Kup's endless stories…Jazz singing during his checkups…Tracks complaining during his... I couldn't just leave all of them..

"I'd like to stay Sir…" I smiled up at him. " It's not what I expected when I first agreed to come in for that interview..… Not at all what I expected... and it's not easy… but it's better than setting by and doing nothing." Laughing lightly I added. "Besides... Who else is going to keep Ratchet from killing the Twins?"

"Very true." Prime's optics flashed happily. "I for one am quite glad you are choosing to remain with us..."then with a light tone he added " Ratchet has been easier to handle as of late."

"You mean he hasn't beat the slag out of you for skipping checkups… because she would blow his audios." I jumped as a light voice laughed. " At least that's what I hear." Turning quickly in my seat I saw the small longhaired girl from before… the one with the weird dog (said dog was currently not with her) who had stopped the cadets from fighting weeks before. Standing at the top of the access ramp dressed in jeans, black boots and a blue halter top shirt, long waist length auburn hair hung lose at her back and a black silver studded wrist band with an Autobot insignia decorated her left wrist. "I hope I'm not interrupting..." The girl smiled, she looked a few inches shorter than myself, and she couldn't possibly be more than 5 foot tall. (4 ft 9 to be exact…I found out later) Being of a small build and frame, light skin and gray blue eyes, one of which seemed ever so slightly duller in color than the other. Her bone structure seemed to show hints of a light Native American heritage as well and contrasted oddly with her ivory skin tone.

"No my dear.." Prime's systems hummed lightly. "We are quite finished." Blue optics flashed fondly at the girl. 'Ohh... She must be his assistant.' I realized watching her walk around the wooden desk. "Mini .. I would like you to mean Amber Rain."

"Hi.." I smiled watching the girl dig through the desk. That name sounded familiar.

"Hello" Amber called sweetly back now out of sight. "Nice to meet you… officially." I poked my head over the desk to find her kneeled going through more drawers. "Crap... Optimus have you seen my debit card?"

"I'm afraid not... don't you store it in the top compartment?" Prime asked watching her with an amused expression.

"I do.." she frowned standing. "But I can't find it… I need to get a few things… There's lunch with some of the officials tomorrow… and then the charity banquet next week... and the auction …I need to get something to donate. I hate going empty handed to those things... "

"Ah yes..." Prime's voice smiled and I glanced up to see his helm rested in one hand… He seemed so relaxed, just like any other mech… so very un- all mighty commander like.

"Oh and I need to get you a new seat cover…" The girl's lips quirked in a light smile.

"The one I have serves its purpose well." Prime stated calmly.

"Pfft, no it doesn't…" Amber snorted shooting the 30-foot mech a look. " It's getting incinerated.. "

"My seat cover is perfectly comfortable." the mech in-question presented almost pathetically as if knowing he wouldn't win the argument. "New ones are rather uncomfortable...not to mention they itch…"

"Optimus... it's faded and warn and tacky... I'm getting you a new one." The small girl stated in a no nonsense tone. "I'm sure you'll brake it in soon enough." She smiled smugly.

My lips twitched and it was all I could do to hold back a giggle at the situation... My God …they sounded like a married couple arguing over the dreaded moth eaten High School jersey... Wait… I blinked as a thought entered my head. ' They couldn't be... no… That's just stupid … '

'You never know.. Could be ..' Little me popped up in the back of my head.

' Shut up! He loves Elita! Everyone knows that… and besides it's impossible… that's just stupid stuff fan fiction has put in my head.. A human and mech could never..' My thoughts were interrupted by the current real life conversation, as the two in question had seemed to have completely forgotten I was there.

"I swear I had it last night…. Maybe in my purse? I really need to start carrying some cash on me… Are you sure you haven't seen it?" Amber rambled not really waiting on an answer as she resumed her search through the desk, as though the missing debit card would magically appear where she had just looked.

"I assure you. I was quite distracted last night..." Optimus's engine purred as his optics momentarily flashed a deeper shade of blue.

'Did he just… Wait... he purrs? Holy crap...he PURRS?!' My mind worked franticly trying to comprehend this new bit of information. Prime wasn't acting at all like I had been lead to assume he would... well he was... but at the same time he wasn't…he was so different! It was then that I noticed the girl's cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink.

"…We have an audience dear" she managed out tightly through a strained smile. Prime's optics flicked to me a moment before going back to the girl.

"My sincerest apologies…" the deep voice stated as casually as commenting on the weather. " when you're near I often see little else." Amber twitched slightly flustered and apparently trying to come back with something. While I sat down rather hard in the leather chair trying to comprehend what the hell was going on. I would have expected something like that from Jazz.. But Prime?.. 'Optimus Prime is flirting!!.. What the HELL!?'

Blue optics dimmed as he activated his holoform. Suddenly the 6-foot human Autobot leader was standing before us, looking identical to my first encounter with him. Same build.. Same dark hair cropped in a military style, electric blue eyes, white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows. He walked quickly to his mech form and retrieved something from a compartment between a seam in his armor. Then smiling walked to Amber, easily towering over the much smaller female. Optimus held what looked to be a card easily out of her reach, seemingly un-purposely. (I have my doubts that this was just coincidental)

"You may borrow my card if you wish.." Prime smiled lightly as the girl twitched still blushing and glaring daggers at the same time.

"Why didn't you say that before?" Amber asked tightly clearly uncomfortable. As she reached for the card Prime laughed quietly planting a very brief innocent kiss on her forehead, which in turn made her eyes widen and her blush deepen to a vivid scarlet (Truthfully she looked rather pretty as her eyes flashed at him... of course I'm willing to bet she was ready to kill him at that moment…So it was probably the Death gleam… but a gleam none the less pretty.) clearly embarrassed at the display of affection in front of an audience, while said audience (ME!) sat completely floored by the exchange.

"You're blushing.." Prime practically purred his holoform quickly disappearing as she took a swipe at him. Temporarily set off balance she staggered forwarded with an annoyed huff. The petite girl frowned up at the mech as his blue optics flickered with mirth down at her.

"You're getting the itchy seat cover, …" Amber stated blue gray eyes narrowing …but her lips twitched as though she was fighting a smile.

"It was well worth the punishment …" the deep voice smiled. (Now.. Mind you I've been sitting through all of this completely silent and finally this last bit was all my poor mind could take.) I must have made a noise for I suddenly found their attention focused on me, both looking slightly concerned.

"Medic?... are you alright?" Amber asked walking to me. " You look pale."

"I... I.. You… Prime… You're… are you?... How?.. I...You can't be… are you?" I stammered staring at them trying to figure out just HOW. The two exchanged a worried glance.

"Twila... is something wrong? Are you malfunctioning?" Prime asked concern lacing his voice and looking ready to call Ratchet.

"But but but.. .. Elita.. And you. And .I just.. HOW?!."I couldn't quiet get my mind and mouth to work together. Amber's blue gray eyes widened as realization hit her.

" Oh Optimus…" the smaller girl commented sympathetically a light hand coming to her lips unconsciously. "They didn't tell her… they didn't tell you did they?" I shook my head rather dumbly, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of a mech and human together.. This was insane. Only fiction had crazy stuff like this! But then again... Normally only fantasy had giant alien robots that could turn into cars. " hmm.. Why don't you come with me into town... and I can try and clear some things up.. ok?"

"hu…?" I looked at her puzzled. " You mean we can leave?"

"Mini... You are not a prisoner here.." Optimus reassured me calmly and I looked up at the mech confused.

"Well I know… But... I thought we weren't allowed to leave base.." I commented and received a shocked expression from the two.

"Who told you this?" Prime frowned clearly disturbed by the news.

"Well.. no one.. I just assumed.. I mean I haven't.." I shifted uncomfortably.

"You mean to tell me you haven't been off base in all the time you've been here?" Amber's eyes widened.

"Well.. I went on the field mission.." I started and the girl bristled. Flicking a lose strand of hair back she frowned going to her desk and pressed a button on a small speaker system beside her laptop..

"RATCHET!" I started at the tone nearly falling out of the chair .. It was the same one the girl had used on the battlefield. A string of cursed came from the other end.

"Fragg'n glitch .. Youngling .." The CMO snapped over the comlink before controlling his voice to a more respectful yet rebuking tone. "Do you have any idea what would have happened had I been working on a patient?!"

"You work on a battle field with plasma fire and sonic booms. If you get rickety cause I yell at you then you're getting rusty." The girl replied in a chipped but calm tone.

"Amber.." Prime chided lightly before taking over the conversation. "Ratchet.. My apologies for interrupting.. But something has been brought to my attention I wish to confirm." It was like flipping a switch. Suddenly he was once again the Prime I had always envisioned him being.

"Yes sir?" Ratchet questioned sounding curious and somewhat irritated.

"Mini has been under the impression she was not allowed to leave base…" The commanding officer stated calmly.

"Nonsense.." Ratchet's voice snorted defensively. " We have merely been busy with her training. There is much to learn and little time to do so… Humans are rather slow compared to Cybertronian..."

"What the Hell is that suppose to mean?!" I snapped before thinking. Prime quirked an optic at the out burst while Amber shot me a grin.

"What do you think it means youngling... and watch your language… you are in the presence of a Prime." Ratchet scolded and I sank down in my chair in embarrassment.

"Very true.." Prime's voice smiled in an almost teasing undertone. " However we do practice leadership by example do we not?… I have had reports that your language has been less than appropriate in the presence of a senior officer." Amber snickered as the comment was met with a dead silence from the medic.

"Prime…" the medic growled in a tone I knew very well. He was ready to throw something.

"I'm stealing your assistant" Amber interrupted brightly standing and smiling at me. "It's been far to long since she got out." I nearly danced at the idea.. Feeling like a Jack Russell who'd been cooped up too long… I could go outside!

"Very well… Just bring her back in one piece." Ratchet sighed and I had a feeling another private conversation was going on between the Autobot leader and the CMO.

"Is KillJoy accompanying you?" Prime asked the girl seriously.

"No." Prime frowned at that looking displeased. " No need. Jazz was kind enough to agree to take me…Relax..." Amber smiled looking up at him. " There's a new café in town he wanted to check out." The Peter-built nodded as she motioned for me to follow her.

"Who's KillJoy Mrs.? And um… where are we going ... if you don't mind me asking.." I asked respectfully as we made our way down the hallways, and only assumed we were headed for the exit.

"Kill Joy is my bodyguard.… and drop the Mrs.." The auburn haired girl smiled wrinkling her nose. " That's only for the official stuff… and it makes me feel old… Is there anywhere you'd like to go? I just need to pick up a few things but we can take our time." Amber looked to be a few years younger than myself; she was small even for a human and looked frail enough that even I could probably break her in half. Dark hair bounced about her frame slightly as she walked at a brisk pace and I soon found myself slightly winded trying to keep up.

Amber was pretty…. not like supermodel pretty, a plain simple kind of pretty, one that often comes with the type of person who usually doesn't seem to think so … but she certainly wasn't what I would expect in the spark mate of Optimus Prime… (I was still trying to figure out exactly how that would work... and hoping I would get my answered before a headache set in.) Something about her though... it wasn't anything I could put my finger on exactly but she walked with an air of calm confidence.

"Oh.. Well I dunno.." I replied shaking myself out of my thoughts, already beginning to feel at ease with the smaller girl.

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Once outside I purred at the feeling of the warm wind and sunshine on my skin. Artificial sunlight was great but nowhere near the real thing. We found Jazz waiting for us already in alt mode. The sliver sports car flicked his lights at us playfully and popping his doors open in a silent invitation a light rock tune coming from inside. Hopping in the passenger seat I paled as the door closed shut and the seatbelts moved of their own accord then nearly freaked as the car started driving by itself. It was quite an awkward feeling being inside another being... (all you perves our there.. Get your mind out of the gutter!) I had only ridden in Bumblebee once before and hadn't even realized it at the time… and then Jetfire.. But that had been in his storage compartment.. not at all like this.

"Jazz dear.. I've got seed beads.." Amber smiled silently taking a small container of beads and wire from her purse… and began beading in the car… that was driving itself. "You drive like a maniac and Ratchet's going to kill both of us."

"AWW now… Ya know I'm gentle darl'n .." Jazz laughed playfully. The girl shook her head in response grinning at her work. "You alright there Mini? Your systems spiked." Jazz's melodic voice asked from nowhere and all around me at the same time.

"God this is so weird..." I commented staring at Amber since there was nothing else to focus on.

"Hmm?" she looked up at me puzzled, nimble fingers moving quickly at work in her lap.

"What's up cutie?" Jazz's voice asked in light concern.

"It's just.. I've never.. Where are you?" I asked looking around the dark interior trying to determine where the sound was coming from most. Amber stared at me blankly her crafting momentarily forgotten.

"Honey.. I'm tha' car." Jazz's voice smiled.

"I know that!" I exclaimed feeling my face heat up. Something told me this was going to be a weird day.

TBC

A/N

MiiMedic: I'm sorry! I know its been forever.. but I've been insanely busy! ... I finally got a bit of a break and went a little wild on the relaxation bit... but then it was back to the grindstone. I have an insane amount of projects, personal and other wise that need to get done.

I decided to split this chapter up cause it was so long.. I'll try to get the rest of it out soon.. and I've decided to try and continue Is there a Doctor in the House? .. God help me...But I need to get caught up on How does this work again? Before I do so, please bare with me…

Please.. If you have a question or what not and want to PM me do so, I love hearing from you guys…. but Please Please Please, I'm begging you… read my FAQ page on DeviantArt first to see if its already answered. .. I put it up after checking my email one day (I tend to forget to) and finding I had over 150 all from . and I sadly couldn't contact everyone with responses. I can't promise answers but I'll see what I can do.

I promise… I am working on the next chapter of How does this work again? (I haven't forgotten it). That one's just a bit harder to write cause I have to actually think about it… I wasn't there when any of that stuff happened... As a side note.. Has anyone else noticed most of my titles are questions? I was looking at stuff yesterday and was like 'that's weird..'

Responses:

AMAPADME: Oh Sunny and I have our little moment later on (grins) don't worry he doesn't get away with jack.

Bluebird Soaring: I don't think anyone enjoys killing another being.. Except those who have some serious mental issues..

Shadow Wolf 359: o.O mee? Kiss RATCHET?! .. hmm… you know.. That would screw with his processor.. (Shivers) and probably mine too.. that would probably be a last resort thing.

Narnian Sprite: Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying them so far… And yes I am looking for a Beta …I just haven't had time really look…if you would like to give it a shot we can try for a chapter or two and see how it works out…. sadly I only get to glance over my writing once, sometimes twice before I can post them.. I figure its better to put them up slightly flawed, and go back and correct it later; than have you guys wait even longer to get them. (Yeah I know I'm evil about getting them up….but hey! Eventually is better than never! )

Thank you very much to those who have taken time to read and review. See you again soon.

Much Love,

MiniMedic

Sideswipe: spissst (from the medbay table) tell them PS : I say HI!..

MiniMedic: No.. You're suppose to be in recharge..

Sideswipe: PS I say HI! PS I say HI! PS I say HI! Pleeeasseee (pouts)

MiniMedic: No.. (eye twitch) and that's not going to work this time..

Sides: AWWW come on.. .. Pleeeeasssee! Pretty pretty please?

MiniMedic: (sighs) Will it get you to mute it and recharge?

Sideswipe: Yes! (Optics brighten happily)

PS Sides says Hi!

MiniMedic: … there happy?

Sideswipe: YES!… wanta play Tetris?

MiniMedic: No! You said you'd recharge!

Sideswipe: (grins) I didn't say when…

MiniMedic: (eye twitch) Fine .. RATCHET!

Sideswipe: (winces) Frag..