AN: This was requested by mmouse15 on LJ with the prompt Hound, mountain. Posts have been slow due to school owning me.
Then I injured my wrist and was reduced to typing one handed. On the plus side I'm graduating on time.
Disheveled
Hound was the first one to see Bluestreak as he stumbled into the Ark. The Datsun was covered in a myriad of scrapes and dents. One of his headlights was cracked, his chevron was bent, and he had one of his wrists tucked into his stomach, where the smallest amount of energon could be dripping slowly.
The Jeep started and immediately put in a com to Ratchet. "Blue what happened? Are you alright?" The tracker was doing a fair impression of the injured mech. "Was it the Decepticons?" The flow of speech paused for a moment. If it had been the Decepticons why hadn't Bluestreak called for back up?
The Datsun tried to wave him off. Under the Jeep's eyes Bluestreak seemed more and more sheepish. At that moment Ratchet chose to arrive. Taking one look at the gray mech he grabbed his uninjured wrist and dragged him to the medbay, despite the vocal protests from his patient. Hound followed behind silently; determined to get an answer to Blue's injuries.
"On the berth," Ratchet growled tersely. Bluestreak awkwardly hefted himself to sit on the edge. "Wrist." Slowly the gray mech extended his arm, palm upwards. Ratchet huffed, as he examined the wound. It was an oddly shaped gash in the primary energon line, just in the wrist. Grumbling the medic went to work.
It was quiet, aside from Ratchet's swearing and his tools. Several breems later he finished, and stepped back to examen his work. "That should do it." Bluestreak nodded. The medic was distracted as the twins came barreling into the medbay still arguing.
The Datsun giggled as he watched the scene, very glad for the timely distraction. He knew he was about to be a target for the Hatchet's ire. However he had forgotten about the patient, green mech also waiting for an explanation.
Hound cleared his vocals, drawing Bluestreak's attention to himself. "Mind telling my why you came in here looking like you were scrapping with the Decepticons?"
The younger mech squirmed under the calm gaze of his roommate. The two just stared at each other for a moment. Then Bluestreak ducked his head and mumbled something unintelligible.
"What was that Bluestreak? I couldn't hear you."
Another mumble.
"Bluestreak I still can't understand you."
"I SAID I FELL DOWN THE MOUNTAIN!" Bluestreak yelled. The shout drew the attention of every mech in the room. Suddenly the Datsun wished he had a cloaking device like Mirage and could just vanish.