When the recharging twins finally awoke, they turned to see an overly annoyed medic stood over them. "Wass' up Docbot."
"Well Soph, if you must know knew I've had half of the 'spybots' (seriously they both nicknamed everything) as you call 'em looking for your lazy brother to see when they are going to start training again and if you are dead." Jazz slapped his helm as he faced palmed. He had been completely focused on the near death of his sister and had forgotten all about the troops.
"Well, 'hat's nice of 'em...Oy don' talk 'bou' meh brother like tat!" Soph glared at Ratchet who quickly subspaced a wrench so as equally as fast she redrew the argument much to Jazzs' amusement.
"Alrigh' ah get ta message Docbot ah'll go find ta troops 'nd get 'em back in train'." As Jazz was about to leave Ratchet yelled after him."Before you go I need you to help me with something first." The look of confusion was the same on both of the twins making the usually medic laugh freaking the pair out more.
Once Ratchet had recovered from his laughing fit, he motioned Jazz over to where the annoyed ninja was lying. The medic disconnected a few pipes that were attached to the young bots chasis. "If you can support her back while she gets up..."
"Really Docbot, Ah can ge' up." She interrupted. "...Well seeing as you're only going to annoy me if you stay like that." The ninja shot the CMO an 'I'm not annoying but that's why you love me' look. Ratchet groaned and thought young bots can't live with 'em can't melt 'em down for spare parts'. And with that signalled for her to get up. She only flinched once when Jazz smacked the scar on her back.
Eventually she was lent against the wall looking very pleased she could see something other than the ceiling. "Righ' then ah bette' be off before the Hatchet throws a wrench at meh." The saboteur said through their bond. She nodded before going back to studying her surroundings. Jazz dashed out of the room while comming. Blaster to put out an announcement to the spybots to meet him for training.
Eventually, Prowl had gotten all of his work done and had been very pleased when he had heard the message through the comm. link for all of the special ops. to report for training. That was a few cycles ago so they would be finished by now, and if he didn't know Jazz better he would be back in medbay. Prowl got up to go and find his unusual and very different but loveable spark mate.