A/N: Oh gosh. I'm going to die… a horrible painful death… the pain… fragging school. Oh well.

"Ok, here's the plan," Sparks whispered to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in front of her, getting ready to escape the Med bay.

Ratchet had moved Sparks from the private room she had with the excuse that she was stable enough. She wasn't stupid though. She knew that really meant, 'If I have to spend one more day coming in here to check on you I will kill you myself.'

"You guys distract the Hatchet."

"Um, Sparks." Sides seemed nervous.

"Yes, Sides, you have to distract him!" Sparks seemed tired, and bored.

"That's not-" Sunstreaker spoke up.

"Yes, it is fair! And no, you can't escape instead! Now rip off your brother's arm or something!"

"No fragger is ripping any other fragger's arm off in MY Med bay!"

"Slag it." Sparks cursed under her breath.

"We did try to warn you." Sideswipe shrugged. Sparks glared at him.

"Ratchet, I have been in this Med bay for a week! I. Want. Out!"

Ratchet scoffed. "Believe me I want you out as much as you want out, but your systems still aren't up to par."

Sparks frowned. She was bored, and she had her ways of making this fact very much clear to Ratchet.

"Hey Ratchet!" Sparks called out to him again.

"That's it you little glitch! What do you want!" Ratchet couldn't hold it in anymore. He was ready to Kill the femme and melt her down into new wrenches to beat mechs with, And it had only been ten minutes!

"I want to see Raine." Sparks whined.

"Then call her and tell her to get her aft here! If that's what it will take to get you out of my fragging wires, so be it!"

"She's in school. I wanna see Jazz."

Ratchet sighed. He knew where this was going. "So? How is that my problem?"

"He's watching Raine. Raine doesn't know he's the car. I just told her to borrow it." Sparks went silent waiting for his reply.

"How is any of that my problem?"

"You're missing the point, old mech. I'm bored! There is nothing to do and nothing can fix that!"

Ratchet sighed listening the femme rant about being bored. Finally he couldn't take it. "SHUT UP!" The femme went silent by reflex. "If you would just shut up for two minutes I would be able to tell you that you would be released tomorrow."

"Raaatttccccchhhhheeeetttt!"

"Not yet, Sparks." Ratchet replied blandly to the unsuccessful escape artist.

"But you said I would be released today anyway!" Sparks groaned.

"I need you with another bot at all times today for observation to make sure you didn't develop a glitch from the stress of almost offlining." Ratchet explained.

"I do not have a glitch!" Sparks exclaimed. "You would have noticed by now!"

"You haven't been back to your regular schedule yet, so It is hard to tell if you have developed one or not."

"The only glitch here is you!" Sparks yelled turning her back to the medic.

Ratchet sighed. He wasn't in the mood for this. ::Ratchet to Jazz::

::Sup? Something wrong with Sparks?::

Ratchet looked over to Sparks who was now crouched in a corner gloomily. He sighed again. :: Many things are wrong with that femme, but they are nothing a joor or two with me and a wrench can't fix::

::Please don' Kill 'er. Ah'm on mah way. Jazz out.::

Ratchet looked back at Sparks. She had found a spare digit on the ground, and was looking at it in horror. Ratchet smirked. "Poor mech wouldn't shut up. I had not choice."

Sparks turned her gaze to Ratchet. "You… you… MONSTER!" She yelled activating her skates and Speeding out of the Med bay before Ratchet could stop her.

Ratchet once again sighed. It was going to be a long day.

::Ratchet to Jazz.::

::Wha' is it?::

::I lost her. She escaped. Ratchet out::

Ratchet sighed and looked back at where the femme had been sitting. "Hm. I wonder why she took the digit with her."

::Ratchet to Prowl::

::Yes?::

::Please locate and keep an eye on Sparks until Jazz gets back from watching the Witwicky girl.::

::Of course. Prowl out::

Prowl was definitely not happy. In the past five minutes since Ratchet commed him, he has gotten numerous comms from Red Alert, the base's security chief, telling him to get his "aft" up there.

When Prowl finally made it to Red's office Red's face was about an inch from one of his monitors that covered his walls. "What are you doing?"

"Sparks has been standing in the hall way staring at a digit for the past five minutes." Red answered. Prowl sighed. At least he found the femme.

"You started to comm. me five minutes ago." Prowl looked at the screen. Sure enough there was Sparks standing in the middle of the hallway staring at a digit that was almost as big as her. "I thought you meant her digit."

"If it was her digit it wouldn't have been so suspicious. Do you think she killed a bot because he was pointing at her funny?"

Prowl sighed. "I do not believe that's-"

"I bet she's going to come after me next! You're her accomplice aren't you?" Red Alert stared to panic. Prowl started to fell his processor lock up, so he turned and left the room. "She fell! I bet she did that to-" Prowl finally got out of hearing range.

::Prowl to Ratchet::

::What?::

::I think she glitched::

::Bring her in. Ratchet out::