Author's Note: Hey everyone, this story hadn't been updated for awhile, but not as long as it possibly could have been. Soon, I will be a college graduate of the Office Administration program from NBCC-Woodstock. It has been one heck of a ride these past nine months, but hey, it was definitely worth it. I will miss my OA ladies, and the instructors who have made this year worthwhile.

June 27th is graduation :D

~Chapter Eleven~

A few weeks later...

Allison hadn't spoken to her sister since their argument. She still didn't feel like talking with her, even though she was slowly reconsidering, especially seeing as the Witwicky boy wouldn't stop bringing it up during every conversation they had at the base. Though, at the same time, every time she thought about talking with Carly she would feel guilty for saying something about her unexpected pregnancy.

Maybe Carly was right; just because her ex left her, and his mistress caused her to miscarry didn't mean it would happen to everyone. Through a couple years of therapy, she was told to try and let go of the past and try and look into the future. Allison just couldn't seem to let go of something that had meant the world to her—family.

It didn't seem fair; not in her eyes at least.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she set the pages she was looking at down at her desk. She felt as though she was stuck in between a rock and a hard place, with seemingly no place to escape. Leaning back in her seat she allowed her mind to become blank, every thought was blocked.

That was until her pager went off, glancing down at the little device that Ratchet made for her, her eyes widened in confusion and anger. Growling, she got up and headed for the door, turning off the light before making her way to the med bay.

From what the message said their newest patient was causing havoc, even though said patient was told to stay put until both she and Ratchet could discharge him. Apparently, he didn't know how to heed doctor's orders very well.

And as soon as the automatic doors open her eyes widened, "What the hell is this?"

Ironhide was crumpled on the floor, holding to the side of the berth as he was being glared at by Ratchet, they both slightly jumped at her sudden intrusion. She glanced from one bot to the next, both wearing angered expressions. Ratchet held a wrench tightly in one hand, a couple were laying a couple feet away from Ironhide.

"How old are you?" She asked, angrily, snatching the wrench from Ratchet's holoform, glaring at him as she stalked over and grabbed the other two wrenches before tossing them up onto an empty berth. She knelt down to Ironhide, ignoring the look he was giving her as she placed one of his arms over her shoulder as she wrapped her own arm around his waist.

"Okay, on the count of three I want you to push up with your free hand; we need to get you back onto the berth. Ready? One. Two. Three." With that they both slowly made it so that Ironhide was sitting on the berth, Allison's hands steadying him as he was still weak. And as she did so she gave him an equal glare. "Now, what was that? Why were you crumpled up on the floor?"

Ironhide's bright blue orbs darkened as he looked away, grumbling something in Cybertronian. Ratchet scowled, making his way over to the mech. Allison cast him a look, holding out her hand. "YOU stay put." Her hazel eyes shone with disbelief and frustration, "What do you think you're doing throwing wrenches at an extremely expensive piece of equipment and patient?"

Ratchet averted his gaze. "He wouldn't listen when I told him that he was not yet ready to get out of Med Bay yet."

"So, when he decided not to listen you did the first thing that came to mind, right? Throw wrenches at your patient?"

Ratchet bit back a remark as he stared at Allison. He could practically feel the anger emanting from her as every part of her body told him that he should not have done that. He felt guilty then. Normally he would throw wrenches, but she was right. The equipment that was keeping Ironhide alive now was quite expensive. He sighed, his holoform's eyes closing. "I am sorry, doctor. I was not considering what my actions may have caused."

She stared at him, her brows scrunched in confusion. She wasn't expecting that. "Uh, apologies accepted, but please remember not to do it again. And you..." she turned her attention to Ironhide. "You are to follow our rules. You are alive right now because of something that the researching team—I as head researcher had developed for humans and bots alike. I do not need this to be ruined because of your rebellious behaviour."

Ironhide just gaped at her, before something entering his processor. "Yes. I want to know why I am in this robotic form of a human rather than in another shell; I realize that Sentinel Prime had my body heavily damaged-."

"You told him?"

"No, I did not. He fit the pieces himself."

"...as I was saying...where my other body was damaged could I not have been transferred to another shell for the time being." Realization struck, "My body was completely destroyed wasn't it?"

Allison and Ratchet exchanged glances, taking a deep breath Allison replied; "Unfortunately so. Because of the shock, and energon loss that your original body has sustained, you spark is severely weak, it will take quite awhile for the strength to return."

'If it returns...'

Ironhide closed his eyes, his jaw set. "Is that why I can't stand?"

"Not quite. It's because you sort of have to relearn how to walk and everything."

His shoulders sagged. "Are you fragging kidding me?"

Allison gave a nervous laugh, "Um, no."

He looked at Ratchet, who held his hands up. "Oh no. Don't look at me for help, I can't do anything anyways, not without damaging the body you currently have now."

"I want a Cybertronian body, I feel weird in this."

"Too bad," Allison barked, "What you want and what you need are two very different things. You are just going to have to be patient."

"Patience is not in his vocabulary, doctor." Ratchet muttered. Ironhide shot him a heated glare as Allison looked back at him with disbelief. Sighing she got up, hands clenched.

"I think we have to get you to attend a couple of seminars about how to act/treat a patient. Wouldn't you agree, Ratchet?"

"I have no further comment at this time."

She smiled. "Good. " She turned to leave, looking at the both of them again. "Ratchet, if I get a page about another one of your 'wrench-throwing tiffs' I will make sure every damned one of them is confiscated." She looked at Ironhide, her gaze softening slightly. "And you...I know you want a Cybertronian shell and everything, but for the time being enjoy what you have, because without it, you more than likely wouldn't be here."