Rule 102: Do Not Try To Subdue Autobots
"Never thought I'd say it but I miss the old Ratchet," Sam sighed almost a week later. There was a general agreement from every bot in the room, even Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Ever since Sam and Dani had sent Ratchet off to therapy he was a totally different mech. Even Optimus and Ironhide were uneasy about the change in their normally grumpy Chief Medical Officer's demeanor.
Visits to med bay were suddenly a less terrifying experience, at least for humans. For mechs it was even creepier than usual. Ratchet was almost always too happy and cheerful, his wrenches actually being used in the manner it was designed to be instead of being swung or thrown at someone in irritation. He had even stopped to compliment the Chevy twins, causing Prowl to glitch again. That settled it; they needed the old wrench wielding Ratchet back.
"Since this is our fault it's up to his to fix it, but how?" Dani sighed as she paced absently in front of Sam. He said nothing, his mind working to come up with a solution. Finally, he slumped back in his chair with a sigh.
"How about restraining him and having Jolt shock him back to his senses?" he suggested. Dani thought about it for a moment, pondering on the many ways that it could go wrong, then sighed herself. It was a long shot but it was the only idea they had.
Bumblebee and Jolt were all too happy to help, both unnerved by the new and improved Ratchet. After ensuring that the other mechs were busy elsewhere and wouldn't interfere, Sam and I called Ratchet into the rec room. His recent personality change had resulted in a more trusting Ratchet and he stepped into the room without hesitation, the smile he usually wore now on his face.
It was all too easy to restrain him and Sam and Dani stepped back to avoid getting hit by Jolt's electricity. The girl felt guilty, and she knew Sam did too, as they watched Jolt zap the medic silly. Though the end result was what they had wanted to achieve.
"What the…" Ratchet's voice was groggy as he came to his senses and instinctively tried to rise to his feet. Upon discovering that he was tied down, his eyes flashed as a snarl etched itself on his lip plates. He began to curse; at least that's what they assumed that was what the flow of words streaming from him as he began to struggle against the restraints.
Once assured that he was back to his normal grumpy and irritable self, the four of them turned and fled the room. Though they knew that they would eventually have to face the wrath of Ratchet and his wrenches, it didn't mean that they were that eager to face it just yet. The two mechs and humans scattered in four different directions as they heard Ratchet's loud voice bellow from the rec room. After all, even he couldn't be in four places at once.