Hi folks! I'm still here. I do not have writer's block (in fact, I have tons of ideas!); I just have no time to write! Okay, so I do, but it's in little bits here and there between homework, work, study, driving to school and back, and sleep.

I got another Transformer action figure this week! Ironhide was my first, and this new one's my second, but he's my first Decepticon. He's G1 Thundercracker! And he's super cute! X)

(Well, please overlook typos and such… I proofread a number of times, but my brain's a little groggy from school and this cold that I caught… Seriously, there were five rows of chairs in my classroom, and I miscounted and started to sit in the wrong row…).

Okay, on to the story.


Chapter 50

Training

It was only nine o'clock in the morning, but Ratchet already had five notices to read.

He had notice from Ironhide requesting him to not spoil Auri so much. He knew ol' Hide was right to ask him this. He'd been horrible at letting Auri always get her way with him. He was supposed to stand up to her little sparkling face and not give in somehow. He was not sure HOW he would manage, but he would somehow or face Ironhide. He remembered a time when he was strict with the little femme… there was no going back to that time, but he would make some changes.

And he had a notice from Chromia stating that she would scrap him if he needlessly upset her sparkling. Femme-creator surrogate was being overprotective. Again. How on earth was he supposed to please both Ironhide AND Chromia? He wasn't sure. He knew he would do it, though, or suffer.

He also had a notice from Optimus ordering him to allow Prowl to begin training Auri for the coming liaison even though she was still in Med-Bay. He didn't like this, allowing office work while a patient was still in Med-Bay, but Prime's word was law.

Ratchet also had a notice from Prowl ordering him to immediately cease and desist with his romantic fantasizing about him and Auri because it was simply not going to happen. Ratchet shook his head and smiled. Prowl didn't know everything. Really, he didn't.

He had another notice from Prowl, too, only this one informed him that he would be at Med-Bay at 10:00 AM sharp to begin Aurion's training. Ratchet nodded his head with resignation. This time Prowl would be right.

"Rrrratchet," Auri wheedled from her berth. "Can I get up this morning yet?"

Ratchet looked over at her, fingering the notice from Ironhide. The young mechs were still in recharge and would be for a long time, so Auri was a bit bored. "When did I say you could get up?" Ratchet asked.

"Nine-thirtyyyyyy, But Rahhhtch,"

"No 'buts.'" He told her, wincing inwardly at the thought of Chromia trying to pummel him.

"Mean Ratchet." Auri accused.

Then Auri sulked.

She sulked until nine-thirty, and then she kept sulking and didn't get up.

Then it was nine-fifty, and Ratchet was at his wits end. He hoped Moonracer would know more about sparklings than he did. 'Whoa! Where did that thought come from?' he was astonished. Oh, of course he and Moonracer were going to bond after the war, but what did sparklings…? Nevermind. That would be later. Right now he had Ironhide and Chromia's sulking sparkling on his hands.

He would have to come up with a solution fast before Prowl came in and was severely displeased. A severely displeased Prowl and a severely ill-tempered Auri were a combination he did NOT want to have on his hands. That could get dramatic. And dangerous. And messy. He could imagine the disastrous outcome… Auri would get throw a fit, Prowl would reprimand her, Auri would be devastated and start crying, Prowl would begin second-guessing himself and short out, and then Auri would be hyper-upset because she caused him to short out, and then Chromia would come in with a heavy artillery gun and demand to know what happened, and Ironhide…

"Greetings, Ratchet." Prowl said, coming in.

Ratchet twitched in surprise and winced. Prowl had almost sounded cheerful.

"Good morning, Prowl." Ratchet said, a rather fake smile on his face.

Prowl cocked an optic-ridge slightly at him and dipped a wing, but offered no verbal comment. "Is Aurion awake?"

"Yes, she is." Ratchet replied, thinking, 'awake and bratty. And I'm partially to blame, but I can't figure out the solution.'

"Are you unwell?"

"ME? I'm fine, Prowl. Go on with your training stuff. I have work to do." He waved the clueless bot on.

Prowl gave him a slightly doubtful look, but after a moment the Commander moved on towards where the patients were.

"Good morning, Aurion." Commander Prowl greeted.

"Is not." Auri objected in a pouty tone, keeping her back to him. "Ratchet's mean." She added a flit of her door-wings to emphasis this.

Prowl's optics swept towards Ratchet for a second then he looked back at Auri. "Ratchet is more than fair." He informed her coldly, "He gave you a full half-hour in which to prepare for our training session."

"Mmmpfh."

"I will not tolerate being addressed in this manner, Aurion. Are you serious about wanting this job?"

"Yeah…"

"Yes? Prove it then. If not, I will withdraw the offer and suppose that you are not serious about any of the work."

Auri gasped and rolled over to sit up and stare at him in shock. His face was like the Decepticon statue in her art history file. Only his optics were like glittering blue ice. He… he was threatening her job?

"I… I…"

"You have five minutes." Prowl informed her. Then he walked off to the chairs where they'd sat to work yesterday.

Auri gasped again, distraught as the full effect of his words hit her. She'd forgotten how strict Prowl was. And Prowl was dead serious! He would fire her if she wasn't there and ready in five minutes, no kidding, no 'sorry,' no "oops, you can try again.'

Auri grabbed the little Energon cube that she' reused during her sulk and downed it like a starving Ironhide.

Fuel was taken care of, now she needed her data-pad. She put her hand in the cubby beneath her berth. The data-pad wasn't there!

She rolled off the berth, and crouched to peer into the cubby frantically. The data-pad was definitely not there. She dashed around and looked in the other cubby, and it was empty, too. She needed her data-pad to take notes with! She needed it very badly. Her life depended on it! She stamped her foot in frustration then moved on.

She looked under the berth anxiously. It wasn't there. She looked on the shelf near the berth, but it wasn't there either.

Tears welled up in her optics. She couldn't find the thing anywhere and Prowl was going to fire her from the job because she'd been bratty and unprepared. She stuffed her fists in her optics, not wanting to cry.

She couldn't help but whimper though.

Prowl was watching all this very closely without seeming to. He saw Ratchet start to move towards the distraught femme-ling.

::No, Ratchet.:: he ordered softly over the comm.

::Prowl! She can't find her data-pad. And you're going to fire her for it!::

::She can find it. She has two point four minutes.::

::You're cold and cruel to be so harsh with her this early in the morning.:: The incensed medic sent back angrily as Auri started choking back sobs. ::SHE'S CRYING!::

::She can handle it.::

There was an angry splutter of static from Ratchet's end of the comm.. ::Skrik-glick! Prowlllll-! YOU-!::

::Watch Aurion.:: Prowl told him quietly.

Ratchet turned seething optics to his poor little Auri. Then he blinked. Auri was calming herself down and regaining her poise. She squared her shoulders and tucked back her pretty door-wings, and she pressed her hand against her forehead as she focused her thoughts.

Then she turned and hurried over the Sunny's berth and took her data-pad from his cubby. That's where she had left it.

Then she sprinted over to the chairs where Prowl was.

Twenty seconds late. That was a lot when the time limit was five minutes. She held her data-pad tightly and willed the tears to stay back.

"Sit," Prowl ordered.

She obeyed.

"This job is going to be challenging. Do you still want it?"

She opened her mouth but was afraid speak for fear of breaking down in tears. She nodded.

Prowl studied her. He really did have the purest blue optics she'd ever seen on a bot except for Prime. Only Prime's optics were a little more warm and friendly.

She felt more miserable and had to stuff a fist in her right optic. "Y-yes, C-com-mander, I still w-want i-t-t th-the job." She managed to say.

"Good," Prowl said, his tone less harsh, "For I want to give it to you."

She felt better. Much better. She brushed the tears away. "Th-thank-you, C-commander."

"You will have to be prompt and prepared, though." He warned her.

"I will be." she promised.

"You will have to not act like a spoiled sparkling."

"I will not." She promised.

"Alright." It was settled then.

Auri brushed her face again, trying to be rid of the tears that had spilled.

Prowl handed her a clean polishing cloth. She took it, dried her face and hand with it, and then folded it back neatly.

"Are you ready now?" Prowl asked.

"Yes, sir." Auri replied. She was ready.

Ratchet had covertly watched the exchange while battling over-protectiveness over Auri. Now he was beginning to see that Prowl wasn't being quite as cruel as he'd appeared to be. It was a serious job that Prowl was giving Auri; she would have to be on her very, very best behavior, and he had to make that crystal clear from the absolute start. He forgave Prowl and turned back to his work.

Auri paused after answering Prowl. She was ready, but she did wonder if Prowl always had a polishing cloth on hand. Sunny always did because he was vain about his looks and never wanted to look smudged. Why would Prowl have always have one on hand?

"Is something unclear?" Prowl questioned, reading her expression. His tone was still a bit sharp.

"No, sir." Auri replied with a slight shake of her head. It could be, after all, a slightly personal question, and one was NOT allowed to ask Prowl personal questions.

Prowl considered her negation. His tone could have frightened her for asking something important, he mused.

"Are you sure?" he asked her more kindly, using a tone that would encourage questions.

Auri tilted a door-wing a little. "I was simply wondering if you always had polishing clothes on hand, but it is… not… something I would ... ask about."

Ratchet smothered a chuckle.

Prowl blinked his optics twice. Where in the galaxy did she find such questions to ask? And how was it that she could put them forth without actually asking them? And why did he always feel compelled to answer them?

"That's all." Auri said shifting, indicating that she wanted to move on and not have him sit in astonished silence.

"I do always have polish clothes on hand." Prowl answered, "A professional appearance includes cleanliness and neatness. Smudges are neither clean nor neat."

"Understood." Auri said, thinking about Sunny. He certainly wasn't professional.

"It is not about vanity." Prowl added, suddenly thinking of Sunny.

Ratchet, with his back towards the two door-winged bots, grinned. The very fact that Prowl had to bring up the topic of vanity said something to him.

"Understood." Auri said.

"Enough digression now," Prowl said, though not harshly. He handed another data-pad to Auri. "The liaison's name is Mariah Phillips," he said.

"Phillips… better than flat." Auri said.

Prowl raised an optic-ridge in surprise. He'd almost forgotten that she often came up with random comments that usually threw him off. They were almost as disconcerting as the wild questions. That aside, though. "She is a person, not a tool." He told the femme-ling, "You must treat her with proper respect. Do you recall what we discussed about names?"

"Yes, I do." Auri said promptly. Never make fun of them.

Prowl went on, "She has been here once before, three years ago. She had to end her work here abruptly due to a rise in Decepticon activity. Since then, she has been busy doing other studies. It is our turn again. I hope that this time she will have a little more success."

Auri nodded.

"Agent Phillips is coming to study our society and how we relate to one another, among other things."

'Yay, this'll be great fun.' Ratchet thought with sarcasm, but Auri nodded to show Prowl her eagerness to hear his words.

Prowl went on, "We will need to give her as much information as possible, but we need to be tactful and discrete about it, and we do not, and in some cases should not, tell her everything."

"How will I know what to not tell her?" Auri asked, really starting to realize how serious her job was going to be.

"You have a fairly good instinct." Prowl told her. "And I will give you guidelines. General things you may tell, but you should exercise caution regarding details."

Auri wrote this down.

"For example," Prowl said, "You may relate that some bots may have a mischievous nature, but you may not reveal that they give into the nature by filling the Second-in-Command's desk drawer with Jell-O."

Auri smiled in amusement. "Allegedly." She corrected. She got the displeased Prowl chin-tuck. It was more eerie than the displeased Ironhide chin-tuck.

He had actually hoped that she would give the twins away somehow and he could finally either find a new suspect or prosecute the twins for it. No such luck. He had to go on, though. "I was using an example." He said.

"Understood." Auri said, but she hadn't been sparked yesterday, and the twins had warned her, so she knew what he'd been doing.

Prowl went back on course. "Generals, not specifics." he summarized.

"Generals, not specifics." Auri echoed quietly to reinforce the point.

Ratchet began to tune out the training session. Most of it was rather dry. Do such-and-such at this time; don't do such-and-such at this time. Sometimes this or that is alright, but other times do not even consider it.

Ratchet wasn't sure how Auri put up with all of it, but he saw as he watched that she did put up with it. Prowl had whipped her into shape with his first few interactions with her that day, and she was staying like a good, mature bot. Perhaps, hopefully, she would stay like a good, mature bot even after Prowl left, and then he, Ratchet, wouldn't have to deal with Brat-a-Con Auri.

"What should I do if she asks a question I do not know that answer to?" Auri asked later in the session. Ratchet recognized a more formal pattern arising in her manner. He smiled to himself. 'Improvement…'

"You have all the answers." Prowl told her.

"No, I do not." Auri replied, slightly confused.

"Yes, you do," Prowl persisted, "you have all the answers."

"I don't," she protested, a small frown coming to her face.

"You do." Prowl said meaningfully.

"I-yi donnnn't!" She was starting to get upset. Prowl was acting extremely contrary in her optics. She most certain did not have all the answers! She DIDN'T! He had to be picking her. It wasn't nice at all, and she wasn't feeling so great, anyway. Meanie! Mean Prowl. She stuffed a fist in one of her optics. "I don't" she whined. Ratchet grimaced; perhaps he'd relaxed too soon.

"No whining." Prowl ordered.

Auri considered wailing. That wouldn't work at all though. Prowl would hate it. And she needed to be a mature bot. "Yes, Commander." She murmured.

"Thank-you." Prowl said.

Auri was confused again. Thank-you for what?

"Shall we try again?" Prowl asked.

"Yes, sir…" Auri said, thinking 'no, meanie.'

"You have all the answers." Prowl told her again.

Auri eyed him as one would eye a malfunctioning toaster-oven. Really, Prowl?

"You do have all the answers." Prowl said earnestly, putting careful emphasis on each word and watching her optics. He really, really wanted her to figure it out for herself. She had fairly good reasoning skills, but sometimes they did fall short. He wanted to make her work them this time even if it meant confusing her a little before she used them.

She scowled at the unhelpful Commander.

He smiled ever so slightly, a trusting smile.

Auri straightened up in surprise at the smile. Then she pursed her mouth. He was doing something, she finally realized, but what was it? What was Commander Prowl doing? What mysterious function was running in his head? What was she missing that she should get?

How could she find out? Simple reasoning was getting her nowhere.

"Please clarify." She said to the Commander.

Prowl was infinitely pleased with this response. It showed him that she had figured it out without further prompting. This was very good.

"You have all the answers," he said, "Because you know whom to ask, whom to consult, and where to go for details regarding complex subjects."

Auri blinked. Why, of course! If she didn't know what Prowl was talking about, she asked him to clarify. That she had just done. And if she didn't know how a canon worked, she went to Ironhide. If she was uncertain why her leg hurt, she went to Ratchet. She did have all the answers!

Prowl couldn't help but smile slightly at the grin that spread over his subordinate's face as she reasoned out his words.

"I do have all the answers." Auri said, looking quite pleased. ('Thanks for inflating her ego,' Ratchet thought drily).

"Is that so?" Prowl asked, moving on to his next point.

"Indeed." Auri said. She was pretty sure that she was on the same page as Prowl was. Well… at least within a couple pages of where he was. Nobody except Prime was ever on the same page as he was.

"So, then, you can explain why the Ironhide is permitted to openly carry massive cannons in a meeting where all weapons must be kept in storage?"

Auri tried hard to not chuckle but she couldn't help it. "That is an easy question, Commander. Ironhide questions are easy."

He looked down at his data-pad to hide the tiny bit of mirth in his optics. "Just answer."

"He is permitted to carry because he is part of Prime's elite body guard." Auri explained.

Prowl nodded. "Correct." He said. Then there was a slight pause before he went on, "Now, if Commander Prowl is of higher rank than Ironhide, why then does Ironhide usually treat him as he treats the subordinate bots?"

To hear Prowl refer to himself in the third-person was highly funny to Auri; Commander Prowl calling himself "Commander Prowl" just sounded silly. Auri tried not to laugh; it was completely unprofessional to laugh at this moment. She twisted her mouth and ducked her head a little to hide it.

Prowl cocked his head and lifted his wings a little, "What is so funny?" he asked innocently.

Auri clapped her hands over her mouth. Innocently confused Prowl was funnier than third-person-self-reference Prowl. And being around the humorous twins constantly had completely stripped away her control when it came to not laughing at something.

Prowl put his head up levelly and lowered his wings in slight disappointment as she chortled at him. He'd acted an amusing manner to test her control of amusement, and she'd shown very little. He just didn't know that for him (of all bots) to act in an amusing manner was at least twice as funny as any other bot acting in an amusing manner.

"Agent Phillips is going to ask 'silly-sounding' questions, Aurion." He said patiently. "You will have to not laugh at her."

Auri sobered. "Yes, sir." Oops… so he'd been testing here there and she'd messed up. It was okay, though. She was learning.

"We do not want to offend or hurt humans' feelings by laughing at them." He explained. "And we do not want to discourage them from asking questions."

Auri nodded, thinking about Ironhide. He never laughed at her when she had a question. He might chuckle a little from time to time, but their relationship was so close that she understood that he wasn't laughing at her to deride her, but laughing because he enjoyed her. The liaison wouldn't have this relationship.

"So, if Commander Prowl is higher ranking than Ironhide, why then does Ironhide usually treat him as he treats the subordinate bots?" Prowl asked again.

Auri kept a straight face. "Ironhide treats y… uh, Ironhide treats," she paused then went on seriously, "Ironhide treats Commander Prowl as he does his other subordinate bots because he was Commander Prowl's guardian at one time. As a guardian, Ironhide would have been protective of and authoritative towards him. Some of those feelings still linger today, and they manifest themselves in his treatment of Commander Prowl."

Prowl nodded. "Good answer." He said. And he had noted, and was pleased, that she had used his title in her answer. "How did Prowl get to be Second-in-Command if Ironhide is such an older and more experienced bot?"

Auri looked blank for a few moments. She had never even considered this before.

"That was Prime's choice…" she decided slowly after a minute. "He would have noticed qualities in Commander Prowl that he wanted in a Second-in-Command and chosen him on that basis."

"Qualities such as…?" Prowl probed in an impersonal tone.

"Ah…" Another question she'd never considered. "Qualities anyone in an important position would want in a Second." She replied. That was rather vague, she decided, so she added, "A cool head, sharp reasoning skills, an optic for detail, and..." She couldn't think of a fourth thing. "And… And the like." She put on a confident tone for show even though she knew Prowl knew she was uncertain.

Prowl nodded. "Good. You voiced no doubts."

Auri smiled. She was making it so far.

"What does a robot think is funny?" Prowl asked.

Auri paused. This was a simple question, but there had to be some catch… 'Robot!' she realized suddenly.

"Robots have no sense of humor." She answered confidently. "Transformers, however, do have a sense of humor, and it varies from one to the other as it does in humans."

Prowl bowed slightly. "Excellent." He said quietly. He was impressed that Auri had caught that and answered so well. There was a great deal of tolerance of the usage of the word "robot" for Transformers on Base, and from some standpoints that was good, but he didn't want liaisons marking them down as just robots.

Auri couldn't have been happier. To hear Prowl say "excellent" to her felt like the most wonderful thing in the world. It was one the highest praise words he used. Auri felt like grinning with delight, but she kept her professional face up.

"What is the difference between a 'mech' and a 'femme'?" Prowl asked next.

Auri looked astonished first. Then she looked much abashed. The little femme was a bit embarrassed. "Erm… Commander? Will she really ask that?"

"Possibly." Prowl answered.

"How could she even get a job if she can't tell-?"

"I ask the questions." Prowl said rather hastily. He now realized that he'd embarrassed her a little, but he didn't want her to embarrass herself a lot. Or her to embarrass him.

"Understood, but –"

"No 'buts.'"

"Yes, sir." She replied, but she wasn't sure what to say next. Really, she wouldn't mind explaining the difference to another femme or female, but a mech, and the Commander at that, was a whole different story. A bot just didn't share certain things with bots of the other make.

The elation she'd felt over hearing him say excellent to her last response was fading.

"Generals, not specifics." Prowl reminded coaxingly after a few moments of silence.

"Oh!" why, of course, "Well, what's the difference between a boy and a girl?" Auri asked back.

"Right answer." Prowl told her.

"Generals not specifics…" Auri said to herself again. "But, Prowl, what if she asks something very specific?"

"We just did that. Be prepared to give a general answer, and know of whom to consult if she wants something more specific."

"Ah." She wrote that down.

"Do you any further questions before Ratchet throws me out?"

Auri looked up quickly in astonishment.

"I have been given a strict time limit." Prowl explained.

"We will have more lesson sessions, won't we?" Auri asked, slightly panicked. They hadn't talked nearly enough about what to do.

"We will, we will." Prowl reassured her soothingly. "We have another one scheduled for this afternoon, and sessions at the same times on a number of the following days."

Auri couldn't help but sigh a sigh of relief. She felt in no way ready for the coming task. She wanted, needed, much more tutoring before she would be ready.

"Any other questions?" Prowl asked.

"Yes… actually." She said a little shyly.

"Go ahead, you may ask me." He encouraged her.

"There is something some bots do that I don't understand fully what it means."

Prowl didn't know what she was talking about, but he braced himself for something unusual and nodded for her to go on.

"It is…" she hesitated, "It's like…" she sighed, unable to figure out how to explain it.

Prowl looked over at Ratchet to see if Ratchet was following what was going on, but the medic had long since tuned them out.

"It's this," Auri said. Then she summoned up enough nerve to touch Prowl's upper arm. She pressed two fingers firmly against part of the upper plating on his upper arm.

Prowl's expression was one of curiosity. Other than that, though, Auri received no response. She withdrew her hand.

"Or, something like that." She said, rather disappointed and somewhat puzzled. The bots she'd seen had responded to that touch.

"Indeed, something like that." Prowl said. "You would have received a response if you had done it correctly."

"Oh."

"There are pressure points that you do not know about." Prowl explained. He reached and took her hand gently and showed her when to put her fingers. She pressed firmly without warning. Discomfort swept into his system; he squirmed involuntarily and moved away from her touch with grimace.

Auri swiftly clasped her hands in her lap. She had suddenly got the sense of awkwardness. She, of all bots, had made Prowl duck away like a misbehaving sparkling.

"Like that." Prowl said.

"Not doing it again." Auri stated stiffly.

Prowl half-smiled. He knew she wouldn't. Then he explained what had happened. "The early Transformers, as slaves under the Quintessons, were encoded with certain pressure points in order that they could be more easily controlled."

Mild disconcertion rose up in Auri. The thought of being a slave was appalling, and the thought that there was still something in bots' encoding from that time was disturbing.

"The encoding has weakened over time," Prowl went on, "But some of it still remains. Pressure there, on that circuit, makes bots uncomfortable. Pressure is given by dominant bots over insubordinate subordinates to remind them who is in charge."

Auri twitched her wings in discomfort. "So, what I did was actually completely out of bounds for me to do."

"Yes." Prowl said with a slight smile. He could have told her that beforehand, but he'd been curious to see what would happen, how he would feel like responding, and how she would respond.

"I did not know that." Auri said, slightly disgruntled with him for letting her do that. If it wasn't allowed, really, he should have stopped her, so she thought.

"I knew." Prowl said simply. He was perfectly calm, Auri saw. It hadn't bothered him in the least. Auri knew she should follow his lead and not be bothered by it.

"Alright." She said, accepting his lead.

"I will back at two o'clock this afternoon to give more instruction." Prowl said, rising.

Auri rose as well. "Understood. I will be ready." She spoke with special emphasis to reassure him that she was serious.

Prowl met her optics, pleased. "Good," he replied. "I will see you then." He told her with a touch of warmth in his tone.

Auri watched as he left; he nodded to Ratchet as he passed the medic, and then he went out the door. Auri wished he could have stayed and talked a while longer. It was hard to get him to talk, but when he did, it was always interesting. He had other things he had to do, though. He had responsibilities. Lots of them.

She had lots of them, too, she suddenly realized. 'I think life must get more and more complex as it goes on.' Auri thought as she considered that her responsibilities had grown considerably in the past few days.

Ratchet was sitting in his chair, watching her thoughtfully.

Auri, on noticing him, remembered how things had been before Prowl had come in. 'Poor Ratchet,' she thought, 'He does so much for me, and I was rude and mean to him when I didn't like what he told me.'

She went over to the old medic quietly, a little self-conscious since he was watching her, and held out her arms for him to pick her up.

A reluctant, one-sided smile appeared on his mouth, and he picked her up. Once in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"That's for being such a nice medic and taking such good care of me." she told him adoringly.

'She is going to break mech's sparks when she gets old enough…' Ratchet thought, melting.

He kissed her in return, pressing his lips to her little head.

"That's for being Auri." He told her.

She giggled at him.

Then she saw his desk.

"That's messy." She said, pointing.

Ratchet knew she wanted to neaten it for him; it was her favorite thing to do when she came into Med-Bay, not so much because she was cleaning up something, but that she was helping and serving a friend.

So far, he'd not let her up enough for her to notice how untidy it had gotten, but now she'd seen it.

He smiled and motioned that she could do as she pleased. This got him another kiss on the cheek then, a few moments later, the femme-ling was standing at his desk, happily rearranging the items on it.

'It will be three days before I can find anything again…' Ratchet thought. Then he grinned. He could live with that.


There's the update! :) I'm not overly satisfied with it… but every time someone says that about her update, I've always liked what she wrote, so hopefully that will be the case here. I miss writing and updating a lot! :/ Hopefully school will slow a little and I can get back into writing a bit more. For now, I'll update when I can. Review! :D