Of Dead Birds and Cars
By Fadura
The day had started off normal enough, waking up, getting energon, going to one's shift. Of course 'normal' had a strange tendency of turning into 'abnormal' on many occasions, in fact, it has happened so many times –almost everyday now that he came to think of it- that WAS normal.
Still didn't mean that he'd get used to them.
The good thing about such abnormal events is that they were usually funny… Or at least they were in his opinion, the unfortunate victims of these abnormal events however had different opinions.
The unfortunate victim of the day was, unusually enough, Tracks.
Tracks, out of all people, had had an unfortunate run in with a low flying goose.
No serious damage was done, other than the fact that the poor bird was dead, and the car/jet hybrid had crashed into a stop sign, but knowing Tracks, even little damage is enough to make the autobot throw a hissy fit.
Unfortunately, their resident medic also had a tendency to throw a hissy fit, but for completely different reasons.
"You're scratching my paint job!" Came the high pitched whine.
"Suck it up." Ratchet snarled, obviously not in the mood to deal with such things.
"But"
"Shut UP!"
"But"
"Tracks, it's just a scratch." Trailbreaker pointed out, a small smile tugging at the left corner of his black lips.
"It's NOT just a scratch, it ruined" Tracks started once more.
"SHUT UP, before I personally rip your vocaliser out and shove it down your own exhaust pipe!" Ratchet finished his threat in a venomous hiss.
Tracks of course opened his mouth to say something.
Then coughed. And continued coughing for while, a few seconds later white soft, fluffy feathers flew out of his mouth.
"… You know… Birds kind of remind of Ramjet now… Look away for one minute and he comes crashing head first into yah…" Trailbreaker trailed off, grinning.
Ratchet snorted, and shook his head, while Tracks managed to give him an annoyed look still coughing up white feathers.
"Well at least it wasn't REALLY Ramjet." The black mech chuckled.
"It's… official… I now… hate… everything… in the… air!" Tracks managed between coughs.
"Does that include yourself?" Ratchet suddenly asked giving his patient a partially amused look. Trailbreaker made a strange choking sound, and collapsed on his table in a fit of laughter. Tracks gave the medic a glare, and opened his mouth to answer but instead coughed up more feathers.
