Here comes chapter 3! Hehe… Savannah gets to know Ratchet a little better in this one. XD
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Ratchet was working peacefully in his med-bay (for once) when his sensors alerted him to the arrival of a human. The medic paused in his work and turned to face the black-haired violet eyed woman whom also served as the liaison to the Autobots.
"Can I help you?" He asked with a huff, better to not let her think he liked her.
"I just had a few questions and couldn't get ahold of you on the phone." Savannah smiled up at him.
Ratchet paused and sighed. "That is because I did not realize that it was you trying to contact me."
"I thought as much." Savannah sighed. "Anyway, I had a few questions about the terms you used in your report."
"Go ahead and ask them." Ratchet stated as he turned to continue counting and sorting the supplies that had just arrived.
Savannah rolled her eyes at the gruff manner that the mech had, but climbed up onto the counter using a ladder that had been attached to the side of it anyway.
"Okay…" She said as she pulled her tablet out of her bag. "It says in this report that you have two mechs that are being treated, one is in an incubation chamber and the other is in… protective stasis."
"Yes, the mech known as Jazz is in protective stasis, meaning that he is in a deep medical recharge." Ratchet stated.
"What does that mean in human terms?" Savannah asked quickly, cutting Ratchet off.
The medic froze and started down at her in slight confusion, before realization dawned on his faceplates.
"A protective stasis could be compared to what you would call an induced coma. Meaning that he is in a very deep healing… sleep so to speak." Ratchet paused when he noticed how Savannah pulled up another screen on her tablet and typed the term that he had used in one column, and then the translation in another. "If I may?"
Savannah looked up at him in surprise and then realized that Ratchet was asking permission to connect with her tablet wirelessly.
"Sure, go ahead." And she held the device up towards him.
Her eyes widened in slight fascination as Ratchet created a file that held the terms he would use in his reports, and then smiled when he also created a small dictionary-like file that held several terms of non-medical origin that he and others would use in their reports as well.
"I will speak to Perceptor about determining a way to give your device more storage space so that you can continue to save your work to it, but I do not think it will hold much more information at this time." Ratchet sighed.
"I have another tablet that I can do my work on." Savannah nodded in appreciation. "This will help me quite a bit, thank you Ratchet."
With those last few words, she climbed back off of the counter and was out of the door. Ratchet watched her go and then remembered that he needed some more magnets. He stepped out of the med bay just in time to watch as she gracefully avoided a mech-sized water balloon filled with neon green glowing paint, and for it to ungracefully hit him in the ankles. Everything in the hallway froze, and not a sound was heard except for the dripping of paint off his armor and the shaking of the mechs now caught in his glare. Savannah's eyebrow raised when she recognized Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe as the perpetrators.
"You three—"
"In my office now." Savannah stated with so much authority in her voice that even Ratchet fell silent, if only to see what she was going to do next. "I know that the balloon was aimed for me, so I will deal with this. Sorry Ratchet, you'll get your turn later."
Ratchet opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it when she shot him a look that all but told him that he better keep quiet at that moment or face her wrath.
"This is the third prank I have avoided by the two of you, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and I am disappointed in you, Bumblebee. I thought you had better sense than to be dragged into their pranks." The liaison stated firmly as she walked over to them. "Bumblebee, will you please take me to my office. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, you will follow him or I will call Prowl to make sure you show up there."
The three mechs looked chastised as Bumblebee picked her up and then walked down the hallway with her in his hand and the twins following the yellow scout.
Ratchet was actually rather impressed; the other liaisons had reacted rather violently to the twins and their pranks. As a matter of fact… the pranks had been the entire reason as to why the other female liaison had left.
She hadn't been able to get them to stop leaving snakes, bugs… even a rather large (though nonpoisonous) spider in her office at random points.
/Prime, be sure to look out your office door in a few seconds for a sight you will never forget./
/What are you…/
Ratchet smirked when his leader trailed off. The Prime was no doubt staring in bemused surprise as the small parade of mechs walked by his office door, which was almost always open.
/What did she mean when she said 'third prank today'?/
/You'll have to ask her, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the neon green paint that is now covering my ankles and feet./
Optimus sighed in response over the comm. link. /I suppose I need to speak with them./
/No, I think our new liaison is going to take care of that right now, if her tone while they were leaving has anything to do with what she has in mind./ Ratchet chuckled back.
Optimus was silent. /Very well, I'm sure she will inform us of the punishment she chooses./
/My thoughts exactly, I just wanted you to see the humiliation that they are under right now./
/You are a very cruel mech sometimes Ratchet./
Ratchet only laughed and cut the conversation. And then was struck by an idea that he immediately commed over to Perceptor and Wheeljack. Who responded with a 'we'll get on it right away!'
Twenty minutes later all of the other mechs and several of the humans on base received an e-mail message that had them all laughing.
Attention all personnel,
As of 12:45 pm today Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are to clean every corner of the base. In addition to this Sunstreaker is not allowed to receive any waxings or touch-ups for two months and Sideswipe is no longer allowed to have racing tires, until I say otherwise.
Bumblebee is on double shifts for the next month; this has already been discussed with and approved by Prowl.
If there is anybody else that would like to join them, simply ask them what it was that they did to receive their punishments.
Sincerely,
Savannah Price
Autobot Liaison
/Prime, we are keeping this liaison…/ Ratchet stated quickly over the comm. link after he got done laughing at the simplicity, yet effectiveness of the message.
/You and Prowl have already made that clear, Ratchet./ Optimus sounded as if he was also severely amused by the message, only he probably hadn't fallen into the same fits of intense laughter that Ratchet had.
/I know… I was just saying it again. She stays./ Ratchet paused in the comm. conversation as he realized something. /She's starting to grow on me./
/You are not the only one she is beginning to 'grow' on Ratchet./ Optimus chuckled.
/Don't tell the others./ Ratchet grumped, and then ended the conversation quickly.
Optimus only shook his head with a smile; Savannah was possibly the liaison that they had been waiting for.
Yep, Primus had to be laughing at them.
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There we go! And she took care of the twin's pranking her too!
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Re-posted: 7-11-13