Music

Skyblazer/Ratchet

(Story: unpublished story (still in process of writing))

Ratchet walked back to the medbay after the morning briefing, what both annoyed and worried him was that Jazz had been smiling at him throughout it. Now it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the Porsche to smile a lot but it was a knowing smile. The saboteur knew something, something that involved him. "He slagging well not be…" he stopped in his muttering upon entering the medbay and what greeted his optics. Skyblazer, the light orange Honda CR-Z femme medic in training, was…dancing? Well not dancing exactly, her hips were moving side to side in a rhythmical motion and her doorwings gave little flutters in time to an unheard beat. "Skyblazer?" he finally asked forcing his optics away from those moving hips. He got no response, how was it the femme hadn't heard him? She turned sideways and he saw that she held a datapad, as she walked across the room he heard musical mutterings as if she was trying to sing along to a song but didn't quite know the words yet.

"Skyblazer." He called out again still no got no response. He was about to go over to her when she suddenly spun on the spot, her body now completely in tune with the unheard music.

Try as he might Ratchet could do nothing but watch as the femme unknowingly danced in front of him

The song stopped and Skyblazer smiled, she would have to thanks Jazz for the music when she saw him it certainly helped the time go by in an empty medbay. Ratchet would be back from the briefing soon and she was glad he hadn't seen her dancing, that would have been embarrassing. The music was so catching she couldn't help but get caught up in it. She headed towards the medbay office only half registering the medic at the doors. "Hey Ratchet." She greeted causally. It wasn't until she was near the office door that she realised what she had just said. She turned sharply to the mech both shock and horror on her face. "Ratchet! W-what…how long have you been standing there?" she asked now extremely embarrassed. The only reply she got was his staring, his optics looking over her body.

"R-Ratchet, is everything okay?"

The ambulance gave a small soft smile, "fine Skyblazer." He finally said.

"Are you sure? Would you like…never mind." The CR-Z was going to ask if he wanted her to give his systems a quick check but if he had just seen her dancing, which was a distinct possibly considering his actions, then he'd most probably take the innocent suggestion the wrong way.

"What were you listening to?" Ratchet finally asked. He saw her blush and turn her back on him embarrassed that he had seen the whole thing.

"Just some music Jazz gave me." She replied.

That would explain the smile he was giving me, Fragger. Ratchet thought slightly amused, though he wasn't sure if he wanted to thank the mech or smack him over the head. He shrugged, he'd see how he felt the next time he saw the saboteur and continued over to his office. As he walked around the femme he said quietly, "the next time you decide to dance make sure no-one else is here, as I'm not going to sharing that with anybody."

The gasped then chuckled as she walked in the office after the ambulance. "Just don't tell Stormchaser. She hates it that I can dance better than her." She joked.

(End)