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I was kindda leaning towards Ratchet/Twins and then I saw that everyone was for Ratchet/Ironhide.... I feel betrayed! T.T HAHAHA Just kidding, the poll is up until I say so so keep voting!

OMG I went to the supermarket the other day and I found that they were selling the G1 Trasformers!! O.O I bought Red Alert and Barricade YEY (Thats all they had T.T) I can't enjoy it with others because... none of my friends have a clue about transformers!! It was so frustrating going to the see the movie with ppl who don't know a thing about the characters! I couldn't have my breakdown when Soundwave or Sideswipe appeared T.T

I changed a lot of things, Hook isn't going to be the assistant any more, I added a character. There is a lot more detail about everything. Enjoy!!

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Edit: 20/11/09


astrosecond: Cybertronian .498 Earth seconds

breem: Cybertronian 8.3 Earth minutes

cycle: Cybertronian Earth hour

megacycle: 12 Earth hour

klick: Cybertronian: Cybertronian Earth minute

nano-klick: Cybertronian Earth second

jour: Cybertronian Earth day

orn: Cybertronian 13 Earth days

vorn: Cybertronian 83 Earth years

solar cycle: Cybertronian Earth years


Ratchet stared at the immense building before him in awe. It wasn't as grand as any of the architecture he had witnessed during his time in the Upper Levels, but maybe that was because this particular building, along side every other establishment in the lower city, hadn't gone through any maintenance in over what? A few billions of years?

At least ten stories high and wider then he could see. The typical deep blue purplish color with many faded sections, rust signs everywhere, around the windows, in every crevice and on every corner. He doubted it was any better on the inside. Some metallic panels were missing in certain places, some of which appeared to have been removed after a series of missiles had made impact. Ratchet remember that this edifice had been used as a shelter, and once as a command center during the many civil wars that had occurred in the past. Obviously, nobot had bothered with fixing it. This was the only educational faculty existing in the Lower Levels of Iacon.

It was amazing that it could have survived this long. Thankfully, after the pact made by the Great Wise-Bots after the most gruesome war, the construction had served to educate the younglings into what would eventually be, the future of Cybertron.

"If they ever get the chance to prove themselves." Thought grimly the medic.

Finally getting out if his stupor, the med bot made his way up the small steps that led to the main entrance full of confidence. Once inside, he took another moment to gaze at the state the building was in.

It truly looked ancient. Build in a way similar to what humans would define as the Coliseum. In the middle was what would be the arena, full of tables and chairs. This was with no doubt the cafeteria. Ratchet didn't even want to imagine what lunch time would be like. Right now there was silence since it was too early for many bots to be in yet. A few bots were present but the noise they made was almost a whisper as it was lost in the immensity of the gigantic room that could easily hold more then a few thousand bots. On the far wall was the self serve area full of trays. Every floor circled the 'ring' and large pillars surrounding the whole area served as support for the floors. Four steps surrounded the 'arena' making the cafeteria be on a different level then the 'lobby'. The medic could make out lockers on the walls on every floor, and could see the beginning of separate halls every four pillars which probably led to the class rooms and other small 'chambers'.

A very nice piece of art. Looking to the side, the medic saw a small hallway with a sign above it which read 'Private Offices'. Thats where he had to go. Making his way through the short hall, he came into a larger chamber that was obviously the waiting room filled with comfortable sofas and a few data pads for those who had to wait a long time. In the middle of the far wall was a door that was probably the directors office. In a corner, there was an energon converter and in the other corner was a large yet simple desk. A femme bot was furiously typing not having noticed his arrival.

"Excuse me." The femme jumped startled by the sudden greeting.

"Oh, I didn't notice I had company. Yes, how may I help you hun?" She asked sweetly.

"Hun? Do I really look that young?" Thought the medic amused.

"I'm here to see Ultra Magnus, he hired me a few jours ago for the CMO post. I hear the old one ran away." The last was said with a tone that demanded some sort of explanation. Unfortunately, the femme bot was too busy shocked into silence.

"You're the new med bot? Bu- But you're so young!" She blurted out.

"I get that a lot. I assure you I am very capable of caring for the injured. Besides, I'm not the only young professional in here." He finished with a smirk.

"Oh you mean the engineer professor? Wheeljack was it?"

"Yes, he's a very good friend of mine. It's thanks to him I've got this job."

Wheeljack and him had been friends ever since they were sparklings, their creators living very close together. During that time it wasn't uncommon for families to join together so as to be able to protect their young and each other better. Unfortunately, it was also during that time, that the worse pandemic virus in the history of Cybertron had struck. And it was one of the few times that the Upper Levels and Lower Levels had united to stop this menace. This meant that all the sick bots had to be sent to Medical Facilities in Iacon. Half the population of the underground city was lost, most of them being creators leaving thousands of orphans behind.

Ratchet and Wheeljack had gone with their respective creators never leaving their side. Both became orphans. The cure hadn't been found in time. What happened next was something Ratchet didn't want to think about. But it had changed both their lifes.

"You're Ratchet right?" The medic was torn out of his dark memories when the femme spoke to him again.

"Yes I am."

"It's an honor to have such famous bots work in this school." She said shyly.

Ratchet didn't say anything. He hated his 'fame'. Sure, all of Cybertron owed him their lives. But still, he hated being reminded of his biggest failure. He tried to change the subject.

"Would you mind telling Ultra Magnus that I'm here? He's supposed to show me my med bay."

"Oh yes of course. Please..." She stood up and waved towards one of the sofas. "Take a seat, he'll be with you in a nano-klick." She finished sitting back down.

The medic complied making himself comfortable. This was his new start. After he and Wheeljack had graduated from their respective universities with honors and as the youngest bots ever, both had been offered jobs with an exaggerated salary and luxurious accommodations. But they had different plans.

All of Iacon was horrified when they announced that they would return to their home city. That meant they would return to the Lower Levels. Many complained, many tried to make them stay, saying that they would waist their talents on bots that didn't deserve it or that were out of their reach. In the end, they managed to leave. To get into the lower city had taken almost a solar cycle, with all the paperwork and other useless documents they had to go through.

And then, they stepped into the world they had almost forgotten. It had shocked them how things were down here. They had forgotten the viciousness of the violence, the deception, the darkness, the indifference, the hatred. After a few orns, they had adapted and were once again, true citizens of the hellish city.

Their next step had been to get a job. Ratchet had always wanted to work in the only clinic they had. He talked for jours with the CMO, a skilled medic named Fixit who had taught him many things as a youngling. Fixit had been very happy to see him again, and accepted him immediately.

Wheeljack had always wanted to teach, so instead of joining a group of engineers and architects that he admired called the Constructicons, he got a job at the educational faculty. Ratchet had been confused as to why he hadn't joined the others. Scrapper, the head of the Constructicons remembered their creators and had personally invited Wheeljack to join them. But his friend had only said cheerfully, his fins flashing in amusement : "They don't need me, Scrapper is a very good engineer, if he ever needs me, he knows where to look. But you know I love to teach, and I bet the school doesn't have a decent teacher on this area."

After a few jours, Wheeljack had told him about the condition the younglings were in. He had been shocked about how many were near deactivation and how nobot cared.

"The medic they have is incompetent and his assistant is horrible! I once accompanied a youngling to the med bay because he was afraid of them! And with reason! The medic didn't even turn off his pain receptors!" He had told him indignantly.

The engineer had pleaded for him to become CMO of the school. "You have no idea how damaged some are, but they wont go to the med bay because they are scared at the ones that are supposed to help them. It's spark breaking."

Ratchet had talked about it with Fixit. The clinic had some fine med bots. Sure some just did their job without feelings, but they never made their patients scared of them. Fixit had told him with a sad tone that it was true, the younglings didn't get the care they needed and when they did, it wasn't in the painless trustful way that they deserved.

"Why haven't any of the med bots here gone there then?" He had asked.

"I have sent three of them in the last vorn, but they all quit quickly. Apparently, many younglings don't like us and try to get rid of the med bot in charge with pranks and sometimes hurting them. Then, some wanna-be medic gets the post and things go downhill again. It would do them much good to have a strong sparked medic who actually cares about them. If you decide to take the post you have to remember that they are young and frightened and will try to make you leave." Fixit had warned him.

The distress of his friend and the hope in the optics of his mentor had made him want to take the job. Wheeljack had talked with Ultra Magnus about it and the desperate director had been very pleased. Today would be his first jour working with the younglings. Ratchet only hopped he could help.

A hiss made by a door opening made him look up. A tall blue mech walked out of the private office and towards him.

"Ultra Magnus sir, a pleasure to meet you." Ratchet said standing up extending his hand.

"Likewise Ratchet. I was very pleased when Wheeljack came to me to tell me how you would like to help the young ones. I must say, I was starting to loose hope." Responded the other shaking the medics hand. His tone was deep and seemed to carry a lot of sadness. An awkward silence followed.

"Sir?"

"Pardon me, I knew you would be young but I never imagined this young."

"I am not really THAT young, there are probably older mechs in here then me." The medic said slightly embarrassed.

"Yes that is true." Magnus chuckled. "You are the second youngest professional here. The first one being Wheeljack. It came as a surprise when he presented himself in this office looking for a job. At first I thought it was a prank of some sort. But then he told me his name. I hired him immediately."

"I don't see why that matters." Ratchet said, trying to sound oblivious.

"Don't be so humble. Wheeljack's name is very famous. As is yours." Ultra Magnus finished with a smile causing Ratchet to look rather nervous.

"I was surprised when all those vorns ago, when that terrifying virus hit most of the population and many sparks faded, that suddenly, someone found the cure. Rumor has it, that the mech was just a sparkling."

Ratchet kept silence. Here it was again, mechs being impressed by what he had managed. He hated it.

"The rumors also said that the sparkling's name, was Ratchet." He finished stopping for a moment to look at the young medic.

"It wasn't as fantastic and glorious as you made it sound. Wheeljack helped me a lot. Thats why we were sent to study at the universities. But I would have preferred to stay here in all honesty."

"Maybe. But thanks to being able to stay up there, you have a lot of knowledge that can do much good here."

"Speaking of which..." Started Ratchet trying to change the subject.

"Yes, please come in, we have much to discuss before I show you your med bay." Ultra Mugnus made a gesture that clearly was inviting the medic to enter his office.

Once inside, the director sat at his desk and Ratchet in one of the two chairs on front of it. They spent the next cycle talking about the current situation and how the younglings behaved. Ultra Magnus gave the medic a data pad that contained a complete profile on every bot in the school. Finally, Magnus stood up and proceeded to take Ratchet to the med bay.

Out side the office, the medic could hear the boisterous sounds coming from what he had dubbed as the 'arena'.

"Mirage? What are you doing here?" A blue and white mech was talking to the femme bot, he turned to look at the director and was about to reply when his optics landed on the red cross on Ratchet's shoulder plates.

"Mirage?"

"Oh, sorry sir... ahh, it's nothing I can come back later. Umm, bye bye." With that he was gone, trying not to look like he was running.

Ultra Magnus sighed. "He probably went to spread the news that there's a new med bot." He said looking at Ratchet apologetic.

"Well, it's pretty obvious anyway. I'm aware that one of the hobbies here is 'who can prank the medic'. I just hope I get used to that."

"Yes well, I apologize beforehand about any thing that can happen. I pray you can put the trouble makers in their place." The blue mech said walking towards the hall and into the 'arena'.

Ratchet smirked to himself. Nobot knew it yet, but he had the reputation of being able to put ANYBOT in their place. He still had his experience from living in the hellish city, and going against the mechs on the upper levels who didn't leave him or Wheeljack alone because they were, 'lower scum'. All this had given him a very very hard personality. He wasn't a bot who was easily broken. A part of him was thriving to take this new challenge head on. Not that he would tell anybot.

When they came into the gigantic room, the medic was amazed at how many bots there were. Almost all the tables were full with younglings talking, shouting, laughing, singing... it reminded Ratchet of a pub full of over-energized bots. Walking towards the four steps that surrounded the whole 'arena', he looked up and saw that every floor had bots, again talking or running. It was in one word: chaos.

"This way please." Magnus said walking towards the far side where a huge hall began. The director choose to walk through the path that surrounded the cafeteria, it wasn't open like the circle in the middle. The ceiling was part of the first floor. Ratchet guessed Magnus had chosen going around the younglings and not through them (which would have been shorter), so he wouldn't have to suffer being stared at. Not that nobot saw them. The path was also full of other bots who did in fact stare and start to whisper Primus knows what to their companions.

Ratchet was amazed by the state some were in. Wheeljack hadn't been kidding when he had told him that they were 'near deactivation'. Running a scan on some he passed, he frowned at the results, many were running on less then 40% of power, some had cut wirings and others needed to replace certain parts.

"Well, at least I wont get bored." He thought.

When they had walked half of the circle, they went into one of the main hallways. It was very wide and long and was packed with bots. There were lockers along both sides. Two small signs in the middle showed the waste rooms, one for mechs, the other for femmes.

"Please excuse me while I do some damage control on the way." Ultra Magnus said with an amused tone.

Ratchet raised an optic ridge and was about to ask what the older mech meant when he was cut off by his sudden shout.

"I see you running away from me Swindle!" He said pointing to a purple and gold mech who had been in process of opening his locker but did in fact run when he saw the director coming his way. In an astro-klick he was lost in the midst of the chaos.

"Hmmmm, I'm going to have to do a locker check again." The older mech murmured to himself.

The medic looked questioningly at the other. They had stopped walking and were getting curious stares.

"That mech is a thorn in my side. I imagine his designation can give you a clue as to what his hobby is. It would horrify you if you saw the things he stores in his locker. He loves to traffic illegal stuff like high quality energon or, dare I say weapons. Where he gets it, I have no idea. What's worse, he has his own traswarp frequency to his own storage dimension." Ultra Magnus said turning to face the medic. "As you know, the lower levels are worse then ever, the young mechs and femmes are constantly getting into gang fights. The board and I know this but unfortunately we have no evidence to pin on some of the students we know are involved."

"Oh yeah, I heard about that. Some punks going by the name of Decepticons or something like that. I wouldn't worry though, this gangs don't last long"

Magnus nodded and was about to resume walking when all of a sudden somebot ran past them at an impressive speed.

"Blurr! How many times do I have to tell you not to run in the hallways!?" Ultra Magnus yelled at a light blue mech.

"'I'MSOSORRYSAIRITWON'THAPPENAGAINSIRIPROMISE!" The mech talked unbelievingly fast. The medic wondered if that was the way the young mech was programmed or if he had a glitch.

"Just, be careful and don't do it again. If I catch you one more time, you'll be in detention for the rest of the solar cycle!"

"YESSIRDON'TYOUWORRYSIR!" And with that, he was gone, lost in the enormous crowd of younglings trying to go undetected by the sharp eyes of their director.

The older bot sighed as they continued walking through the crowd.

"This school has every kind of bot who have committed several crimes. From stealing to hacking into the schools computers and that mech before. There are of course, as I informed you before, gang fights. We have lost many bots dur-Soundwave! I don't care if you have the highest grades and are an exemplary student! If I see that bird one more time, I'll turn him into energon goodies!"

A dark blue mech with an orange visor was walking towards them with a robo-bird perched on his shoulder. Ratchet noticed he was still in his third frame yet looked ready to obtain his last frame. There was a cold and indifferent expression on his faceplates and one couldn't know if he was annoyed or not for being yelled at. He stopped walking for an astrosecond staring at both of them but then the bird transformed into a cassette and went into a compartment in the mechs chassis, before he resumed his walking.

"Brawn! My office now You know why!" Ultra Magnus pointed at a yellow and gray mini-bot who was talking with two other mechs. Said mech groaned and stared walking towards the mentioned place murmuring some curses.

Ratchet couldn't help but feel amused by the whole situation. They kept walking while the older mech scolded the younglings. The medic was far from nervous or uncomfortable by all the stares. But he couldn't help but catch some of the conversations going around him and he didn't like what he heard.

"Thats the new med bot? But he's still in his third frame!"

"I bet he doesn't even know a thing, we're so screwed."

"Think he's like the last one? I hope not..."

"Mendless ain't gonna be happy..."

"Hey, I'm opening a pool, bet he won't last 10 jours..."

"Hmm, Lockdown could probably get a good price for his med tools..."

"Ohooo Sunny and Sides are gonna have so much fun!"

Now let's make it clear that Ratchet simply does not get scared. Specially by, who were in his mind, immature sparklings. But if there were going to be bots messing with his tools... now that was a big no no. That last sentence caught him by surprise.

"Sunny and Sides... gonna have to keep a look out for those two." He thought making a mental note to check the data pad Magnus had given him for any information regarding those two as well as this... Lockdown character.

His thoughts were interrupted as they reached the end of the main hallway and Ultra Magnus turned and glared at everyone.

"Alright 'bots! There's a few breems before class starts and right now you have somewhere to be and it is not in my hallways! So get moving!" He yelled so every bot heard him. And by Primus did they hear him. The mech could yell alright.

At the end of the hall, there where two other halls to the side and there was a double door leading out into the courtyard. Magnus took the right hall that was almost empty and they kept on walking. There where no classrooms at all. At the very end, there was another door leading to a different building. This was the med bay. Ratchet was amazed by the size of the exterior, though it was much smaller then the main edifice. Quickly Ultra Magnus pressed the code and the door opened with a strained hiss.

Again the white and red mech was impressed. Inside there were at least ten medical berths, two separate rooms that served as private offices and a lot of medical tools and gadgets. In spite of all this, the med bay has a similar state to the main building. There were rust stains on many corners and some of the equipment looked in sheer need of an upgrade. But Ratchet didn't expect anything more. He was content with his working space.

"I must warn you Ratchet. You will have an assistant but, he isn't exactly compassionate. I hired him because we needed somebot who could at least repair exterior damage, but he is in no way a medic. I hope you can handle him." The director whispered.

Ratchet frowned at that. "Must be the mech Wheeljack told me about." As if on cue, a dark purple and black mech emerged from one of the offices.

"Ah, Ultra Magnus sir, I have been expecting you." He said, voice deep. He was taller then Ratchet and bulkier. His armor had many tools specialized for repairing.

"Mendless, this is the new CMO. Designation: Ratchet. I hope you will follow his every command."

"I don't see why you keep employing more scum. Especially scum from the Upper Levels. I can repair those pit-slagging younglings by myself." Mendless said with a sneer, glaring at the medic.

The CMO didn't even flinch which actually surprised the other. In fact, he glared back!

"I really hope you aren't referring to me. I may not look like much, but at least I'll treat the younglings how they deserve. I hear they're scared of the med bay. How by Primus, can they fear that which is supposed to help them? I'll tell you right now, if you ever so much as look at one of my future patient the wrong way I will weld your aft to the ceiling." The medic responded in a clam yet menacing tone.

Mindless didn't respond. He wasn't used to other bots brushing off his threats, and he was never threatened before either. He didn't know what to do. The other med bots had been frightened at the very sigh of him. Yet this one had treated him like... like a sparkling!

Ultra Magnus couldn't help but smirk. "Finally somebot that will stand up against injustice."

"Well, I will leave the two of you to get to know each other. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a courtyard full of younglings that need to be... guided to their classrooms." The door opened and the bots were surprised to see two other mechs that had been getting ready to press the intercom.

"Good morning Bumblebee, Ironhide." Magnus nodded at the two, confused as to why they were together. There was an enourmous gap of age between the two and both belonged to different spheres. He quickly dismissed it anyway. "It would be good for Bumblebee to have a friend." He mused. "Come on in lads, there's a new med bot, one that I can assure you is very good and kind."

With that he started to leave. Before he was out the door however Ratchet spoke up again.

"Sir? One last thing."

Ultra Maguns stopped to look at the medic.

"Why is it that the other med bots left in such a hurry?"

The two mechs looked at the other, both with amused smiles on their faceplates. The director sighed dramatically before he answered.

"Two words: twin demons."


YEY FINISHED!! The ending was the same because I loved it! XD Also, I'm gonna do a special chappy based only on the meeting between Ratchet, Ironhide and little Bee. But thats gonna be later. Guess who comes next!!!