Chapter 2
"Hey Ratch, how've ya been?" Wheeljack patted him on the back.
"I'm fine." Rachet mumbled," and stop calling me Ratch. It's RatchET."
Wheeljack rolled his optics. "Ok, Doc."
Ratchet sighed. It's been a whole orbital cycle since they left Cybertron behind. There was a huge war between the Autobots and Decepticons. Many had died during the slaughter fight, and others gravelly wounded. Ratchet tried to save them, but his powers were limited for there was always an enemy out to stop him while treating his falled comrades. Optimus Prime was fatally wounded but had successfully healed through enough medical science. The others now depended on the old medic bot for their healthy check-ups as he was the only one with enough medical skills pertaining the knowledge of battle wounds, since he was created at the time of the war.
"Ratchet? you ok?" Optimus asked, his blue optics flashing confusion." You look depressed."
Raf was next to Optimus, the little 12- year old boy, pushing his glasses up, was staring at Ratchet with a concerned look on his face.
" I am fine!" he said again, " I am busy working, as you can see."
Optimus blinked once then turned, noving over to talk to Bumblebee and Arcee.
"Is it about the 'Cons?" Raf titled his head to his side.
"No." Ratchet narrowed his optics. " Are they bothering you?"
Raf looked at his feet. "Not really. It's just they haven't done anything. not that I want them to. It's just... quiet." he finished with a blushy, embarassed face. Ratchet grunted.
"We will have to step up our guard. They might be planning something as we speak." Raf's eyes filled with worry after hearing the Medic say this, and he raced off. Ratchet didn't get the emotions of humans but they were interesting to watch. He turned back towards his computer, fixing small errors and working on medical reports. He was just about to work on the ground bridge when obnoxious voices rang in his helm.
"Bulkhead, blast taht Arrowsmith song again!" Wheeljack said excitedly.
"Yeah! Please? We'll get to rock!" Miko exclaimed.
"Ok, fine. Only because you two are my best buddies." Bulkhead turned the radio on full blast.
"Yeah!"
"Rockin!"
"Wow, Jackie! This is fun!"
Very loud music filled Ratchet's audios, messing up his work. Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, Jack, and Raf all cringed and turned towards the three rockers.
"Will you please turn that down?" Arcee yelled over the blasting tunes.
"Sorry!" Wheeljack sneered. " Can't hear you!"
Optimus sighed. He grabbed the radio and turned it off. " That is enough, Wheeljack. Bulkhead and Miko, you both know that i told you not to listen to your that loud music in here. You two knew better and should have told Wheeljack that too."
The two bots and Miko looked down at their pedes and feet guiltily.
"Sorry, Prime." Wheeljack murmured. The others said their apologies as well.
" I forgot to tell ya, Jackie. I was havin to much fun." Bulkhead explained, turning to Wheeljack.
"S'ok." Jackie, Wheeljack's nickname, shrugged. " No worries."
Miko didn't look crestfallen at all " Yeah! No worries. We'll just have fun over... there!" She pointed over to where Ratchet's workspace was, the medic looking as if she had suggested to go throw a bucket of oil on Megatron.
" YOU WILL NOT!" he said, his voice full of aggression. " Not over here. I will not risk my supplies to be destroyed with your ANNOYING rock music." he spat the word annoying.
"Aww!" Miko complained. " Can you at least play with us?"
"ABSOLUTLY NOT!" Now, Ratchet looked as if she had invited him to go right up to the 'Con's faces and insult them. " I have more important things to do, then play with organic kids."
Miko and Jack gaped at him and looked across the room at Raf, who was busy playing a video game with Bumblebee.
" Thank Primus, Raf didn't hear that." Arcee sighed, feeling sorry for the boy who trusted Ratchet.
" Hear what?" The young boy swiveled his head around to look at all the different faces staring at him.
" N-nothing important..." Bulkhead stammered sadly.
"Indeed." Optimus gave Ratchet a serious look and whispered, " We are on their planet. Show some respect." Ratchet blinked, turning towards Raf. He took a step forward, thought twice, and instead went back to work without a single sound, turning his back on Optimus. Raf looked confused as he went back to playing his game. Bumblebee scooted closer to him, making a sound close to a purr. Wheeljack barged past Ratchet, almost knocking the doctor off his pedes. " Way to hurt feelings. I thought you were supposed to be healing them." He snorted, swaggering past. Everyone heard the comment it seems, because they all turned to glance at Ratchet.
" It is there something bothering you?" Optimus's optics narrowed. "Is it the Decepticons?"
Ratchet swung his blue-green gaze at him and frowned. " Well, what do you know? I was asking the same thing to Raf, if you didn't mind" he snapped. Optimus looked rather taken aback, but he just narrowed his optics and sighed softly. Ratchet sighed shakily.
"I'm supposed to make others feel better not worst," He growled. He stared at the computer screen, his optics dulling slowly.