A/N: I'm going to keep plugging away on these until they are all done. After all, Halloween is a state of mind, right?
Trailbreaker paused outside the Medbay and pulled a deep breath of air through his intakes, girding his loins, so to speak, before entering the sanctum of their CMO, Ratchet. He peeked through the door and froze. Ratchet was there, all right but he was soundly recharging on one of the repair berths, one arm thrown over his optics, the other hanging loosely over the side.
Relieved that he wouldn't have to speak to the crotchety mech but also unhappy to see him so tired, Trailbreaker stepped away from the doors and glanced up and down the corridor thoughtfully. His optics fell on Brawn as the minibot tromped down the corridor for reasons known only to him.
Trailbreaker ran after the mech. "Brawn, wait up."
Brawn turned slowly and looked up at the big black mech. "What?" he said gruffly.
"I need a favor. Nothing bad, I promise. I just need you to help carry something."
"Nothing bad? I won't get into trouble for this? Because I really don't want to spend the next three days scrubbing the lounge with a human toothbrush." He made a face that let Trailbreaker know that this was the worst thing he could possible imagine.
Trailbreaker chuckled. "No, it's perfectly safe. Just come with me."
What Trailbreaker didn't mention was that there was going to be a bit of breaking and entering and sneaking around behind a certain pair of twins' back.
For some reason, Brawn didn't protest any of these activities. In fact, once he got into the swing of things, he actually enjoyed himself and the plan was soon completed.
Several hours later, Ratchet unshuttered his optics. He looked up at the medbay ceiling, surprised to find himself on a repair berth. He vaguely remembered lying down for a bit of a rest but his internal chronometer told him he'd been out for hours. He sighed. At least nobody had missed him.
Sitting up, he realized he was trapped. Instead of cursing angrily, he smiled and reached for the first "brick" of his barricade. It would be very pleasant indeed, escaping from this prison. He took a sip of enegon and toasted the miscreants who'd left such a fine treat.