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I rolled over groggily and looked at my current alarm clock, my cellphone. It was time to get up, 7am...time to eat and go. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes while stretching before I slid out of the bed and half-hazardly made my bed…ok, I really just threw the blankets out in a somewhat straight manner. I walked over and pulled a pair of dark blue cargo pants out and slipped them on and grabbed a short t-shirt that that was baby blue and read "People like you are the reason people like me need medication". Yeah, prefect for Day 1 working. I walked out and went over to the Med Bay and saw Ratchet looking over some huge data pads, well, I guess they were normal for him.

"Hey Ratch, how did you sleep?" I said.

He turned towards me, "We go into recharge, and quite well. Thank you. How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock….or something else inanimate. Anyway, I came by early because I am hungry and no one pointed out where the mess hall was…so do you think you could show me?" I asked leaning against the base of his desk, man did it feel like an Alice in Wonderland trip here.

"Oh course, I could use some stuff as well. Our mess hall works for both races so it's quite nice." Ratchet said and set the huge pad down and dropped his hand to the ground for me to ride on. I hopped up and he lifted his hand and began walking.

"You know, I could get used to the free rides…course I would also gain weight." I said smiling.

He laughed, "You will get plenty of work around here. Nice shirt, the twins make me feel that way often." Ratchet said as he walked, I held on to one of his fingers to avoid falling off.

"Yeah, well, I thought it was appropriate." I said as he entered the mess hall. He set me down and I walked over to the food that was set up for the mass morning meal. Someone mentioned that the rest of the time the food supplies were in the fridge. Good news, I would never have to buy the food.

Ratchet walked over to grab some type of Energon, what they call their food/drink. This one was supposedly made from fuels on earth. Anyway…..I walked over to the table and grabbed some pancakes and sausage with syrup. I walked over and looked into the cupboards of the attached kitchen and found chocolate syrup. Excellent. Happy with my food I walked to the table and sat down by Lennox and a man he quickly introduced as Epps.

"Good morning!" I said cheerily pouring chocolate on my pancakes. They both looked at me weird…what? Chocolate is awesome.

"Good morning…..like chocolate?" Lennox asked with a smile.

"How did you guess? By the excessive chocolate or by the excessive chocolate?" I said smiling as I put the normal syrup on my pancakes.

They both laughed and ate their breakfast. "So are you ready to work alongside Ratchet the Hatchet?" Epps asked.

"The Hatchet?" I asked. How many names did the guy have? I think he should have just been named Wrenches…for some reason no one agrees. Oh well, their problem.

"Well, he tends to throw things….like a hatchet." Lennox said looking over to where Ratchet was drinking from a make-shift cup and talking to Ironhide, what a medic had to talk about to a weapons specialist, I don't know. Whatever it was, was causing them to laugh softly.

"So he likes to throw things….good to know. As long as I am not on the receiving end I am fine." I said and ate my food. "This is soooooo good!" I said as chocolate dripped down my chin. I can never seem to eat syrup things without making a mess…oh well, it tasted good.

They both laughed, "Pretty good for military food huh?" I nodded as I swallowed my food.

"I was expecting bland stuff for the masses, this is awesome!" I said enthusiastically…or maybe it was all the sugar going straight to my brain. I can be calm, really I can. I just prefer not to be.

"Yeah, well, a few of the people like to cook so they make us breakfast every morning fresh. Very nice of them." Lennox said.

"We really need to pay them more, maybe hire them as full time chefs. As long as it isn't Fig. That dude is obsessed with Alligator meat." Epps said shaking his head and laughing. Lennox laughed along with him and nodded, I had no clue who Fig was but the thought of Alligator meat just wasn't appealing to me. I would likely try it but I have a problem getting over the 'If it were alive it would kill me' thing. We fell into some sort of comfortable silence. When I finished off my meal I quickly walked over and cleaned my dishes and then stood on Ratchet's foot, waiting for him to notice. It was a somewhat odd positioning because of the slope of his foot and left me more crouching. I stood on it so that I wouldn't be stepped ON. Yeah, see, I can think ahead. Ironhide glanced down at me and back up; I think waiting for Ratchet to notice.

I was quickly getting bored and decided to make my presence know. I took in a deep breath and turned my head up towards him. "HI WRENCHES!" I yelled, causing Ratchet to lurch up words slightly and that caused me to grab onto a plate on his leg. He looked down.

"Slag it! You startled me! What the Pitt are you doing?" He said in a stern tone.

I just smiled, "Well, I was bored and standing here and it is…" I glanced at my watch, "15 minutes after 8, so I thought we could go do….whatever it is we are going to do." He looked at me for a second.

"Very well, get off my foot so I can pick you up." I smiled and hopped off his foot. I felt way to chipper for this time in the morning. I think it was all the sugar. He picked me up and began walking back to the Med Bay, me swaying slightly in his hand with each step.

"Wait, you called me Wrenches." He said, pausing slightly in his step before continuing.

"Yeah, and you responded to it. I think the name suits you better." I said with a smile.

"I swear to primus, if the twins start calling me that I am going to have some circuits to fry." Ratchet said with a slight shake of his head.

"So I can call you that?" I asked grabbing his finger as he made a turn to avoid falling to my death.

"I doubt whatever I say will stop you so I don't think if I give you permission matters." He said as we entered the room and he set me on a desk.

"Yeah….you're probably right." I said and started poking the various tools. I felt like a doll, and not a Barbie doll, those miniature ones…in a tool shed.

"So today we are going to go over Autobot anatomy to that you can help out with them. You already have worked on humans so I thought it would be good to catch up on the areas that you don't know." He said and pulled out multiple huge pads that were packed with information.

"Ok, just tell me where to start on the understanding!" I said happily. Ratchet gave a scary grin and set down all the data pads in front of me.

The next many hours were followed by repetitive repeats (yeah….) and having me explain each piece of information to Ratchet to make sure I fully understood. The only break I got was from a quick snack bar. By 5 pm I had a basic understanding of Autobot anatomy…or maybe my brain had just turned to mush and I was no longer capable of thinking. Either way I was done for the day.

I collapsed on the desk dramatically once he said I was done, "To much information! Brain…on fritz…no longer…functioning…" I said dramatically and had my arms spread out on the table before me as I collapsed.

Ratchet shook his head. "You are functioning just fine. You are just tired. Let's go and get you some of food. I would recommend you not eating those horrible things that are filled with toxins and chemicals. I don't understand why you humans eat those." Ratchet said and picked me up from my dramatic position from the back of my shirt and placing me in his hand. I rolled over and glared at him, still just lying pathetically, just now on my back.

"I was enjoying being dramatic thank you very much! And we eat that food because it tastes good…even if it makes us ill. Don't question my illogic!" I said and moved my legs to lie to the side and looked up at him with my arms crossed in an over-dramatic pout. When tired I tend to try and be over dramatic and childish. Don't know why but it's a much better option than being a grouch.

"I wish to question your logic, though I see that your logic is illogical." Ratchet said as he walked to the mess hall.

"Exactly! Now we are getting somewhere!" I said and smiled at him, he just chuckled.

We walked into the mostly empty mess hall and he lowered his hand. I assumed it was mostly empty because the shift change wasn't until 7pm for some crew, well, the ones who lived here anyway. Most actually went home and weren't living here. I groaned dramatically as I slid off Ratchet's hand and collapsed on the floor before dragging myself up. Ratchet shook his head, though whether it was in amusement or annoyance, I don't know.

I finally got up and walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a bowl, milk, and cheerios. What can I say, I felt lazy. I made a bowl and walked over with it to Ratchet's feet and leaned against him as I ate. He glanced at me and went back to drinking.

"What is the primary energy in an Autobot body?" He quizzed me.

"Spark."

"Tell me something about Autobot armor."

"Its self-regenerating if the energy is available."

"What is stasis?"

"Robot version of sleep."

"Where does our main fuel line run?"

"Goes from the inner necks lines, around your spark chamber, and extending out into the limbs."

"What does Sunstreaker suffer from?"

"Vanity."

"Very good."

"Hey, I do not!" I turned sharply and saw Sunstreaker there glaring with his brother and Ironhide laughing.

"Sorry to say Sunstreaker, but you are suffering from a serious case of it." I said smiling at them.

"She is right, Sunny!" Sideswipe said and punched him in the shoulder, causing Sunstreaker to mumble something about scratches.

"She really is…" Ironhide said gruffly. I smiled and ate the rest of my cereal before kicking off Ratchet and doing my dishes.

I walked back out to see Ratchet covered in Energon: that stuff was pink and glowing, which complimented him nicely...not.

"I will turn you into scrap metal!" Ratchet yelled and whipped out a band saw and started it up. He took one step towards the twins and they darted. He laughed menacingly before putting it away. "That should show those slaggers. Running from nothing….I am not repairing their fragged processors." Ratchet said and grabbed an oversized cloth to wipe the stuff off his body with. I grabbed a smaller cloth and started wiping down his feet and anything else I could reach. The liquid was thick, slightly sticky. It was still a liquid and ran down; it was just an annoying one.

When I had done all I could I tossed the cloth into the nearby laundry. "Thank you Electra, those slag-heads thought this was funny." I smiled.

"No problem, I know that is annoying to take care of." I said and washed the remainder of my hands. He smiled and Ironhide had gone…somewhere….actually, I don't know when he disappeared. I guess I was a little focused.

"I am going to shower and sleep early Wrenches, ok?" I said.

"Sure." He said and let me hop up onto his hand. We walked to my room in comfortable silence.

"So what will we be doing tomorrow Wrenches?" I asked.

"Learning that my name is Ratchet for one," He said and I stuck my tongue out. "I will also be quizzing you on today and we will be helping Ironhide with his canons, giving you some practice." He said. I nodded in acknowledgement.

"You do realize I fail at working on my own with this, right? I work on human beings…not huge ass robots. So unless it's just basics…there is a potential of me seriously screwing up. I can do what I am told…just not well." I flopped back on his hand so I could look at him easier…though it probably looked weird. "Let's just hope you are never out of commission….that'd suck. Since I would be the one working on you." I said, worrying about me working alone on him. I was used to working on skin, blood, and bones; not metal, Energon, and neural processors.

"You will do fine. It parallels your human medical knowledge in many aspects." He said and stopped outside of my room and let me hop off close to the ground.

"That's what you say. There is a big difference. Let's just have me doing small stuff and you directing me anyway. Human patients I CAN work with." I said. Ratchet laughed at my expense, was my cluelessness with Autobot anatomy really that amusing?

"You will learn the basics just fine, everything else is only for any emergency. After all, you were hired to work on the humans." Ratchet said.

"Damn right, have a good recharge Wrenches." I said and waved up at him.

"Sleep well, Drama." He said.

"That's the best name you can think of as a comeback? Ha!" I said and he laughed and shook his head with his hand over his face lightly.

"It's all I have for now. Don't worry; you will get a better one soon. As long as you keep calling me Wrenches I will be trying to find another name." He said, I smiled and waved at this with a laugh and walked into my room. It was nice being chauffeured around, first class, robot-style.

I walked in and hopped into the shower before changing into a tank top and boxers and crashing onto my bed and yanking the sheets over me. My brain hurt, I needed to rest it.

Okay, maybe Ratchet's name of Drama wasn't that far off, but at least I had fun. I really can be serious when I want, I just never want to. I snuggled into my bed, not sure whether to be happy or scared that I would be working on Ironhide's canons tomorrow and lord knows what else, or would it be Primus knows? Either way, I was clueless.

Well folks that was another chapter. What did you think? Up to par? I would have had this up a day early but I had brother problems…and me being through with dealing with extreme verbal abuse. Anyway, I tried to not let my slightly sour mood destroy the humor in the story.

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