Thank you all my great reviewers! I love you all! For the record, I just thought up Happy-Reader Syndrome, since it was medical themed….and I want happy readers. This chappy has jokes but it also has some more information. Anyway….please enjoy the newest piece!
I woke up to loud banging on my door. I cracked my eyes and groaned, the sugar high from yesterday came with a cost. I tried to gain my surrounding as the banging continued, until I realized that the banging was actually an Autobot tapping on my door. I got up from bed and walked to the door before lazily pulling it open and nearly stumbling back. Ratchet was leaning down and had his face right next to the door.
"Hello…." I said groggily and rubbed my eyes.
"Greetings, I hadn't heard from you yet and decided to check on you before Ironhide arrives." Ratchet said. I looked at him questioningly and walked over and slipped my watch on and looked at it.
"Shit! Its 8….I am SO sorry." I said.
Ratchet chuckled, which sounded very loud when it was at my level. "Don't worry; Ironhide will not be here for another half hour. So get dressed and it will be fine." At that I looked down and screeched. The boxers and top were very short on me and were very skewed. I felt my hair and tried to fix it, it was a puff ball in the back. Ratchet chuckled again at me. "Don't worry about it Drama." He said teasingly and stood back up. I waved him off and shut the door and he walked back to the Med Bay. I rushed around and threw on old jeans and a plain black t-shirt on. I tried pulling the hairbrush through my hair, but it was failing. Giving up after a certain point, I just put it into a pony tail. I grabbed a chocolate snack bar for breakfast and then walked out, barely putting my sneakers on in my rush.
"I…" I said as I walked into the Med Bay, Ratchet turned to face me, "Have arrived." I then struck a quick pose. Ratchet sat down his data pad.
"Yes, you have arrived a half hour late." He stated. I scowled at him.
"You are a kill-joy Wrenches. You know that?" I said and jumped up onto a lower table before getting up to his desk. It took some major skill to use those awesome street moves.
"I do not kill joy; you just lack the ability to see the humor in my words." Ratchet said and looked over a data pad again.
"Eh, I like my views better. So when is Ironhide getting here?" I said and leaned against his arm causing him trying to lightly shrug me off. I held onto the plates so I wasn't budging.
"He should be here any minute, must you hold onto my arm?" He said with a sigh.
"Must you complain about it, Wrenches?" I said and did my best to hug his arm….which probably looked weird. He made an irritated noise and I stopped hugging him, though I didn't release his arm.
"I was not complaining, I was asking because you are hindering my motion." He stated, I sighed and released his arm and sat down on some on a nearby…I don't know what it was actually.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a time, until Ironhide came grumbling through the door.
"What wrong Ironhide?" I asked from my seat, he glanced at me.
"The prankster twins decided to pull a small prank on me, though I fear who they decided to pull a big prank on. Normally they only do small ones on the side." Ironhide said and was picking at his cannon…which looked to have cotton candy on it…and each time he tried to start up his cannon and they spun, it created more. It was actually kind of amusing….and completely brilliant. "They used some sticky, sugary substances that is just getting worse." He said and sat down on one of the medical berths. Ratchet had me get on his hand and we went over to Ironhide. I was set down on the work table that Ironhide had set his arm with the cannon on. I looked it over as they spoke; the twins were truly brilliant in their acts. The sugar that would normally be spun in a machine, was now spun from Ironhide's cannons…I will have to congratulate them on their brilliance when I see them alone ever.
"Electra, please start cleaning his cannons while I work on his smaller cannons, he needed work done on them before…more now." He said and looked over the cotton-candy cannon in despair with more grumbles from Ironhide. I nodded and got to work pulling to cotton candy off by hand and setting it in a pile. Once the main pieces were pulled off I started cleaning each piece with a wet cloth and wiping each section off. It was a lot of pieces, but I did get to learn the parts. The two would often give me the names or a short explanation when I got to the part. Four hours and a few garbage bags of cotton candy later had Ironhide's cannons looking like new.
I stepped back when I was done and flung up my hands dramatically, "Tada!" Ironhide lifted his arm and looked the cannon over.
He nodded in approval, "It is well done, nice job Drama." He said gruffly, I smiled until I realized what he called me.
I turned and faced Ratchet furiously, "You told him you call me Drama? I bet you put him up to it!" I said in a huff. Ratchet and Ironhide laughed loudly as I glared.
"Okay, I may have told him to call you that. It was a one-time thing, but you have to admit, it was funny." Ratchet said still chuckling. I glared for a bit longer until a smile lit up my face.
"Ok, I was funny. Just don't it again!" I said with a joking glare and scolding hand. They both smiled. We heard fast loud footsteps coming towards the room and we all looked towards the door as it opened.
"Ya got to see this!" Jazz said while chuckling a little. We all looked at each other before Ratchet had me get on his hand and we all walked to where Jazz was leading us.
"I told you the twins tended to only do a simple prank when they were doing another at the same time." Ironhide grumbled.
"Iz great though." Jazz said and smiled as we entered the mess hall. We all stopped when we saw the banner hung up. It stated in large and colorful letters, 'Be an Optimist Prime, Not a Negatron!' With cute little drawings of them. I fell over laughing, I had been told about Megatron and this was just priceless. It was nice being here, short time here and I was already feeling like I had been there for years. Ratchet and Ironhide laughed along with some other humans and Autobots who had gathered. Optimus Prime came out through and the group moved for him. He looked up at the banner and gave a loud and long laugh.
"That is very good!" He said still laughing. The twins slunk out from…well, I don't really know, somewhere.
"Glad you like it Prime!" Sideswipe said.
"Knew you would appreciate it!" Sunstreaker said and they both walked up to him.
Ironhide faced them, "You two put sticky sugar into my cannon!" Ironhide yelled and the twins ran with him following after. For an old and clunky bot he could sure run fast. The entire group burst out laughing, Ratchet and Optimus included.
"That's fantastic!" I said and grabbed on to one of Ratchets fingers to keep from falling in my laughter. Slowly laughter died down and people departed. Ratchet walked me back to the Med Bay and sat me down on his desk. "So what is the game plan now doc-bot?" I asked as I sat down and ate a chocolate snack bar again; thankfully those things gave me the needed energy when I skipped meals.
"Let's go over the Cybertronian anatomy." Ratchet said…and that is what we did…for 4 hours, before switching to quizzing my knowledge on human medical things for another 2 hours.
"So how do you set a bone?" Ratchet asked, I looked at him bored. We had gone over this twice now. I knew this knowledge and it was getting old.
"I smack it with a hammer until it's fixed." I said causing him to look at me.
"I am guessing you are done for the day?" Ratchet said and looked over my frame which was lying lazily spread out over a couch that was up on his desk for humans….obviously.
"Well, we have been testing my knowledge for a while…and I am hungry…so, yes." I said and looked at him from my weird, upside-down position on the couch.
"Fine…let's go get you fed." He said smiling.
"Hey! I am not a pet!" I yelled pathetically from my position, I was tired from all the knowledge and testing, it was like college all over again.
"Sure you're not….pets respect their masters." He said and smiled as I glared at him. He put his hand up to the couch and used a finger to roll me into his hand.
"I am not a doll dammit!" I said and sat up and fixed my hair which became a mess from the rolling.
"But you are small…." He said, man, he was feeling playful.
"Yeah Yeah, so what did you think of the twins stunt earlier?" I asked.
"The twin terrors actually did a prank that didn't anger me, which is unusual." He said and began walking.
"I know, and you seem to be in a good mood." I said and sat holding on to his finger.
"I just came from recharge feeling better, and the Twins were actually amusing, though don't let Ironhide know." He said and I smiled. We arrived at the mess hall; someone took down the banner sadly. It was great. I was set down and walked over, making up a Rueben sandwich…because I love Sauerkraut. I sat on a table and ate my sandwich happily until it was gone and leaving behind a slight mess, I could never manage to eat them in a clean manner. I went over and washed my dishes before wiping my face down for any residue. Happy with my cleanliness I walked out and stood at Ratchet's feet.
"Wrenches!" I hollered and he looked down at me from his seat, I am curious as to which Autobot makes the furniture because all humans who knew of the Autobots were generally military….and you can't really explain huge metal furniture like that.
"What is it, Drama?' He asked.
"Move your arm off your leg so I can get up there." I said and he moved his arm. With the open space I got onto his foot and did some awesome monkey moves that got me up onto his leg. I sat down cross-legged and looked up at him.
"Better?" He asked and he then took a sip of his Energon.
"Much." I said and leaned back against my arms and looked from him and then around the large room.
"Electra, I have not yet had time to really learn about you. Can you tell me about yourself?" Ratchet asked, I looked up at him casually.
"Sure thing, what do you want to know?" I said and leaned back fully onto my arms so I could look up at him and be comfortable.
"How about you start with your job before this?" Ratchet said and drank more of his brightly colored drink.
"Well, before this I was working as an emergency room nurse in the inner city. I decided to go into medical because I wanted to make a difference for people. Well, I did the schooling right out of high school, then I went around for two years volunteering at hospitals when I was just traveling, going wherever the current bus was bound. I never planned on staying in this area; it was just where the bus was going next. But I got comfortable and I was tired of moving around currently, so I stayed. Worked at the local hospital for a bit and then, Tada! Here I am." I said and leaned onto my elbows as I lay backwards on his leg.
"That is interesting, what led you to try and work here?" He asked and finished his Energon.
"Well…I needed change….and I definitely got it." I said and looked up at him and the human-style features on his face. "What about you Wrenches? What got you into…"I motioned at the general area, "Everything?"
"I used to be a politician before the war. I once relayed messages between Optimus Prime and the High Council. When I saw that this war couldn't be solved peacefully I became a battlefield medic, being able to save at least a few lives. Optimus Prime seemed to be the best bet for peace, and he still is. I don't really mind the switch though; at least I can actually do something now." Ratchet said and sat his container on a giant side table.
"That's cool. Peace is great but when that can't happen, it's better to be out there making a difference than sitting on the sidelines not doing anything at all. Have a girl…femme?" I asked, trying to learn more about my new co-worker.
"I never found one that could hold my interest, no. Have you found a mate yet?" Ratchet asked and I nearly laughed at his term.
"I have had boyfriends, but none could hold my interest, no." I said, trying to mimic him.
"Are you mocking me?" He asked.
"Only if you want me to be. The answer information wasn't mocking…the way it was delivered….not so much." I said smiling.
He shook his head, "You are a weird human."
"Not anymore weird than any other member of our society, my style of weirdness is just a tad more unique than others." I said and he laughed.
"Unique, that is one word for it." I smiled up at him and shrugged.
"Wrenches….why do you like wrenches?" I asked.
"Because they are always on hand for me. I like buzz saws to, why didn't you try and call me that?" He asked and I laughed.
"Because that wasn't the first tool mentioned by Jazz and Wrenches rolls off the tongue better than 'Buzz Saw'." I said and he smiled.
"Not by much, would it cause you that much duress if you called me by my actual name?"
"If you really hate it then I can NOT call you it….but I would prefer to. It just makes me feel unique, since no one else does." I said and had a thoughtful look on my face.
"It is not too terrible…I guess I can tolerate you calling me that….as long as no one else does." He said and I smiled a huge grin causing him to smile some. Score one for Electra for already finding a spot here, as the medic's unusual side-kick. Side-kicks are amusing and have less drama…though Ratchet likes to call me Drama….ANYway, on with the show.
"You know, you are going to have to find something else to call me besides Drama." I said as a matter-of-fact thing as I pulled out a Hershey's bar and placed a square on my tongue and let it melt.
"True….what about Chocolate?" He said looking down at me. I swallowed the small piece in my mouth and looked up at him.
"What?" I said oh-so-eloquently.
"Well, I see you eating chocolate in abundance often. You do realize how unhealthy all the sugar is for you right?" Ratchet asked.
"I know it's unhealthy for me, but I like it. At least I will die happy then. So just because I eat a lot of chocolate you are going to call me Chocolate?" I asked placing the remains of the bar back in my pocket, it was getting soft though.
"You call me Wrenches because I like wrenches, so I thought it was only fair Chocolate." He said smiling.
I laughed, "Whatever you say Wrenches." I said and laughed.
"Yeah, well I say that is your new name Chocolate. So why don't we get you to bed. We have tons of repeative stuff to go over, knowledge to input into your head. This isn't going to be a short training thing, there is a lot of knowledge to gain, learning what you can do with your human form. So let's have you go recharge." He said and I threw my head whined. I glanced at my watch.
"It's only 9pm!" I whined.
"Yes, and you were late today. You need to recharge earlier." He said and I got up and stepped onto his hand, holding onto his finger so that I could stay upright.
"Fine. We will do it your way." I said as he began walking, he just laughed. We walked past Jazz who was break-dancing for some soldiers and I waved, causing him to wave back and momentarily break his dancing. We walked (and when I say we, I meant he walked and I just held on) to my room in a comfortable silence before he set me down on the floor in front of my rom.
"Thanks for the ride Wrenches, have a good recharge." I said and walked into my room.
"You too, Chocolate." He said as I shut the door. I walked in and grabbed out clean clothes to sleep in and went in and showered. When I was happy with my cleanliness I got out and slipped my clothes on before entering the main room and tossing my dirty clothes in my hamper. I slipped in between my sheets and snuggled down, making the blankets into a tangled mess quickly. I drifted off to sleep after reviewing the knowledge I had gained that day, after all, I had a long time of learning to go.
AN:
'Be an Optimist Prime, Not a Negatron' is not owned by me, and I don't know where it originated from. I love my great reviewers, you each mean a lot to me! Believe it or not, I thought I was going to end it half-way through what I ended up with, but I just kept writing, I found more things I could fit into the day.
Question for my lovely readers, what is your age…or roughly your age. I just want to know my average readers age, it allows me to know what level to keep my story at, I don't care if it is just a range of ages that you are comfortable giving me, and it is at least a general area. I appreciate your help, it lets me know my main group of readers…and then make sure I don't go outside of their comfort zone with raising the rating. When it turns into a romance more I will likely instead make side-stories of the scenes so that I don't have to raise the rating. Please! Review!
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