Continuity: G1 Ratchet & First Aid: Five Firsts
"You need to be looser; it only needs a light touch."
I frowned as I relaxed the cables in my wrist. "Like this?"
"Bit tighter, you don't want it to slip out of your hand."
"You make it look easy."
Ratchet grinned. "Practice."
I hefted the spanner again and lined it up, trying to get a feel for it before I used it.
"Better." Ratchet said when I finally let go. "Time to take a break I think, you're not used to this."
I stretched my arm out, feeling the gears and servos in my wrist clicking as they relaxed from the near cramp.
Inspecting my work Ratchet smiled. "A definite improvement."
"What's an improvement?"
Ratchet gave Wheeljack a shrug of his shoulder plating. "Just a couple of things I've been showing Aid."
Whatever Wheeljack was about to say in response was cut off as a shiny red mech hurtled through the doors yelling something incomprehensible to latch onto Ratchet with a flying leap. Only the medics greater mass preventing them from ending up on the floor as the mech muttered something about 'Ironhide' 'cannons' 'pink' and 'save me'.
Wheeljack managed half a step towards Ratchet before turning incredulously back to me.
I shrugged, a second spanner held in my other hand.
"That's my mech." Ratchet said with a proud smirk as he stepped over the now offline warrior slumped on the floor. "I told you all it would take was practice."
We both politely ignored Wheeljack finally noticing the target painted on the wall and the dents surrounding it before he mumbled an excuse and fled.
I looked at Ratchet as the door slid shut, only to find him doing exactly the same, both of us collapsing into laughter at Wheeljacks horrified expression.