Types

The Med Bay around him was blissfully silent as he worked. At that moment in time there was nothing to bother him or to draw his attention away from the tools that he was cleaning. No Bumblebee injuring himself with some half processed stunt that shouldn't have been tried in the first place and no Bulkhead tripping over his own feet and knocking things over and making a mess.

Oh, he knew that the two of them were somewhere onboard the ship just like he knew that the little human Sari and her monster companions were on the ship as well. He might have been slightly annoyed by her presence had she not been keeping Bumblebee and Bulkhead occupied. Though he wasn't exactly sure why Bulkhead had taken such a sudden liking to the small child when he hadn't seemed all that interested before. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to know why the large green bot had suddenly become attached. Bumblebee had become attached to the little human almost immediately but that was simply the little glitches way.

The two of them were only setting themselves up for spark break when they finally left the planet after all. They wouldn't be staying long, not if he had his way and he was fairly sure that he would have his way in the end, no matter what. As soon as the ship was ready they were leaving and it didn't matter what Prime thought they were taking that key with them. Optimus was being irresponsible enough as it was letting Sari carry the thing around like it was her personal play thing.

Ratchet harrumphed and walked over to one of the berths where he began scrubbing at a particularly stubborn oil stain with more force than was probably necessary. While it was true that Earth and all of its creatures were fascinating he couldn't really bring himself to care. There was no way that he was going to risk getting attached to anything on Earth if he was able to avoid doing so.

Ratchet would have rather had his frame melted down while he was still activated than risk getting attached to the youngling currently running around his ship. He'd learned the lesson about getting attached long ago and it still hurt even now. Ratchet grumbled quietly to himself as he worked. He had one berth left to wipe down and then he'd be finished and could start working on the ship again. So long as the idiots on his team managed to keep themselves in one peace that is. It'd be his luck that he'd finish and either Bumblebee or Bulkhead would stumble in injured and dirty and then he'd have to fix them up and clean up after them. It was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment.

"Glitches the lot of them." Ratchet grumbled. He would have continued grumbling too had it not been for the sound of small footsteps. Ratchet waited a moment for the sound of larger footsteps but they never appeared. Huffing quietly to himself Ratchet turned so that he was looking at the small human peeking into his Med Bay. Sari's eyes were wide and curious as she looked around from her place just inside of the door. At least she was smart enough to stay out of the room.

Ratchet watched the girl for a moment waiting for her to say something. Sari said nothing only stood there and watched.

"Can I help you?" Ratchet finally asked.

"Are there any windows in here?" Ratchet blinked.

"What?"

Sari tilted her head to the side slightly before repeating her question.

"Are there any windows in here?"

"Why in Primus Code does it matter if there are windows in here?"

Sari took a single step into the Med Bay. "Well Tip's a ground type."

Ratchet was sure that he looked either really confused or really irritated at the moment. There was a youngling in his domain asking about windows.

"And what does your Trapinch being a ground type have to do with windows? And where in the Pit are Bulkhead and Bumblebee?" Ratchet asked both questions came out of his vocal processors sounding irritated. He was well aware that Tip was Sari's other pokémon even though it wasn't seen as often as her Skitty.

"Optimus wanted them for something. And I asked about the windows because Tip doesn't like water. Ground types are weak against it." Sari said.

Ratchet eyed the child for a moment trying to determine if he should answer her question or not. He knew a little bit about pokémon types. He knew that there were seventeen types in all and that each type had its strengths and weaknesses. He'd stopped researching after that however. He had more important things to do after all. Like fixing their ship so they could get off of Earth.

"To answer your question, no, there are no windows in here." Sari's eyes brightened and her fingers twitched as if she were going to reach for one of the balls on her belt. If she let one of her monsters out in his Med Bay without asking he was going to tear Prime a new one the next time he saw the mech because it was his fault that the youngling was standing in his doorway. Oh, he'd yell at the youngling too, he just couldn't tear into her like he could the others.

When Sari didn't make a move to touch either of the pokéballs on her belt Ratchet grumbled to himself and turned back towards his work. The next few minutes past in silence even though he knew that Sari was still watching him. Ratchet had to fight back the urge to check and see what she was doing every few minutes. When he did look up all she was doing was leaning against the open doorway watching him. He wasn't quite comfortable with having his every move watched by the young organic but she was being quiet and wasn't getting in his way so he let her stay.

All he really had to do was put up with her until Prime was finished with Bulkhead and Bumblebee then the two of them would come and take her off to do Primus knows what.

"Can I let Tip out in here?" Gears grinded in Ratchets neck as he whipped his head around to Look at Sari.

"Why do you want to let it out in here? There are other places on this ship that don't have windows. Choose one." Instead of being offended by Ratchets behavior Sari merely rolled her eyes and reached for her belt. A few seconds later Tip was standing in front of her.

"I didn't give you permission." Ratchet growled his fingers twitching.

"No, but he's not in you Med Bay. He's in the hallway." Sari said her voice smug. Tip sighed from his place on the floor and tilted his head up to look at his trainer.

"Ignore him Tip. He's just being grumpy. He probably missed his afternoon nap."

If Ratchet had had the ability to do so he would have chocked on the words that were attempting to leave his vocals. "Youngling if your smart you'll be quiet now."

Sari scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Please. There isn't anything you can do about us being outside your space. We aren't bothering you at all."

Ratchet grumbled something under his breath as he tossed his rag onto a nearby work bench before he began stomping towards Sari and Tip. Sari let out a small squeak as the floor beneath her feet shook and Tip toppled over after loosing his balance. Once Ratchet was near enough he bent down so that he could look Sari in the eye.

"Why do you insist on being here and having your little monster out as well?" Sari blinked and looked at Ratchet for a moment before she turned and flipped Tip back over onto his feet. Sari watched the Trapinch for a moment before answering Ratchet's question.

"Bumblebee said that the ship's armor is thickest here. So I though it'd be a good place to let Tip out for some fresh air. Some of the other places on the ship seen kinda leaky." Ratchet grumbled and ran a hand down his face plates. The mere thought of the ship leaking made him want to throw something.

"It has to do with the lack of water too doesn't it?" Sari nodded.

"If water could hurt you really badly or kill you would you want to be able to see it while under it?" Her question was valid and he supposed that her logic was sound, at least to her.

"Fine you can stay but if you make a mess you and your companion are cleaning it up." Sari pouted a bit at the idea of having to clean up a mess but seemed to agree anyways. Ratchet himself shook his head and began to wonder when he had started to go soft. He supposed however that it wasn't wrong to offer Tip sanctuary in his Med Bay when it was the safest place for the pokémon who was completely out of his element.

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Ratchet I freaking hate you. You make me want to throw something. Seriously this chapter kicked my ass big time. Nothing wanted to be written and Ratchet refused to work with me. I hope that this chapter was okay. I'll try to not take so long for the next one. Oh, and I hope that you guys don't mind Sari being a bit more polite and mature. I figure that she'd have to be at least a bit more grown up given that she has pokémon.

So next up is Optimus and then we have either Sari or Fanzone. I haven't decided which yet and then Jojo gets to pick out a handful of chapters for me to do. I'll see you guys soon.

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