Boti: Welcome back! Enjoy and I'm probably going to get some hate reviews from some Ratchet/Ironhide pairing fans. So, please don't hate me. It was something I added.
P.S. I just had an interesting thought. I wonder if Michael Bay has ever read fanfics on this sight. Or Peter Cullen(voice of Optimus Prime from both movies and 1980s cartoons) or Shia (spelling?) or Megan? That would be interesting to know...
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers blah blah blah blah blah blah blah! Geesh, copyright police, what else do you want me to say. It's all well known that I don't own them.
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Chapter Two
The med bay doors opened with a swoosh, the air almost making me fall back. After getting over the sudden burst of air, I walked in. The medic, Ratchet, was busy on the very mech that had me curious. How could they reactivate their fallen comrade? But then again, as Ironhide pointed out, it's none of my business.
"Ms. Hallie -"
"Just Hallie, sir."
"Ratchet," he corrected. I giggled. It was like this everytime with us. We would correct each other on our formal speech before getting down to business. But my enjoyment faltered, the image of an angry Ironhide still disturbing me.
"Your blood pressure is skyrocketing. What is...bothering you?" Ratchet's cool gaze landed on me as I forced a fake smile. But you couldn't fool the super smart robot.
"Ironhide scared me. He had an outburst when I...uh...got in trouble."
"You know riding our elevator is forbidden."
God, why is he so good at knowing what I did? He always saw right through the situation and was able to say what I did wrong. Even when Lennox needed to know what was wrong with me, Ratchet was the one to tell him.
"I know," I sighed, not in the mood to have a major outburst myself, "So, my punishment is to help you with Jazz. Mind giving me a boost?"
Ratchet paused in his work, leaning down to pick me up. I stepped onto his hand and jumped from the sudden movement of going several feet in the air. But it didn't last as he placed me next to the spot he needed help with. Which in turn had me immediately going to work, silent.
"This isn't like you, Hallie," Ratchet's calm voice had me look up from my poking around, seeing that I really was just poking around and not actually working. He must have known my worry by body language and silence.
"Ignore him. He's just sore cause I broke it off."
Bug eyes could explain my reaction as I stared at the mech. It was well known that Ratchet and Ironhide were together. They never bonded, reasons unknown, but they always seemed happy together. Why did they separate?
"The same thing he did to you is why I left him."
"Quit reading my thoughts!" I shrieked. That was getting bothersome. I couldn't even have a dirty thought without Ratchet bringing it up. Which is why I hated doctors sometimes. They could tell what was bothering you before you knew. And being a super advanced living robot did help with that unwanted knowledge.
"Then quit being an easy read," his lips curled into an amused smile and I couldn't help relaxing. I guess he was trying to ease his own ache by keeping busy. And I may be the first he has talked about it too.
"Okay, I'm all - as you guys would say - audios," I joked, giving him the go ahead to vent on me. Ratchet smiled bigger, obviously what he wanted to hear as he continued to rant about his heart ache.
"He's easily angered and I felt like I couldn't please him with anything I did. Sometimes he got violent and would - in his words - unintentionally hurt me. But it made me wonder, even though the injuries were squeezing my arms painfully and such, that if he could hurt me like that, how long will it take for him to hit me?" Ratchet paused in his rants for a moment, "I didn't want to take a chance with that. So, I broke it off, blaming his anger."
"I'm sorry," I pulled on some dead and broken wires, removing them for better replacements. "I understand what you're saying. He had separated me and Casey from our jabbing fest and when I answered Prime's question, he didn't like it and decided to squeeze me."
I froze in my position as Ratchet did a quick scan over my body. I knew saying that would cause him to check my body. But a quiet grumble told me that I was fine.
"I'm sorry that you had to take the brunt force of his anger."
"Nah, I had it coming. I tend to be a smart ass sometimes. And make insulting jokes about him," I explained. Which was true. I did have a penchant for trouble. But my life was never dull so I didn't regret my actions. And I took my punishments without a fuss. Which had Major Lennox give up on punishments since I took them to easily. He had Prime take that responsibility.
"It still doesn't excuse his actions," Ratchet pulled out a burnt out part before replacing it. It took me a moment to realize that Jazz wasn't in two anymore and that we were just replacing parts now instead of reconnecting him. Thank goodness.
"Don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it? I know he dislikes you immensely. Why? Hell if I know, but he does and I won't stand by and allow him to harm you!"
"Ratchet, the way that sounds may be the reason why Ironhide hates me. You're acting like my boyfriend," I brought up. Casey had mentioned that we looked like we're flirting. But we never were. Ratchet and I were just good friends, having a good time on a desolate island.
Ratchet seemed to process the words before nodding in agreement. Geesh, now that explains some things. Ironhide thinks I replaced him in the relationship. God, what a dumb ass.
"You might want to go," Ratchet brought me out of my thoughts, my hands surrounding a rather large part. I tilted my head in confusion, giving him a blank stare until a loud siren echoed through the room.
"Oh shit!" I quickly ran to his waiting hand and dashed out as my feet hit ground. That siren only meant one thing and that thing was a bad thing. It meant action. Decepticon action.
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Boti: Whoa, that was interesting. And *dodges random thrown item from R/I fans* yeah, I may be hospitalized after this. So, let's wait and see at chapter three. Peace out. *runs away from fans*