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"That's it!" The Mech bellowed sharply, before wincing as bolts of heat rushed up through his aching shoulder joint that looked well abused by both tools and servos. A hand was rubbing at the tender circuitry and muscle cables that had been mistreated at the hands of the Medic he had just seen. "I've had it!" The offending joint had been almost being completely replaced by Ratchet, who's mood had gone beyond the limits of acceptable 'Hatchetness' and into the cruel and inhmane.
Several pairs of optics lifted from around the only occupied table in the Rec Room, all regarding Mirage who had come from Medbay to the 'Bonded Club' or at least the bunch of bots that turned up at late hours when particular Bondmates were off-base and they didn't fancy been alone. All of them had actually been given a chance to get to know each other better during these quiet parties.
"The Hatchet getcha?" Jazz smile wryly through the bottom of the High-Grade cube he had been drinking for at least a half a Joor.
Lightspeed, Seaspray and Red Alert with the addition of Jazz rounded out the 'Bonded' at the table, but off to one side, poor First Aid sat quietly staring at the cube before him in something akin to misery. The poor mech had been scared out of his armour by the lime green Medic's grumbling and had retreated to the one place that he knew would have people in it and was far enough from medbay to let him relax even a little.
"Yes, I just went in for small fracture repair in my shoulder joint, but ended up having a complete shoulder overhaul. One I definitely didn't need." A shudder and he was seating himself down at the table between Red Alert and Jazz, shuddering at the thought. "I can still feel those cyber-forceps in there."
A small helpless sigh filled the Rec Room, all optics were instantly turning towards the source of the sound, First Aid, the poor Medical Assistant looked up at those about him before his head instantly dropped back down again, clearly flustered and unnerved by the sudden attention.
"Something up, Aid?"
"I…"
"Ya know the reason he's like this don'tcha?" Jazz pounced on the look that clearly said the little Medic knew exactly what was going on, but clearly didn't wish to say anything to any of them.
"I…I can't say… its Ratchet's business…"
"No, its not. Not when everyone else around here ends up like poor Mirage." Red added softly, gesturing towards the white and blue Autobot that glared at Red Alert for the 'poor Mirage' comment. "He's been terrorising you too. I don't know how you can stand working in Medbay with him being so… grumpy!"
"He's not terrorising me…He just… isn't happy with anything… and he…" Including his work… Including his reports… including everything he had done within the past Orn.
"He what?" Seaspray gurgled, watery blue optics blinking adorably at First Aid, clearly hoping convince the little medic to speak out.
"He…"
Jazz gestured softly for Aid to continue.
"He growls! If its not one thing it's another… And it's driving me… He… he yelled at me." Those slender hands were gripping the edge of the table, shoulders slumping badly, expression almost a little Spark-broken. First Aid had the largest crush on Ratchet, the little Medic had never been yelled at before, but that night he had been… for no reason other than he had accidentally released Trailbreaker from Medbay without consulting Ratchet, even though 'Breaker's repairs were complete and Aid had been so excited over completing them himself to Ratchet's standards… all the scans had come back clean… he hadn't wanted to trouble Ratchet over them.
"Aid…" A warm hand was gently closing around the Medic's slender shoulder, red fingers rubbing at it softly, Lightspeed shifting in closer in hopes to be able to soothe the Protectobot, the poor white-silver and red Medic was almost shaking with big pale optics shining with unshed tears. "He wouldn't have meant to do that. I'm sure when you go back again he'll… probably apologise."
"I… I can't go back." Ratchet apologise? That was as unlikely as Optimus Prime turning into a Decepticon or Wheeljack NOT having something explode in his face.
"Give him the evening…"
"No." The Medical Assistant was suddenly not moving on the point, his pale optics shuttering tightly against the flood of tears that wanted to fall. He loved Ratchet, he did with all his Spark, but it broke him just a little more every time the Medic had berated him.
"Aid?"
"I'm not going back to Medbay. I'll return to my workbay… Ratchet doesn't need me or want me." He choked back a sob, several drops of cleansing fluid were slowly sliding down his cheekplates. "He… made that very clear."
"Hold on… Aid…" Jazz was attempting to save the situation, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the little Medic was serious about his decision. But Jazz couldn't blame him. The little Medical Assistant stomached Ratchet through Orns worth of day to day contact… for joors on end. Something had to give.
"Thankyou for the Energon." He was pushing the chair backwards, standing and stepped away from the table, shaking off the hand that had been lightly stroking his shoulder. His optics misty and his hand scrubbed desperately at the tears that were streaking down his facial plates. "And the advice, but I'm… I'm not good enough for him."
Jazz was standing and following after the little Medic, having a soft spot for the younger Mech who had so often treated some of them when they came back from battle and wished to avoid the likes of the Hatchet. "Please… wait, Aid."
"You know what his problem is? He needs one good…" Optic ridges pressed together sharply as the little Medic let out an angry sound. "HARD 'facing!"
Another wave of shock flickered around the table. So that was the whole problem? Ratchet wasn't getting off? Even though the Medic was known for playing the field… though in recent Orns there hadn't really been any mention of the Medic in 'more interesting' circles.
"Or… fuck someone something rough…" The human term just felt good coming from his lips. Sometimes he was just a little too polite, a little too shy and reserved, sometimes it rubbed him up the wrong way to do that. The little Medic would happily have offered, but he knew once he had Ratchet once… he wouldn't be able to overlook Ratchet's 'games' with several other crew members.
But before anyone could say anything more to the little Medic he was out the door and down the corridor.
"What just happened?" Mirage asked softly, bright blue optics blinking at the now empty seat at the table, before glancing at the others around him.
"We just found out that First Aid is in love with Ratchet." Lightspeed commented.
"EH?"
"I think yah're right, Light'." Jazz leaned back thoughtfully into his chair.
"So… what do we do about it?" Mirage questioned.
"We plan." Red Alert smirked slightly, pale optics danced with something akin to excitement.
"Ya mean… get 'em together?"
"That's exactly what I mean." Red winked. "Who's in?"
A show of hands and they all got down to business.
Ratchet would never know what hit him.
Another glance at his internal Chronometer left Ratchet unnerved, his deep blue optics dimming slightly as he was carefully setting out the tools for the busiest shift of the day. Maybe First Aid had been caught up with his work? But that thought was dismissed as soon as it came to him. If there was one thing about First Aid that was a certainty it was that he was always punctual, not once had he been late for a shift in Medbay or his training.
It was well past an hour after when the little Medic was due to arrive already, Ratchet was tempted to comm the other… but he hesitated. He didn't know why he hesitated… but something completely unnerved him about the whole thing.
The door to Medbay hissed open, dark blue optics lifted instantly hopeful that it was his missing Medical Assistant, but instead it was the silvery frame of Jazz, the Saboteur was sweeping forwards, hips swaying sensually, optics hidden behind that dimmed visor.
"Ya look like ya were expectin' someone else, Ratch." Jazz said mildly, heading towards the Med berth nearest Ratchet, easily hopping up onto the edge of it.
"What do you need?" Ratchet ignored the statement, before he was picking up a small hand scanner, his Spark twitching within his chassis and at the slight touch of disappointment that came that it hadn't been First Aid.
"Got a few pieces of glass stuck in my knee joint." Jazz was particularly glad that it was true. He had had to come up with some way to get him into medbay without being ejected again by flying wrenches about wasting Ratchet's time, but an accident involving humans, a window and a rubber grenade had left him with glass all over the place…
A grunt was basically the only reply that Jazz got from Ratchet as the Medic was reaching for a long pair of forceps, a hand pinned Jazz's leg down against the edge of the berth, before he was beginning to fish around within Jazz's knee joint in search of the shards of glass.
"So where's Aid? I thought he was scheduled on this morning."
"He… is busy." Ratchet attempted to cover the fact that he didn't know where his assistant was, his Spark panged with guilt over it, he wanted to call…
"Really?" Jazz rubbed at his chin lightly, green optics glinting behind his visor, knowing he had easily struck a nerve within Ratchet. "I saw him in the Rec Room this morning."
Aid… Ratchet wanted to ask if… but kept quiet. It was his fault wasn't it? He had actually raised his voice with his Assistant. He never did that, no matter how angry he may be with everyone else, he never yelled at First Aid. It was an unspoken rule of Medbay. And he had broken it. The lime green medic had been intending on figuring out how to make it up to him when he came in for his duty shift… certain Aid would return. But he hadn't.
"Though he looked quite happy that Sideswipe was paying him some attention…" Jazz was testing the waters. They wouldn't get any results if they couldn't bait their prey.
An angry growl escaped Ratchet, the forceps scrapping across sensitive relays and making Jazz wince slightly, but it was all in the name of love, peace and 'facing. There was definitely something there to react with. No one had dared to bother First Aid with Ratchet hovering almost protectively over the younger Medic. "What kind of attention?" This could not be the reason why Aid was late. Aid wouldn't… not with the likes of Sideswipe, not at the sake of being late for his duty shift.
"The usual kind…" The silver Saboteur was inwardly smiling at the reaction, Ratchet was hooked, but needed to be pointed in the right direction.
"First Aid would not accept the likes of…"
"He's a big Bot now, Ratch. Let him have his fun."
Hands twitched sharply as they were working before steadying again. Sideswipe would use First Aid… use the little Medic and then abandon him on the berth… The beautiful little Protectobot deserved far better than that. It was his duty… a spark of jealousy burned up his spinal plating, his shoulders jerking slightly. No slagging twin ever deserved to touch the elegant Medic…
"With Sideswipe?" Ratchet hissed angrily checking he had gotten all the glass before thrusting the forceps back onto the tray beside the berth, almost knocking it over. "You slagger." He snapped at Jazz, fuming already. First Aid belonged there with him. He had stopped 'playing' around with others because it had troubled Aid far too much… even the slightest of frowns had made Ratchet change his habits. However, his optics had been following after Aid recently… he didn't like being without the little Protectobot…
"Hey, no need for the name callin'." Jazz said with a wave of one hand, sliding from the berth before he was heading for the door. "Thanks for the fix, Ratch."
"Wait, frag it!" The Medic snarled, clearly not happy with the small amount of information he had been given.
"Nope! I got duties and a sweet Aft to do." And Jazz escaped Ratchet hearing a wrench clang against the wall just where his helm would have been as he skidded down the corridor his part of the plan complete.
Every inch of his frame was covered with paint. Pinks and purples dripped down over his helm, a sound of dismay escaping First Aid as he rubbed a hand cutely over his optics, blinking through the mess that dribbled down over his white and red armour and also beneath it. The cold paint was sending an awkward shiver down his spinal plates, a soft gasp escaping him as he squirmed ever so slightly against the feeling. Optics lifting upwards to gaze at the container glued to the ceiling and set with a trigger release, he knew he had been pranked.
Sideswipe covered his mouthparts, his optics going wide as he stared at First Aid for a long moment and couldn't help the giggle that escaped him at the bright patches of colour that dotted every inch of the small frame.
"Please do not tell me, this is one of yours…" The little Medic sighed, pale blue optics blinking from under his now pink hued helm, a very tiny pout touching his lips another little shiver working its way up his back, a multicoloured puddle was already forming around his stabiliser servos.
"Not one of mine, Aid." The red Twin chuckled, a hand covering his mouth, before he was following the Medic down the remaining length of corridor and into the other's Workbay, glancing around and surprised at the very different feel this place had to Ratchet's Medbay. It was nice, almost personal, tools lined one wall and long lengths of benchtop that formed some shelving, another wall was crammed full of books and datapads and strange devices that Sideswipe definitely couldn't put a name too.
Thankfully his hands had remained clean, or at least one of them and he rifled around in one of the draws leaving rather interesting ped prints behind as he went. Picking up the requested item, he turned it over in his fingers, making sure that it was in perfect working condition. "This it?"
"YES!" Sideswipe was eager to be able to use the one tool he hadn't been able to find anywhere else on base. The fine laser welder was just what he needed to work on improving his weapons and also to improve his and Sunstreaker's armour, if Wheeljack or Ratchet had the tool they had clearly been hiding them.
"Please return it by the end of the Orn or if I comm you for it back…"
"No problem." Sideswipe was lifting up the tool with delight burning in his features, his optics flickering with gratitude for a moment, before subspacing it gently. "Thanks Aid. I'm surprised you're not in Medbay with, ye-old-ye-wrench-thrower."
First Aid's smile abruptly faltered, optics flickering abruptly, before he stiffened sharply. "My presence is no longer needed in Medbay."
The red Twin could hardly believe those words, Ratchet did need First Aid and had actually said so once or twice when the little Medic was out of audio range. "Oh…"
"I have several projects that need completing… I'm sorry to have to ask you to leave…"
"Nah… its okay, thanks for this Aid." The Mech bounced back again, wearing a big almost goofy smile, before he was almost bouncing out of the workbay.
Ratchet was coming down the hall as he watched Sideswipe stepping out of First Aid's workbay wearing the largest slag-eater grin, he looked surprised for a moment to see Ratchet coming down the corridor towards him. Before he actually leaned in towards the Medic as he passed. "Looks like you screwed up, Big Green."
The lime green Medic froze at the words, dark blue optics narrowing on Sideswipe sharply, quite willing to want to lash out with a good blow from a wrench. "What the slag are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact he ditched you." Sideswipe was quite certain of it now considering the fact Ratchet was here rather then First Aid going to Medbay.
"I don't know what you mean. First Aid is…"
"Taking a wash in the cleanser by now." Sideswipe couldn't help but smile at the mental picture of the little Medic covered helm-to-stabiliser servo in brightly coloured paint.
Ratchet snarled sharply, his conclusions being far more different then what the reality actually was. The only reason Aid would go for a run in the cleanser now would be if he was 'dirty'… And from the look on Sideswipe's face the other had clearly gotten what he wanted from the smaller Medic. With a hissing growl of anger, he suddenly slammed the smaller twin square against the wall, an arm pressing against the base of the other's throat, the big green frame was vibrating with fury.
"Hatchet! SLAG let me go!" The Twin hissed sharply, struggling against the grip on him, surprised by the actually physical violence he was at the end of.
"If you touch him again, I'll remove your fingers one by one without anaesthetic."
Sideswipe was wondering what on Cybertron had gotten into Ratchet's processors before he suddenly put two and two together… Ratchet thought he had… done… the little Medic. Well Aid was particularly adorable and Sides wouldn't have minded finding out just what happened when someone bent the little Bot over and gave him a nice feeling up. He couldn't help but want to goad Ratchet on, the expression was too interesting to ignore. "He already gave me what I wanted." Well he had gotten the tool he had been after…
A vicious growl like some massive fierce animal was escaping the big Medic, his weight pressing harder against Sideswipe, almost choking off his fuel supplies to his cranial processors. "And you would just discard him? He's just another 'face to you. First Aid is not a toy."
"And you would know how?"
Sideswipe was sent sprawling to the corridor wall, Ratchet thrusting him away determined to go to First Aid… the other would need him… No telling what damage had been done!
"SLAG YOU!" And the Medic was moving past him, hand to the door lock, remembering well that First Aid had actually given him the lock code to his Workbay and it slipped open before him.
A slender frame stood in the middle of the workbay a drying cloth in his hands as he was rubbing as his damp frame, glancing at his armour that was being soaked to remove the worse of the paint that was sticking to it. Completely bare of any armour, his slender aft was directed towards the doorway, his helm underneath the edge of the drying cloth, trying to remove the last touches of moisture. When he heard the previously locked door slide open behind him and not shut again.
Ratchet was riveted to the spot staring at the slender little body that stood completely bared to his optics, and he was instantly aroused at the sight. How could he not be? First Aid was beautiful. Beautiful, damp and completely unarmoured…
Instantly, Aid twisted about, the cloth sliding from his hands as he stared at the Mech in the doorway, bright pale blue optics blinking once, twice… for a moment there was happiness on those optics before it was instantly replaced by anger. "Get out." The Medic snapped, not realising exactly what state he was in, but all he knew was his Spark was hurting and he really wanted to yell at someone.
Ratchet was startled by the words that were directed at him. The fact of the matter really was he had never seen First Aid angry before, pale blue optics were burning with emotions, though he didn't quite know why the other was angry at him. "Aid… I…"
"I said, get out." The little Medic was furious.
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