Author's Note: Here at long last, is the chapter in which the twins get into mischief. I hope you enjoy and as always, please leave a review!!
Chapter 13
Only a short amount of time had passed since the twins were finally cleared with a perfect bill of health. Now they had come to learn some very important things in this very brief time span. For one thing, it would be another three joors before their first instructor tutored them.
Until that time, Optimus had wisely left them with a few game chips and a data-pad for them to share. Only this time, the wise leader of the Autobots, failed to foresee that these two particular younglings would quickly lose interest and do what every youngling did when they finally caught the boredom disease—get into mischief.
Sunny and Sides had come up with the brilliant idea to help Ratchet in the med-bay…only to find the med-bay completely deserted.
"He's not here. Now what should we do?"
"Maybe we can still help somehow…"
That was when one of the twins spotted it.
It was abandoned, lying harmlessly on the floor.
"Hey Sunny, look at this!"
The yellow twin skittered across the room in excitement when a silver gleam caught his optical sensors, the object already under the careful scrutiny of his brother. Sides hefted the metal object up with both hands and stared at it in awe. It was amazing…it was magnificent…it was…
"What is this thing?"
Sunny cocked his bright yellow head to the side with a small shrug.
Sides grunted as he handed it to his twin for him to inspect.
"It's kind of heavy…"
"I think Ratchet uses this thing to fix owies with…"
"But…it's so big!"
"Maybe this one is only for big bots, like Optimus."
The two younglings marveled over their find and moved further into the bowels of Ratchet's domain.
"Hey, look up there!"
Sunny pointed up to where an entire wall was covered in similar such instruments. A few were identical to the one they had found abandoned on the floor. They were composed of many shapes and sizes, the very tools that Ratchet used to repair injured bots. Those particular tools were hanging from pegs above a counter next to one of the exam tables.
"We should put this back."
"Up there? But…we're too small! We can't reach that high!"
Sides thought about their dilemma with a small pout. The youngling turned and began to scan his surroundings with focused optics.
"That should work!"
Sides ran over to where a small metal stepping stool rested against one wall. He pushed it across the room until it was right next to the exam table.
"Okay…I'll climb up, and you hand me that thing once I'm up there."
"Okay," Sunny agreed readily.
The red twin managed to clamber up onto the exam table via stepping stool and then reached down with outstretched hands. Sunny handed him the object without protest.
Sides laughed weakly but made no move to pull it up with him. Sunny raised an optic ridge and continued to stare his brother down. Sides remained frozen in place with the thing still clasped in both hands.
"What? What's the matter?"
Sides looked sheepish and the youngling half-whispered out of embarrassment.
"It's too heavy…I can't lift it up here by myself."
"Okay, I'm coming."
Sunny pushed the stool over and then climbed up after his brother. He reached over the ledge and with their combined strength, they easily hefted it up onto even ground. The twins shared a grin and then studied the tool resting next to them on the table.
"Okay, now we just have to cross that small gap to get to the counter and put it back."
Sunny peered over the "small" gap to see that it wasn't as small as his brother claimed.
"We're gonna have to jump across."
Sides crept closer and clicked in disgust when he saw their predicament.
"Let me jump across Sides…I'm not scared to."
His twin snapped his head up to look at him with an adorable pout.
"I'm not scared!"
"Then why are you shaking like that?"
The red twin followed his brother's pointed index finger to look down at himself to see that he was indeed, shivering.
Feeling the need to prove himself Sides managed to get most of the shivering under control, although deep down fear radiated within his spark. He hated heights along with the very real prospect of falling...
Sunny shook his head with a knowing smile and placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder.
"I can feel that you're scared…don't worry, I'll do it."
Sides continued to pout, not happy that his brother was right and handed over the tool.
"Be careful Sunny."
Sunny smiled as he took the object.
"Don't worry about it, I'll be fine."
With a concentrated look filled with raw determination, Sunny took a running leap and flew over the gap between the table and countertop to land in a comical heap. He gave his twin a thumbs up from where he was currently sprawled out and tangled in a pile of various, multicolored wires to let him know he was okay. After freeing himself, he retrieved Ratchet's miscellaneous tool and trotted over to gaze at the vast collection hanging on the wall in front of him.
The only available peg was near the top row, out of his reach. He dropped the tool on the counter and looked back at his brother.
"Sides, I can't reach it!"
"Maybe you can use that box over there!"
Sunny found the transparent container filled with nuts and bolts that his brother suggested and used it as another stepping stool. It wobbled a little under his weight but he managed to stay balanced. He hopped up a couple of times until he finally managed to snag the tool on the vacant peg and whooped with joy at his success. His celebration was short lived however when he lost his balance and fell forward, into the wall of tools. They fell off of their individual pegs, burying him beneath a sea of gleaming, silver metal.
One of the larger tools that had thankfully avoided landing on the youngling, ended up knocking into the container filled with nuts and bolts. It slid off of the counter and crashed on the floor, spilling its contents in every direction. One of the circular nuts rolled into a precariously leaning dustpan which in turn knocked over a broom and then a mop which crashed into another wall mounted with various sizes and compositions of power tools which fell onto a neatly stacked pile of sheet metal. Needless to say, the neatly stacked pile of sheet metal was no longer neatly stacked…
A small, yellow head poked up from the pile of tools once the noise had finally stopped. Sunny surveyed the scene before looking at his shocked brother a couple yards away.
"Oops…"
The only tool still hanging on the walls of the med-bay was the one that he managed to replace.
"All you can say is oops?!" Sides' voice squeaked in dismay as he continued to stare at the disaster area.
Sides groaned from where he was watching atop the exam table and gestured frantically.
"Hurry and put those back!"
Sunny was just preparing to leap back into action when the tell-tale sounds of the outer med-bay doors opening reached their audios. The twins shared a horrified look and froze, unsure of what to do. The door swooshed open just then to reveal Ratchet, currently preoccupied in conversation with a rather talkative Wheeljack who was explaining the blueprints of the new project he had yet to construct. The twins shifted optics to look at each other silently telling the other not to make any sudden moves.
Surprisingly, neither mech noticed the two younglings or the mess that currently decorated Ratchet's once pristinely organized repair ward.
The two elder Autobots stood in the doorway, continuing to talk before turning their backs on the med-bay and walked back out. The door hissed shut and re-locked, leaving the two startled younglings alone once more.
Sides wondered for a brief moment how the elders hadn't heard all of that racket. His optics locked onto the plastic and fabric covered walls and it was then that he realized the whole interior of the med-bay was sound proof.
"Okay…hurry Sunny!"
Sunny scrambled back to try and clean up the mess he made. In his panicked haste to replace the last five, he ended up slipping, managing to knock three to the floor with loud clangs and clatters.
Well…at least the room was still soundproof.
Both younglings locked optics with each other for a brief moment before turning horrified expressions to the door. It was opening again.
"HIDE!" Sides hissed furiously before sliding down from the table and scurried under the recharge berth, keeping to the dark shadows.
Sunny squeaked in panic as he leapt back onto the exam table. The final sequence of moving mechanical parts in the double doors alerted the youngling to the imminent entrance of an elder that was most likely not going to be pleased with the sight of this place.
Sunny dove head first into the nearest available hiding spot, which was namely…a box filled with scrap.
The twins cringed from where they remained hidden as they heard a gasp followed by frantic footsteps that carried the individual into the heart of the room.
"What in the name of Primus happened here?!"
Ratchet growled low as he reached down to pick up one of his many wrenches that had fallen off of his tool rack hanging on the wall.
"Slag…it's gonna take half a century to clean up this mess…"
Sunny peered through the cracks of the various bits of machinery he was currently hiding in and watched with mild fascination as the medic expertly twirled one of his wrenches on his finger before sub-spacing it in a compartment on his hip.
Ratchet opened up a comlink.
:: Ratchet to Optimus, do you read me?::
:: Optimus here, what is it? ::
:: Someone has completely trashed my med-bay:
Silence greeted the medic's audios for a minute.
:: I'm sorry; I must have heard you wrong. It sounded like you said that someone trashed your med-bay:
Ratchet swore furiously in Cybertronian, actually picking up a wrench and hurling it across the room in his rage.
:: SLAG IT PRIME!! DO YOU NEED YOUR AUDIOS CHECKED?! Yes…SOMEONE…has trashed my med-bay:
Silence again.
:: That's very unfortunate. If you need anyone to assist you in the clean-up, Jazz can be there momentarily:
:: Frag it all, Optimus...I don't care about that right now, I just want to know WHO is the slagging glitch head responsible for this!!::
The silence lasted much longer this time.
:: Optimus? Do you read me?::
:: I apologize…for some unknown reason, the twins are not in their assigned quarters:
This time the silence was on Ratchet's end. Sunny clamped one hand over his lip components doing his best to hold back a giggle as one of the CMO's optics began to twitch.
:: I see. Once you find them, I wish to have a word with them:
:: Acknowledged, we are running through the security holos now:
The com-line cut out, bathing the med-bay in blessed silence.
Ratchet groaned as he began to re-organize some of the mess. Sunny tensed and curled further in on himself, when Ratchet suddenly turned his head to look directly at his hiding place with a raised optic ridge. The yellow twin began to panic but remained perfectly still.
Oh no…can he see me?
I don't see you from where I am, so yeah…you should be okay.
Ratchet is coming towards me!!
Just don't move…
It took extreme self-control for Sunny to remain still when every logic circuit within his processor screamed at him to RUN. He squeaked when the box he was hiding in was picked up by the CMO. The medic grunted from the effort and eyed the box with a critical eye.
"That's odd…I could almost swear this wasn't as full a joor ago…"
After a moment, Ratchet merely shrugged and continued walking towards his intended destination. Sunny could see through the small slit in the box, a brightly bolded sign on the wall that was rapidly approaching.
It said: Airlock disposal
Uh oh…that didn't sound good.
Ratchet hummed happily to himself as he activated the opening mechanism and dumped the contents of the box down the chute. Sunny giggled with pure delight as he was sent sliding down where he finally landed in a heap with the rest of the scrap at the bottom. A red strobe light was flashing beside an air sealed door. The youngling squeaked when the door opened, jettisoning the contents of the small room, sending him wheeling out into space. He felt his systems slowing from the cold but remained online as he began to float next to the ship. Thanks to the force of the airlock jettison, his flight carried him past various viewports.
The first viewport took him past the face of a stunned Ratchet whose optics looked about ready to explode once he caught sight of him outside of the hull. The CMO disappeared, most likely to find help. Sunny actually didn't mind being out here…it was calm and peaceful. And the stars were pretty. His attention was redirected when he spotted another familiar face.
One hallway was composed entirely of viewport material.
Sunny giggled and waved at one of the passing mechs who looked at him with a smile before doing a shocked double take. The mech, Mirage if the name served him right, dropped the stack of data pads to the floor with wide optics as he continued to watch a bright yellow youngling float past the observation deck. He ran and waved his arms, screaming something unintelligible at him. Sunny cocked his head and shrugged in confusion since he was unable to hear what the mech was saying. Mirage kept running alongside him but ran headlong into a wall once the corridor and viewport windows had all ended.
His uncontrolled flight took him past one of the officer's quarters. He peered in as he floated past to catch optic contact with none other than Ironhide. The weapons specialist also did a double take looking absolutely startled, in which time his left cannon discharged a plasma round, creating a huge crater in the floor of his room. The last glance Sunny had of him, the black armored mech was holding one scorched foot while hopping on the other, most likely screaming profanities at his misfortune.
Meanwhile, Optimus and Prowl were currently discussing new and improved security measures and battle tactics on the bridge when they received multiple calls from the crew.
:: There is a youngling OUTSIDE of the ship!!::
:: We have a youngling overboard, Captain:
:: SIR! You need to look out the nearest viewport, starboard side:
Prowl turned to see a bright yellow youngling slowly cart-wheeling in an uncontrolled yet predictable path, spinning head over heels out in space. Without turning to look at Prime, he reached over and tapped Optimus on the shoulder. Optimus who had been questioning the mech currently on the com turned to see what had caught his tactician's attention.
"Well, you don't see that everyday…" Prowl commented with a small smirk as the youngling continued to float past.
Sunny spotted Optimus and grinned happily, waving furiously at him with much vigor from where he was currently situated upside down before tumbling right side up again. Optimus's wide optics followed the little one, his mouth hanging open in shocked disbelief. His head turning slowly to the left as the youngling finally floated around until he was plastered on the bridge's forward viewport.
The youngling's adorable little face was scrunched up in discomfort as he was currently getting acquainted with the glass-like material, his little body spread eagled as if he was in the middle of a jumping jack. Since the ship was operating on impulse power, there was enough forward thrust to keep the little one glued to the viewport until someone went out to retrieve him.
:: Who is the nearest to the docking bay?::
:: I am sir:
:: Jazz, please retrieve our small charge from the forward viewport and return with him to the med-bay:
:: Yes, sir:
Jazz left the launch bay, using a small thruster pack to propel him towards his intended target. While he was outside and passing the viewports where his fellows smiled or waved at him from inside, he saluted them before using his spin to perform some highly entertaining break dance moves in the vast expanse of space, keeping to his famous motto of "do it in style or not at all".
"Heh, this ain't so bad…this is kinda fun, don't ya think?!"
Sunny heard the approaching mech and caught a glimpse of Jazz spazzing out nearby and couldn't help but giggle again at the mech's antics.
Jazz soon spotted the youngling and maneuvered himself closer, ending his break-dancing routine.
"Hey kid, I gotcha'…hold tight now, we're gonna go for a little ride."
Once Sunny was secured in his arms, he activated the jetpack and flew back to the docking bay.
"Yo Hatchet! I got the kid…he's alrigh' so don't blow a circuit!"
Ratchet was already in the docking bay, tapping a foot nervously, hoping to Primus that the youngling wasn't injured. He couldn't believe he had accidentally dumped Sunny out of the airlock disposal!! So many things could have gone wrong!! The youngling could have been injured or worse…he could have been crushed beneath the weight of the scrap heap he tossed down the chute! What if there was a black hole out there and its gravity had pulled the helpless youngling in? Or if a stray comet or meteor had collided…or even ran into some random Con scout, or—
His thoughts ground to a halt the nanosecond his optics locked on to the small yellow frame of the youngling.
"Thank Primus…"
Ignoring Jazz's playful banter, he ran shoving the shorter mech aside and immediately scooped the youngling up from where he was standing and held him close to his chest as if to reassure himself that Sunny was indeed alive and in one piece.
"I'm so glad you are safe…"
Ratchet held Sunny against him in a near crushing grip, the youngling's face now compressed against the medic's chest plating. Sunny's optics flickered and he struggled to free himself while gasping through semi-blocked vents.
"You-re…crush-ing…me!"
Ratchet immediately pulled the youngling away from him, holding Sunny up in front of his worried face. The CMO had two gentle hands beneath Sunny's underarm cavities, holding the youngling up for inspection.
"Let me have a look at you…"
The CMO immediately began to run a scan to make sure that Sunny was truly unharmed, only satisfied with the results after the seventh scan. He was reluctant to set the squirming youngling back down and decided to carry him back to the med-bay, despite the little one's protests.
"I can walk myself you know…"
"I know youngling."
Sunny was currently pouting with crossed arms as Ratchet carried him through the maze of corridors by his scruff bar, his legs instinctively curled in beneath him making him appear like a little cyber kitten.
They passed Mirage on the observation deck, Sunny smiling shyly from Ratchet's firm yet gentle grasp after the spy winked at him as he collected the remaining two data pads from the floor.
When they finally reached the med-bay, the youngling was a little surprised to find his twin already out from his hiding place. He was currently collecting all of the stray nuts and bolts and putting them back in the container. Ratchet finally set him down on the floor after shutting the door behind them and he knelt down so that he was at optic level with the little one.
"Sunny…I would appreciate it if you helped me clean this mess. I know that it was you and your brother that did it. From now on, you are both forbidden to touch any of my tools!"
Sunny nodded slowly, with a sad face.
Ratchet was a little confused by this.
"What's the matter?"
"I just wanted to help…"
Ratchet heard the story from the twins about their adventure in trying to return his stray tool, only to end up creating the disaster area by mistake. As much as Ratchet wanted to stay angry, he just couldn't, especially with the way Sunny was looking at him now. Primus…he really did look like a little lost cyber puppy.
The yellow twin sniffled and turned teary optics up on his elder with the most adorable expression the CMO had ever seen. His resolve crumbled and he sighed as his stern expression melted away.
"That was very thoughtful of you, Sunny. And for future reference…this is called a wrench. And the troublesome mechs who complain or give me trouble always get rewarded by receiving one of these."
Sunny's optics brightened and he nodded his head happily. Maybe someday, if he did exactly as Ratchet just said he would get a wrench all for himself…
"Okay, I'll help you!"
For the rest of the joor, the three teamed up in sorting through the mess and placed everything back so that the med bay appeared just as it had before the accident.
Once they were finished, Ratchet smiled fondly down at the twins.
"Thank you for your help today. And Sunny…"
Sunny turned to look at Ratchet expectantly.
"Don't you EVER hide in one of my scrap boxes, again!"
The medic hoped that the youngling had learned his lesson. Ratchet sure learned his…from that day forward, he always checked to make sure that there were no sneaky or mischievous younglings hiding in any of the boxes that were to be sent to the airlock disposal.
At least by some divine fortune, wheeljack had accidentally destroyed the ship's single functioning trash compactor with his last invention roughly three orns ago. Ratchet shuddered to think what would have happened had he accidentally thrown Sunny in there…
"Now Ironhide will be here in a few minutes to pick you up, until then you can just—"
Ratchet was cut off when the door opened and Ironhide hopped in…on one foot.
"Dare I ask, what happened this time?"
Ironhide growled as he held up his damaged foot for the medic to see.
"I saw Sunny floating out the viewport…"
Ratchet was stunned into silence as he fit the pieces together.
"So you shot yourself in the foot?!"
"Kind of…"
The black armored mech trailed off helplessly, embarrassed enough as it was that he practically blew his own foot off and silenced the two giggling younglings with a glare.
Ratchet hit Ironhide with his wrench.
"That's for being such a glitch-head!! Now SIT DOWN!"
Ironhide all but dove onto the nearest exam table, doing everything within his power to avoid Ratchet's infamous wrath…after all, his cranial unit was still slightly dented from his last visit.
Ratchet dismissed the two younglings with a warning.
"You two, stay out of trouble!"
He went back to repairing Ironhide's foot. The twins shared a look and shrugged before walking out of the med-bay.
They wandered around for a bit, Sunny telling his twin all about his adventure out in space until they both found themselves in front of an unfamiliar door. It was unlocked and opened the moment they got near it.
"Hey…what do you think is in there?"
"Let's find out…"
The twins walked in and the door swished shut behind them as the automatic lights thrummed on above them, illuminating the room.
"Someone lives here…"
"Yeah but who?"
There was a recharge berth in one corner, a desk in the other and a bookshelf dividing the bed and desk in the very center of the back wall. It was filled with holo-books and holo-vids. Sides went over to investigate and made a face at his discovery.
"It's just a bunch of boring stuff…"
Sunny found one of the holo-books lying harmlessly on the chair next to the desk. It activated after he opened it and began to replay a video about how to re-attach a severed limb.
"Eww…that's gross!!"
Sunny slammed it closed and put it back on the chair.
As the twins continued to explore the new room, they both stumbled upon a very interesting find.
The red twin reached for a holo-vid that was clearly unmarked. It had no labels like all of the other ones. It activated the moment his hands touched it, replaying a video that was very, very old.
The entire room was replaced as the holographic projections began to tell a forgotten story…
Sunny and Sides stared with wonder as they found themselves standing in a classroom. There were other younglings scattered throughout the room, most of which were playing with colorful toys or puzzles.
One youngling in particular caught their optics.
A lone youngling, sat in the very center of the room by himself, completely oblivious to the other younglings that ran past him.
He was a red and white colored youngling who was rather small in stature. He had around him, a splendid collection of toy tools. A plastic hammer was currently situated in one tiny fist while his other hand was busy preparing a plastic nail to be hammered into a piece of play dough.
Another youngling, this one blue and silver in color walked up to stand beside the littlest one who was currently preoccupied with his project.
The older one rocked back and forth on his heels and sneered down at the other.
"Back to playing Dr. Nobody?"
The little youngling ignored him and busily hammered away at the play dough.
"That's stupid…you aren't even fixing anything!!"
Once again, silence.
"My father said that if you're not going to use tools properly, then don't use them at all!"
The blue and gray youngling walked around and kicked some of the other youngling's play-tools away, finally eliciting a response.
The red and white youngling looked up with a glare, looking at the elder with calculating optics.
"You stupid glitch-head!"
His tiny voice squeaked angrily as he crawled back up to his feet.
Before the older youngling could react, the little one had leapt at him with a furious screech and began to pummel him repeatedly in the head with his toy hammer.
One of the blows actually succeeded in temporarily off-lining the young mech and he fell to the floor in a stunned daze. The little youngling hummed happily to himself as he collected his scattered tools and returned to the side of his fallen classmate. He then began to unscrew and completely disassemble the bully's arm, using his plastic toy tools.
A few minutes later and the older youngling ran to his teacher crying while holding his arm up for her to see.
"Instructor Arcee…look at what Dr. Freak-bot did to me!!"
The pink femme teacher turned and when she saw the youngling holding his own arm she screamed shrilly in alarm.
"Who did this to you, Sentinal?!"
"HE DID!!"
The youngling pointed an accusing finger at the perfectly content red and white youngling who was back to playing with his toy tools.
The teacher sighed and palm faced herself, just as a charcoal colored youngling ran by and stole Sentinel's arm. The youngling screeched and ran after him.
"Ironhide, give Sentinel back his arm, this instant!!"
Ironhide smirked before taking the pilfered arm and slapped Sentinel in the face with his own appendage. The blue and gray youngling fell on his aft and cried.
The red and white youngling who had been observing the entire spectacle from across the room got up and approached Ironhide.
"What do you want?"
The red and white youngling took his toy wrench and threw it at the dark youngling's head, knocking him down.
"To teach you to be nice to people, you stupid slag-heap!"
Sunny and Sides shared a stunned look as they finally realized who the red and white youngling was.
The twins kept watching with wide eyed fascination.
Youngling Ratchet took his toy screwdriver and his hammer and began to re-attach Sentinel's arm, exactly the way it was.
"Be nicer to me…or else I'll take apart your legs next time!"
Sentinel nodded his head vigorously before running away once the youngling was repaired again.
Ratchet was very intelligent for his young age.
And that was why Arcee was currently contacting the science division that very nanosecond after witnessing the entire spectacle.
The holo-vid ended there and the twins sat in stunned silence for a few minutes before looking at each other again.
"He took that youngling's arm off."
"He deserved it though…he was a meany."
"He threw something at Ironhide."
"That was my favorite part," Sunny grinned widely.
"Ratchet almost seemed sad…"
"Why do you think he was sad?"
Sides shrugged.
"Maybe later, we can ask him!"
"Sounds good..."
The twins put the holovid back where they got it from and quickly left Ratchet's quarters before the CMO found them going through his personal possessions.
They returned to the med-bay to find that it was empty...AGAIN.
Sunny sighed and shook his small head, feeling a sense of deja-vu when he spotted another wrench on the floor.
"I say we leave it there this time..."
Sides stared at it thoughtfully, the gears turning in his head as the young bot remembered something.
"He said we aren't allowed to touch any of his tools..."
Sunny remembered what Ratchet had said before and wondered just what they could do to earn their very own wrench...
"How can we do anything when we aren't allowed to touch it?"
Sides patted his brother on the back with a devilish smirk.
"I'm not going to touch it...I'm just going to move it."
Sunny blinked in confusion and watched his twin cross the room, pull out some invisible string (where he got that from, Sunny didn't know) and without touching the wrench, managed to firmly tie the transparent string around it. He hurried back to his twin where they both crawled under a recharge berth to hide just as Ratchet came back in. The moment the medic spotted it he sighed loudly and crossed the room to pick it up.
Sides pulled on the string a little, moving the wrench a few inches away from Ratchet when the medic wasn't looking. When his grasping fingers touched a bare floor he turned to look down to see that the wrench was now innocently sitting about half a foot away. He muttered to himself as he attempted to swipe it off of the ground again, this time locking narrowed optics on it.
The CMO yelped and jumped a foot back when his wrench MOVED. Last time he checked, his tools weren't supposed to be doing that...
"Alright, time to put you back where you belong! If...you would just...HOLD STILL!!!"
Ratchet reached down a couple more times to pick it up again, only to have his fingers swipe at empty air. The wrench slid across the floor, beckoning him to follow. The CMO followed the evil wrench that had escaped his grasp more than thrice now, suspicion forming interesting theories within his processor.
A soft giggle broke the still silence.
Ratchet's optic started twitching although a nanosecond later the medical officer was fighting back a grin.
"Do I hear a couple of trouble making younglings nearby?"
Ratchet was smiling now as he walked deliberately past their chosen hiding spot.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!"
The twins remained as still as possible beneath their hiding place. Sides choked back another giggle when two large feet stopped in front of their chosen refuge. The CMO continued to play their little game, enjoying himself for once.
"Where in the galaxy could those two be? I'll be so sad and lonely if they don't come back!!"
Before the twins knew what hit them, they were dragged out by a chuckling elder who held them in the air by their scruff bars. The little ones kicked and struggled but to no avail.
"Let us go!"
"Put us down!!"
The two younglings were pleading through their giggles.
"And what brings a couple of mischief making younglings to my med bay?"
Ratchet set one down and focused his sole attention on the red one currently in his grasp.
Sides shrieked in delight when the CMO began to tickle him. Ratchet traded the red one for the yellow and continued to tickle the twins, one after the other. If anyone happened to walk in at that moment, they would be asking themselves if they were in the right repair ward let alone the right fraggin UNIVERSE once they witnessed the usually orneryRatchet chasing after two younglings while promising loads of tickle torture once he captured them again.
"I thought I told you both not to touch my tools?"
Ratchet was smirking as he bent down to retrieve the mystery wrench. The CMO was a little surprised to find invisible string tied around it. So that's how the twin devils did it...
As angry as the CMO usually got when some glitch-head found a way to bend his rules, he just couldn't get angry at these two for some reason. The little stunt they just pulled was harmless anyway. Sunny and Sides would most likely grow out of this phase eventually...until then he would just patiently endure the rest of the mischief the two little trouble makers managed to dish out.
If only the CMO knew, just how wrong he was in thinking that...
"I think that its high time the both of you got some recharge."
The twins groaned and offered up feeble complaints that fell on deaf audios. Ratchet chuckled as he scooped them both up and set them down on a recharge berth.
"You are both very tired...it's time to sleep, little ones."
Sunny pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm not tired!!"
Ratchet raised an optic ridge with the ghost of a smile on his face.
"Is that so?"
The medic then reached over and began to mercilessly tickle the youngling's sensitive midsection until his vents were working overtime to cool his systems down. Sunny was now laying down, staring up at the ceiling through drooping optics as the last tickle attack drained the rest of his energy.
"Not tired..."
With those final words, the yellow youngling's optics closed and he drifted off into recharge.
Sides snuggled against the warm metal of the recharge berth and tried to fake a stasis nap but he was unable to fool the elder bot. Ratchet began to gently stroke the red youngling's back panels in a soothing gesture until he too, was fast asleep.
Ratchet sighed as the med-bay was bathed in silence again. He sat beside the younglings, content to simply watch over them.
They were so peaceful and innocent while recharging...
Soon, Ratchet's head drooped and before the elder knew it, he had drifted off into a stasis nap himself.
TO BE CONTINUED!!
A/N: Just want to clarify a few things. Firstly, I figured that back in Ratchet's day when he was a youngling, the youngling's frames were not as complex as the twins are today. I figured that it would be very possible for a youngling Ratchet to disassemble his classmates arm without causing any pain or bleeding since the younglings back when the dinosaurs roamed, didn't have pain receptors or energon in their extremities yet until all bots were eventually upgraded over the years.
And due in large part to the books concerning the Transformers sequel, the Autobots were capable of fighting hand to hand with the Decepticons in space...therefore, nothing bad can really happen to them since for starters, they don't really require air to breathe and they are sentient machines, not organics.
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