Okay, everybody…I know I haven't updated in an unacceptably long time, but hear me out….

Ever since December, I've been going to rehearsals for my high school's musical. We've had them nearly every day of the school week, and they last until at least 5. Not long ago we were approaching opening night, which meant we had to stay after school even longer.

Now as you can imagine, this ate up A LOT of my free time, so I wasn't really able to write much. But now I realize just how long it's been, so I wanted to explain to you all what's been taking me so long. Now, I didn't wanna just tease you all with another boring announcement like this, so I quickly whipped up a little side story from the last chapter to try to make up for my absence. This was something I had in mind from the beginning, but I wasn't really sure where to fit it into the main story, so I say now is a good time to write it.

"And here I was hopping your pretty little head was finally back to normal."

Ratchet closely examined through his magnifying eye all of the wires and chips before him. His patient sat as still as she could with several parts of her head opened up and branching out to give him a good look at Arcee's processor.

"I thought so too, Ratchet…" she said softly. "But I can't shake the feeling that there's still one thing I'm forgetting." She lowered her eyes when she heard his exasperated sigh. "I don't want to bother you anymore. I'm sure it's nothing important."

"No, no, it's not a problem. You never know how important this could be." He poked around her CPU some more. "I'm sure I'll jog the memory out sooner or later."

The pink fembot began to grow uncomfortable as the room went back to its previous silence. "Ratchet…why do you work so hard to make sure I'm okay?"

He paused in his work for only a second, looking up before continuing. "You're a part of our team now. It's my job to take care of everyone."

Arcee shook her head, which made her painfully remember that tools were close to the inside of her processor. Ratchet pulled them back. "Hey, careful!! I coulda accidentally knocked out something important."

"Sorry…" she said in a voice quiet and sad enough to be a whimper. "I really don't want to make this any harder for you."

Ratchet's expression briefly faltered from hearing her sound like that. "It's fine, really." He replied, scratching his head. "As long as nothing was damaged."

As he got back to his work, Arcee spoke up again. "But it's not the same way you treat the others. You worry about so much more about me, I can tell."

Ratchet sighed, not stopping. "And what of it?"

"I just…want to know why. You've known the others for much longer than you've known me, right?"

Ratchet sighed. Even after she returned to normal, not all of her memories came back to her. She had completely forgotten about the day her memory was erased, and he didn't think it was necessary to remind her of something as terrifying as her experience in the war. He remained silent, more concerned about fixing her. She suddenly let out a soft, pained hiss as something in her head sparked. He gasped, putting his tools down. "Oh Primus, what was that? Are you okay? Do you still remember everything?!"

She smiled. "Don't worry, I'm alright." She blinked. "Oh, actually…I feel a little kink in my back." She looked up at him with bigger-than-they-usually-looked optics. "You think you can help me?"

Ratchet was caught slightly off guard by the higher-pitched voice she used. "Eh, sure. Just lay down on the table there."

"Oh, I don't think that's necessary." She gave a very slight smirk as she started to stand up. She knelt at the side of his legs and bent forward over them. She tried her hardest to hold in a giggle as she could feel him moving uncomfortably. "Please?" she asked sweetly.

Ratchet gulped quietly as he reached for his tools. Very unfortunately for him, that's when whatever commotion was going on in the other room decided to come to this room. Even more unfortunately for him was that the one who opened the door was Bumblebee.

"Whoah whoah whoah WHOAH!! Just WHAT is going on here!" He shouted very loudly, backing away. Behind him, he could see Bulkhead trying to cover Sari's eyes.

"Wait, fraggit, it's not what you think!" Ratchet shouted back, holding up his hand in defense as Arcee sneakily slid off of him to take the heat on his own.

She now remembered the last bit of information that she had lost so long ago. It certainly wasn't important, but it felt much better now that she had it back. Now she could have much more fun with the Medibot, because now she remembered all she had learned about flirting when she was younger.

Finally, it's finished! Sorry again for the wait. Just for a note, it's been a while since I've written anything, especially a Transformers story, so apologies if things just sound…off. It's also been a LONG time since I saw TFA, and I hardly even remember anything about what happened to Arcee in season three, so sorry again if things aren't totally accurate. I'll try as hard as I can to get the next real chapter out soon.