Had to do at least one chapter from my favorite grouchy medic's point of view. Enjoy and don't forget to review!

Chapter 24: Ratchet's POV

I finished welding the patch over Sideswipe's knee and straightened up. "There. No unnecessary exertion until I clear you. And yes, that means transforming."

Sideswipe pouted. "Not even a little?"

"Don't make me weld you to your bunk." I pointed the appropriate instrument at him. "Now scram. Go find that pit-spawn of a brother of yours and stay out of my way."

"But I didn't even – " Sideswipe sighed as I glared at him. "Fine. I'm going." He limped his way out of the medbay, making sure to rattle the door on his way out.

I turned to point at the blue femme still sitting on the berth. "You too, Riella. Go get some rest. Speaking of rest, where's the flier kid?"

She stood up and stretched her good arm with a yawn. "I sent Hyperjump and Skystorm back to her room a few hours ago. And as for my resting, I think I'll just wait here until Prowl can go back to our room."

I patted her shoulder. "That'll be tomorrow at the earliest. You can do him more good by keeping yourself healthy. Now, head out. I'm going to go check on Hyperjump and make sure he's not causing Skystorm any problems."

Riella brightened a little. "I'll come with you."

Fragging femme. "No, you will not." I followed her out into the hall and pointed in the direction of her room. "Go get some rest, and maybe I won't put you on enforced medical leave."

She glared at me before stomping down the hall. Primus, now I know why Sideswipe is such a stubborn glitch.

I took the precaution of knocking before opening the door to Skystorm's room, just in case. Riella and Soundwave might think their sparklings were 'just talking', but I had walked in on far too many couples to make that assumption. The lack of an answer, however, indicated that I was probably safe, so I keyed in the medical override.

Skystorm was curled up on the berth, wings folded up behind her to allow for a comfortable position. Hyperjump was sprawled on the floor, head against the end of the bed and wings completely flattened. I suppressed a chuckle. Somebody's gonna wake up with cramped wings.

As much as I hated to wake her up, from what Hoist had told me Skystorm had picked up a few injuries. I tapped her shoulder gently. "Hey, kiddo. Wake up."

"Ratchet?" Her optics flashed online. "Is Prowl okay? Is he – "

"He's fine." I shushed her before Hyperjump could wake up. "Still sedated. I just need to check you and your boyfriend for any serious injuries."

She blushed. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Whatever." I started examining the cut on her cheek. "Maybe not yet."

"And that's supposed to mean?" Her optics narrowed in a familiar glare. "I wish people would stop implying that!"

"Implying what?"

Both of us turned to see Hyperjump sitting up and rubbing his neck. "Ratchet? Is something wrong?"

Skystorm blushed fiercely. "No. Nothing. In fact, Ratchet is leaving. Right. Now."

"Nice try." I didn't move. "Hyperjump, stay put. I'm going to check you after I'm done with Storm."

The femme turned back toward me. Her death glare could probably have made Megatron himself nervous.

Wonderful. I'm going to sleep with one optic open.