Disheveled Pipes:
One foot in front of the other. That's how he was going to make it to Medbay. One foot in front of the other.
Transforming was out of the question; the dent in his side made sure of that. Damn Battlechargers. Only difference between them and the Stunticons was that he could hurt Battlechargers. Runabout wasn't going to be running about anything for a while.
Pipes snickered tiredly at his joke as he continued shuffling along, pausing occasionally to rest. The other good thing about Battlechargers: they were never quiet about anything. So when Runamuck came back to try and get some quickie revenge for Runabout, he'd had plenty of forewarning.
Not that he'd been able to get out of the way. Or transform in order to protect himself. But at least he'd known who was slagging him.
He shook his head, trying to clear out thoughts like that. Spending too much time with Huffer. He's startin' to wear off on me. He snickered again. More ways than one.
Shuffle. Step. Shuffle. Step. One foot in front of the other, that was how he'd get to the Medbay and to help. Keep moving and you'll make it, he told himself. Just like back on Cybertron. Keep moving and you'll be safe. Stand still and you die.
He stepped into the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame. "Hey," he said, tiredly. "Uh, Ratchet? You busy?"
Ratchet turned around, optics going bright in surprise. "Pipes! Springer and Hot Rod have been out looking for you! What happened?"
"Ran into th' Battlechargers," Pipes said, letting Ratchet lead him toward a medtable. "Chased 'em back home but I had to walk back. S'okay, I'm fine, just a little dented up."
"Why didn't you call in?" Ratchet demanded. "Damnit, Pipes, you've got to remember you can call for backup here!"
"I know, I know, but I think my radio's busted," Pipes said, sheepishly.
"How?"
"Uhm, I think the rat nibbled a wire."
"The…rat?"
"Yeah, well, I was hidin' from th' Battlechargers and there was this rat there an' he was scared and I couldn't leave him to get squished so…uhm…I put him in my cab and I think he chewed through a couple wires he shouldn't have."
"Wonderful," Ratchet said. "As if Beachcomber, Groove and Hound weren't bad enough. Wheeljack! Where's the cheese on a string?"
"You mean the organic extractor?" Wheeljack called back. "I think Carly had it for lunch!"