Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Firefly95 - LOL, that's what had me laughing about it. Imagining the chair stuck to Optimus, his facial expressions, and him trying to tug/whack the chair off.
The Pumpkin Guardian - Here you go, I just wrote this one. I can't guarantee it'll be funny, but this was the idea that hit me. I do hope you enjoy it either way. :)
DenisTheMenace12 - LOL, It was just too wrong of an image not to laugh at, huh?
Rubyswordmaster - LOL, no one is out of the reach of the twins.
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(Normal POV)
Being stuck in his office all day, working on repairing damaged Autobots, getting out was a nice relief. While some of his sub-routines still screamed there were injuries to fix, and a mess to clean up, Ratchet forcefully ignored them, knowing he needed to recharge, or he risked making a mistake.
And who would he be if he didn't follow his own advice, once in a while?
At least things had calmed down, since Sunstreaker and Sideswipe showed up last minute to help NEST take out a couple of Decepticons in France. Now, if only they stayed that way. As new arrivals, with all of the tours and such, Ratchet could only hope the troublesome twins would be far too busy to get back to their usual pranking ways.
Luckily, since Ironhide was in fairly good condition, that left him to be the one to explain to the humans why more Autobots dreaded seeing the twins than anything. It didn't help they seemed to like to target himself and Ironhide more than anyone.
Well, that wasn't true. Prowl, while being an amazing officer, had a faulty logistics program, which often resulted in the temporary offlining of the soldier, when they were overtaxed. Someone, Ratchet forgot whom, made the dreadful mistake of mentioning this to the twins, and instead of seeing this as the unforunate problem it was, they saw it as a golden opporunity.
'Ratchet to Prime.' A thought had just occured to him. 'We had best ask our human allies to increase the amount of medical supplies they usually bring in.' Considering that more often than not the twins pranks end up with some sort of damage and required repair, he thought stocking up was the best idea.
'Aknowledged. I'll make the call now. How are you, old friend?'
In truth, he'd been overworked as of late. Even a evening drive along the base walls, on the outside, enjoying the sunset, was a pleasant break. 'Weary. I have taken care of most of the necessary repairs. The rest will have to wait until after my recharge.' He hated leaving things undone, but there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. Despite Mikaela's insistance of helping him, she was just too small for some jobs.
'Understood. Get some rest. Prime out.'
With a mental nod and sigh, Ratchet weight his options. He could go back inside to his recharging berth, but that would likely mean having to pass by a lot of people who'd want to chat, not to mention the noise of the wide awake Autobots, and the humans. It was a cool night out, but it barely served to phase him, and it was a lot quieter out here. A quick check of the Worldwide web also told him the weather was due to remain clear all night.
Settling down in a more remote section of the base, Ratchet left his emergency communications on, so that if absolutely necessary, he could be reached. He then turned everything else off, and shut down for the night.
The last thing his visual sensors picked up on was the beautiful clear night, and the blanket of stars that seemed to hang over him.
(Some Time Later)
'Prime to Ratchet.'
Startled out of his recharge, it took a moment for the medibot to recall where he was, and why he was out there. A quick scan of the local time showed he'd been recharging for several hours, and though he could rest a bit longer, he felt a lot better than he had. Cycling his vents a little, he stretched on his axels before transforming into his bipedal form and taking a second to admire the beautious array of sunrise colors.
'Optimus Prime to Ratchet. Please respond.' The tone was dry, and almost a hint irritated.
Frowning to himself, Ratchet turned and began his journey back to the base. 'Ratchet here. What's wrong?' All pleasantries aside, there were very few reasons for Prime's tone, and none of them promised to be rewarding.
'We may...have a bit of an issue. Please report to your medical bay as soon as possible.' There was a sigh. 'Prime out.'
Marching in through the large hangar doors, Ratchet slowed his pace as he carefully made his way past several humans, who were scurrying about. He bid a quick hello to several of his fleshy friends, as well as pausing only long enough to check up on a few errant Autobots, whom he'd fixed up the night before.
"Prowl, I thought I told you to rest." He glared darkly at the 'bot, using his scanner to check over the damage to the chief of security's arm. Prowl flinched as the red beam hit him, but didn't say a word as he turned and stalked off. Ratchet would have been insulted, if he hadn't recognized the look of defeat in his eyes.
Stalking off down the halls, when Ratchet made his way to the med bay, he swiped his hand over the controls and stepped inside, once the door was open.
...Only to freeze and look around in confusion.
"This...isn't right." His optics scanned the room, before he uploaded a base scematic and ran over it. I went the right way. Which he'd never doubted. As an Autobot, he had a better memory than any human. It was what they'd call 'photographic', meaning once he saw something once, he didn't forget.
So, why, when he made all the right turns, turns he'd made dozens of times by this point, had he ended up in Optimus Prime's office, rather than his medical bay?
He scanned the room again, immediately recognizing Optimus' desk and chair, as well as a few pieces of Earth art the government had given him as a gift, seeing as how everyone knew he loved art. Turning around, he left the room and made his way back outside, realizing as he went that he hadn't made any wrong turns. Still, once he was at the entrance, he turned around and went back, carefully watching which way he went this time.
And he studiously ignored the confused gazes of many people, who he'd greeted only moments before on his way by. When he once again ended up at Optimus' office, he briefly wondered if he'd somehow damaged his navigation sub-routines. Then he sighed. Shuttering his optics, Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nose and contacted Optimus.
'Ratchet to Optimus. Where are you?'
'In your med bay.' Was the bemused answer. 'And yourself?'
'Your office.'
'I will meet you there, old friend. I have a feeling I know what's going on.' Was that a hint of humor in his voice?
Cycling his vents, Ratchet moved further into the room. This doesn't make sense. I know this is where my office was. The room's even the same shape and size. Then again, most rooms for the Autobots were the same shape and size, so that didn't really make much difference. With a deep frown, Ratchet's optics narrowed. I'll bet a week's energon the twins are behind this.
It only took a moment for Optimus to arrive, and the larger 'bot looked torn between amusement and being annoyed. When he walked in, he scanned the room quickly and shook his head with an audible sigh. "I should have known." Looking to Ratchet, one optic ridge rose. "The twins seem to have switched our rooms. I believe it's an old Earth prank."
Frowning, Ratchet turned around. "There's nothing funny about this." He wasn't just complaining, either. There really didn't appear to be anything funny about this prank.
Considering no damage was done, however, and it made no difference to them where their rooms were, they decided to leave it be.
They didn't realize until after what the joke was.
Especially when distracted they'd walk to their old office, out of habit, only to find themselves in the wrong place, and have to turn around and go back. Then, once they'd actually become used to the new rooms, the twins decided to sneakily switch things back.
Let's just put it this way, when Ratchet cheerily walked into what he'd become used to as his new office, he was sorely disappointed to find that it was once again Optimus' office, and the leader was found sitting behind his desk, flipping a wrench in the air with a thoroughly bemused expression on his face plates.
"At least this time no one was damaged." Optimus tried to be, well, optimistic.
CLANK!!
Ratchet pulled a wrench out of seemingly nowhere, and hit Optimus right between the optics with it, before storming out of the room muttering about evil twins who had to be Decepticons in disguise.
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Note: Honestly, I didn't find this chapter funny. :S Maybe cute at the end with Optimus getting beaned, but... -Shrugs- I do have better chapters, I promise, I think this one was only a failure because of the specific prank used. :S
Up Next : 3 - Ironhide and the Big Balls of Doom
Hope you liked it anyways.
R+R please.
Thank you.
Tenshi
