Disclaimer : I don't own it.

Note : This is my first attempt at Ratchet's POV, so please don't hate me if it doesn't turn out. Also, this is a last minute add in, considering I haven't had too much done to Ratchet, and this hit me as a vague idea.

Maraluch - LOL. oh, I know. I once went on it 7 times in a row. Then pulled an Ironhide, sort of. I walked around behind the ride and flopped over in the grass for a few hours. LOL

Wolf Mystic - Don't worry there's more to come. ;) You know, I never noticed, but he kind of does... Except for being turned into a femme. That, I think, would count as the worst. Or the cougarmobile one. LOL!

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(Ratchet's POV)

As soon as I realized this pit-cursed fair was the idea of the Corvette twins, I was wary of it. I ran through Earth's databanks on fairs, and was able to account for far too many ways to create veritable pranks, many of which could easily end up in the offlining of a fellow mech, or even a human. They assured me, however, this was simply an idea they received out of overhearing Mikaela and Sam speaking of local humanoid events.

Mental note: Remind Sam and Mikaela to beware what they speak of in the immediate hearing range of the twins.

I was surprised that Optimus agreed to it, but when he brought up morale, it seemed to make sense. What bothered me was that a lot of the commanding officers had been forbidden to interrupt their building, unless it was a Decepticon attack.

I never stopped being wary.

I looked up every bit of information available via the Earth internet, and frowned to myself as I stocked up on all possible medical supplies I might need. Especially considering Sarah had heard about it, and insisted there be something for the humans to work on. That wasn't a bad idea, except that Wheeljack would be the one doing a lot of the calculations and construction.

Flashback

'Prime, are you certain this fair is a good idea? What if the humans get hurt?'A small check informed me this was literally the tenth time I'd asked him, in as many hours. Could I be blamed? Wheeljack was notorious for his failed experiments and making things blow up.

There was a cycling of vents over the line. 'Yes, Ratchet. I have forwarned the twins. Will himself went to check it out earlier, and he says it's coming along fine.' There was a hint of laughter. 'And he says the human rides and concession stands were first to be completed.'

End Flashback

I winced as I looked around. Currently, Ironhide was offline due to his navigational sensors being disrupted by the 'Gravitron' ride. How any human was meant to endure a ride like that was beyond me. Considering the pure junk I saw soldiers walking around with... By Primus, did that 'hot dog' have 'chili' and 'cheese' on it??

Shaking my head, I struggled to ignore my basic programming, screaming that I had to find and destroy the sources of such unhealthy monstrosities. Then Annabelle Lennox came running over, a sticky looking substance all over her face and hands, and what appeared to be a liquid sugar coated fruit in her hands.

"HiRatchet!" She smiled and waved, bouncing in place excitedly. "Isn'tthisfun?!"

Blinking, I frowned. She could put Blurr to shame. I thought in slightly amused distaste. "Annabelle, are you certain it is wise to be eating that?"

"Mommagotitforme." Looking past me, her already excited face lit up even more and she squealed loud enough to cause me to cover my audio receptors before temporarily muting them. I didn't need them on to understand her speaking, anyways, even though it was unusually fast. "There'smommyanddaddy! Gottago! ByebyeRatchet!" She raced off at a speed that made cougars on steroids look slow.

Shaking my head, I turned and watched her mother catch her with ease. "I will never understand humans." Turning to Ironhide, I cycled my vents when I saw Jazz stumbling in, leaning on Flare-up. "What the slag-" I froze and looked around, relaxing when I saw Annabelle and her mother were long gone. Everyone knew better than to curse in front of Annabelle. "-happed to you two?!"

Jazz groaned and fell face first down onto an Autobot-sized cot I had set up. It was up to Flare-up to explain it, and shooting me a dirty look, she cycled her vents shakily. "Twins. Wheeljack. Merry-go-round." Then she too, face planted into the cot, right beside the offlined Jazz, joining him in the sweet peace of oblivion.

Shaking my head, I decided to leave the two there. 'Prime, I suggest warning the other 'bots about entertaining any notions of these rides. It seems Wheeljack had a large hand in creating all of them, and tampered with them.' I sent a data burst with the current health conditions of my patients, and their warnings about the rides.

There was silence on the other end of the link, and unfortunately, I soon found out why. Screams reached my newly reactivated audio receptors, and I raced out, bringing out my weapons and keeping an optic out for Decepticons. Instead, I found more Autobots being disabled by formerly harmless human 'rides'.

I shuttered my optics and held my hand out, pointing to the direction of my temporary medbay, as Skids and Mudflap stumbled over to it, crying in relief and mumbling about evil fair rides. We can handle anything the Decepticons throw at us, and yet one simple fair disables us with ease. I blinked. Maybe we should turn it into a weapon.

I found myself watching from a distance as Sam and Mikaela managed to sweet talk the minor twins into going on a ride called the 'Kamikaze' with them. How Skids and Mudflap could be that stupid, I'll never know, but I soon found myself watching Sam, Mikaela, the Arcee Triplets, Bumblebee, and the minor twins getting on a ride with both human-sized and Autobot-sized seats. The Autobot seats, being the bigger, were in the back, with the human seats between their ankles, in the front. It looked similar to the drop tower with a few minor differences.

First of all, there were two long arms. The one attached to the ground, for stabilization and support, and the other was attached to the seats. As the ride began going, it slid back and forth like a pendulum, going farther and farther up each time. I could clearly see when Skids and Mudflap realized what was going on.

"NO!" Skids' voice could be heard all the way on the ground. "I don't wanna go upside down!!"

Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice. On it's next swing up, the pendulum swung them right over, upside down and back down the other side again. Sam began yelling, and clutchet at Mikaela's arm like a lifeline, while Mikaela laughed up a storm. Bumblebee chirped and whistled delightedly and wiggled in his seat, while the femmes screeched happily. The poor twins were left screaming for their lives as not only did the pendulum repeat the swing, it picked up speed.

Soon, there were multiple screams. Three of the loudest were the twins, and Sam. Everyone paused in what they were doing when a rather high pitched, unfamiliar feminine scream reached their audio processors. It took us all a few moments to realize this new scream was coming from Sam's mouth.

Everyone stared, and even Mikaela's wide eyes turned her boyfriend's way as yet another girlish shriek escaped his mouth. Then he realized the sounds he was making and promptly turned an unhealthy shade of red.

It was amusing and I shook my head, turning and freezing when I saw the Corvette twins standing behind me.

"What?" I snapped with a glare, not in the mood to deal with the positively evil grins I was getting.

Sideswipe held up his hands in a peaceful gesture I didn't buy for one moment. "I just wanted to let you know... Annabelle got herself stuck in one of the, uh...cotton candy makers." He winced. "The big one. She's not in any danger or anything, but she, uh...can't get out."

Frowning, I felt my spark stall, and was glad that Ironhide was offlined, or this fair would already have been a pile of smoking ash, along with any Autobot stupid enough to get in his way. "Show me where." I ordered, going into protective mode myself. I never even paid heed to the fact that Sunstreaker wasn't following, or the fact that Sideswipe shot him a meaningful look. The only thing on my mind was the numerous ways the little human sparkling could get hurt in there. "Wait, the big one?"

Sideswipe shrugged. "Long story. Some of the Autobots thought the whole spinning effect of it would be cool..." He trailed off uneasily. "Actually, Hound never really explained his motivation for that one. I think it's the fact he just likes cotton candy."

Blinking for a moment, I stepped over a row of human concession stands, noting with more distaste and Sargeant Greene had a giant doughy pretzel in his hand, and an oversized soda on the table in front of him. Epps had a huge ball of what appeared to be cotton -must have been the cotton candy- on a stick, and a can of pop in front of him.

Junk food. Primus help us.

I followed Sideswipe to a giant, enclosed room of sorts, that was currently resting open and reeking of hot sugar. I grimaced, the scent sending my senors to overload, and dimmed those sensors before stepping into the room. I could stand up straight in here, and I looked around. While the room seemed to have thick white cotton forming from the walls, there was no sign of Annabelle Lennox.

Before I could turn around, a resounding 'clang' caught my attention, and I cycled my vents tiredly, realizing what happened. 'Prime, if you happen to hear screaming, there's no need to worry. I'm just going to offline the Corvette twins. That's all.' I warned him, even as I mentally cursed myself for getting into this situation, and turned to... Yep the door was closed, and when I tried it, locked.

'Understood.' His amusement was heavy in his voice. 'Just make sure not to step on anyone in the process.'

'You slaggers better let me out of here.' My optics were twitching, I could feel them. Not a good sign.

A sound of an engine hit me and I frowned as the walls and door began to move. Or perhaps it was the metal platform I was standing on. I really couldn't be sure. It began to heat up in the room, and I felt my optics widen in horror.

The heat melted the sugar, which would get into all my systems. While it wouldn't be fatal, it would mess with all of my systems, and be quite difficult to remove. 'Ratchet to Wheeljack. I'm in the giant cotton candy machine. Turn this slagging thing off, or you're taking over my infirmary duties for the next two weeks.'

The room got hotter and hotter, and the walls spun faster and faster. Soon, I had to shutter my optics, as I felt the first strands of hot sugar land on me, sticking to my body and seeping into every crack and crevice it could find, quickly followed my hundreds more.

'Wheeljack to Ratchet, working on it. Just stay put.'

What else am I going to do? I thought darkly, feeling the sugar already beginning to jam some of my systems. Luckily, it wasn't getting into anything vital, yet, but I could feel it sliding into joins, which would make it difficult to move. It also hardened over my optics, effectively blinding me. Hurry up already!

I heard the engine powering up as the room spun faster and faster, getting even hotter. Then there was a switch, and the room began slowing. Huh. One of Wheeljack's experiments that actually worked. I'd have to congratulate him on that later, if I ever got my vision back.

At least on the upside, as the room instantly began to cool off, it hardened the cotton candy on me, keeping it from doing anymore damage. I couldn't see, and my movements were stiff, but I was still online. That meant the twins might just live to see tomorrow.

There was another click, and the sound of a door opening. Then a sharp intake of air. Abruptly, several laughs hit my somewhat clogged audio sensors.

"Oh Primus, Ratchet! You look like a giant cotton candy cone!" Sunstreaker's voice let out, him laughing loudly.

"White's a good color on him." Sideswipe added with a snicker.

"Yay! Cottoncandy!" The excited voice caused me to groan and sag, even though I dared not make a move. I could feel the faint tugging down by my ankles. "Yummy! Sogood!" Annabelle seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

'Get this slag off me before I turn you lot into Ironhide's new playthings.' I snarled lowly, feeling something moving by my ankles, and then someone tugging on my arm. "I can't see!" I felt my face heating up when I belatedly realized my mouth was almost sealed shut with the candy, causing my words to come out muffled. Slagging twins!

I stumbled along behind whomever was carrying me, praying it wasn't one of the twins. Mentally, I began calculating a fitting punishment, and debated on getting Prowl's assistance on it.

A hard shove knocked me off balance, and before I could catch myself, I was dumped face first into an icy, wet surface. My sensors ran immediate scans, and I growled when I realized I appeared to have been pushed into a massive swimming pool erected for the fairgrounds.

Even as I thrashed around and ripped the cotton candy from my body, I began swearing in Cybertronian, listening to the muffled laughter of the twins.

They. Are. So. Dead.

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Hope you like it.

R+R please.

Thank you.

Tenshi