Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Note : This idea was a request from Darklight8121.
Starfire201 - Thank you :)
Wolf Mystic - LOL, well it's not like Ratchet meant to out the poor bot. LOL
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(Normal POV)
"Fragging rodents." Ironhide almost recoiled away from Mojo, despite being in his alternate form, sitting on the side of the road. Luckily there were no passers by, who could witness it. "They all need to be exterminated. Shoo." Mojo walked closer, nose out and wriggling as the little dog sniffed the air. "Shoo! Get away!" The truck rocked a little. Funnily enough, Ironhide sounded almost desperate.
From where he sat, Sam shook his head. "Mojo, come." He called, watching as the little dog yipped and raced over. "You really don't like him, do ya?"
The truck seemed to shudder. "Reminds me of a fragging glitch mouse."
Raising an eyebrow, Sam looked over when a choked, wheezing laugh caught his attention. Bumblebee was shaking a little, underneath Mikaela's hands, even as she bent over and swiped a rag over his hook. Appreciating the view a moment, and mentally vowing to do something sweet for her later, Sam got up from the grass and walked over to them. "What's a glitch mouse?"
"Answer and die, youngling!"
Ironhide settled down when one of the neighbors shot his head out of his garage. Once the man disappeared, Sam's Camaro blew Ironhide a raspberry. Still, he remained silent, and Sam mentally cursed himself for even asking the question.
"Hey, 'Hide?"
"Don't call me that."
Mikaela rolled her eyes. "You weren't actually expecting Bumblebee to answer, were you?" She raised an eyebrow. "Unless his vocel processors mysteriously repaired themselves overnight."
The truck seemed to freeze, before letting out a loud cycling of it's vents. Why am I here, again? Seeing Will laughing as he hauled Sarah and Annabelle out of the house next to the garage, he blinked his optics. Oh, right.
(Later, At the Base)
Sam was wandering around, as Bumblebee had a meeting with Optimus and a few others. He wasn't really paying much attention to where he was going, so when he bumped into Mikaela, almost literally, he blushed beet red. "'Kaela, hey."
She smiled. Then she laughed, grabbed his arm, and took off down the hall.
He followed silently, wondering what was going on, but knowing well enough to just go with it. Soon enough they were locked in his on-base quarters, and she turned to him. "I know what a glitch mouse is." She snickered. "Ratchet told me." When Sam raised an eyebrow, she rolled her eyes and shook her head before pulling her long black hair out of her face and putting it up in a high ponytail.
"It's a type of Cybertronian rodent. It gets into mech's armor when they're recharging, and messes up the wirework inside them. It can offline them, but apparently it's kind of like an invasion of the bodysnatchers thing. Like...the mechs internal systems get rerouted..." Seeing his blank look, she groaned. "Remember mummified Ironhide? Think zombified Ironhide."
Blinking a moment, he raised an eyebrow. "And that's cause for excitement because....?"
She grinned again and clapped her hands together. "Ironhide's terrified of them." She then produced her school backpack from behind her, where Sam hadn't even noticed it. "Ratchet even made one for me, to show me. I grabbed it when he wasn't looking." She carefully pulled something out of her backpack.
It was odd. It looked like a little metallic mouse. Well, more like a computer mouse in body shape and size, with a little rounded head, big round ears, tiny nose, and complete with whiskers and tail. She placed it flat on the ground, and then produced a remote control.
"It's completely harmless. Lacks the necessary programming to eat mech wiring and whatnot." Flipping a switch, she moved the little joystick in the center of the remote, and the mouse slid forward with a little metallic hum. Then it slid back.
"Remote controlled mouse." Sam nodded. Then he did a double take. "Wait, Ironhide is terrified of this?!" For a long moment, he was certain he was hearing things, but seeing the evil sparkle in Mikaela's eyes as she nodded and bit her lip... "Seri-Oh boy." Shaking his head, he took a step back. "No, no. I'm not getting involved this time. I'm still on his hit list for the TPing!"
"Oh, come on, you big baby." She pouted.
Quickly, Sam turned his eyes to the mouse, refusing to meet the look he knew would get him. "Seriously! Wait, it slides." She rolled her eyes in a 'well, duh' motion. "I mean, how does it get up into their armor?"
Picking up the mouse, she showed me the almost invisible little legs on the end, that looked like they could curve around something small...wires, maybe, and hold on.
"Oh. But no, you are not getting me to help you this time!"
Afterall, after having to spend an entire day helping Bumblebee and Jolt remove all the nasty soggy toilet paper from Ironhide, then having to wash and scrub every inch of his Topkick form, he really wasn't looking forward to more.
"Fine, coward. I'll do it." Taking the mouse, she kissed his cheek, smirked, and disappeared.
Rolling his own eyes, Sam sat back on his bed and relaxed for a little while, mentally calculating when Bumblebee and Optimus would be out of their meeting. He wasn't too worried about Mikaela. After all, one look at those eyes, and she'd even have Ironhide agreeing to let her paint his cannons pink.
(Main Hangar)
Placing the mouse behind a box, Mikaela hid there as well, peeking out at the assembled bots who were chattering away about Bee and Optimus' return, momentarily. They were waiting for updates, but Ratchet kept looking around, like he was expecting something.
Sorry, Ratch. She thought with a smirk, when she saw Ironhide walk over to him.
"Have you seen Mikaela, at all?" The medic asked, before Ironhide could even open his mouth.
"I believe she's with Sam. Why?"
"I just... No. It's nothing." Ratchet frowned again, and continued looking around.
Taking her cue, Mikaela turned on the mouse, listening as it started up with an almost silent hum. She moved the joystick and watched as it rolled out into the hangar. She was careful to keep it from getting stepped on, as she drove it over towards Ironhide.
Seeing the mouse, Ratchet's optics widened. He shook his head frantically, trying to find her, but then returned his optics to the mouse, even as his lips twitched.
She could just imagine the 'Oh Primus' thought that ran through his mind, and bit back a snicker as she rolled the mouse closer.
Unfortunately for Ratchet, he didn't notice Ironhide taking notice of his staring. As the large black mech turned and looked, his optics landed on the absolutely tiny figure rolling his way.
Immediately, there was a high pitched scream that had all the mechs spinning towards the sound, their optics landing on the femmes, who were staring at Ironhide incredulously.
The said big black mech leapt into the air and landed in Ratchet's arms.
"Glitch mouse! Noooo! Kill it! Kill it, kill it, killllll ittttt!" He screeched shrilly, arms wrapped around the medibot's neck. His wide optics followed the glitch mouse, as it made it's way to Ratchet's foot, then slowly began to climb it.
Sam made his way into the room at that point, panting with a wild, worried look. One blink towards the scene and he froze solid, his jaw dropping. On the other end of the room, Optimus ran in, battle mask and sword drawn, as he looked around wildly. Bee was right behind him, waving his plasma cannon around.
Mikaela couldn't help it and began laughing, even as she drove the little mouse up Ratchet's legs.
Ratchet made the funniest face, even as he held Ironhide, but he didn't say anything.
Seeing as how his safe place wasn't so safe anymore, Ironhide screeched again and hopped down, spinning as he quickly jumped away, almost cowering behind Optimus. "KILL THE MOUSE!!!"
With a cycling of vents, Ratchet picked up the mouse and with a small amount of energy, fried it's wiring, rendering it harmless. Then he dropped it and stepped on it, turning optics towards the weapons specialist. "Happy?"
Everyone was staring at Ironhide, as he slowly came out from behind Prime. All their optics were wide, and as they took in what happened, they all began laughing. The twins, the Corvette twins that is, filed the information away before collapsing in a useless heap on the floor. The other twins weren't far behind them.
Bumblebee had to lean against Optimus, and both were laughing hysterically.
Even the human soldiers, though not certain of what was going on, began laughing their asses off.
Glowering at them all, Ironhide cleared his throat and straightened up. "Samuel-"
"It wasn't me!" The boy friend, holding up his hands in defence.
"He's right." Ratchet finally located Mikaela and stared at her through narrowed optics, though his own lips curved up in amusement. "It wasn't him. In fact, I believe you'll find the culprit over there." He pointed directly at her.
Feeling her eyes widen, Mikaela dropped the remote and backed up a step. "H-Hey! You're the one who made it!"
"Only to show you what they looked like, not for you to use..." His lips twitched again. "Against Ironhide."
There was a low, ominous growl.
"It was just a-" When all optics turned on her, she waved, squeaked and darted out of the room as fast as possible. Never mind. A cursing Ironhide chased her out of the room and halfway across the base.
She spent the rest of the day hiding from him.
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