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Hey everyone! I'm back with another chappie for my latest plot bunny! The one that bit me in the butt. So here it is! I hope you enjoy! Please review! Reviews inspire me! Just don't give me any hate!
Transformers, their characters, and their franchises do not belong to me. But maybe someday! Mwahahahahaha! I will rule them all!
Narration
"Dialog"
'Internal thoughts'
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Sugary Sweet: Part 2
Jazz limped to the med bay. He had gotten injured in a training session with Ironhide. He may have been a great spy, but the weapons specialist was a force to be reckoned with.
The TIC wasn't sure what to think about the rumors going around base. Sometimes rumors were true, sometimes they weren't. One could never know. Jazz would soon find out though. He limped into the med bay. Ratchet turned around and saw Jazz standing in the doorway with a huge gash in his leg.
"Primus Jazz! Are you alright?" Ratchet asked, truly worried.
"Um, no?" Jazz replied. He was very confused. Ratchet usually didn't get this worried about things like this. He might yell and scream, but he never acted like this before. Maybe the rumors were true.
"Okay. Sit on that berth over there. I will get my tools," Ratchet replied, indicating the berth closest to Jazz. Then he went into the supply closet.
Jazz did what he was told and started to think. He was a spy, and he liked knowing what was going on. He didn't like not knowing things. So Ratchet's behavior was annoying him. He had no idea why the medic was acting like this. He vowed to himself that after he was repaired he would figure out what was going on.
Ratchet came back with his tools and started to get to work. "How did this happen?" he asked in a kind voice.
"Training session with Ironhide. He's pretty tough. As you can see, I lost. It's a good thing he's on our side. I don't know what we'd do," Jazz replied.
"That is very true. There. I'm done. You can go now," Ratchet said.
"Um, okay. Thanks. See ya Ratch!" Jazz said. Then he left, deep in thought.
'I wonder why he's acting like this. There are so many reasons. It could be a glitch, a virus, or maybe somebody messed with his head. It could be a con. Now I'm started to sound like Red. But it is possible. Maybe the terror twins finally made Ol' Hatchet lose it. That's a funny thought. I gotta investigate. Maybe Prowler will know something,' Jazz thought to himself. He then turned around and headed for his best friend's office.
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"I've heard the rumors. I wasn't sure if I should believe them. The CMO's behavior does not sound natural. But I guess it is true. I will look into his file. Maybe I can find some kind of history. That may help with this investigation," Prowl said after Jazz had explained what happened.
"Thanks Prowler. I knew I could count on you," Jazz replied. Then he left.
Just then, Prime came into Prowl's office. "Prowl, I need you to investigate something for me," he said.
"What is it, sir?" Prowl asked. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was.
"I need you to investigate Ratchet's behavior. He has been acting very strange lately," Optimus answered.
"Ahhh, yes. Jazz came to me just a little while ago asking the same question. I am already about to look into it," Prowl replied.
"Thank you Prowl," Optimus said. Then he left. He wasn't the only one curious about this.
Prowl then turned on his computer and opened his files. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
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Wheeljack headed to the med bay. He was tired of waiting. He wanted to know what was going on. He decided he would confront his friend. Maybe he could get something from him if he tried harder.
Wheeljack was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Jazz until it was too late. He crashed right into the TIC and they both ended up on the ground.
"Woah there, 'Jack! Watch where you're goin'!" Jazz said.
"Sorry Jazz. I guess I was distracted. I'm really worried about Ratch. He's been acting really weird," Wheeljack replied.
"I know watcha mean. I was just in the med bay a little bit ago. It was really weird," Jazz said.
"I thought I might go and confront him. Maybe if I asked him I could get something out of him," Wheeljack explained.
"Oh, ya can't do that! Too obvious. It'll make ya seem like ya don't trust him. Ya gotta be more sneaky. Here. Let me help ya. I've got a plan," Jazz said.
"You do?" Wheeljack asked, confused.
"Of course! I'm a spy! I've always gotta have a plan," Jazz said.
"Oh. Yeah," Wheljack responded.
"So, you gotta do exactly as I tell ya. Also, you gotta not be afraid to do somethin' a bit sneaky. Sometimes ya gotta break some rules to get info. I hope ya aren't afraid to do that. That's how spies work," Jazz said.
"Um, okay."
"Are ya sure? Ya aren't gonna chicken out on me, are ya?"
"No. I want to know what's up with Ratch. I'll do whatever it takes. Plus, it's not as if what I'm gonna do is as bad as blowing up the base."
Jazz chuckled. "Oh right. I forgot about that. Just try not to blow anythin' up in this mission," he said.
"I'll try."
"Okay. So here's what you're gonna do…"
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Prowl had done some digging, and had come up with some interesting things. None of which were very useful however. What was really curious though was why Ratchet's past had so many gaps. There were no records of any of his childhood. Most of the files didn't start until he was in med school. That was very interesting. He might have Jazz dig into that after all this was over. Jazz loved a good mystery.
Prowl looked over all Ratchet's medical files on all the personnel. They were very clear and always up to date. Prowl knew Ratchet was very responsible. That's why he rarely checked up on the med bay. He knew Ratchet kept everything in order and was very good at his job. That was the reason Prime made him the CMO. Nobot could do the job better than Ratchet.
However, something was off. When Prowl came to Ratchet's own file, it was nearly empty. It hadn't been updated in ages. It was as if Ratchet had never once gotten himself checked up. He made sure everyone else was healthy, but never once had he thought about himself. Prowl would have to discuss this with the CMO.
It may also explain the reason behind the CMO's behavior. Maybe there was something that had been messed up. Since the medic had never gotten a checkup, it was never noticed. That would explain many things. There was more to this mystery than meets the eye. And Ratchet was in the middle of it.
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More Notes:
DUN DUN DUUUH! The mystery is even deeper now! What could it be? What is Jazz's plan? How will they ever figure this out? More answers, and more questions, next chapter!
I hope you enjoyed this. I really loved writing this. It came out better than expected. Please review, but no hate.
