Authors Note: Quick sorry you guys for being gone and this short chapter. I found my USB that contains my life! If you have any suggestions let me know! Ive been finding it hard to come back to my stories since ive been away from them for sooooo long so if you have an tips let me know! and thanks sooooo very much for reviews.

Journal Entry:

o.o I think I take back what I said about wanting that check up whenever. It was…to say the least the most awkward thing for me… not even that. It was worse. Although I did prepare beforehand by trying to avoid it at all costs. Ummm, ya…that didn't go as well planned as I would have liked, but hey! Rachet is probably plotting to weld my aft rather than Optimus primes to Ironhides fusion cannons. Happy Day! I know will be great friends! Don't ya think?

Now where did we stop? Oh right! Fraggidy, frag, frag, frag!

Off to where we left off! Let's go!

~Foxtrot

"Here ya go Hachet!" I sung offering a small hand to the still downed, and obviously upset Rachet, "Let me help ya up."

In return all I heard was a grumble and received a piercing blue glare.

"Awwww, come now don't be sour."

Another gruff mumble. "What was that?" I asked, feigning perfect innocence.

"All the more reason to hate femmes because of you." He snapped, gruffly sitting up while waving my offered hand away.

"What!" I cried. "That hurts Doc, it really does"

"Rachet…" Optimus interrupted.

Both rachet and I turned are attention to the prime who was completely not on my thought process. ..oops.I guess that's what happens when you're busy trying to terrorize cybertronians like Rachet or sunstreaker.

…crap I forgot about sunny...hmmm, I wonder where he is…

*Elsewhere:*

::Sunstreaker:: Achooo!

::Sideswipe:: You okay sunny?

::Sunstreaker:: ya, just got something in my vents and feel like the worlds about to slagging end.

::Sideswipe:: Maybe a femme has you on her processor.

::Sunstreaker:: …

*Back to Foxtrot*

"What." Rachet snapped, before growling about how slagged up in the head femmes were.

"Ratchet." Prime warned. "Every femme is different as well as mechs."

"Then this femme is fragged up in the processor." Rachet returned. "That's the first thing I'll look into, for our most recently planned checkup" He directed towards me with a glare.

"Hey! Im right here ya know! And the names Foxtrot!"

My name seemed to hang in the air as the prime sighed.

:: First Aid, please again explain the situation…in much more simpler words for all of us:: Optimus Prime

::Femme found in decepticon wreckage, femme has no memory, femme insane:: First Aid

::…please don't take things so literal, Firstaid:: Rachet sighed

:: Is there any signs of what her former occupation might have been?:: Optimus prime

:: Other than her obvious reflex's and scary personality? I'd say she was an infiltrator…she oddly reminds me of the twins though:: Rachet

:: Rachet, please don't take your anger out on a femme with little to no memory in her memory core:: Optimus Prime

::So do you think im scary rach?:: Jazz

:: No, I think your absolutely slagged in the processor:: Rachet

::hey, now!:: Jazz

I stood there as all the bots had there optics dim, the only bots not in the room were bluestreak and mirage from the day before and all the bots currently here were obviously having a discussion regarding me.

"Soooo…anybot wanna tell me where we are now?" I asked, settling on top of the table that had previously held rachet.

They all blinked at me after a few seconds more of silence, Optimus was the first to speak.

"I apologize for being so rude, we are currently docked in Iacon, presently one of the foremost autobot havens at this point in the war with the decepticons."

"woah…so no girly sam squeals and all that jazz yet." I mumbled out loud.

"What is that?" Rachet asked, as Jazz asked, "what about me?"

"nothin" I waved it away then a thought occurred. "hey hachet!"

He looked toward me warily. "Yes, and my designation is not hatchet, but Rachet."

"ya,ya whatever you say peppermint" I grinned.

"What in primus is a peppermint? Rachet asked sceptically.

…wait they don't know human terms yet….awwwwww

"Nothin", then changing my facial expression to something serious. "You shall in the farrrrrr off… possibly near future discover that for yourself." I added a little ghost noises in as well for effect. Who doesn't like some classic ghost sounds?

In response I just had some weird looks directed at me and a death glare via the hatchet.

"….soooo, any bot wanna show me around?" I queried innocently. It wasn't like I was going to do anything, I just really wanted to see what cybertron was like.

The bots exchanged glances and rachet was the first to speak up. "I think it best that we get your check up done with first."

Optimus nodded in agreement. "Agreed. We will meet in a half a breem for discussion while my TIC jazz debriefs you during your checkup."

…ummmm that's not what I had in mind…..

"Can we, I dunno reschedule the checkup for some other time?"

"No."

And that's all the answer I would receive from the hatchet, might as well start digging my grave.