A/N

I live! Again…I needed a break from my other stories and this looked like a promising work. I love prank stories and this one tops them all! Enjoy…

The evil side of Prime

Chapter 9: Red faced Ratchet

Ratchet opened the door to his med bay. He was deep in thought, reading a data pad as he entered. He was paying much attention, completely overlooking a bot sitting in his chair. Ratchet set the pad down, moving to look over all his tools, a habit he learned after a twin prank. He looked over each careful, discovering one was missing. He looked the tools over once again, still missing one tool. His beloved wrench was missing.

"Missing something?"

Ratchet turned around, finally noticing his guest. Prowl smiled warmly, twirling the wrench in his hands. Ratchet gave a confused look. Not only did Prowl rarely come into the medical bay, but he was supposed to be out in the city according to Optimus. Prowl slid his chair over to the door. He shut and locked it. Ratchet groaned. Something was up.

"Can…I help you?" Ratchet mumbled as Prowl slid back by the desk.

"I want to discuss something privately, that's all," nodded Prowl, leaning back.

"Why act so…" Ratchet couldn't find a word other than creepy or scary to end the sentence.

"The reason being," Prowl sighed, setting the wrench down. "I am currently not supposed to be here."

"Prime said you were out in the city," Ratchet replied, thinking this to be the reason.

"No. I never went to the city. I was never given the order," Prowl answered.

"But, Prime said…"

"Prime," Prowl sighed again, looking away, "is playing us."

"What?" gasped Ratchet. "Have the twins gotten to you already, Prowl? Optimus wouldn't mess around like that!"

"Fine. I'll leave then," Prowl smiled, standing up.

"That's it? You're not going to try and force me to believe?" Ratchet mumbled. Prowl didn't give up this easily.

"Do remember that the twins are out," Prowl nodded, leaving. "I'll be in my room when you wish to talk again."

Ratchet watched Prowl unlock the door and leave. It was surely an odd conversation, for Prowl at least. The medic sighed, moving his wrench back to the line of other tools. There was a subtle click noise. Ratchet turned. The door laid closed, but Prowl hadn't closed it. Ratchet looked around. This was certainly an odd day.

Ratchet turned back to his tools, only to find all of them gone. He gasped, stumbling backward. He looked around hastily, praying for the twins to emerge. Then he recalled what Prowl had said. The twins were out. There was a creak from behind. Ratchet spun around. A puff of red smoke filtered through the vents. He groaned, waving the smoke away.

"What the…" groaned Ratchet, looking at his hand. The smoke was sticking.

Prowl sat at his desk, facing the door. He was quiet, awaiting the door to open or for a knock to be heard. Sure enough, a moment later, there was a knock. Prowl smiled, standing up. Before opening however he looked over at screen placed by his desk. He wasn't going to get caught off guard by Prime again. He relaxed lightly, moving toward the door.

Opening the door, Prowl smiled. Ratchet stood, eyeing the floor, covered in a red substance. He sighed. Prowl stifled his chuckle but warmly welcomed Ratchet to enter. The medic slowly stumbled in. his joints were locking. Prowl offered the chair, which Ratchet gladly took. Looking down either hall before hand, Prowl closed the door.

"So," Prowl smiled, leaning against the wall.

"The twins are out?" Ratchet mumbled.

"They're out with Bluestreak," nodded Prowl. "Jazz is also out."

"Why Optimus though!" gasped Ratchet, looking up.

"We haven't figured that out yet," answered Prowl.

"How'd you know about him coming to get me?" asked Ratchet.

"I was locked in a closet till," Prowl paused to check the clock, "a good couple cycles ago. Prime tried to separate us. I got him to tell me his attacks for the day."

"Attacks? As in plural?" Ratchet whimpered.

"You," Prowl nodded, "and Ironhide."

"So…Last night! When Prime told me to…" Ratchet gasped, rubbing his head.

"We were trying to catch him. He caught onto us a little fast for my liking," sighed Prowl. "So…are you in?"

"In?"

"To help us stop Optimus Prime?" Prowl smiled.

"Oh, I'm in."