Swindle twirled the blade - one which had formally been lodged into Vortex's throat - between his fingers as he watched Vortex poke and prod his now bleeding injury. Hole in the neck, hole in the head. At least he isn't alone in suffering now. Though Vortex looks like he's anything but suffering, grinning and prodding at the gash, repeating "ow" each time. Swindle found himself half tempted to jam it back in, just to see if the Copter would go back to poking the object instead of the wound.

He probably would...

"Swindle," At the mention of his name, violet optics turned to meet red. "O-h, he-ey St-a-ar-" Swindle found himself at a loss for words as the Seeker suddenly grabbed a hold of his face plates, forcing him to turn his head to the side. He then proceeded to look over Swindle's head injury. He continued to turn Swindle's head ever so slightly to look at it from different angles, humming, growling, or mumbling something. He finally forced Swindle to look at him again. "What happened? Who got you? How do you feel? Dizzy? Headaches? Have you had anything strange happen sense it happened? Any other damage? Internal damage? Did you ever go into stasis?" Starscream continued to list a string of questions. One after another.

He heard headache in there somewhere, well duh he had a head ache. Hole. In head. Headache would likely happen. Not to mention all the questions!

"Sta-arsc-c-rea-am." Swindle waved a hand in-front of the Seeker's face, halting his questions. "I'm fi-i-ine. Jus' g-got a b-i-ig ho-o-le in m-my he-a-ad." Swindle sighed. Starscream eyed him skeptically for a moment, before Vortex decided it was time for him to pop into the conversation. "Emotion explosion!" He exclaimed from the side, right into Starscream's audio receptors. The Seeker seethed and sent the 'Copter a glare, before frowning and tilting his head in confusion. "What?"

Vortex grinned like a maniac, scooting closer to Starscream - nearly falling off the berth doing so. "Emotion. Explosion! Swinsie has it!" Swindle sent Vortex a glare that went unnoticed. Starscream's utterly lost and confused face seemed more interesting to the silver-gray flyer. Blinking a few times, Starscream finally drew out a long sigh, and reached over to the right, dragging Skywarp - who had apparently been standing there unnoticed - and pushing him towards Vortex.

"I don't talk moron. Skywarp; translate."

Swindle almost found it amusing how neither took that as an insult and went straight onto talking.

"Swindle's emotions are all wacky." Skywarp stated, turning and grinning a grin equal only to Vortex's at the white, red, and blue Seeker. Starscream glanced to Swindle. "So you're emote chip was damaged?" Swinlde simply nodded, shrugged, and turned to watch Hook and Onslaught argue about something, and as Brawl seemingly decided to stay as far away from the two as possible. All the while avoiding Vortex. So in others words the tank was now sitting in a far off corner, staring at the wall.

Fun.

"Hook!" Swindle flinched, feeling something scrape lightly against his injury. He glanced up a bit, seeing Starscream glaring at Hook from where he stood, hands in Swindle's head. How did he not notice the SIC had put his hands in his head? Knew letting Vortex sit so close was a bad idea, he's rubbing moron off on him. "What the pit did you do to Swindle's emote chip!" He demanded, Hook turning to glare at him. "Repaired it. Thought it was his personality component."

Starscream threw the closest thing he could grab at Hook, which happened to be the knife-thing Swindle had pulled from Vortex's neck, it went right over the Constructicon Medic's head, making a nice thuck sound as it embedded itself into the wall behind him. "If it had been his personality component..." Starscream growled. "He would probably have no personality anymore, and would just be a mindless shell." The next thing Starscream managed to grab appeared to be a wrench, which he chucked at Hook.

Brings back memories of a certain Medic they all know and fear.

Hook ducked under it. "You don't weld a chip back together you idiot! It's delicate!" Another wrench - no wait - screwdriver. "Do you know what you could have done?" He managed to throw about three at a time that time. Skywarp finally grabbed the tool kit from him. "Stop beating up Hook, 'Screamer! He's the closest thing to a medic we got!" Starscream rounded on him, grabbed the toolkit back, and whopped him in the head before sitting it down on the bench it had been on. "Don't move around vital equipment! The medic won't be able to find it when it's later needed!" He scolded.

Everyone just stared at that.

"But you were the one just throwing them at the Medic!" Skywarp yelped, running and hiding behind the nearest berth - which happened to be Swindle's. "And you!" He turned, pointing a digit at Swindle, who flinched. "Be aware of your surroundings when alone on the battle field!" He frowned, crossed his arms and huffed. "And where is Blast Off?" Everyone looked at Onslaught as Starscream popped that question. Blast Off had kept a distance from them on the flight home, and hadn't walked to the med bay with them.

Onslaught would know though. Right?

"He went straight to his quarters." Onslaught slouched slightly when Starscream gave him a glare. "And why - may I ask - did he not come to the repair bay with you four? Everyone is supposed to come in for a check up after battles. Especially-!" He pointed to Swindle dramatically. "When one of your allies get's a huge hole in the head!" Swindle managed not to flinch that time, but turned his attention to the finger in his face.

Half tempted to bite it. Pointing is rude.

But Starscream would probably kick his aft for it, hole in the head or not.

So he turned his attention to the knife in the wall, which he was only has surprised to see Vortex trying to remove. Likely wanting it as a "souvenir" from their latest battle. Or just because it was in his neck for so long without his notice. Or just because...knowing Vortex...it could be anything. He'd probably later end up getting it taken away for doing something stupid with it, though.

He leaned slightly, looking down at Skywarp, who sat behind him, fingers draped over the berth and head and body hidden behind. Only thing that would visible from Starscream's angle would be the tips of his finger, top of the head and optics. Skywarp suddenly hefted up - making Swindle jerk to keep from getting headbutted - and pounced over the berth, tackling Starscream to the ground.

Swindle stared as the two began to wrestle.

"Starscream! Don't kill Hook!" Skywarp whined. "He's our only medic and I still have that bullet thing in my back!"

"I need him alive to remove it, kill him later!"

...Seekers...

"If you don't get off that won't be the only thing he'll need to remove from your back side!"

...Are crazy...

Vortex walked up and plopped back down beside Swindle, staring at the two.

He grinned, twirling the blade around his fingers like Swindle had been doing earlier- slip.

"YeOwch!"

Oops.

"Sorry 'Warp."

Authors Notes: Did I mention Starscream acts sort of overprotective of the Combaticons in this fanfic? No? Oh, sorry. Just wait until interactions with Megatron start. Get's interesting then, especially sense Swindle's very "emotional" at the moment. Hehe~

Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of it's Characters.