Razer's optics slowly onlined as she felt somebot shaking her arm. Groaning, she snuggled against the warmth next to her, growling, "Nooooooo… I'm recharging..." She yawned, closing her optics from the light as she hissed, "Too much light! Turn it off!"

The warmth she was still snuggled against chuckled, saying, "It's time to get up, come on."

Razer's optics widened, remembering what had happened before she had fallen in to recharge. Laughing nervously, Razer looked up at an amused Ratchet, saying sheepishly, "Sorry."

"Argh, can you two quit swapping paint?" Razer could hear Wheeljack shout from some other part of the unit.

"Shut up!" Razer shouted back, and if she could blush she would be bright red. Getting off Ratchet, she stood up, stretching her arms over her helm as she said, "It has to be night time by now I'm betting. Ratchet, doesn't Megatronous have a match tonight?"

Ratchet's optics widened and he was speeding past her, yelling, "See you when I get back!"

Razer rolled her optics, chuckling.

0o.o0

Time skip to after the gladiator match

Ratchet finished fixing Megatronous, saying, "You're all good now. Nice match, by the way."

"Thanks Sire," Megatronous replied, making Ratchet arch an optic ridge. "What? We finally landed on who to call Sire, so hush."

Ratchet just rolled his optics, saying, "It's late, we better get going."

Megatronous nodded in agreement, standing up. "I'll escort you home. I don't want anything happening to you."

Ratchet knew better than to argue. Sighing, he walked out the Med Bay, Megatronous following.

The walk was going pretty well, and even managed to get through a few alleys without a fight. Of course, the next alley they were in, something had to happen.

Ratchet shouted in pain as he felt something shock his side, and Megatronous was quick to act, attacking Ratchet's attacker. As Megatronous was fighting the bot, a servo grabbed Ratchet's shoulder roughly, pulling him back and making him fly down the alley.

Ratchet went rolling across the ground, just managing to stop. Getting on his servos and knees, he transformed his servo into two blades, growling, "You shouldn't have done that."

Standing up, he watched slightly bored as the bot who threw him came charging at him, glowing red optics glaring death at him. Just as the bot reached him, Ratchet swung his blade up, slashing across the bot's chassis, making said bot roar in pain and rage, taking a step back.

Ratchet advanced, slashing at the bot who kept dodging. Frustrated, Ratchet shouted, "By Primus, will you fight back? You're one pathetic fighter!"

Shouldn't have said that.

Ratchet regretted it in an instant as a pede came at his chassis, making him fly in the air and groan in pain. Grunting as he hit the ground, he began to get up when something caught his optic.

Another him, Orion, Megatronous, Soundwave, Starscream and a yellow and black bot. Frowning at the bots, he stood up and exclaimed, "I thought this was impossible! By Primus, why did Razer have to be right?"

Now Ratchet was pissed. He turned, death in his optics as the other bot rushed at him, yelling a battle cry. Hissing, Ratchet pounced, wrestling the bot and once he was on top, he landed down punch after punch.

Optics blazing, Ratchet wrapped his servo's around the bots neck, snarling, "Do not piss of a medic. Now, I'm going to let you go, and you better leave."

"And if I don't?" Came the cheeky reply.

Ratchet tightened his hold. "Then I guess I'll have to offline you."

"Sire, what are you doing?" Ratchet heard Megatronous exclaim from beside him.

"Teaching this bot a lesson," Ratchet replied, his voice deadly calm.

"Ratchet, we don't hurt other bots! Let him go." Ratchet's hold loosened when he felt a servo on his shoulder. "Please."

Sighing, Ratchet stood up, taking a step away from his attacker, said bot scrambling up and running away. Grumbling, Ratchet muttered, "You're no fun."

"We don't offline other bots, Ratchet. You're a medic, are you not?" Megatronous looked down at Ratchet, disappointment in his optics.

Looking away, Ratchet turned towards the six shocked bots, saying, "We'll worry about that later, Megatronous. Right now, we have other problems."

Megatronous turned around, his optics widening when he saw the bots, making Ratchet smile in amusement. "Is… Sire, is that the older us?"

"They're the slightly future us," Ratchet answered. "Wheeljack, Razer and I discussed this. Our timeline will most likely be different; the good bots are the bad bots and the bad bots the good bots."

"So, that is the older, evil version of me?" Megatronous looked like he couldn't handle it, and his proof was when he fritzed, falling down on his back in stasis.

Sighing, Ratchet looked at the still shocked bots. "Um, Orion- Wait, no. Optimus, wasn't it? Optimus Prime, yeah. Could you possibly help me with Megatronous? I don't really trust the other Megatronous. Red optics just scream bad news."

"My designation is Megatron," came the older Megatronous' reply.

Ratchet lifted his servos in the air in frustration, exclaiming, "How was I supposed to know? Oh wait, Razer… By Primus, it's too late for this slag."

"Wait, Razer is here?" The other Ratchet asked, looking shocked.

Ratchet nodded. "Yes, she is here. She's helped Wheeljack and I raise Orion Pax, Megatronous, Starscream and Soundwave since they were sparklings." He looked at Optimus. "Now, be a big bot and carry Megatronous for me, will you? I'll take you lot to meet Razer at our unit."