A/N: I was going to post this chapter yesterday, but for some reason I decided it was a good idea to add my flashdrive to the pumpkin soup I was cooking. I guess I was super tired...?

A 500 word chapter as a 'whoops'!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows that I barf out.

Chapter Fifty-Five: To the Annoyance of Ratchet

When Optimus brought the children back in a banged up Type 1 Volkswagen, Ratchet's attention was on the injured woman in the driver's seat. Optimus had already ordered him to contact Agent Fowler and request the assistance of a human medic, but he had enough knowledge of the human anatomy to keep the woman alive and stabilized until proper help arrived. He had been in the process of getting the woman out of the car when a high-pitched wail had disrupted his audio receptors, forcing him to stumble back several steps. Optics zoomed in on the crying child in the front passenger seat, clinging to the bleeding woman as though her life depended on it.

And that was how the Autobot Medic met Honey.

At first, he ignored her, brushing the child aside as he removed the woman from the car, but he had only taken a few steps away before the wails became tortured screams. And thus, she became the bane of his existence, only ceasing her noise once she was next to her sister so that she could monitor him with a critical eye. She stared him down, even as Agent Fowler arrived with a human medic, whisking the woman away to one of the back rooms for some 'privacy', leaving the children in the command center with the Autobots. Her amber eyes glared at him as he used his scanners on the others, her hands rubbing her elbows in what he assumed was a nervous habit.

The moment he turned to scan her, she had shrieked and ducked behind the couch.

Which began the squabble between the seven-year old and Medic.

Every time he reached out to grab her so that he could hold her still, she screamed her protest and ran to find another hiding spot. It must have been a humorous spectacle, for everybody had crowded around and watched as he tried to catch the little runt; how annoying! Why couldn't the insufferable brat hold still so he could scan her vitals? Couldn't she understand that she needed to hold still for just a few seconds, and then she could do Primus-knows-what with the others?

"Leave me alone! I just want Marian!"

And then there was Marian! Apparently, Fowler and his little doctor had left while they were all distracted, leaving the patient to wander the halls until she came across the group at the best time, assuming that he was harassing her sister! Why did the humans have to immediately resort to violence before logically thinking a situation through? Throwing a lamp at Bulkhead was pointless, and had they been Decepticons, they would have killed her the moment she revealed her position!

"Marian!"

The two female children bolted for the woman the moment they saw her, and Honey – the little Pit-spawn – thought it would be a wonderful idea to tackle the already injured woman to the ground! Effectively knocking her out again!

Needless to say, Ratchet hated his job sometimes.