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It was quickly agreed that being adult once more, even if they had to be adult femmes, was preferable to being sparklings. And so, both black and whites were soon joined by four more femmes before Perceptor took off for his lab, muttering something about fixing this next hiccup, Starscream hot on his heels.

Wheeljack smirked, told Ratchet the seeker would need keeping an optic on and ran after them. Thundercracker looked at Skyfire in resignation. “I’m going to have to go play referee. ‘Jack’s been itching to get back to a lab, and Starscream… You know how he... she is.”

“I do. That’s why I’m going with you. You’re going to need backup.” Skyfire chuckled, resting a hand on the femme seeker’s shoulder in a commiserating manner as they exited the room. Prowl sighed, then left as well, both Jazz and she conferring with Red Alert and Optimus Prime as to how the pair could resume their normal duties.

It was then that Skydive arrived, favouring an arm and looking wary. While his temperament had improved with the advent of he being saddled with two little mechs to watch out for, the CMO still had a mean throwing arm, and little patience for those who got hurt due to ‘their own foolish actions’.

And Ratchet had a rather loose definition of exactly what ‘foolish actions’ were.

So it was understandable that the Aerialbot made his entrance to the med bay with as little fanfare as possible, slipping quietly to the ambulance’s side and politely drawing his attention. Ratchet turned, optics alighting first on the jet, then on his damaged limb, before they flared with an indignation that Skydive was quick to try and divert.

“S’not my fault, honest. Nearly got run over by Perceptor and then really got run over by more bots, didn’t quite get to see who. Skyfire picked me up after that and told me you weren’t too busy right now.”

The medic sighed, then ordered the mech to one side of the med bay. The Aerialbot meekly held out his arm to be poked and prodded over, casting about the room to distract himself from the process.

And distracted he duly was.



“Who’s she?”

The awestruck question had the medic glancing up at Skydive’s stunned expression with a raised optic ridge, then turning to see who the jet was looking at. Shuttering his optics briefly, Ratchet smirked.

“Oh, a new arrival, just showed up today along with a few others.” Skydive nodded, still staring, and the medic shook his head at the starry opticked look the mech had. “Her name’s Skywarp.”


The flier’s dumbfounded expression prompted giggles from the black and purple seeker, who’d been listening in on the whole thing, and a growl from the red frontliner who was suddenly and very conspicuously between her and the stunned Skydive. Ratchet continued with both explanation and examination, tone blithe.

“You heard me. Unless being run over fragged your audios as well. That’s Skywarp. And that’s a rather peeved Sideswipe glowering at you for making eyes at Skywarp. Speaking of which…” Ratchet turned to shoot a glare of his own at the Lamborghini.

“Damage him after I’ve gotten him fixed and I’ll put a wrench through your noggin. Now settle down and lay off the outraged creator thing.”

“Oh, like you aren’t wondering what Starscream and Wheeljack are doing with Perceptor.”

“One, Perceptor’s got a new and shiny problem to pore over. They could both sit in his lap and he’d not react except to ask them to pass him the magnawrench or laser cutter. Two, Wheeljack’s Wheeljack. She’ll be just as preoccupied as Perceptor. Three, Perceptor knows I can and will bring the wrath of Primus down on his aft if I have to.”

“… Oh.”

“There are benefits to having a reputation.”


The medic groaned at the sound of his name, efficiently finishing the repairs to Skydive’s arm as he did so (being the Ark’s CMO, one got used to multitasking work and complaining about the stupidity of some of his vict- patients). “Frag. What now.”

The sight of Wheeljack, still in femme form with what looked like a large blue feline carried rather awkwardly (and uncomfortably, if the look on said feline’s face was anything to go by) in her arms had all the bots in the room pause for a moment. Finally, Ratchet spoke, tone dry.

“You can’t keep it, Wheeljack. Even if it did follow you home. We have a ‘no pets’ rule in the Ark.”

Wheeljack snorted. “Ha. This is Thundercracker. The ray thing went off while we were making some modifications, and she and Skyfire got hit. Perceptor’s trying to fix it now.”

“Where’s Skyfire then?” Sideswipe asked, his task of glaring at Skydive all but forgotten. The engineer shrugged, jostling the cat and garnering a hiss from the creature.

“I could only carry TC. Skyfire’s much larger.”

Once more the bots in the room paused to contemplate that, looking at the now very annoyed cat in Wheeljack’s arms. Thundercracker was a large feline, almost the size of a lion or tiger, meaning that Wheeljack could tote the ex-seeker about like a human child would the average non-Transformer housecat.

If the Lancia said that Skyfire was larger…. almost dreading the answer to his next question, Ratchet pressed on.

“How big is Skyfire then?”

“Um… Big enough pin Starscream and give her a wash?”

The medic muttered under his breath and buried his face in a palm, and Wheeljack hefted Thundercracker a little higher in her grasp before offering.

“I have image captures. It’s actually very cute, especially after Starscream gave up on shrieking at Skyfire.”

“Hi kitty!”

“Eep!” The engineer started at the voice near her audio, before glancing over her shoulder at the seeker hovering by her side, optics locked on her cat-trinemate. Skywarp cooed at the blue feline, wings fluttering gaily before looking up at the Lancia.

“Can I hold TC, ‘Jack?”

“Ah… sure.” Thundercracker was handed over, Skywarp petting and fussing over the muchly discomfited feline until the creature started purring contentedly.

“Who’s a good kitty, you’re my good kitty, aren’t you, ‘Cracker?”

Thundercracker’s response was to lick the teleporter’s faceplates, prompting more giggles. “Yeah yeah, love you too, ‘Cracker.”

“You know, I think Blades is still in the rec room.” Skydive had slipped closer to the seeker, tone a little hesitant, expression one that indicated he didn’t quite believe he was making the suggestion. Ratchet couldn’t believe his audios either. Quiet, rational, sensible and most of all, non-pranking Skydive actually helping to plot mischief?

Skywarp’s face lit up and she grinned, Skydive smiling back shyly. Calling out to Sideswipe that she’d be back in a bit, the seeker darted out, cat in her arms and dragging the jet with her.

Ratchet busted a circuit laughing at the expression on the red Lamborghini’s faceplates.

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