26th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Ow! Rocks...?

[Silence - except for the familiar creaking and groaning of metal as Ironhide looks around. When he speaks, the gravely, aged voice is back. He does sound more... groggy... than usual. "Hungover", would be a better word.]

What... just happened...? Why... am I in... the bar?

[And as it all dawns on him. Crap, crap, crap.]

... I can explain everything. To all of you. Ratchet--I did... not mean to leave...

Comments

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Now that I am more aware, it is actually rather amusing.

But do not think that means you are 'off the hook,' as the humans would say. I am still confiscating your communicator and restricting you to your quarters until I am satisfied with the state of your spark casing.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You... sure? Things are... different now. I... yeah.

Mmn. Probably best... [He is currently a little too hungover to argue with you, dear.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

We have all changed since before the war. You are far too paranoid - You were young, foolish... And have always been thick-headed. I believe it is a part of your charm.

I will be there momentarily to escort you back.

Ah, now I recall - Bumblebee has rejoined us. I shuld probably speak to him, now that I am more... functional.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Am not paranoid... just... want to make sure you... knew what was what. And I do not have charm.

Mmnf.

... He contacted me already.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Are you worried that I might take offense to your view of 'dirt scraping civilians'? Clearly you do, or I would not tolerate your grumbling.

Well, I am pleased to know you did not manage to frighten him away - or flirt with him, as it sounds from some others who interacted with you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. Sort of. I was... stupid. I... changed my opinion. Or you just like grumbling.

Ugh... I would never...

[He just groans. This is not calming. This is flustering and horrifying.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Clearly, or you would not spend so much time in my medbay. Relax, Ironhide. I am not offended.

Of course not.

[He's still amused.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I... good. Best not be.

Said I was stupid back then... I learned. That attitude... was a mistake.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I would say you were moreso just... young. Everyone does foolish things in their youth - Even Optimus. [snrrrrk, he has stories.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Some things are more... foolish than others.

... what? Really?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

This is true - But there is no reason to blame yourself. You reminded me of Sideswipe, somewhat.

Hard to believe, but certainly truth - I am sure there are tales of his youthful 'adventures' he would prefer stayed private.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Ratchet. Please never compare me and that little speed demon. Ever.

Oh yeah? He stick his hand in a power outlet or something?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I would think you would be proud. From what I have heard, he is quite the ladies mech.

I believe that what occurred is between Optimus and Elita - However, I will say that he did not have quite the same reputation as Sideswipe. [Chuckles]

[heavyweaponsbot]

He is also arrogant, more stubborn than I am, overconfident, and... you know what happened when he showed up.

[Snort] Would have paid to see whatever it was. Poor... Prime.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I do not think it is possible for anyone to be more stubborn than you.

... Let us just say that their first date did not go as planned.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You never had to try and talk him down.

... If things do... end up like you said... might have to ask him, then.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Very true - But you have not had to deal with yourself, either.

Remind me not to be around for that particular conversation.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not as bad as he is.

... Why?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

We will see when next I drag you in for repairwork.

There were only three mechs involved with that particular incident, and Elita is not here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... So, in the next ten minutes, then?

Three?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I did not promise a long wait.

... I was not directly involved, persay...

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Five minutes?

Ratchet? What did you... do?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

... I will be there in a moment. You had best be ready to go.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Ready. And you will be explaining yourself once you get here.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, he's not listening. In fact, you can hear the hated Phil Collins' 'Dance into the Light' CD playing over his radio as he comes to get you, so he doesn't have to explain anything.

It's even in stereo as he finally approaches you. You had better get your aft ready to leave.]