Memo? What Memo?
From the post a day or two ago { here}
Original prompt was (no.46): ""Nature, time, and patience are three great physicians." - Proverb. Shame no one told Ratchet." posted by lapinporokoira. Which can be found here. Said friend is helping me beta it but she had to get off. So I'll go ahead a post a small teaser.
Title: "Memo"
Rating: Rated E for everyone XD
'verse: G1
Warnings: not-a
Summary: Nature, time, and patience are three great physicians." - Proverb
Notes: Pulled out of my aft thin air. It turned out as not much, most certiantly not a masterpiece, just a fun little dabble :) oh btw. I want to add another small section to the ending where Ratchet gets wind of the quote and/or joke. But inspiration kinda died on me. *sigh*
For the most part the rec-room was empty except a few lingering 'bots loitering around and sipping at their energon cubes at the tables. Most of the others were out on their own shift's, recharging for their later shifts or after they'd come back.
The peaceful silence broke momentarily like the calm of a storm as the rec-room doors slide open letting in Wheeljack. He'd been humming to himself before hand, noticing the silence in the room like a library or museum, he stopped and hummed inside his head no less deterred. Despite have been cooped up in the med-bay, his arm still showing reminisces of the most recent accident, he was in good spirits. It hadn't been his fault that time mind you, but he wasn't going to blame someone else. It wasn't his style.
One of the mech's who where already present in the room greeted him and 'Jack greeted him back with a friendly, "Hello", before continuing on his way to the energon dispenser. He'd planned on getting refueled before heading back to his lab for work he needed to catch up on, or perhaps stopping by Perceptor's lab to check and see how things were doing with his favorite lab partner. He chuckled at the thought, vocal indicators flashing a bright blue. Getting a small cup and filling it up, he turned around and surveyed the room, hiding his faceplate behind the mug for a moment as he sipped at its contents.
Off over in front of the big screen TV that sat attached to the wall, numerous different game stations littering the floor along with handmade controllers. Many he designed himself, he'd admit smugly, but without vain. It had been fun. Seating on one of the human couches was Carly, 'nose stuck in a book', as the saying went. Swaying back and forth on his heels for a moment, mask clicking back into place, he walked over to the young women's side and peered over to see if he could tell what she was so absorbed in. Not being able to, he knelt down, putting the cup on the floor but not taking his digits off of its rim. By then Carly had already notice the Autobot and was gazing up at him with a smile on her face.
"Hey 'Jack. How you doing?", She glanced at the mech's arm, "How's your arm?"
Behind his mask Wheeljack smiled, "Excellent! Arms fine, just needs some paint and a panel or two replaced.", Fins flashed as he cocked his head to one side, gazing at the book absently fiddling with one said scratches on his arm, "What'cha reading there?"
Turning back to her book, Carly slide the paper book mark into place which was a scrap of paper she'd found lying around back home, and closed it so the cover faced the two. That's when Wheeljack noticed, by the black and white cardboard front, that it wasn't a novel, but a composition book warn by time; or in other words, a journal. "Oh this? My mom is doing some spring cleaning and she dragged out some boxes filled with some of her old school stuff and a bunch of random books."
She too the book up between her nimble hands and let the pages flip like cards behind delt. "It's a journal she hadn't seen since she was in ninth grade I think she said. She knew I liked writing down quotes and stuff from people and books so she let me have it."
Interest peaked, Wheeljack slide his cup out of the was so he wouldn't knock it over and knelt down a little further. Carly could see how interested he really was by the look in his optics. She smiled and flipped the journal back open so he could better ispect the writing inside. She knew he could magnify his vision just enough to see the writing the pages. Almost every line was different from the other. While most was written in pencil some were in ink, and not always black, but sometimes blue or red. And different styles, some cursive, some neat, or sloppy, and all varying in size.
"Some of these are very incitefull! I like it!" Wheejack exclaimed.
"I love it too! We thought it was funny that she did some of the same stuff that I do now. I'm glad she gave it to me, though. It's really interesting."
"This is very interesting. Do you mind reading me some that are in the lighter pencil?"
"Sure! I can do that."
Carly turned back to the book once again and flipped through the pages. Scanning one she selected with her finger she start picking them off. "People will allow their faults to be shown them, they will let themselves to be punished for them; they will patiently endure many things because of them; they only become impatient when they have to lay them aside. Goethe. We are travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find in our travelers is a home and a friend. Robert Louis Stevenson."
"Oh, I like that one!"
And so Carly continued finding quotes and such in her mother's book for a few pages that Wheeljack couldn't clearly make out. Not all she understood, though they both tried to decipher them themselves, just enjoying the fun. Hound, who'd been present before Wheeljack had came into the rec-room, saturated, over. He was gladly welcomed in to the conversation and hearing the of the quotes.
As Carly started scrolling again she suddenly started giggling over something. The two mech's exchanged curious glances. It was Wheeljack who spoke up. "What's so funny, Carly?"
She laughed again waving a hand in front of her face. "Listen to this one." Again the two mech's exchanged glances this time even more amused and eager to hear it. "Nature, time, and patience are three great physicians. Proverb." Carly giggled "Shame no one gave Ratchet that memo!" The once quiet rec-room bluntly erupted with laughter.
Original prompt was (no.46): ""Nature, time, and patience are three great physicians." - Proverb. Shame no one told Ratchet." posted by lapinporokoira. Which can be found here. Said friend is helping me beta it but she had to get off. So I'll go ahead a post a small teaser.
Title: "Memo"
Rating: Rated E for everyone XD
'verse: G1
Warnings: not-a
Summary: Nature, time, and patience are three great physicians." - Proverb
Notes: Pulled out of my aft thin air. It turned out as not much, most certiantly not a masterpiece, just a fun little dabble :) oh btw. I want to add another small section to the ending where Ratchet gets wind of the quote and/or joke. But inspiration kinda died on me. *sigh*
For the most part the rec-room was empty except a few lingering 'bots loitering around and sipping at their energon cubes at the tables. Most of the others were out on their own shift's, recharging for their later shifts or after they'd come back.
The peaceful silence broke momentarily like the calm of a storm as the rec-room doors slide open letting in Wheeljack. He'd been humming to himself before hand, noticing the silence in the room like a library or museum, he stopped and hummed inside his head no less deterred. Despite have been cooped up in the med-bay, his arm still showing reminisces of the most recent accident, he was in good spirits. It hadn't been his fault that time mind you, but he wasn't going to blame someone else. It wasn't his style.
One of the mech's who where already present in the room greeted him and 'Jack greeted him back with a friendly, "Hello", before continuing on his way to the energon dispenser. He'd planned on getting refueled before heading back to his lab for work he needed to catch up on, or perhaps stopping by Perceptor's lab to check and see how things were doing with his favorite lab partner. He chuckled at the thought, vocal indicators flashing a bright blue. Getting a small cup and filling it up, he turned around and surveyed the room, hiding his faceplate behind the mug for a moment as he sipped at its contents.
Off over in front of the big screen TV that sat attached to the wall, numerous different game stations littering the floor along with handmade controllers. Many he designed himself, he'd admit smugly, but without vain. It had been fun. Seating on one of the human couches was Carly, 'nose stuck in a book', as the saying went. Swaying back and forth on his heels for a moment, mask clicking back into place, he walked over to the young women's side and peered over to see if he could tell what she was so absorbed in. Not being able to, he knelt down, putting the cup on the floor but not taking his digits off of its rim. By then Carly had already notice the Autobot and was gazing up at him with a smile on her face.
"Hey 'Jack. How you doing?", She glanced at the mech's arm, "How's your arm?"
Behind his mask Wheeljack smiled, "Excellent! Arms fine, just needs some paint and a panel or two replaced.", Fins flashed as he cocked his head to one side, gazing at the book absently fiddling with one said scratches on his arm, "What'cha reading there?"
Turning back to her book, Carly slide the paper book mark into place which was a scrap of paper she'd found lying around back home, and closed it so the cover faced the two. That's when Wheeljack noticed, by the black and white cardboard front, that it wasn't a novel, but a composition book warn by time; or in other words, a journal. "Oh this? My mom is doing some spring cleaning and she dragged out some boxes filled with some of her old school stuff and a bunch of random books."
She too the book up between her nimble hands and let the pages flip like cards behind delt. "It's a journal she hadn't seen since she was in ninth grade I think she said. She knew I liked writing down quotes and stuff from people and books so she let me have it."
Interest peaked, Wheeljack slide his cup out of the was so he wouldn't knock it over and knelt down a little further. Carly could see how interested he really was by the look in his optics. She smiled and flipped the journal back open so he could better ispect the writing inside. She knew he could magnify his vision just enough to see the writing the pages. Almost every line was different from the other. While most was written in pencil some were in ink, and not always black, but sometimes blue or red. And different styles, some cursive, some neat, or sloppy, and all varying in size.
"Some of these are very incitefull! I like it!" Wheejack exclaimed.
"I love it too! We thought it was funny that she did some of the same stuff that I do now. I'm glad she gave it to me, though. It's really interesting."
"This is very interesting. Do you mind reading me some that are in the lighter pencil?"
"Sure! I can do that."
Carly turned back to the book once again and flipped through the pages. Scanning one she selected with her finger she start picking them off. "People will allow their faults to be shown them, they will let themselves to be punished for them; they will patiently endure many things because of them; they only become impatient when they have to lay them aside. Goethe. We are travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we find in our travelers is a home and a friend. Robert Louis Stevenson."
"Oh, I like that one!"
And so Carly continued finding quotes and such in her mother's book for a few pages that Wheeljack couldn't clearly make out. Not all she understood, though they both tried to decipher them themselves, just enjoying the fun. Hound, who'd been present before Wheeljack had came into the rec-room, saturated, over. He was gladly welcomed in to the conversation and hearing the of the quotes.
As Carly started scrolling again she suddenly started giggling over something. The two mech's exchanged curious glances. It was Wheeljack who spoke up. "What's so funny, Carly?"
She laughed again waving a hand in front of her face. "Listen to this one." Again the two mech's exchanged glances this time even more amused and eager to hear it. "Nature, time, and patience are three great physicians. Proverb." Carly giggled "Shame no one gave Ratchet that memo!" The once quiet rec-room bluntly erupted with laughter.