(Untitled)

[greasemunkygal]

Who: Mikaela and Ironhide
What: Mikaela insists on looking at Ironhide after he whines about being sore.
Where: Medbay
Summary: Happens directly after this~

Comments

[show_my_cannons]

Why was he allowing this? He shouldn't be seeing her. Didn't know how long his resolve to tell her nothing about the conversation between himself and the boy would last. Especially when... she was so worried. He could sympathize with that.

He'd been exiting the medbay, having checked up on the patient for what had to be the seventh time in the last hour, and nodded to her.

"Where do you want me?" he asked simply, keeping his voice quiet.

[greasemunkygal]

"Wherever I can reach ya." She smiled at him again, though there's a ghost of worry behind it.

"And you're gonna have to tell me where you're hurting. Makes repairs easier when the mech your working on can tell ya where to work." She laughed hollowly, shaking her head and poking around in her toolbox she kept in the medbay.

[show_my_cannons]

With a nod, he limped off to a more private corner of the medbay. It was partitioned off, hopefully more soundproofed than the rest of the area. He didn't want Ratchet even suspecting there was something wrong. Once there, he simply crouched down, against the wall, and sat.

"Chestplates," he said. "Probably dented internally... got hit... hard after Prime..." He trailed off, leaning his head back against the wall. Maybe that was all it was... just an internal dent from the rings.

[greasemunkygal]

"Got it." She set her box down next to him and tucked a few things into her belt before pulling herself up and monkeying her way to his chest.

"The creepy Prime, right?" She stuck her cheek against the metal on his chest, turning her face to peek at him.

"That all that hurts?"

[show_my_cannons]

He watched her clamber up his chestplates with curiosity. It was a new thing to have a human climb all over him. He recorded it for later, logging it away to send to Ratchet--for his odd fascination with human study.

"No," he admitted. "I have been involved in the fighting rings." A careful shrug. "Pays well. When I win..."

A huge hand came up beside her, briefly touching the long-healed scar from the false Prime's kick. "Sometimes."

[greasemunkygal]

"Fighting rings..." She murmurs that to herself. She knows what they are, and where they are. She's been once.

She watched his hand come to a rest, and she hesitates befor peering closer.

"...Sometimes...?"

[show_my_cannons]

Another nod. He forced his hand down, before he started picking at the thing again. Besides, it was in the way, if she really wanted to look.

"Sometimes," he repeated. "I cannot win all of the time... And we require the funds, with Ratchet unable to work..."

[greasemunkygal]

"That doesn't mean go get yourself beat up." She frowns at him, swatting at his hand. "Quit picking at that." She pushed herself closer, pressing her hands against the metal of his chest. "We make some at the car wash. Even I make a decent amount at the shop. 'M kinda surprised people stop in. 'S not very well advertised or anything..."

At any rate, she's proud people are coming by.

[show_my_cannons]

"You should see the other 'bot," he snorted. "I lose only rarely--I am not picking at it!" She was just like Ratchet. And himself. How odd was that?

Under her fingers, a panel slid open, allowing her access to some of the less vital internals. "Word has gotten out that you do good work," he said. "I am not surprised."

[greasemunkygal]

"You are picking." She grunted, sliding her hands into the panels. She set about tightening and reconnecting anything that might have been lose or had been disconnected as she talked.

"Yeah, I...didn't realize word really traveled that fast." She laughed. "Glad it did. I'm having to spend half my day there, and half at the car wash now, and I occasionally throw in some overtime at the shop, too." It's obvious she loves being there.

[show_my_cannons]

"You nag like Ratchet," he replied. He just made a low sound of annoyance when she began--as she hadn't managed to shut down pain receptors in the area. It didn't hurt, just felt... uncomfortable.

He laughed, slightly. It was more of a scoff really. "At least you manage to keep yourself busy, and out of trouble." There was a slight emphasis on the latter part of that statement.

[greasemunkygal]

"'S cause we care." She shrugs, still working gently. "That was uh....really nice of you to clean the medbay for him, and get him new tools. Very sweet." She glances up at his face and quirks a smile before bending her head back to her work.

"Trouble finds us, 'Hide." She grinned, shaking her head. "You oughta know that by now."

[show_my_cannons]

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, shrugging. He knew they cared. A little too much in one case. "It was not... nice. It needed cleaning. He needed medical tools. Just practical--ow." Gentle as she was being, she'd found a sore spot, and he twitched, metal shuddering.

"Of course I know that," he said. "We need to stop that from happening..."

[greasemunkygal]

"Practical or not, it was very sweet of you." She lifted her hands when he shuddered, flinching guiltily. "Sorry."

"I don't think it's going to stop." Mikaela's voice was a soft murmur as she worked. "I think I've pretty much accepted that, y'know?"

[show_my_cannons]

He made a grumbling sound of denial at that. There was nothing "sweet" about it. And if word was going to get around... couldn't have it happen. "Just a sore spot," he muttered, trying to look down at what she was doing.

"It may," he said. "Megatron has been quiet for a while..." And then he shook his head. "May be getting too optimistic."

[greasemunkygal]

She wouldn't tell anyone if he didn't want her to. He would, of course, have to ask her. "'M trying to help with that. You've got a lot of dings in here, 'Hide." All over him, actually. Some of this she couldn't fix without Ratchet tutoring her. Ironhide was a lot more advanced than a motorcycle or a normal car.

"I'd totally love to think that he's gonna leave us all alone." She leaned back for a moment to look at him. "But do you really think that's gonna happen? 'Cause I don't."