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[fire_engine_bot]

[Monday morning]

Okay, so I ain't outta medbay yet.  But I'm nearly there.  I've got both legs again, and Ratchet says that I ain't allowed to put weight on the new one til he's sure everything's welded properly.  I think that's just his way a sayin' I'm too big ta be walking 'round that quickly.  But he's right, the last thing I wanna do is fall

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[fire_engine_bot]

And ya'll be the one changing it. *Inferno gave Red Alert a small smile, registering Firestar's attempt to leave*

*murmurs* Ya don't hafta go 'Star. *glances around to look for Ratchet* In fact, I think we all oughta go. *gives them both a conspiratorial smile, desperate to get out of the medbay now*

[redhotladybot]

*pauses in her attempt to leave when she sees the conversation is not about to go south* No, I don't think Ratchet would approve.

*idly wanders around to the table where the boxes of rust sticks and flavoured energon treats are still sitting, unopened* Hey, you haven't tried any yet! *looks hurt*

[botwithacamera]

*mock-grumble* One of these days I'm going to install a responsibility subroutine while you're recharging.

*glances at the box, then gives a pointed look in Ratchet's direction*

[autobot_ratchet]

*almost as though he could feel Red Alert's optics on his back, Ratchet turned around*

What?

[fire_engine_bot]

*shrugs* Guess I forgot about 'em. Sorry Firestar.

[redhotladybot]

*brightens* Well, now is as good a time as any - especially since you have something to celebrate. Unless mean old Ratchet won't let you? *she caught Red Alert's pointed look* Maybe if you share with him he'll change his mind?

[botwithacamera]

*catches Ratchet's optics and facepalms at the "mean old Ratchet" comment* Firestar, he's right there. Maybe you should ask him yourself.

[autobot_ratchet]

*raises an optic ridge, coming to stand behind Firestar* Mean old Ratchet eh?

*glances at the box of treats* I told Inferno yesterday that he could eat them provided he didn't eat the whole box. Too much rich energon is bad for the systems.

[fire_engine_bot]

*optics flash in rememberance as Ratchet comes over* Oh yeah. Jus' never got round ta eatin' them.

*shrugs* Wanna treat Ratchet? Must be good gettin' all a us outta medbay. I can leave now, right? *looks hopeful*

[redhotladybot]

*pulls a cube of something yellow-green and effervescent from subspace, handing it to Ratchet with a look of contrition on her faceplates* I mean 'talented and hard working Ratchet'. *winks teasingly* Don't ask me where I got this, but it's the least I could do to thank you for keeping Inferno in good shape all these vorns...

[botwithacamera]

*Sighs, exasperated* Firestar...

[autobot_ratchet]

Thank you.

*dry* This had better not be contraband that will get me in trouble. Especially as you're handing it over to me in front of the security director.

*long suffering sigh* And yes, you may leave. Just make sure to take it easy and no rushing around fighting fires for another couple of days!

[fire_engine_bot]

*stage whisper* Firestar, I hate ta tell ya this, but he's spoken fer.

[redhotladybot]

*whispers back* Hush, Inferno, I'm just being nice, not that he isn't hot with that gorgeous red aft and all...

*smiles sweetly at Ratchet* Oh, don't worry, I got the highgrade from Chromia - she says it's perfectly legitimate. Unfortunately she's also quite sore over losing it to me when we were gambling last time, so that's why I told you not to ask, you naughty mech! *pouts playfully*

[botwithacamera]

*groans* Can't you behave for five minutes?

[autobot_ratchet]

*shakes his head as he catches Firestar's comment*

Well, thank you, Firestar. *even after all these years, he's still not sure how to react when thanked for doing his job*