Mini Fic: the category of 'Stupid'
Title: the category of 'Stupid'
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG
Character(s): First Aid, Beachcomber, Hound, Groove
Warnings: None
Summary: There is a line that classifies stupidity. Some mechs seem intent on crossing the line.
Notes: For requiem_revista, prompt: First Aid - This falls under the category of 'Stupid'
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
"In the classification of things, I think this falls under the category of stupid." No mech dared to argue with the medic standing in front of them, wrench held threateningly in one hand as he glared at the offenders. "What exactly do you have to say for yourselves?"
"Oooops?" Beachcomber offered as he shook another small mountain of sand out from underneath his armour.
The wrench inched a little higher and the fingers holding it creaked with the tightening pressure.
"Sorry?" Hound tried.
"Really sorry." Groove tacked on since as First Aid was clearly still in the medical category 'taking a lesson from Ratchet in dealing with idiots'. As it was rare for any but the mech in question to reach this level of annoyed whereupon wrenches started flying, the slow sideways shuffle of doomed mechs was inevitable.
"Get back here." And quite possibly yet another stupid thing to do. It is a well known fact that medics have a sense entitled 'patient is making a break for it, catch them quick'. The wrench was stabbed at the floor until all victims had returned to their previous positions. "I think the phrase you are looking for is: we're sorry First Aid, we won't do it again."
"we're sorry First Aid, we won't do it again?" Beachcomber tried.
"Pffft. Who am I kidding? Of course you'll go and do it again. The same way the twins are in for jet related injuries, Prime ends up with an injury for throwing himself in front of somemech and Ironhide comes in for cannon related issues." The wrench was finally lowered from threatening to lightly clasped and armour that had been tightened in preparation for being hit was relaxed.
"Go on, scram, just be glad it was me in here and not Ratchet." The Protectobot said and they didn't need telling twice, barreling out of the medbay as fast as they could. Some days he really could sympathise with Ratchet, it just wasn't worth onlining some mornings just to fix self inflicted injuries caused by idiotic mechs.
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG
Character(s): First Aid, Beachcomber, Hound, Groove
Warnings: None
Summary: There is a line that classifies stupidity. Some mechs seem intent on crossing the line.
Notes: For requiem_revista, prompt: First Aid - This falls under the category of 'Stupid'
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
"In the classification of things, I think this falls under the category of stupid." No mech dared to argue with the medic standing in front of them, wrench held threateningly in one hand as he glared at the offenders. "What exactly do you have to say for yourselves?"
"Oooops?" Beachcomber offered as he shook another small mountain of sand out from underneath his armour.
The wrench inched a little higher and the fingers holding it creaked with the tightening pressure.
"Sorry?" Hound tried.
"Really sorry." Groove tacked on since as First Aid was clearly still in the medical category 'taking a lesson from Ratchet in dealing with idiots'. As it was rare for any but the mech in question to reach this level of annoyed whereupon wrenches started flying, the slow sideways shuffle of doomed mechs was inevitable.
"Get back here." And quite possibly yet another stupid thing to do. It is a well known fact that medics have a sense entitled 'patient is making a break for it, catch them quick'. The wrench was stabbed at the floor until all victims had returned to their previous positions. "I think the phrase you are looking for is: we're sorry First Aid, we won't do it again."
"we're sorry First Aid, we won't do it again?" Beachcomber tried.
"Pffft. Who am I kidding? Of course you'll go and do it again. The same way the twins are in for jet related injuries, Prime ends up with an injury for throwing himself in front of somemech and Ironhide comes in for cannon related issues." The wrench was finally lowered from threatening to lightly clasped and armour that had been tightened in preparation for being hit was relaxed.
"Go on, scram, just be glad it was me in here and not Ratchet." The Protectobot said and they didn't need telling twice, barreling out of the medbay as fast as they could. Some days he really could sympathise with Ratchet, it just wasn't worth onlining some mornings just to fix self inflicted injuries caused by idiotic mechs.