Mini Fic: A better night includes...
Title: A better night includes...
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ratchet/Hoist/Wheeljack
Warnings: Inebriated bots attempting non explicit P&P
Summary: The party was good, now it just needs something else to make it into a perfect night
Notes: Written for tf_speedwriting comm, 14/4/12 Prompt 4: Inebriated. Let's have some tipsy fumbling ;)
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
"That was a good party." Hoist said as they wobbled into an Academy room. Not his. Or Ratchet's. He filed that so that he might possibly remember it once the charge died down and he could think straight again.
"Sure was." The engineering student that had helped them drink through a barrel of high grade was listing to one side, only the presence of the doorframe keeping him upright.
"Oww." Ratchet glared, or tried to at least, at an armchair. "Bad seat." He clambered back to his feet and stumbled the extra few steps so that he wouldn't end up on the floor again. "Stay."
"I haven't been this drunk for a while." The engineer, Wheeljack according to the very fuzzy memory files, said as he wobbled across the room. "At least I think I'm drunk, because I'm seeing two of everything." Indeed, his optics appeared to be focused to different wavelengths and he had already crashed into his own desk. At least I hoped it was his desk, because if it wasn't then some poor student was going to get a shock.
"You know what would make the night better?" Ratchet suddenly asked.
I shook my helm, before realising that was a potentially bad plan and Wheeljack made a noise that I think was meant to indicate that Ratchet cntinue.
"Interfacing."
Wheeljack blinked, his optics flickering, clearly large amounts of processing power was being used elsewhere. "Interfacing sounds good." He finally agreed before looking round the room. "We need to get the berth into here though."
Ratchet nodded before frowning, even as my own logic centre threw up queries at me. "Can't we go to the berth?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, that would work."
Ratchet swore at the chair again as it resisted several attempts to let him get up, before heading into the berthroom and I caught Wheeljack as he span around to follow and almost ended up on the floor. Thankfully he wasn't any bigger than me, as I don't think either of us could have caught Ratch if he went floor direction.
"Uhhhhm" Wheeljack just shrugged as he bounced onto the berth and joined Ratchet in staring down at various datacables which he had unspooled.
"That type. I think." I pointed at one and flipped open one of my ports and inspected the connector. "Yeah, that one."
Wheeljack happily took it up as I sorted out another interfacing cable from the mess of leads that Ratchet had produced. Whoever thought it a good plan to give medics lots of cables to help diagnostics didn't ever think of the possibilities of mixing them up while 'facing.
At least Ratchet managed to find the right cables on my frame to unspool and plug into himself and then a small amount of prodding yeilded the answer on Wheeljack's frame.
The last cable snapped into place with a click and Wheeljack's mental voice echoed across the link as he pulled us all down into a pile of rapidly heating metal.
Party on
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ratchet/Hoist/Wheeljack
Warnings: Inebriated bots attempting non explicit P&P
Summary: The party was good, now it just needs something else to make it into a perfect night
Notes: Written for tf_speedwriting comm, 14/4/12 Prompt 4: Inebriated. Let's have some tipsy fumbling ;)
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
"That was a good party." Hoist said as they wobbled into an Academy room. Not his. Or Ratchet's. He filed that so that he might possibly remember it once the charge died down and he could think straight again.
"Sure was." The engineering student that had helped them drink through a barrel of high grade was listing to one side, only the presence of the doorframe keeping him upright.
"Oww." Ratchet glared, or tried to at least, at an armchair. "Bad seat." He clambered back to his feet and stumbled the extra few steps so that he wouldn't end up on the floor again. "Stay."
"I haven't been this drunk for a while." The engineer, Wheeljack according to the very fuzzy memory files, said as he wobbled across the room. "At least I think I'm drunk, because I'm seeing two of everything." Indeed, his optics appeared to be focused to different wavelengths and he had already crashed into his own desk. At least I hoped it was his desk, because if it wasn't then some poor student was going to get a shock.
"You know what would make the night better?" Ratchet suddenly asked.
I shook my helm, before realising that was a potentially bad plan and Wheeljack made a noise that I think was meant to indicate that Ratchet cntinue.
"Interfacing."
Wheeljack blinked, his optics flickering, clearly large amounts of processing power was being used elsewhere. "Interfacing sounds good." He finally agreed before looking round the room. "We need to get the berth into here though."
Ratchet nodded before frowning, even as my own logic centre threw up queries at me. "Can't we go to the berth?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, that would work."
Ratchet swore at the chair again as it resisted several attempts to let him get up, before heading into the berthroom and I caught Wheeljack as he span around to follow and almost ended up on the floor. Thankfully he wasn't any bigger than me, as I don't think either of us could have caught Ratch if he went floor direction.
"Uhhhhm" Wheeljack just shrugged as he bounced onto the berth and joined Ratchet in staring down at various datacables which he had unspooled.
"That type. I think." I pointed at one and flipped open one of my ports and inspected the connector. "Yeah, that one."
Wheeljack happily took it up as I sorted out another interfacing cable from the mess of leads that Ratchet had produced. Whoever thought it a good plan to give medics lots of cables to help diagnostics didn't ever think of the possibilities of mixing them up while 'facing.
At least Ratchet managed to find the right cables on my frame to unspool and plug into himself and then a small amount of prodding yeilded the answer on Wheeljack's frame.
The last cable snapped into place with a click and Wheeljack's mental voice echoed across the link as he pulled us all down into a pile of rapidly heating metal.
Party on