Mini Fic: Reap what you sow
Title: Reap what you sow
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Ratchet/Hoist/First Aid
Warnings: None
Summary: Ratchet and Hoist taught First Aid all they know...
Notes: Prompt: First Aid/Hoist/Ratchet - We've created a monster
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
Hoist shivered before he was able to still his armour, beside him he could feel Ratchet all but vibrating as they kept their optics focussed on Optimus and Prowl. Both of them had long perfected the art of appearing alert during mass debriefings when in actual fact they were chattering away to each other on the private medical comm frequency.
Neither of them had ever thought to use it quite like it was being utilised now.
Hoist shook his helm, resetting his optics on the Praxian who was droning on about the value of watching where things were.
::I do hope you remember where your things are?:: The purr down the comm was amused as the glyphs had an unhealthy amount of rather vulgar modifiers attached to them. Ratchet shifted with a soft vent of atmosphere, being sat so close to the front of the gathering as he waited to give his damage report, he was unable to even turn around and glare at the younger mech who was happily snuggling with his gestalt mates near the back.
Hoist flicked his armour, opening the seams to try and lose heat without having to resort to letting his fans spin up as yet another description of exactly what First Aid would prefer to be doing right now came through the comm.
::We've created a monster.:: Hoist finally said as they realised both Prime and Prowl were looking expectantly in their direction.
A burst of sinfully dark amusement flared through the link, the glyphs rife with mischief as First Aid decided that Ratchet being up on the podium was no reason not to continue.
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Ratchet/Hoist/First Aid
Warnings: None
Summary: Ratchet and Hoist taught First Aid all they know...
Notes: Prompt: First Aid/Hoist/Ratchet - We've created a monster
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related stuff still doesn't belong to me :(
Hoist shivered before he was able to still his armour, beside him he could feel Ratchet all but vibrating as they kept their optics focussed on Optimus and Prowl. Both of them had long perfected the art of appearing alert during mass debriefings when in actual fact they were chattering away to each other on the private medical comm frequency.
Neither of them had ever thought to use it quite like it was being utilised now.
Hoist shook his helm, resetting his optics on the Praxian who was droning on about the value of watching where things were.
::I do hope you remember where your things are?:: The purr down the comm was amused as the glyphs had an unhealthy amount of rather vulgar modifiers attached to them. Ratchet shifted with a soft vent of atmosphere, being sat so close to the front of the gathering as he waited to give his damage report, he was unable to even turn around and glare at the younger mech who was happily snuggling with his gestalt mates near the back.
Hoist flicked his armour, opening the seams to try and lose heat without having to resort to letting his fans spin up as yet another description of exactly what First Aid would prefer to be doing right now came through the comm.
::We've created a monster.:: Hoist finally said as they realised both Prime and Prowl were looking expectantly in their direction.
A burst of sinfully dark amusement flared through the link, the glyphs rife with mischief as First Aid decided that Ratchet being up on the podium was no reason not to continue.