Good grief, Ratchet, get the hell outta my brain when I'm working on commissions!
"Is he all right, Ratchet?" Prowl asked, concerned.
"Oh yeah. He's peachy." The medical officer snorted and put his scanners away, picking the silvery mech up to hand him back to Prowl so he could take him back to the quarters they were temporarily sharing. "Slagger just probably had the best overload of his life."
The blunt comment made Prowl's processors falter for a fraction of a second, and his extended arms fell to his sides. Ratchet was glad he hadn't handed Jazz back to Prowl yet, or else the Charger would have dropped the offline Solstice.
...Yes, this totally was meant to be connected with that drabble I wrote. Damn you, Ratchet, you just had to say your piece while I'm working!
"Oh yeah. He's peachy." The medical officer snorted and put his scanners away, picking the silvery mech up to hand him back to Prowl so he could take him back to the quarters they were temporarily sharing. "Slagger just probably had the best overload of his life."
The blunt comment made Prowl's processors falter for a fraction of a second, and his extended arms fell to his sides. Ratchet was glad he hadn't handed Jazz back to Prowl yet, or else the Charger would have dropped the offline Solstice.
...Yes, this totally was meant to be connected with that drabble I wrote. Damn you, Ratchet, you just had to say your piece while I'm working!