18 Steps from Extinction Ch 9
Chapter Title: Of daily life
Disclaimer: I still don't make any money from this.
Challenge: "I guess for all the stuff you can fix, stupidity isn't one of them."(from Jagwarakit on ffn)
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Ratchet
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd Post-RoTF
Summary: A typical day in the life of a soon to be liaison for an alien race, and what he sees while in his 'professor's' medbay.
Link List: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight
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It had started out normal enough for Sam, when you took out the jittery nerves of everyone not on patrol or duty who would find some reason to stop by the nursery (As most of the permanent humans on base had been calling it after getting over the "baby robots, really?') to 'sneakily' check on the soon to be running around sparklings. The good nature game of live Frogger just to get breakfast in the middle of a shift change, something blowing up on the other side of the base with Wheeljack's 'don't panic' radio transmission as Red Alert nearly careened his face into the midsection of Optimus in his run to play damage control, going past the hangar being used as an office and storage room with a cup of coffee just as Prowl in a slowly becoming normal pique of emotion kicked a grinning Jazz out of the area he was using for tactical analysis, the mini twins hanging upside down from a ceiling…okay that wasn't normal but Mudflap and Skids probably deserved it; passing Perceptor as he studied some random item one of the human scientists had brought with them, Bumblebee and Arcee in a supposed training exercise against Ironhide with Bluestreak playing commentator alongside Smokescreen, and just as he was finished with his caffeine fix he had reached medbay in time to watch Sideswipe get chased out by a less then pleased Ratchet.
Like clockwork, once the medic was certain the silver terror was gone Sam felt the prickling of medical scans briefly wash over him before being picked up and carried into the hallowed halls of medbay. From there was the usual byplay of inane questions and threats of him being used to scrub tools by hand for the rest of his life in retaliation of his questions; He settled himself on the far left corner of Ratchet's desk that he had claimed and began to cram as much information on Cybertron that he could into his head before he begged for a break. No one had asked him if he wanted to be the human cultural expert on the big guys when they finally went public and people wanted to talk to someone their size instead of someone that could easily step on them. Yet, here he was and considering who Galloway had wanted to be put in place it was better for all of them. Maybe when the guy finally retired out of frustration with them all they could stop having to one up the guy to prove a point.
While reading a legend about a Nexus Prime that may or may not be more then a fairytale, Red Alert and Perceptor had brought a smoking and missing an arm Wheeljack in for repairs before both scattered back to their duty stations. The typical conversation that could be summarized in Wheeljack being cheeky and was 'this' close to making it not explode while Ratchet went on about how he was one day going to not fix the engineer when he did this. An empty threat Sam thought to himself as he exited out of that document file and on to the next when he was certain he could recite it word for word in his sleep. During the history of the Golden Age, Sentinel Prime's era to be specific, he got a small break to ask the dented form of his best friend and Guardian how training went, even as Ratchet glared at an unrepentant Ironhide over the fact live rounds had been used without any warning or proper planning for such, while the pink and blue Arcee units quizzed him on what he had just read while her purple unit and Bumblebee got looked over and repaired. After they had left and he had started reviewing the history of the Towers he had started on last week Sunstreaker had shown up and silently acquired the tools to buff out a scratch on his armor, before leaving as quickly as he had shown up.
It was about then that Ratchet called a halt to his studies and set him back on the floor to traverse to the cafeteria for lunch while the medic took reports that needed to be looked at to Optimus. After another round of Autobot's dodging human obstacles, and hearing about a new toy that Lennox and his team were getting to try out later on today, Sam made a break for freedom when he was certain not to run face first into someone's very hard and metallic ankle in doing so. He managed two hours of freedom by helping Bluestreak clean some of the weapons by getting into places an Autobot couldn't get to without some clever thinking and makeshift tools. That only came to an end because both of them had scrambled out of the weapons storage when Ironhide had passed by chasing a manically laughing Sideswipe.
The chase ending with Sideswipe being helped to medbay by Bluestreak after Ironhide managed a lucky shot on the frontliner. The result had Sam back on his desk and Bluestreak sneaking away before Ratchet could find a reason to keep him in medbay. The repairs were made quickly and once more Sam witnessed Ratchet chasing that particular twin out of medbay, all while grumbling about the lack of maturity and intelligence amongst those he had to fix all the time.
"I guess for all the stuff you can fix, stupidity isn't one of them."
Sam had just gotten a Look from the medic after that comment and he wisely went back to reading about Primus and Unicron.
Disclaimer: I still don't make any money from this.
Challenge: "I guess for all the stuff you can fix, stupidity isn't one of them."(from Jagwarakit on ffn)
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, Ratchet
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd Post-RoTF
Summary: A typical day in the life of a soon to be liaison for an alien race, and what he sees while in his 'professor's' medbay.
Link List: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight
==================================================================
It had started out normal enough for Sam, when you took out the jittery nerves of everyone not on patrol or duty who would find some reason to stop by the nursery (As most of the permanent humans on base had been calling it after getting over the "baby robots, really?') to 'sneakily' check on the soon to be running around sparklings. The good nature game of live Frogger just to get breakfast in the middle of a shift change, something blowing up on the other side of the base with Wheeljack's 'don't panic' radio transmission as Red Alert nearly careened his face into the midsection of Optimus in his run to play damage control, going past the hangar being used as an office and storage room with a cup of coffee just as Prowl in a slowly becoming normal pique of emotion kicked a grinning Jazz out of the area he was using for tactical analysis, the mini twins hanging upside down from a ceiling…okay that wasn't normal but Mudflap and Skids probably deserved it; passing Perceptor as he studied some random item one of the human scientists had brought with them, Bumblebee and Arcee in a supposed training exercise against Ironhide with Bluestreak playing commentator alongside Smokescreen, and just as he was finished with his caffeine fix he had reached medbay in time to watch Sideswipe get chased out by a less then pleased Ratchet.
Like clockwork, once the medic was certain the silver terror was gone Sam felt the prickling of medical scans briefly wash over him before being picked up and carried into the hallowed halls of medbay. From there was the usual byplay of inane questions and threats of him being used to scrub tools by hand for the rest of his life in retaliation of his questions; He settled himself on the far left corner of Ratchet's desk that he had claimed and began to cram as much information on Cybertron that he could into his head before he begged for a break. No one had asked him if he wanted to be the human cultural expert on the big guys when they finally went public and people wanted to talk to someone their size instead of someone that could easily step on them. Yet, here he was and considering who Galloway had wanted to be put in place it was better for all of them. Maybe when the guy finally retired out of frustration with them all they could stop having to one up the guy to prove a point.
While reading a legend about a Nexus Prime that may or may not be more then a fairytale, Red Alert and Perceptor had brought a smoking and missing an arm Wheeljack in for repairs before both scattered back to their duty stations. The typical conversation that could be summarized in Wheeljack being cheeky and was 'this' close to making it not explode while Ratchet went on about how he was one day going to not fix the engineer when he did this. An empty threat Sam thought to himself as he exited out of that document file and on to the next when he was certain he could recite it word for word in his sleep. During the history of the Golden Age, Sentinel Prime's era to be specific, he got a small break to ask the dented form of his best friend and Guardian how training went, even as Ratchet glared at an unrepentant Ironhide over the fact live rounds had been used without any warning or proper planning for such, while the pink and blue Arcee units quizzed him on what he had just read while her purple unit and Bumblebee got looked over and repaired. After they had left and he had started reviewing the history of the Towers he had started on last week Sunstreaker had shown up and silently acquired the tools to buff out a scratch on his armor, before leaving as quickly as he had shown up.
It was about then that Ratchet called a halt to his studies and set him back on the floor to traverse to the cafeteria for lunch while the medic took reports that needed to be looked at to Optimus. After another round of Autobot's dodging human obstacles, and hearing about a new toy that Lennox and his team were getting to try out later on today, Sam made a break for freedom when he was certain not to run face first into someone's very hard and metallic ankle in doing so. He managed two hours of freedom by helping Bluestreak clean some of the weapons by getting into places an Autobot couldn't get to without some clever thinking and makeshift tools. That only came to an end because both of them had scrambled out of the weapons storage when Ironhide had passed by chasing a manically laughing Sideswipe.
The chase ending with Sideswipe being helped to medbay by Bluestreak after Ironhide managed a lucky shot on the frontliner. The result had Sam back on his desk and Bluestreak sneaking away before Ratchet could find a reason to keep him in medbay. The repairs were made quickly and once more Sam witnessed Ratchet chasing that particular twin out of medbay, all while grumbling about the lack of maturity and intelligence amongst those he had to fix all the time.
"I guess for all the stuff you can fix, stupidity isn't one of them."
Sam had just gotten a Look from the medic after that comment and he wisely went back to reading about Primus and Unicron.