Ficlet- Was Distracted
I did very badly on my first biology midterm. This does not make me a happy TV, so I wrote this to cheer myself up a bit. Now then, I'm off to study so I'll do much better on the next midterm.
Rating: K+
Warnings: Very lightly implied slash
characters: Ratchet, Hot Spot, First Aid, Swoop
Pairing(s)First Aid/Swoop
Summary: Hot Spot can't find First Aid anywhere, Aid's been "distracted"
Ratchet glanced up at a knock on the medbay’s door. Well, it couldn’t be an injury, or whoever it was would have just barged right in. Ratchet called out “enter” and went back to cleaning his tools. As the door slid open, Hot Spot stepped in lightly. “Hey Ratchet, is First Aid in here?”
“Hmm?” Ratchet glanced up. “No, he and Swoop were organizing in here earlier, and I told them they could leave as soon as they were done. They work very well.”
Hot Spot frowned under his mask. “Strange… Aid’s not been back to Protectobot bay yet.”
Ratchet looked up, frowning, and set his tools aside. “That is strange. Well, maybe he’s still in the back room organizing, I’ll admit I didn’t check. Did you radio him?”
“He didn’t answer.”
No? Well, he’s probably back there then, you know how he won’t answer unless it’s an emergency frequency when he’s working.”
Hot Spot nodded and went to open the backroom door, but it opened before he got there and First Aid stuck his head out, lacking both his mask and visor. “Oh, hey Hot Spot, I thought I heard your voice.”
“There you are, you weren’t answering my comms.” Hot Spot shook his head and playfully tapped his brother’s head. First Aid smiled back.
“Sorry, I was distracted.”
“You are such a perfectionist when it comes to organization,” Commented Ratchet, actually not displeased by the care his apprentices took to keep medbay in shape. “But you’ve been at it for a long time.”
“We got a bit distracted, sorry Ratchet.”
“Found some old parts?” Teased Hot Spot. First Aid coughed into his hand.
“…Yes… and other stuff.” He nodded, finally coming out of the room completely. “But we’re done now.”
“Other stuff?” Asked Ratchet curiously as First Aid gathered his own things together. Swoop helpfully chose that moment to exit the backroom, carrying First Aid’s mask and visor.
“You Aid forget these.”
“Oh, thank you Swoop, I’d forgotten about those,” First Aid took them and noticed Ratchet and Hot Spot’s expressions. “What?”
Hot Spot shook his head to clear in and let out an amused huff. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Come on ‘Aid, there’s a movie Groove has for us to watch.”
“I’m coming,” Said First Aid, happily following his gestaltmate out of medbay. Ratchet watched the two Protectobots go and then slowly turned to Swoop.
“Swoop.”
Yes Ratchet?” Replied the Dinobot, having the grace to look slightly embarrassed.
“If you two are going to do that, please be done before people start wondering where you are. And don’t do it in my medbay.”
Swoop shrugged and giggled. “Yes Ratchet.”
Rating: K+
Warnings: Very lightly implied slash
characters: Ratchet, Hot Spot, First Aid, Swoop
Pairing(s)First Aid/Swoop
Summary: Hot Spot can't find First Aid anywhere, Aid's been "distracted"
Ratchet glanced up at a knock on the medbay’s door. Well, it couldn’t be an injury, or whoever it was would have just barged right in. Ratchet called out “enter” and went back to cleaning his tools. As the door slid open, Hot Spot stepped in lightly. “Hey Ratchet, is First Aid in here?”
“Hmm?” Ratchet glanced up. “No, he and Swoop were organizing in here earlier, and I told them they could leave as soon as they were done. They work very well.”
Hot Spot frowned under his mask. “Strange… Aid’s not been back to Protectobot bay yet.”
Ratchet looked up, frowning, and set his tools aside. “That is strange. Well, maybe he’s still in the back room organizing, I’ll admit I didn’t check. Did you radio him?”
“He didn’t answer.”
No? Well, he’s probably back there then, you know how he won’t answer unless it’s an emergency frequency when he’s working.”
Hot Spot nodded and went to open the backroom door, but it opened before he got there and First Aid stuck his head out, lacking both his mask and visor. “Oh, hey Hot Spot, I thought I heard your voice.”
“There you are, you weren’t answering my comms.” Hot Spot shook his head and playfully tapped his brother’s head. First Aid smiled back.
“Sorry, I was distracted.”
“You are such a perfectionist when it comes to organization,” Commented Ratchet, actually not displeased by the care his apprentices took to keep medbay in shape. “But you’ve been at it for a long time.”
“We got a bit distracted, sorry Ratchet.”
“Found some old parts?” Teased Hot Spot. First Aid coughed into his hand.
“…Yes… and other stuff.” He nodded, finally coming out of the room completely. “But we’re done now.”
“Other stuff?” Asked Ratchet curiously as First Aid gathered his own things together. Swoop helpfully chose that moment to exit the backroom, carrying First Aid’s mask and visor.
“You Aid forget these.”
“Oh, thank you Swoop, I’d forgotten about those,” First Aid took them and noticed Ratchet and Hot Spot’s expressions. “What?”
Hot Spot shook his head to clear in and let out an amused huff. “Never mind, I don’t want to know. Come on ‘Aid, there’s a movie Groove has for us to watch.”
“I’m coming,” Said First Aid, happily following his gestaltmate out of medbay. Ratchet watched the two Protectobots go and then slowly turned to Swoop.
“Swoop.”
Yes Ratchet?” Replied the Dinobot, having the grace to look slightly embarrassed.
“If you two are going to do that, please be done before people start wondering where you are. And don’t do it in my medbay.”
Swoop shrugged and giggled. “Yes Ratchet.”