Wrench of Inspiration #41 - ROUND ROBIN issue

[fuzipenguin]

1. A song... Comfortably Numb- Live by Pink Floyd. Lyrics here.

--- And for everyone's amusement... Transformers do Gangnam Style. Alludes to Optimus/Elita, but no other pairings. Despite this, it's pretty amusing so highly recommended if you have a chance to watch

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Re: *pushes them back together*

[ledishae]

"Do you two have any clue why I kick you out of here the instant repairs are finished?" Ratchet asked lowly, optics dim.
"We're annoying?" Sideswipe hazarded, shoulders tense for the terse confirmation the medic was sure to give.
Ratchet snorted, "Wheeljack's annoying, no between two with your jet judo and the rest of the crew trying to one up you, I haven't seen my bunk or left the bay in a couple of days. I'm exhausted."
"Come on then," Sideswipe grinned, hand held out to Ratchet, "We'll walk you to your quarters?" He asked hesitantly, bringing a warm smile to Ratchet's worn features.
"Ah, why not? And you two are restricted to berth rest for one day - no pranks." Ratchet countered as the passed through the late night med bay, empty and humming, as if content to be without patients for now.
They left the bay, walked across the hall to Ratchet's door and paused, the twins glanced at each other, Ratchet stared firmly at the door until it swooshed open with his silent command.
Sunstreaker didn't want to say goodnight, instead he reached into his subspace, pulled out an old data chit, one he was supposed to have submitted to Optimus a long time ago, but never did. He silently held it out to Ratchet, guarded optics watched as the medic took up the small memory drive, and warily connected it to a peripheral port. Instantly Ratchet started, optics widening in surprise.
"Why the slag do you still have this?" bewildered cobalt optics bored into his.
"Call it paying back an I.O.U."
"Uh, what I.O.U?" Sideswipe looked from Ratchet to Sunstreaker, back and forth, curiously, fingers twitching to discover the secret they kept from him.
"I assigned Sunstreaker punishment detail to completely wax and polish Optimus after his first fight with Cliffjumper. I figured after detailing our leader's aft it would drop him down a peg - only Con's reared their ugly heads as usual." Ratchet sighed and shook his helm, then stepped to the side.
"Guess you two can stay in my quarters - if you want," Ratchet looked at the twins, and felt instant unease ice his lines as both grinned with brilliant optics, Sideswipe's gleaming with unsettling intent. "To recharge! You're injured, I'm exhausted - gah!" Ratchet threw his hands up in the air as the unsettling grins only widened. "Goodnight."
Once Ratchet stormed into his quarters the frontliners followed calmly.
Sunstreaker watched as Ratchet collapsed onto the berth, falling into recharge almost instantly. By morning Ratchet's plating would be gleaming, and, for once, the future looked bright.