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[asafepairofhands]

Who: Ratchet and Starscream
When: Backdated to the middle of all the Rescuing last month
Where: Ratchet's quarters
What: Ratchet fixes Starscream's wing and Starscream shows his gratitude in Starscream-traditional fashion
Warnings: accidental robot death, panicking, general mayhem


Thank goodness the repairs on Starscream's wing are complete, if only because Ratchet won't have to hear him whining about it anymore. He works his way around as he welds, reattaching thin wires and sensors and headache-inducing multitude of connections to delicate flight panels that allow Starscream to stay airborne in alt mode. It is tedious, meticulous, stressful work even without Starscream craning his head over his shoulder to try to get a look and asking Ratchet how it's going what feels like every forty-five seconds. He reaches thin fingertips up and Ratchet takes the soldering iron away from Starscream's plating and transforms the appendage at the end of his wrist back into a hand to slap at them, his engine revving in a low growl.

"Will you knock it off? I'm starting to think I should have had you sedated."

Comments

[aerospacecommander]

Oh. Nice try. Starscream gives him credit for even trying that. But instead of verbally saying anything at first he just laughs. Oh boy does he laugh.

"If you think what I asked for before is harsh then you really don't want to know what I'll make you do for that one. Because like I'd give you an opportunity to pin this around like it's my doing. Oh no. That might work on someone else, but you'll have to try a little harder."

[iseedeadbees]

Damn well that hadn't really worked.

"I suppose you're not as dimwitted as you look. When you word it that way though, I can't help but be curious about what else your disturbing little mind can cook up."

And since other Starscream is no help whatsoever, this here Starscream is going to peek out the door. Gotta see if the coast is clear and all that good shit.

[aerospacecommander]

"And yet you are. Go figure."

He watches the Starscream act all paranoid like. Boy he's afraid of getting caught, isn't he? Starscream should just make that worse by coming up right behind him. Very close behind him.

"But if you really want to know, it involve your declaration of love to Megatron plus a bit more action. But maybe you're into that."

[iseedeadbees]

Hey man he just wants to make sure he has a clear shot between here and his own room. He's trying to find a hiding place for the very dead Ratchet body. Or something.

He was going to whip around and yell at horrible Starscream for having such a creepy, fucked up imagination, but ends up running into him instead since he decided to get right up on him.

"What is with you!? Do you not understand the concept of personal space!?"

[aerospacecommander]

"No. But anyway, I'll you what. I help you out a bit more," he folds his arms across his chest but doesn't move away.

"I'll go make sure the coast is clear and you can do what you need to do. And I've changed my mind about the message: oh you'll still have to do it. Just not now and here in your pathetically panicked state. I'll call you later then."

He pushes to go past Starscream and out the door, or rather right through him just to see if his alternate will move out of the way or not.

"Oh and don't think you'll get out off the hook at my postponing the date. I have this entire thing recorded." He taps on the side of his head before making his way out the door to leave his alternate wondering if what he said is true or not.