Relax, take it easy.

Request: Prowl/Ratchet G1


Prowl sighed contently. Yet another heavy load of work lifted off his chest-plate. Now he could spend time with the medic. His medic. His only and only. He grinned, remember their first interface. Ratchet was so new, he didn't even know what to do.

Prowl's grin turned to a soft smile. He remembered how stubourn the medic is. 'Huh.. since I'm relaxing.. why can't I help Ratchet? He chuckled at the thought of the medic finding out that he was just behind him, and jumping slightly. Prowl settled it.

Ratchet was going to relax.


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Ratchet was not a monday person. Actully, Ratchet was not a morning person either. So many bots could imagine what hhe was planning to do to the twins for creating such a mess in his office. He had to work too. He hoped Prowl caught them hanging upside down from the ceiling.. again.

The CMO chuckled at the thought of finding the twins hanging from the ceiling by their feet hilarious, even when they couldn't move from it. Oh, he enjoyed talking to them non stop about how much pain Hyperthimino Proxius could cause a un-willing pacient.

He swore the twins went pale after that talk. He caught himself grinning after they fell down onto their afts on the floor. He laughed so hard after that scene. The twins swore revenge, but he had expected they'd trash his bay, there-fore, he wasn't as mad.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed Ratchet and spun him around. He was face to face with two very devilish looking twins. "What are you doing in my med bay?! You have a lot of nerve coming back here-!" "Pipe down Ratchet." Sideswipe cut off the medic, looking slightly cocky, slightly serious.

"You have a cheek! Let me go, Sunstreaker! Before I turn you into a car wash!" The now en-raged CMO shouted, but his mouth was covered by Sideswipe's hand. "Primus, Ratchet. Just enjoy what your going through in the next ten minutes, ok?" Sideswipe grinned. Ratchet struggled out of Sunstreaker's grip, only to be pinned to the floor by a very devious looking Sideswipe.

"Oh no you don't.." the Lamboughini whipered huskily into Ratchet's audios, leaning down to kiss the medic, who squirmed. "no! Let me go, Slagger!" Sideswipe grinned. "How about no?"

"How about yes?" A voice came from the door. Sideswipe froze at the ight of Prowl leaning against the door-frame. "P-Prowl!" Sunstreaker yelped. Prowl's gaze shifted from Ratchet's optics to Sideswipe's. "I suggest you moved if you do not want to be thrown into the brig." He said calmly, trying to calm his incomming anger.

"Don't tell us twice!" Sunstreaker exclaimed, pulling his brother into the corridoor and both broke into a sprint. Prowl walked hurriedly to the CMO, kneeling down and holding im close to his chest-plate. "Are you alright, Ratchet?"

Ratchet nodded slhgtly, optics looking away, tears forming in them. "I ... I thought Sideswipe was really going to.. To-" "I understand, Ratchet. But I'm here for you." He cooed, stroking the medic's helm. "You need to relax.. My medic. I won't let anthing happen to you.."

Ratchet nodded, more eagerly this time. He looked up at the dustan, his optics threanting to spill unwanted tears. "Prowl.. Could we.. perhaps..?" Prowl smiled. "Of'course, let me get the berth ready."