"Hey, Ratch', ya got a minute?" The engineer poked his helm through the doors, ready to duck if need be.
Ratchet glanced up from the medical device he was working on when he heard Wheeljack. Raising an optic ridge the medic looked at him skeptically. âI might, depending on if youâre injured. Are you?â
Ratchet harrumphed at the shoulder poke but otherwise stayed still. He weighed his options carefully. On the one servo, if he stayed he could complete his work on time and could possibly start on more projects. But then Wheeljack would be upset and would probably do something drastic to convince him to come with. Choices, choicesâŚ
"All right, fine. You win Wheeljack. Weâll go down to the rec room and grab a cube. Maybe even chat for a bit, if you can convince me. But you have to assist me when we return!"
Wheeljack beamed, winglets perking straight up as the medic agreed. He really did worry sometimes that Ratchet was going to overwork himself to exhaustion, so he had made it a habit to stop by whenever he remembered to refuel. He was just slightly spotty about that sort of thing himself. Sometimes he just got so focused nothing else registered until he was done.
"Of course I will, Ratch'! I wouldn't have offered if I didn't have any intention of actually helping you. I've got time to spare so I don't mind at all."


















