TFP: The Little Angel

Getting under the prime's plating

Ratchet walked through the hallway with the small mech in his arms. It still seemed like it was a dream to him, his closest friend's brother had returned from the dead. Of course the medic was happy, the small angel was what he had considered a close friend before the small's mech untimely demise. Galaxy looked up at the medic and saw that he was deep in though. "Ratchet? Are you alright?" The tiny mech inquired innocently. The medic sighed then a small smile tugged on his faceplates a bit. "Yes.. I'm fine. Just have a lot to handle with the current events that occurred happened recently." Ratchet replied as they finally stopped in front of the prime's room. Galaxy nodded with a smile and then opened the door, because Ratchet technically had his arms full. They had entered the room, it was neat, organized, and very clean. "Well, Orion was an archivist." The angel giggled as he looked around the room. Ratchet couldn't help but to chuckle at the smaller mech's statement.

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Meanwhile, Optimus had arrived in the medbay with the cocky wrecker following behind him. Wheeljack smirked as he watched the prime. This was exciting, to try and get the no-nonsense prime to snap. The wrecker walked over and sat on the medical slab while Optimus looked over his wrist. The prime moved it slightly, "Does that hurt?" Optimus asked as he moved the wrecker's servo around. "Not at all, Prime." The wrecker replied, keeping his optics on the prime's movement. "So.. Prime.." He spoke, getting the prime's attention. The glance of the prime was now on Wheeljack. "That angel was your brother I assume?" This caught Optimus' attention even more. What was the wrecker thinking? That was all on the prime's processor.

"You are correct. Galaxy is indeed my younger brother." Optimus responded to the question, he thought that it would be all over after that. He was wrong. "To be honest with ya, Prime. He seems a bit.. Ya know.." Wheeljack said before raising his arm a bit and lowering it slowly. "Yes, I know. He is tinier than I am." The prime responded to the hand gesture that the wrecker had done. Reaching to the side, Optimus' servo grabbed a tool to start getting rid of the small dents on the wrecker's wrist. It was a bit distracting, more than the prime would like to admit. Having Wheeljack look at him with that smirk while he helped him.

"I noticed that your brother is cuddly with Sunshine. Did they have a thing going on?" The wrecker questioned while watching the prime. Optimus flinched at the question and then looked up at Wheeljack with a slight glare. "What do you mean by.. Thing?" Optimus responded, having a slight growl in his voice. It sent Wheeljack a slight feeling of panic, yet excitement. "You know.. Did they have a relationship with fragging?" The wrecker asked. The prime turned around, feeling a shiver down his spinal strut and looked at him. "I am sure that you are mistaken, Wheeljack. They are simply close friends, nothing more." Optimus answered Wheeljack's question. That question had the prime on edge now. Before Wheeljack could answer how he would know, Optimus had interrupted him. "Galaxy is very sweet and innocent. Yes he is a medic. Yes he knows where young come from. Yes he knows the process, but he doesn't know about flirting and that perverse material." Optimus responded. He had finished fixing the wrecker's wrist.

Optimus thought that it would answer all the wrecker's questions, but alas... He was wrong. "So you're saying that he's single?" Wheeljack asked with a slight purr in his voice. The prime froze. "E-excuse me?!" The prime demanded an explanation. Wheeljack's smirk widened, mission complete. He opted to not answer the prime and walked out of the medbay and headed to his own berthroom as Optimus tried to question him again. "It's up to you to think which mech I was asking about prime~" He teased, wanting to get under the prime's plating and he did, he was so proud of himself.

Optimus was in a slight panic. Which one was Wheeljack asking about? Was it his closest and devoted friend, Ratchet? Or.. Was it his sweet and innocent little brother, Galaxy? This was going to eat at the prime's processor for the rest of the night.