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Doctor on break (TFP)

It was a warm morning as it is in Jasper, Nevada. The kids and their charges just drove into the base's entrance. They stopped in front of the elevated platform, made specifically for them, and got out of the bots. As they went up the stairs, the bots transformed into their bi-pedal modes. Ratchet stood in front of the command center's monitor. His digits were typing away, cybertronian text flashed and moved around on the screen as his optics focused.

Miko rushes over to the grumpy mech, loudly announcing their arrival. "Hey there, Doctor Grumps! How's it going?" the young female grinned. She was excited about any mission the bots had in store. Grumbling, Ratchet answered the teenager without leaving his spot, "Everything is fine, Miko... And don't call me that," He snapped at the last part of his sentence, glaring at Miko before returning to his monitor.

With a mischievous grin, she skipped over to Bulkhead, who was having a conversation with Wheeljack. Wheeljack came by to visit when his ship was damaged. So cue in the wreckers surprises and absolute joy when Miko whispered to him her plan, "Kid, your a genius!" Wheeljack praised, giving Miko a fist bump. This only worried Bulkhead, knowing whatever those two were up to could cause a catastrophe.

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Ratchet typed away, listing some results and data he could acquire. He was making an attachment for him and the other bots. A way to blend in more with humans. A holo form, a projection that can be touched and held. However, he encountered complications. The projector turned the bot human, but not as intended.

Grumbling, he made calculations and listed suggested upgrades to help fix the attachment. Miko and Wheeljack sneaked over to his work table with his back turned. Grabbing the device, they tinkered with it curiously.

"hey Ratchet, what does this thing do?" Miko asked as she pushed a button, startled the medic turned towards the duo in terror. "MIKO DON'T TOUCH THAT BUTTON-" A bright light cut him off. Miko gasps. Wheeljack quickly covered the teen from whatever the light came from.

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(Ratchet's P.o.V)

Ringing sounded in my audials as I came. Groaning slightly, I moved my hand to rub at my temples. Booming steps that shook the ground made me jolt up in an instant. Looking up, I frown in incomprehension. There stood Wheeljack, but he looked... "Why do you look so... big??" I asked, confused.

Miko peaked from behind the wrecker's ped. She snorted, covering her mouth; she looked away and laughed. Wheeljack, on the other hand, looked terrified but also terribly amused. With a light chuckle, he crouches down to my height. I frown deeply in response. "You okay there, doc?" Seething, I point at him threateningly, "WHAT IN THE SCRAP DID I TELL YOU NOT TO DO??" my voice cracked at the volume.

Miko quickly went over to the human area. As Jack looks down, he sighs, pulling out his phone. Raphael came closer to me, "Ratchet, are you okay..?" I look at him, defeated. "Yep, yep, I'm fine, Raphael," I say, slumping my shoulders in exasperation.

I glanced over as Jack came down the stairs reaching the human platform. "I called Fowler, and he said he'll be here in around 20 minutes" My frown deepens.

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I inspected myself in the mirror Miko gave me.

(The art doesn't belong to me. I don't know the artist in particular. If you know them, please inform me so I can appropriately credit them)

(Also, imagine that Ratchet is getting a slight beard)

The machine I made was a prototype of a holo form projector. It worked but didn't give me what I wanted. I grumble, upset. It's been past 20 minutes. Where in Cybertron is Fowler??

I sit down on the human couch. My eyes drooped a bit after I leaned back. Just as my eyes closed, my body relaxed. I drifted off as something soft was wrapped around me.

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Something was shaking me awake. I let out a long sigh. 'Just when I started to get a recharge,' I thought to myself. Staining, I open my eyes. I was wrapped in one of the blankets the children kept in the base—a pillow under my head to support it. Grumbling, I squint against the light.

The light was shaded from my eyes by a round figure. Blinking away the fatigue, I stared at Agent Fowler. I scowled. "Thank Primus you came," I hissed impatiently.

Miko snickered, looking away to avoid the glare I sent her. Fowler sighs exasperatedly, "When Jack said something went south, he wasn't wrong.." He rubbed his face. "What about we show him around as a human? That way, he gets to have a break before the others get back," Raphael suggested. Optics widening, I look over at the young boy. "WHAT?!"

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I was wrapped in a cocoon-like bundle made of blankets and pillows. I sat awkwardly as Miko excitedly ranted about how much fun this would be. Sighing, I glance over to a noise. Agent Fowler pulled me away from the hyper teen. "Look, doc-" "Don't call me that," I interrupted the agent, rather sourly. He looked at me for a second before nodding.

"Fair enough," He said before continuing. "You look a bit bushy at the chin there," He said, stroking his chin in enfaces.

I stroked it, humming. "Maybe a trim could help you settle down?" He inquired, motioning to a more secluded area of the base. I shrugged. I couldn't do any work as a human, so why not. Following the agent, I found a weird-looking chair off to the side. It looks like those stools but different.

"Come take a seat, Ratchet," He said, patting the chair. Hesitantly I down on the plush leather chair. Leaning back, I sighed softly. It was pretty comfortable. "I'm gonna have to lean you back, that okay?" I stiffened what in primus does he-

I nearly screeched as the backrest fell (rather slowly) to have me lay at a 90° angle. Huffing, I glared at the human. He chuckles lightly. Patting me on the chest, he pulls out a bag and a table. "Relax, Ratch, no harm's gonna come to you," He reassured. Inspecting my face, he hums in delight. He pulled out this tube and slathered my chin lightly with a creamy substance.

"Breathe for me, okay? And don't move. I could cut you if you move," He said, pulling out a small blade. I cringed. He patted me on the chest for reassurance. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for any pain, but all I felt was something cold gliding against my skin. It didn't nick at it, glide.

Relaxing, I sighed slowly. It was soothing. "Y'know, I used to be a barber before coming to the military," Fowler said, humming. I settled deeper into the seat. I heard fowler ramble on as I peacefully drifted off. I felt safe. It was nice to be cared for.

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(3rd P.o.V)

The rest of the bots came back through the ground bridge. They stared in bewilderment at the control monitor, where Raphael smiled at them welcomingly. Looking around, Optimus asked in a soft tone, afraid of disturbing 'something' "Raphael, where is Ratchet?" The young boy only perked up at that, a very Huffy and whiny Miko was pushed towards them, and a guilty-looking Wheeljack strode right next to her. Jack grunts as he glances over at the bots. "Guess who messed with Ratchet and made a problem?" Deadpanning, they glanced at the two trouble makers.

Both chuckled nervously.

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Optimus went looking for his old friend, worried. He and the others were relieved that no one was hurt (let alone their only medic), but he was still worried that something happened while they were gone. Ratchet was a very irritable and gruff mech, and he was scared that he had done something to himself.

But what he stumbled upon was a pleased Fowler, laying a warm damp towel on a human's face. Said human looked like one of the models Ratchet made as everyone's holo form.

Approaching sheepishly towards the two, "Agent Fowler is.." He paused, lowering his tone to sound softer. "Is that Ratchet?" Fowler just nodded as he hummed. He did not mind that the poor mech just passed out on his storytelling. The guy desperately needed it. Someone placed some snacks and other goodies on a vacant chair.

The children weren't blind. The guy was starving himself and was far too tired to function positively. So with the help of Jack and his job, they got his food to refuel on.

Optimus smiled, delighted and thankful to be blessed with such pure creatures. One's he will never forget, even when he offlines.