To say it had been one of the uglier battles would have been that year's understatement. Much to Ratchet's relief though there had only been three near fatalities instead of two dozen. Not that the medic showed or spook of that. Jazz was soundly, and colorfully, reprimanded for his stunts. The black and white promptly forgot almost all of what the red and white said as soon as he was done yelling. Though the musician did take note of a few phrases he might use latter as well as give to Sideswipe's list of 'The 'Brighter Things' Ratchet Has Said To Us.'

Tracks was out cold at the moment so he was lucky to miss being yelled at. Not that that stopped Ratchet from trying mind you. Bluestreak was only party awake okay so he was practically high on what ever drug First Aid had put him on and most likely wouldn't remember anything that day...or the next few days...or week.

There were others hurt too but at this point in time they had been discharged from Ratchet's domain, some quite forcefully too. If there was one bot who could get slagged up more then one (or both) of the twins it was Prime. Ratchet swore that if he so much as GLIMSED the Autobot leader with so much as a SCRACH on him...

Needless to say the current Prime was going to avoid his chef medical offer for quite some time.

Jazz would have been long gone too, if it weren't for the tiny fact that he was missing nearly his whole right leg. The Porsche was on his best behavior after almost bugging the senior medic to much (Ratchet threatened to reactivate his pain receptors in his right side if he didn't shut up). Fortunately, First Aid had given him a laser pen to play with. It was plain shocking how much fun one of those things could be when you're board out of your mind.

Then Ratchet had to deal with the Powercons that belonged to the three downed bots...

"OUT!" the red and white bellowed. The two miniature pests quit the room with all due speed as a over sized wrench clanged against the wall just above where the Powercons had been.

Ratchet watched the raptor and jet as they ran for their lives and snorted. Oh, he would never really hurt them. Scare the living slag out of them, yes, but not hurt them. The medic sighed, thinking that if he himself didn't have a Powercon, thus use to the little buggers antics, he might have been driven completely insane between them and the normal troublemakers.

Movement and a unnatural color pattern to the medical ward caught his attention and his head snapped around to his left. He narrowed his optics at the third Power that he hadn't seen before.

Suddenly aware of someone watching her, a beast mode Spellbinder froze, one paw raised. Her ears laid flat against her bird like head and she had the classic 'Deer in High Beams' look as she looked back at the chef medical officer.

Ratchet growled.

The tiger griffon did and about face and fled, wings held tightly to her side, head low and tail between her legs.

Ratchet snorted his victory.

"I didn't know any one could make Spellbinder act like that other then Jazz." First Aid said from where he was building the frame for Jazz's new leg.

"Their finally understanding who's boss in here." Ratchet said stabbing downwards with a another wrench at the ground. He walked over, eyeing the corners just in case he missed anyone else. The older medic ignored the laugher that came from a perched great horned owl on the other side of the room.

First Aid blinked and did a double take, where did that Powercon come from? He swore it wasn't there a minute ago…

Flashback opened her wings and glided over to her bot's shoulder and transformed before landing. Grasping the side of Ratchet's helm and bracing the end of her time staff in a kink in his armor to keep her balance the Time Mistress shook her head.

"Sometimes I wonder why I chose you." She muttered.

"Because you, and I quote, 'didn't want to fight.'" Ratchet said reaching up to poke one of the owl's wings.

"Hmm…I thought it had to do with you begging to save someone's life."

"HAH!"

The Protectibot watched his superior and his Powercon get into a verbal fight and hoped that they would leave him out of it. Last time he and Grove somehow ended up on the ceiling…

First Aid soon fled to the recovery ward with a soft "I'm going to check on Tracks and Jazz…" The two didn't even acknowledge him.

"Pine feathered midget!"

"Old fart!"

"Old? OLD! I'll show you 'old'! GET BACK HERE!"

"Eheahahaha!"

Jazz leaned to his left trying to see what was going on as First Aid came in. He almost fell over his natural balance was off and he couldn't feel anything on his right side but Tracks, who was now awake, used his good arm to check the black and white.

"Not a word man."

"I'm inclined to agree with you my friend."

First aid tried not to laugh but a muffled and somewhat choked giggle did escape. Where was a camera when you needed one?

Jazz made a face at Tracks' hand and the corvette tried vainly to right himself with out letting Jazz do a face plant. Tracks, paralyzed from the middle down as well as being unable to use his left arm, had leaned over too much as well. He was propped up, sort of, by holding on to Jazz's helm. The black and white knew better then to move, if he feel then Tracks would fall on top of him. Ten minutes, some cursing, and more then one awkward positions later First Aid managed to get the two back up right again.

A few breaths down Bluestreak gave a drunken giggle.

Jazz sat up to look over the other two to get a good look at the gunner, "Dude, what did you put him on?"

Tracks looked to his left and blinked, "I do believe you might want to help Blue." He said to the shorter mech.

First Aid looked around the big blue bulk that was Tracks and sighed. He didn't even bother to wonder how the gunner managed to get himself tangled up in his IV lines. It was just one of those things he was better off not knowing (that and he tried once before and had received a massive headache for his efforts).

"Where is my little lady?" Tracks asked suddenly, aware that he'd yet to see his Powercon since he had awoken.

"Yeah," Jazz poked his stump with the end of his new laser pen, "I thought 'Binder would have been here…wait, dat's right. She had reports ta' do an' I heard somethin' 'bout another prank wit da twins." The black and white looked to the medic.

"Yes," First Aid's optics flash as he tried not to laugh once again, "It seems Sideswipe, his brother and their Power had taken it into their heads to torment Red Alert for a few weeks."

Jazz chortled, Tracks rolled his eyes and Bluestreak was fascinated with the patterns on the ceiling. He really must tell some one that they have a picture of Prediking up there…

"If you feel up to getting your necks throttled, I'll go get your Powercons." First Aid said patting Bluestreak on the head as he slurred he words to the point that they couldn't be understood. Dissolving into a fit of giggling he waved a finger up at the ceiling.

"That right Bluestreak." The young medic humored the gunner.

"Dude…" Jazz's visor flashed, "I want whatever he's on da next time Prowl an' I are off duty tagether."

Tracks edged is person to the side some, away from the drugged up gunner. First Aid left to smuggle the three's Powercons in. Fortunately for him Flashback seem to know what he was doing and kept Ratchet busy.

Tracks propped himself up on the wall after much wiggling and shooting, "One word Jazz and I'll sick Prowl on you."

"Ooooo…I like dat idea."

The corvette face palmed.

"BLUE BOY!"

Tracks suddenly had a very happy jet type Powercon firmly attached to his face, "Merf!"

Knight pressed her masked face to her bot's and giggled, "You're okay! You're okay! You're okay!"

"Wer mou et vof?"

"No…ehehehehe…licking…!" Bluestreak went into another fit of laughter as his own Powercon pounced on him and started to lick his face and tickle his neck and chest with claws and tail. The near mute Powercon gave a happy trill, his tail all but wagging fast enough to power a windmill, "Fla-ahahahah-ash!"

"Mmmmhermph!"

"BWAHAHAHAHA!"

"What the slag is going on in-" Ratchet started to demand as he stomped into the room, alerted to the noise. He stopped short, taking in the seen before him. Tracks was tried to pry his young, over energetic Powercon off his face, Bluestreak was helplessly squirming under the tickle torture he was receiving from his own Power, First Aid was in a corner with a halo-camera and Jazz was all but laughing himself off the breath.

At his feet both Flashback and Spellbinder blinked. The former joined her bounded in doing an about face before leaving. The latter of the two transformed, took a picture herself before transforming once again and going to claim her spot around the back of Jazz's neck.

Ugh. Ratchet wanted a vacation...

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Queen's note: Dedicated to Lone Genesis for being a great friend and giving me more ideas for Powercon stories and listening to me ramble about some things about them. Knight was based on LG's charter, Flashback belongs to herself I use with their permission. I also don't own the Transformers but the Powercon concept is all mine. n.n