Hey guys. here's another something from me. Takes place in the G1 era. Anyway, I have a plot bunny for you guys. I can't do anything with it because my mind is just all over the place. -sigh- Ok, what would happen if Ratchet was in charge for a day instead of being a medic? Interested in doing this?

This was beta read by: I-love-me-some-leggypoo

italics are in flashbacks

/ stands for comm. linking

Disclaimer: Don't own transformers :(

As heavy rain poured down onto the sodden battlefield below, the sounds of weapon fire and battle cries could be heard.

"I-Iro-Ironhide," a weak voice called out to him.

Turning on the mud soaked ground, Ironhide looked around to see who called out his designation. Bumblebee happened to be the one and when Ironhide saw the reason, his optics widened and his spark jumped.

Bumblebee was falling to the ground, his upper form smoking. Beside him was a laughing Decepticon. Growling, Ironhide started to head over to help his comrade when suddenly, Astrotrain, blocked his way.

"You're not going anywhere..."

"Ironhide!"

Breaking out of his reverie, Ironhide looked into the metallic face of Smokescreen.

"What do you want? Shouldn't you be somewhere cashing in on your bets or on duty?" Ironhide sourly asked.

"I just got off duty and no. I haven't made any bets lately. Ironhide, Bumblebee will be alright."

"How do you know? Ya weren't close enough ta see what was going on," Ironhide snarled, his fist hitting the table making his energon splash around.

Early that morning, the Autobots went to stop the Decepticons from collecting energon at a power plant. Upon doing so, a few Autobots had been critically injured due to the brutality of the Decepticon attack. Bumblebee happened to be one of them. Somehow, Ironhide was lucky enough to save Bumblebee from being deactivated. When the Autobots arrived back at the Ark after stopping the Decepticons, Ratchet along with WheelJack and Perceptor went about patching up the wounded.

Bumblebee was taking the longest since he was seriously injured. He had been in surgery for cycles, causing Ironhide to grow angrier and scared. Ironhide could be found in the rec. room; after taking a trip to the wash racks to clean off his form, drinking energon while sulking. Not a bot could be found in the rec. room for they were trying to avoid Ironhide and his angry mood. He had threatened everyone he would beat them to a pulp if they didn't leave him alone. Even the twins and Optimus Prime stayed away from him.

Smokescreen took a small step back.

"True but Bumblebee is under the care of Ratchet. He's a great medic."

"I'm not in the mood for talking."

"I know. You've chased everyone off. You would feel better if you didn't think about what happened at the battle."

"Slag off, Smokescreen!"

"Why? Can't I try and help you feel better? You should't be feeling guilty. You saved him."

"What part of slag off did ya not get," Ironhide roared, standing up to look at Smokescreen. "I could've shoved Astrotrain away from me then gotten to Bumblebee in time."

Smokescreen sighed. "If you shoved Astrotrain away, he would have shot you in the back! Then you wouldn't have been able to help Bumblebee. For the last time, stop worrying."

"I suppose you know everything?" Ironhide glared at Smokescreen.

"No I don't. Why don't you go to the training room and blow some of the dummies up that WheelJack, Hoist, and Grapple made? It would let your anger out."

"How about I take my anger out on you?" Ironhide exclaimed, coming to stand in front of Smokescreen, who refused to back down.

"You don't want to do that."

"Why not," Ironhide asked, shoving his face closer to Smokescreen, hoping to discourage him from talking to him.

"Because you'd only be taking your anger and fear out on me," Smokescreen replied back to Ironhide, shoving his own face at Ironhide.

As Smokescreen did so, their lip components met. Both of their optics widened and quickly, they pulled away from each other. For a few kliks, they stared at each other.

"Why the frag did you kiss me?" Ironhide demanded finally, narrowing his optics.

"Me? What about you? You kissed me!" Smokescreen declared.

Ironhide grunted. "No I didn't."

"Never mind," Smokescreen said waving his hand, "it wasn't that good of a kiss anyway."

Narrowing his optics even more, Ironhide then proceeded to kick Smokescreen's feet out from under him, causing him to fall. When a surprised Smokescreen landed on his back, Ironhide sat on Smokescreen's abdomen.

"Ironhide, what are-"

"I'll show you how well I can kiss," Ironhide interrupted Smokescreen.

With that, Ironhide swooped down and claimed Smokescreen's lips in a searing kiss. Getting over his shock quickly, Smokescreen returned the kiss, opening his mouth plates to let Ironhide's glossa in. Together, their glossa’s wrestled. Before the kiss could turn to more, Ironhide heard his comm. link beeping. Breaking off the kiss, Ironhide answered his comm. link much to Smokescreen's dismay.

/Ironhide here/

/Ironhide, it's Ratchet. You wanted to know Bumblebee's condition./

He was instantly on alert on how weary Ratchet sounded. /Yes, I did. How is he doc?/

/He's going to be fine. I'm glad you got to him when you did or he would be dead now./

/Can I see him, doc?/

Ratchet sighed. /You may, although he's not awake. He's in stasis at the moment./

/I'll be there in four nano-kliks./

Finished with the call, Ironhide looked down at a daze Smokescreen and sneered.

"How was that?" Smokescreen trembled at the thorough kiss he had gotten. It was...amazing. That was all he could think of.

"A-amazing." Smokescreen replied still in his daze.

Ironhide smirked and stood up. "See ya later, Smokescreen."

At that, he walked away from Smokescreen, leaving the rec. room heading towards the med bay feeling better than he had for the last past joor.

Hoped you like this. Review Please.

cycle: 1 hour 15 minutes
joor: 6.5 Earth hours
klik: 1.2 Earth minutes
Nano-klik: one Earth second