Ratchet rolled over to the edge of the look out where Jessica was sitting.

He carefully transformed and then sat next to her, careful to not let the earth shake much. His blue optics glanced at the woman next to him, wondering what she had on her mind.

"What's up Ratch? Do you need something? Or are you just worried that I'll catch cold and die as humans are wont to do?"

Ratchet's eyes widened and he was about to protest, when his audio receptors picked up her chuckling. He just shook his head and looked straight ahead.

Jessica flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder as she cast an irritated glare at the bugs that surrounded her.

"Hey Ratch? Can you take me home? I walked here…." she asked her voice soft and horse.

Ratchet nodded and backed up, transforming into his Rescue Vehicle mode and opened the passenger side door.

She smiled and climbed into him, stumbling slightly and falling across the both the front seats.

Ratchet chuckled; Jessica just glared at him and clambered into the seat, pouting as she did.

Off they went, down the dirt road and onto the highway. Bugs hit Ratchet's windshield and his front grill constantly.

The hologram sitting in the driver's seat wrinkled his nose in disgust. He pushed his sliver framed glasses up and glanced at the woman at his side.

"Why are there so many insects around at this time? There are not this many normally…"

"It's 'cause their having icky bug sex."

Ratchet nearly stopped in the middle of the road hearing her voice calmly say that.

"What?!" he yelped when he had finally gained control once more.

Jessica gave him a curious look. "Aren't you supposed to know this stuff? You are a medic, after all…"

Ratchet sighed and shook his head. "I do. But I have no idea what this 'icky bug sex' is."

Jessica snorted. "Look it up, you big dork."

Ratchet did just that. He scanned the internet and came upon sites which informed him on the reproductive practices of insects.

"Ah. You mean the insect reproduction."

Jessica gave him a look. "No. I mean icky bug sex."

Her fingers drummed on the dashboard as she stared at his hologram intensely. Ratchet shifted nervously.

"But my sources state—"

"Your sources are wrong. Buggies have icky bug sex. They don't "reproduce". That's just weird." Jessica nodded sharply and then turned her gaze outside the window.

Ratchet allowed a confused look settle itself on his face. The Internet couldn't be wrong; could it? Jessica was so adamant about it. Maybe….

"What is this 'icky bug sex'?"

Jessica turned to look at him with a smile on her face.

"It's when buggies make little buggy babies. Duh."

Ratchet turned into the driveway of her house in the woods, shaking his head. His hologram flickered off as he put himself in park and opened her door.

Jessica jumped out, nearly falling as she landed on a large stone. Giving the medic a pat on the hood, she smiled at him and walked into the house.

Ratchet sighed.

"How does Ironhide put up with her sometimes? Now I'm going to have icky bug sex on my mind all night…"