Half of Something Whole

Ratchet

One thing that makes me smile every time is when someone starts complaining that their life is too complicated, ha! You want complicated! Try being spark-bonded to a mech like Sideswipe, actually that's impossible, there's no one like Sideswipe. He's unique, thank Primus, I don't think that the universe could survive more than one of him.

The same could be said of many of the 'bots that I have been lucky enough to share my life with. Several of them could be responsible for the travesty before me. Primus, if you're listening, it is my duty as a medic to do no harm but I'm sure that you will understand. Okay, I'm gonna have to simplify this a little because if I try to go through it all in one go I'm gonna fry something. Here goes nothing.

First up (and he'll always come first now) is Sideswipe, the sparkling in mech's armour, the devil-red spawn of chaos himself, the love of my life, go figure! Don't get me wrong, I love my bond-mate but that doesn't mean that there aren't times when I could cheerfully block up all his vents with his brother's polishing cloths, and I today I just might.

Close behind him, as always, is Sunstreaker, the walking mass of contradictions and hair-triggers that make up his brother. He's never been an easy mech to understand, get along with or predict, although I will admit he has mellowed considerably since the end of the war, but this does not mean he is innocent. In my long suffering experience it just means that he's been biding his time.

If I'm including Sunstreaker then I can't discount Bluestreak. Granted it's been a long time since he was the sparkling that I first met, in the last few years he has really matured and is even a creator himself now, but all that counts for nothing because of the mechs who raised him.

Both Jazz and Prowl are more than capable of creating their own brands of bedlam. I've seen Jazz throw rooms into frenzy and is, as far as I know, the only mech who has ever induced a steady stream of curses from Optimus Prime himself while in public.

Prowl has no such record. He has a much more subtle sense of humour and patience that would put any saint to shame, and if anything that makes him even more maddening because no one believes him capable of mischief. Ha! Sneaky little wretch, his tactical background just means that he's even harder to catch out than his pit-spawned lover.

I'll admit that I'm not stranger to having a bit of fun, the incident with Jazz and the holographic seekers still earns me the occasional cube of high-grade in exchange for the story, but I haven't done anything lately, so I am unable to think of what I have done to deserve such abuse as this first thing in the morning.

So that's us. Six of the best, brightest and let's not forget infuriating 'bots you'll ever meet, and when I find out which one of them has stolen my med-bay doors...