Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line, sadly.

"MINE."

"MINE."

"MINE."

"MINE."

Prowl who had been walking by the med bay, datapad in hand stopped at hearing the commotion coming from inside. Deciding whether or not to go check it out or just let it be, his logic center won out. With a tired sigh he turned and marched up to the open door peering inside, before stepping all the way in.

Inside Ratchet and Jazz were standing arms length apart from one another, apparently arguing over what lay in both of their hands.

"I tell you this is my wrench," growled Ratchet giving a good tug on the silver tool.

Jazz tugged back. "And I tell ya' it's the one I use for my emergency medical kit."

Ratchet snorted yanking said tool back causing the saboteur to stumble slightly. Thus the tug o' war with the wrench began again each calling out mine when they tugged it towards themselves.

Prowl who was still standing in the doorway unnoticed moved forwards until he stood in between the two. With quick reflexes he snatched the wrench out of the fighting mech's hands.

"HEY," came the yell of both mech's glaring at the tactician.

Prowl held it out of arms reach staring back and forth between the two. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked.

Both mech's crossed their arms over their chest neither looking at the other.

Letting air vent out through his mouth wondering how he got stuck with such delinquents. "Whose wrench is this?" he asked this time.

"MINE," both mechs replied at the same time sending glares at one another.

"Ratchet yours is on the table," Jazz pointed. Sure enough a wrench laid ready for use if a autobot should come in injured.

"Yes, but I still have back ups Jazz and one of them is missing." Ratchet growled back.

"As is mine from my kit."

A sneer reached the medic's face. "Then you obviously need to take better care of your stuff."

"I take care of my stuff just fine thank you. I don't need some old timer telling me what to do."

That had done as Ratchet launched himself at Jazz, but the saboteur was quick on his feet dodging the tackle. Prowl was left staring at the two as Ratchet chased a now laughing Jazz out of the med bay. Deciding that he really didn't want to get involved anymore the tactician turned and walked out leaving the wrench on the table, completely forgotten.