This…is probably the longest chapter in 'Meet My Brother' and probably will stay that way. It took FOREVER! And thinking of it was a pain as well. School started as well, and I am drowning in a large project already and well…fanfic.s are going to be a bit of a challenge to do now.
This was an idea given to me by LiYaNa1995 …and her idea was 'Medical exams. Those two words can cause even Prime to run away. Everyone had done theirs and the twins are the last of it. Ratchet tracks them down and Sideswipe uses a LONG list of his ideas on how to escape the Hatchet. Cracks and mishaps happen when each and every one of them backfires and finally, Ratchet got them.'
…well…it is not as happy as I tried to do…ended up more…well, not so happy.

Disclaimer: well…the thing I called a brain wasn't as helpful as I wanted…and TFs aren't mind…the idea was suggested…yeah…

"SUNSTREAKER! SIDESWIPE!"

The yell of those two names and who the yeller was, startled all through Diego Garcia. Those walking through the halls had to moved out the wall as the tall form of the yellow Rescue Hummer stalked by, welding a large wrench. All who saw him, wondered what the Lamborghini Twins did to upset the CMO.

Though…the Autobots knew, and all winced at the fact why. That fact made most fearsome warriors like Ironhide cringe in thought and make Prime run away. Not even Jazz's abilities could keep him safe, or Prowl's position as SIC could stop what Ratchet was doing.

Medical exams.

No one liked them…not really. Because, most thought they were fine. WRONG ANSWER. RATCHET would deem HIMSELF whether a mech or femme was alright. No one else. And if you decided to back-talk or escape…you were in a world of hurt and trouble.

Just like the Twins were at this moment. They were late for their check-up, putting them on Ratchet's list to hunt down. The top of the list. And that meant, to escape for the Hatchet, they would need all the tricks in the book to escape without a scratch or dent from the CMO.

Let the games begin.

~-~Twins vs. Ratchet~-~

The Twins had knew they were in trouble the moment they came out of recharge, awake and alert. Both Lamborghinis knew what today was. The day that was the bane of all Autobots.

Medical Exam Day.

Ratchet's favorite day, the Twins most hated day. Sunstreaker now had something to fear, he had been turned back to his original self a week ago so that the exams now included him. So now, as they quickly grabbed a few objects from the inside of their room and ran out and down the hall, they would need every trick in the book and every plan of escape that they had to not get caught.

The game was on!

Little While Later…

Sam and Mikaela were both sitting on the couch in the human area of one of the hangers, watching a new movie that they had bought. The base was nice and quiet, allowing the said watching of the movie to be done in peace. But that peace and quiet began to raise a quiet suspicion. It had never been that quiet before. So, what was going on?

The door to the warehouse opened, and the young male looked over and saw Bumblebee walk in. He then decided to ask his guardian about it.

"Hey 'Bee!" he called out, gaining the attention of the said mech. The Scout wandered over to the platform and stopped, wondering what his charge wanted to know. "It's been quiet…a little too quiet…" Bumblebee paused a bit and realized that it was true, even by Autobot standards. It was never 'too quiet.'

Mikaela then turned to the other human and shook her head, "Oh Sam, don't be such a worry-"

"Well, the Twins are hiding…that's probably why it is quiet," Bumblebee replied the young male, making the two humans look over at the Camaro, wondering just what he had meant. Twins…were in hiding? What had they done…or better yet…

"Chevy or Lamborghini?" Sam asked, though usually 'Twins' referred, if at all, to-

"Lamborghini."

Ah, so now a few pieces were falling into place now. The Twins –the Twin Terrors– had done something. Both humans, and anyone else for that matter, would have put money on either Prowl or Ratchet. Prowl seem to be in a good mode when they arrived, though…there was a strange aura around most of the Autobots when they had arrived as well. Like…something bad had happened, but nothing serious like a death or seriously wounded.

So, what was wrong NOW?

"Why are they hiding?" the brunette young woman asked, eyebrow rising. Sam nodded along with her, muttering a 'probably got in trouble' under his breath. She shot him a look, though her own mind said that it was a possibility, but she rather not say they were in trouble just yet.

"Well…" Bumblebee began, shifting a bit on his pedes, before continuing on, "they are hiding from Ratchet because he is doing his annual medical exams." The two humans looked at each other and then to the yellow Scout, confusion written on both their faces.

"Medical exams? They are afraid of medical exams?" Sam asked, wondering why though. Then remembered WHO was giving the exams. Ratchet wasn't known for having great bedside manners, even the humans knew that. But…was he really that bad?

Bumblebee nodded, before another yell out of the names 'SUNSTREAKER, SIDESWIPE!' rang out. Sam and Mikaela both winced, feeling bad for the Twins as they were being hunted. They even wondered if the Twins had a plan of escape.

Well, they didn't know that the Lamborghini Twins did have a plan…plans actually. Over the millennias, they had managed to formula different plans…now to test them on Ratchet and on Earth.

~-~Twins vs. Ratchet~-~

In one of the many warehouse on Diego Garcia filled with junk and old boxes that once held this or that, two shiny sport-cars waited in the back, hiding in the shadows. Both were shaking on their axles from the occasional roars that they heard.

/This was SO much easier back at the base in Iacon…we had the vents to hide in…/ Sideswipe muttered across the bond to his twin. The golden Lamborghini rumbled a bit in agreement. It had been easier, hiding from the Hatchet…and now they would knew to use all their plans to get away from the CMO.

They soon heard loud footsteps outside of the warehouse, the two Lamborghinis backing up a bit more but trying not to make any more noise than they had to. This form stopped in front of the warehouse, a silence stretched after that.

/Should we move?/ Sunstreaker asked his twin through the bond, wondering what the plan of action was. …and who was outside? Was it the Hatchet?

/Let's wait and see…/ the red Lamborghini replied back, then they both listened as the door opened up and revealed Jolt, who scanned the inside. Both Sideswipe and Sunstreaker wondered if the medic-in-training was on their side or Ratchet's.

"Sideswipe…Sunstreaker…are you in here?" the blue mech asked out, helm picking inside and blue optics scanning the dark and cluttered warehouse. The two Lamborghinis were still well-hidden in the dark, so they would wait a bit…just to see or listen if the mech would say anything else. "I just want to help you two…"

/Should we trust him?/ Sunstreaker questioned, both still watching and wondering if that was the truth. The red Lamborghini shrugged up and down on his axles, then inched closer, deciding whether if he should. Then another sound of someone coming stopped them both.

"I don't think they are in there…" they heard Jolt say to the one that walked up but just couldn't see. Who could he be talking to?

There was a growl before both Lamborghinis heard, "They are here somewhere…I'M going to find them!" Sideswipe backed up and closer to his twin, shaking a bit. Sunstreaker was shaking a bit as well.

It was Ratchet outside.

There was a pause, where Jolt had backed out and nodded his helm, and then the two forms walked away, grumbles was heard from the CMO. So, now the Twins realized that some might not be on their side.

The challenge was beginning to heat up now.

~-~Twins vs. Ratchet~-~

Carefully, the two sleek but a bit bulky forms slipped through the dark warehouses and buildings of the island base of Diego Garcia with the moon as their only light in the darkness. It shimmered off their red and yellow paint, but their movements nearly prevented really anyone to see them. They thank Primus silently that Red Alert still hadn't arrived, or this would have been a bit much harder since the paranoid S.D. would surely be on Ratchet's side of this small battle.

Soon, the two Frontliners stopped and rested, in the shadows, their backs against the outside wall of one warehouse where no sane person or bot would dare be in a twenty foot radius of.

Wheeljack's make-shift lab.

/This is SUCIDE, Sideswipe!/ Sunstreaker sent to his twin, looking over to the other who was peeking around the corner to see if anyone or anybot was coming. The dark base was clear…for now.

/Yeah…but do we have any other choice, Sunny?/ Sideswipe sent back, optics still scanning the area. The yellow Frontliner grumbled a bit through the link, but couldn't help but to agree. They had lasted one day of hunting, they just had to continued and survived the Hatchet's wrath.

/Alright, let's move…/ the red mech finally said, slipping around the corner with his twin following just behind him as both crept closer to the cracked opening of the warehouse/lab. They peeped inside, red Lamborghini grinning a bit as the target was sighted inside.

Wheeljack was currently bent over a workbench, servos covered in grease and other oils, and optics trained on a metal object that he continued to tinker with. It seemed all his attention was on that one object.

Perfect.

/Alright…what is the plan, Sides'?/

Then plan, it was simple enough. What did Wheeljack do quite often that near ALWAYS dragged Ratchet's attention away from whatever he was doing? Explosions. Every time that the Engineer did explode and/or make something explode, the CMO was on his case.

That was what the Twins were hoping for.

Slowly, Sideswipe nudged the door open, but soon caused a quick screeching sound, causing to actually make the head-finned mech look over at the entrance and see nothing there. The two Lamborghinis had soon hid away from the opening, hoping Wheeljack wouldn't come look. And like that, he didn't and went back to his work, causing the Twins to sigh in relief.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both looked inside again, watching as the Engineer went back to whatever he was working. The two Lamborghinis looked to each other, then nodded. The red Frontliner soon pulled out a small object from sub-space and pushed a button. The object began ticking and was tossed inside of the warehouse while the two mechs hurried away as a few seconds passed, and there was a small BOOM!

That would keep Ratchet off till the next day or so.

~-~Twins vs. Ratchet~-~

"An' why exactly should Ah help ya two wit' excapin' tha Hatchet?" the silver saboteur asked, arms crossed over his chasis and shifted from pede to pede. Every few times, he would glance around, as did the two Lamborghinis he was talking with. They were only standing in the shadows between two warehouse, not really the best hiding spot.

"Please Jazz…we are running out of places to hide and plans to use…we need your help!" pleaded the red mech, his twin nodding in agreement. And they were running out of ideas.

After the incident with Wheeljack, Ratchet had caught on immediately to what the Twins had done. And so, while the CMO was fixing the Engineer, he had sent Jolt and Ironhide on a mech-hunt to find them. Ironhide was only going because the Lamborghinis Twins had put glitter and paint inside of his canon for the last time. The Twins had used nearly all their plans, but soon found out that a few mechs –namely the Chevy Twins and Prowl– would report if they saw them. And the humans were scared, regardless of the fact that Optimus said that they would not be harmed, of Ratchet's wrath and would blab if they saw them.

Jazz hummed a bit in thought, switching to the other pede to lean on, and muttered, "Yeah…but if Ah help ya two…Ah get mah aft handed ta meh." The Lamborghinis shared a glance with each other, emotions flickering over their twin bond. They really needed to convince the other to be on their side AND to help them. NOW.

Finally Sunstreaker turned back and pleaded, "Come on Jazz…we'll owe you one." The saboteur hummed a bit, thinking over that. They would, and he would make sure they remembered that. But as for what…

"Alright, Ah'll help ya both. BUT…ya two will owe meh big time!" Jazz grumbled, the twins grinning and nodding before they hurried away. The silver mech sighed before glancing to the other that walked up, nearly perfectly quiet.

"Are you really going to help them, Jazz?" the black and white tactician asked, stopping at the other's side. The saboteur shrugged slightly, wondering the same. If he did, Ratchet would NEVER let him live it down…but if he didn't…

Jazz sighed and muttered, "This sucks…" The silver mech then turned and walked out of the dark alleyway, knowing what he had to do. Prowl watched, then sighed and walked out of the alley way as well. Well, this was going to be fun to explain to those who would be hearing screams shortly.

A While Later…

It was the beginning of the early morning lights of the next day on the Autobot/N.E.S.T. base. Most humans and bots woke up relatively in a good mood, nothing seemed wrong. No signs of Decepticons and/or annoying human liaisons. Everything seemed fine.

That was until the frighten cries came from the Med Bay.

All knew what that had meant, the officers in their offices wincing…especially Jazz. He had helped the twins…a little. Enough to help, not a lot to count. And besides, Ratchet was pressuring the officers as well.

"Well, at least now Ratch' will calm down…" Ironhide muttered to the other three mechs as they stood in the officer building. The others nodded in agreement, though they didn't look happy about that.

The cries continued on as Ratchet continued with the medical exams.

Um…next chapter is to be decided later. I haven't fully looked to see what I'll choose.

Suggestions and ideas are still welcomed!

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