A/N: You know how most people have a list of things to accomplish before they 'pass on' from this life? Well, I thought it would be interesting if Ratchet had such a list. It's not as long, but I figured it would make some interesting one-shot chapters. These chapters are a mix of G1 and Transformers Prime series, with Red Alert (fem) from Animated and introducing the Maximals ~ briefly. This is my first attempt at a fic on my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro. I'm just having fun with them.

It had been one of those days for Ratchet and he wished they didn't happen so often. Working at the City was fine, but he found himself annoyed quite often with Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Mudflap and Skids. The two sets of twins always seemed to be getting in trouble and ending up in the medical bay, which was where he was at that moment. He was going over the computer files, checking up on things in general and making a few lists of things to get done and marking off other things on other lists as he went through notes as well as files.

One thing Ratchet wanted to do was accomplish a few things before his spark extinguished. As he was typing, he heard footsteps walking into the medical bay. He glanced up from the computer and saw his beautiful white and red mate Red Alert walk into the room. She sat down at a microscope to look at a box of slides she had carried in from a store room off of the medical bay. His light blue optics lit up with all the love he had for her. He smiled and just stared at her.

Red Alert felt optics on her and turned to see her mate's light blue optics staring at her. Her pale blue optics sparkled as she looked at him. "What are you doing, my dear Medic?" she asked in a smooth voice. She only used the tone she had when she was around him.

Ratchet chuckled lightly and said, "I'm just going through a few files and typing up a list of things I want to accomplish. Do you remember the movie we watched a few weeks ago about the two human males who had a list of things to do before they passed on?"

Red Alert thought for a moment and then nodded her helm. "Yes I do. Is that what you're doing? Ratch, don't you know that we live long lives?"

Ratchet nodded. "I know, but there are still things I've always wanted to do. I'm always bothered by idiots who like to get injured for no reason."

Red Alert giggled and turned back to do her work.

Ratchet looked back at the computer screen and started to type up his list.

Ratchet looked up at the sound of footsteps and two bots complaining. He knew right away who they were.

Red Alert ignored the complaints as she continued to work.

Just then a beautiful blue femme walked into the medical bay. She was practically dragging a red mech behind her.

"Chromia, stop pullin', will yah?" he protested.

"Ironhide, you're not feeling well," she told him, "You're hot and I don't mean in that way. You're burning up a lot." She looked at the white mech medic. "Ratchet, will you please check over this stubborn, thick-headed mech brat of mine?"

Ratchet cycled air, saved what he was doing before he was interrupted and minimized the document. He stood up and gathered what he needed. "Get up on the medical berth, Ironhide," he instructed.

Ironhide grumbled and did what he was told to do.

Chromia put her servos on her hips while she watched Ratchet check over Ironhide.

Ratchet gave Ironhide a check over and took his temperature. It was through the roof. Ratchet shook his helm. "You have an Earth virus. I don't know how you managed to catch the flu, but you did. I didn't think it would be possible to catch a human illness."

Red Alert giggled at that from Ratchet. "Ratchy, we're biological beings, if metal based, so there's a good chance that he got a mutated form."

Ratchet sighed. "Red, I know that, but I'm surprised by the fact that it's happening. Help me here by checking the computers." He shot her a smirk and continued to work on Ironhide. "Chromia, he'll be here for the next few days, so do you want to stay or go back to your shared quarters?"

"I'll stay with the brat. That way he doesn't complain to you all the time." Chromia grinned at that, knowing that both medics were silently laughing.

Red Alert moved Ironhide and Chromia into a private room off of the medical bay to stay there for the next few days. Then she went back over to her work station.

Ratchet went back to the computer and continued working on his list. "One of these days Red, I'm going to offline them all before they offline me," he told her.

She gave a slight giggle and gave him a look. "I hope I'm not one of them," she teased him.

"Never..." he replied with a smile, "I wouldn't offline my mate."

"Good mech," she replied with a smirk.

Red went back to looking at her samples.

Ratchet brought up his list again and typed a few more items on his list.

Red Alert had moved from her work station while Ratchet had been busy typing. She had to get something from a drawer on the other side of the medical bay.

Ratchet had just added a few more things to his list, when he heard voices telling someone to watch where they were going. He watched the door waiting for the next interruption.

Cheetor raced past the others in the corridors, heading for the medical bay as fast as his cheetah body could carry him. The wails of a newborn echoed behind him as he flipped around a corner and shot into the bay, practically colliding with a moving Red Alert. He didn't have to speak; the little sliver creature in his mouth opened her mouth and WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAILED in a demand for food.

"What in the world?" Red Alert gasped in startlement and nearly dropped the datapad she was carrying, staring at the two.

"Where did you find that?" Ratchet asked as he scrambled from the computer to help in this emergency.

Cheetor set the sparkling down, still breathing hard but managed to answer. "Airazor and Tigatron."

"Great Primus!" both gasped even as Red went to the medical berth as Ratchet picked up the maximal sparkling.

"Where are Airazor and Tigatron?" Ratchet asked, grimly as he worked.

"They're coming with the other two." Cheetor said as he transformed into robot mode as the kitten wailed again.

"Shh, little one," Ratchet said to her, slipping her an energon feeding tube as he set the computer to run a scan on the little one. She attacked the feed tube eagerly then after a moment, threw up what she just ate with another wail/cough.

"That's not good," Red replied with a frown.

"She and her sisters have been doing that since last night, Red Alert," Cheetor replied.

"She's got a virus," Ratchet said grimly as he set to work on seeing to her.

Red shook her head even as the two parents entered, clearly having come as fast at they could, with two more wailing sparklings. She had learned that the Maximals took after their animal forms when it came to having sparklings so tigers and birds often had more than one baby. She saw to the two newcomers, who were wailing as well while Ratchet saw to the first one, asking questions of the worried adults. Hopefully they would have caught this quick enough so there was no threat to the young ones' lives.

Hours later, with the small family in one of the medical rooms for the next few days, the two medics got back to work on what they had been doing prior while Cheetor crashed on a medical berth, worn out from helping with the babies. That amused Ratchet and Red though they didn't say so aloud. Cheetor was one of the few teenagers still among the living of their people.

Ratchet was typing more things up on his little project. So far he had two interruptions and even though he had to do his job, he was still irritated that he couldn't complete the task he was trying to accomplish.

"How many times do I have to warn you to stay out of the way when we're all on the demolitions field, Mirage?" Flareup's voice could be heard long before she and Mirage limped into the medical bay, followed by a wounded Tracks and Bumblebee.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you guys didn't sound the alarm! I was playing tag with Bee and Tracks when you guys hit the button," Mirage snapped back, cradling an arm.

"You're one to talk!" Tracks snapped at them both. "I just got a new paint job done. Now look at me!" He'd taken the worst of the blast, sad to say.

Bumblebee rolled his optics and didn't say a word as he helped Tracks into the room, looking around for one of the medics.

Red Alert looked up from her task and couldn't believe her optics. All four of them had walked or limped into the medical bay with injuries. She slipped off her stool and headed over to pick up the tools necessary to repair the four injured bots.

Ratchet vented a very huge sigh, saved what he was doing, got up and headed over to the four injured bots to assist Red Alert. He was going to allow her to handle the majority of this one.

Red Alert decided that the best one to start with was Tracks as he was the one who would never be quiet about his ruined paint job. "Bee, please help Tracks up on the berth," Red Alert instructed.

Bee did so and then backed up a bit to allow Red Alert to work.

Red Alert worked on repairing him.

Ratchet decided to take care of Mirage's arm, as Flareup and Bee weren't injured that badly.

Flareup glared at Tracks and said, "Hey Pretty Boy. You don't play tag on a demolitions field. Even Optimus would tell you that it was idiotic of you to do so."

Red Alert listened and said, "Flareup's right, BUT she still could have checked again to make sure that no one was near or even on the field."

After awhile, all four bots that had entered the medical bay were patched up and released. They were told to come back for a check up in a few days to make sure they were healing properly. The four bots obliged, thanked both medics and left the medical bay still arguing about the incident.

Both Red Alert and Ratchet sighed as they cleaned up the tools they had used and the area where the four bots had leaked energon. Once again, they both went back to what they had been trying to accomplish that day.

Finally the list was all typed up and saved, even after the three interruptions he had while typing it. He put the document away, stood up and headed over to his mate. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

Red Alert smiled and snuggled into it, leaning back against him. "What's this for?" she asked.

Ratchet smiled and said, "I just wanted you to know I love you."

Red Alert giggled. "I already knew that, but I love hearing it. I love you too."

Ratchet chuckled and said, "Let's go take a break."

Red Alert smiled, put her research away, slipped off her stool, held Ratchet's arm and they walked out of the medical bay together.

Next: Our Lambo Twins tick off a certain medic and he does something unexpected.

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