Here's a shortie to keep you occupied while I work on Transformers G1 human. Enjoy and review please!

"GET BACK HERE YOU FRAGGIN' PIT SPAWNS OF UNICRON! I SWEAR TO PRIMUS IF I FIND YOU, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU AND HANG YOUR FRAGGING OFFLINED CORPSES IN MY MED-BAY AS TROPHIES!"

Wheeljack sighed and lowered the volume on his audio receptors. Hearing Ratchet yell at the Twin Terrors wasn't an unusual thing, but this morning he was really going at it.

"YOU TWO WILL BE LUCKY IF I DON'T TURN YOU INTO FRAGGIN' FEMMES WHEN I CATCH YOU! AND I WILL CATCH YOU, DAMN IT!

The engineer perked up as he heard the sound of two pairs of feet running past his room. Wheeljack chuckled as he heard a familiar noise of wrenches hitting metal, followed by two heavy thuds.

He dared a peek out of his room and was shocked at the scene he was watching.

Who he assumed was Ratchet was bent over, hoisting an unconscious Sunstreaker onto his shoulder. But what shocked him was that it didn't look like Ratchet.

Said mech was not red and white, but neon green and orange. He had pink bows tied around each wrist and ankle, and was covered in sparkles. The only thing that had been unchanged was the chevron that proved that it was the CMO. The very, very, pissed off CMO.

Wheeljack stifled a laugh, fearing that laughing would turn the medic's fury to him. He quickly snapped a picture and stowed it in his data banks for further use. As quietly as he could, the Lancia shut the door and broke into fits of laughter.

3 hours later

Prowl walked down to the med-bay, preparing for his monthly checkup. What he was greeted with was nothing that he had expected.

Ratchet, who was once again his normal white and red, was calmly sitting at his desk, swirling a wrench in his hand.

The medic gave the tactician a Cheshire like grin as he continued to twirl the wrench.

Prowl was unable to take his eyes off of the ceiling. Welded there were two femmes. One was red with horns and with the same design as Sideswipe. The other was yellow with head fins and the same design as Sunstreaker.

The tactician glanced at Ratchet, then back to the twins before doing a face plant into the floor, head smoking and body limp.

Optimus, who had been walking by the Med-Bay at the moment, heard the crash and went running into the room, fearing the worst.

The Autobot leader took one look at Prowl, then Ratchet who was still seated at his desk, glancing up at the ceiling.

Heaving a sigh, Optimus glanced up, then pinched the bridge if his nose.

"How long are you going to keep them like that?" he asked without taking his eyes off the twins. "And why haven't they said anything?"

Ratchet's grin grew wider. "They will be taken down and returned to their bodies in," he checked the time. "One hour. And they can't talk because I disabled their vocalizers." Ratchet just kept on grinning like a madman.

Optimus sighed again. It was official, Primus hated him.

"Just make sure they don't stay like that too long. Sunstreaker already looks like he's going to kill someone." Optimus said, glancing at his medic.

Ratchet shrugged. "If they kill me, who is going to put their sorry afts back together after another failed attempt at Jet Judo?"

Prime gave Ratchet a nod before proceeding to head out of the Med-Bay, careful not to step on the still unconscious Datsun.

Ratchet looked up at the twins, who were giving him identical death glares.

He chuckled to himself, sitting back and resuming his wrench twirling.

'It's good to be a medic'