Screwloose

Summary: Everyone's got to visit the doctor at some point or another... No one said it had to be under the most normal of means. Mentions of Slash, Mild Language and a sprinkle of Crack!Collaboration with Randomus-Prime
Rating: T

Chapter 3


Bonus: Neutral Territory

The femme smiled brightly at the mech over the counter, her turquoise servos gesturing to the line of chairs visible through the adjacent door. "Doctor Smokescreen will be available in a few short kliks," the secretary bot was saying, "Please take a seat in the next room and relax."

Relax, Ratchet thought drily. That was a laugh.

As if having to see a shrink was a positive thing.

Grumbling somewhat under his breath, the medic walked into the waiting room -and stopped dead in his tracks. Looking up from a CyberGirl magazine was none other than Shockwave. The shape-shifting Decepticon shuttered his optic dazedly at the Autobot, before slowly and almost slyly tucking the magazine in his claws out of sight.

"Ratchet...," the covert agent started neutrally.

Ratchet was quick to wave off the other mech's words. "Don't even bother trying to explain. I think the situation is fairly obvious," he said.

"Indeed," Shockwave replied after a moment. The two 'bots stared at each other a klik longer before the Decepticon was pulling the magazine back out, completely ignoring the Autobot's presence now.

Ratchet himself released an exasperated intake, falling into the closest empty chair. "'Spose this is what I get for seeing a Neutral," the CMO grumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chassis.