Caro Transmutata Metallo 24
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
“Fit and fine, Doc Bot!” Jazz responded to Ratchet’s overly formal greeting with the practiced glibness he knew from long experience infuriated the medic. “First Aid put it all in my file.”
“While I am pleased to hear that you feel well, I must insist on determining your medical status for myself,” Ratchet intoned smoothly, still the consummate professional.
Despite the controlled field and expressionless faceplates, or more likely because of them, icy uneasiness was clawing around Jazz’s spark, and his armor plating was making a very respectable attempt to crawl off of his frame. Ratchet should have been railing at him, cursing his incompetence, berating him in some fashion, even resorting to the physical violence the mech was infamous for. This formally friendly greeting was quite frankly terrifying. Something was very wrong