Jetstorm watched the sleeping trio on the berth as he fiddled with the screen displaying Sideswipe's reading.

The Minicon would be damned to the lowest parts of the Pits if he let Sideswipe get another fever from all the crying him and everyone else did.

He wouldn't be surprised if everyone got low-grade stress fevers.

Windblade and Drift volunteered for patrol once they had calmed down; no bot said anything but both bots were fighters and they were clearly out of their respective elements with all the crying Sideswipe had done in the last few days.

A soft murmur drew his attention back to the berth and Jetstorm smiled at the scene. Optimus was laying flat on the berth with Sideswipe curled up on his left and using Optimus's left arm as a teddy bear- with Slipstream sprawled out on the proud and paternal mech's chassis like a sparkling.

Jetstorm had just turned back to the screen when a low purr greeted his audials and he turned to see Windblade and Drift walking and flying back into the cavern, glancing at the pile of red, gold, and blue on the berth and gently padding by.

"How are they doing?" Windblade asked as they skittered around the berth.

"Optimus and Slipstream are tired from all the crying and Sideswipe is tired from being up; with him still recovering and what not," Jetstorm answered as he checked the screen, "I won't be surprised of Sideswipe or Optimus get low-grade stress fevers."

Windblade nodded and she turned to check for some more Energon to feed the hungry bots. Jetstorm looked over at Drift to notice that he looked like he wanted to murder some bot and if Jetstorm was a betting bot- which he was not… Slipstream was, though- he would bet that his normally calm master was plotting the demise of a few bots.

He had better keep an optic on him and Windblade from now on; Drift would most definitely convince Windblade to… assist him.

The result would not be pretty.

No matter how tempting it would be to ask if they would let him join in.

Now that he thought about it…

Optimus and Slipstream might join in on the plan too.

"Master…" He started slowly, hoping that the normally honourable mech wasn't really plotting the deaths of the most powerful bots on Cybertron. Drift turned towards his student and Jetstorm froze when he saw the crystal blue optics burn with a fire that frankly scared Jetstorm.

It was an all-consuming fire that Jetstorm had seen in every optic of parents, aunts, uncles, siblings, and godbots.

It was pure parental fire.

Jetstorm knew that everybot that had slighted Sideswipe in some way, shape, or form was royally fragged.

Those fiery crystal blue optics softened when they landed on Jetstorm, "Yes Jetstorm?"

"I think that we should spend a couple of more days here just in case anyone gets a stress fever from all the commotion of the last couple days. I don't want those to evolve into full-blown fevers on the road."

Drift looked comprehensive, "That sounds like a valid idea."

Jetstorm nodded then smirked at his master, "Does this decision have anything to do with the fact I am a medic by any chance?" He asked with some mirth in his vocals.

Drift shuddered slightly.

Jetstorm was not wrong.

He's been on his fair share of medical berths and only two bots scared the Pits out of him.

The Unmaker and medics.

Medics scared him more.

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Slipstream slowly opened his optics and groaned; stretching out like a Felioid on the warm, comfortable, thing that he was sleeping on and rolled over.

In hindsight, rolling over was probably a bad idea.

Slipstream yelped as he fell off whatever he was recharging on and slammed belly first onto the floor with a groan of pain. He laid there for a few minutes and just let the pain wash over his chassis; groaning from the ache.

"Are you ok Slipstream?"

Slipstream turned his helm and looked into crystal blue optics that were filled with mostly concern and a dash of sleepiness.

He smiled softly at the concerned face, "I'm ok Optimus. I just landed on my chassis when I rolled off yours."
Optimus didn't look convinced but Slipstream thought that the concerned and sleepy look the mech was giving him was too cute.

"I'm ok," He soothed, "Besides, you have a bot curled on your left side that doesn't seem to want to let you go."
Optimus looked to his left then smiled softly. Sideswipe was curled on his right side facing Optimus; Slipstream was accurate, Sideswipe had his arm in a death grip. He chuckled and decided to get to work on getting the slender red mech to let his arm go.

Optimus learned the hard way that Sideswipe had a good grip.

An insanely good grip.

He worked his fingers under Sideswipes and tried to pry them off.

He had a damn good grip.

What did Bumblebee feed this bot?!

Hyped-up Energon?!

Slipstream giggled as he watched the slight struggle from the safety of the floor.

This was highly entertaining.

"Are you having trouble there, sir?"
Optimus looked up from his fight with the sleeping mech to see a way too amused Windblade watching him flounder with the teenage mech.

"Do you need any help, sir?" She asked in amusement.

Optimus really hated the seeker femme right now.

"No Windblade, I have the situation under control," He replied grumpily as he wrestled with Sideswipe's servos.

He heard pedes coming towards him and he groaned; more bots to watch him fight with a sleeping Sideswipe.

Optimus heard a couple of soft chuckles but they thankfully said nothing and for that, he was happy.

"Need help?"

Scratch that, he was no longer happy.

But he really needed the help, Prime pride be damned.

"Yes," He grumped. He was not happy with this situation Sideswipe had unknowingly got them both into. He felt a pair of servo's reach over to help pry Sideswipe off but Optimus was quick to note that they were also having trouble with the teen's fingers.

Jetstorm watched the fight with mirth in his cyan blue optics and reached over to shake Sideswipe; startling the slag out of the bots in the area, "Sideswipe, it's time to get up and eat."

Sideswipe groaned and batted at Jetstorm's general direction, "Five more minutes Knockout."

Slipstream giggled and Sideswipe swung again in the direction of the giggling, "Did the cafeteria serve Energon goodies again? I'm going to kill Windshear if they did, you know you're not allowed them Knockout," He complained drowsily as his hand hit Optimus's chassis weakly. The hand stopped, wandered for a second and Sideswipe looked up at Optimus sleepily, "Slag…," He slurred, much to every bots amusement, "You're not Knockout."

"Nope," Optimus said in amusement as Sideswipe slowly got his bearings again and he chuckled when Sideswipe's faceplates flushed at the realization that he was sharing a berth with Optimus Prime himself.

"Hi…" Sideswipe said slowly as he let the mech he had been cuddling with go. Everybot laughed softly and Jetstorm resisted the urge to facepalm and quickly walked back to the screen that displayed vitals and what not.

That urge has come up way too much the last few days.

"Hello yourself," Optimus said back as he watched Sideswipe pull away.

Sideswipe moved away only to hit the wall and he yelped at the contact, "Um sir, can you let me out?"

Optimus gave a rumbling laugh but tried to climb out of the berth by himself.

Emphasis on tried.

Slipstream scrambled out of the way as Optimus's pede slipped on something and the normally graceful mech was sent flying, limbs flailing out as he skidded backward and landed right on Sideswipe.

The resulting squeal of pain sent Drift running over with his sword out.

Windblade and Slipstream were laughing as Jetstorm ran back over with the first aid kit and yelled at Optimus, "Dammit, you big buffoon! Get off Sideswipe! Physics is not on his side here! Get off!"

Optimus was quick to scramble off Sideswipe and then started to apologize when Sideswipe let out a groan, "I'm sorry! I'm so, so, so, sorry!"

Sideswipe waved the poor mech off as Jetstorm checked him out, "It's fine, I've been sat on by Bulkhead before."

Optimus raised an optic line, "Really?"

"Yea, Smokescreen told him too after I decided to go on a hunger strike the first couple of solar cycles at their place. I spent a few breems there before I gave in and ate something. Smokescreen grinned like a loon for joors and Arcee laughed for just as long if not more."

Optimus gave a slight chuckle, "That sounds like my team."

Jetstorm scowled at Optimus who quickly saw the deadly glare and scampered away to the safety of behind Drift.

Drift was less likely to get a wrench thrown in his direction.

Sideswipe noted the way that Windblade and Optimus acted around Slipstream and Jetstorm and he turned to Drift, "What the Pit happened to cause that kind of reaction?"

"My students tend to startle the two in the most creative ways," Drift said with amusement in his voice.

Sideswipe lost it.

Optimus and Windblade glared at the slender mech as he started to laugh hysterically, "Oh my Primus! HAHAHAHAHA-" He hiccupped at that point, his giggling getting the better of him, "Holy slag! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Windblade looked like she was going to kill him and Optimus Prime wasn't far off.

Everybot knew that they wouldn't do a fracking thing.

They were just happy that Sideswipe was laughing.