A Miedic's Life

Possable one shot?

Sterile.

The whole medical bay was sparkling clean. as it could be with bodies till in stasis on most of the many berths lining the walls. It was quite now, not four hours before Iacon Medical had been almost packed with both rushing medics and injured mechs alike.

The most experience and their one juniors were paired up working on the worst of the wounded while both the younger and two new medics where essentially sorting through those warriors that could still stand. Those with minor damages where sat down in order in the wide hall just out side to wait until the most critical were cared for first.

Orders from the Chief Medical Officer, Cybertrons best surgeon and medic, were bellowed out. Ranging from demands for this or that, to instructions on how to care for another patent on the other side of the room.

The skills of all the medics, even the new juniors, had been pushed and tested that day with what seemed like an almost endless, steady stream of wounded. Three fronts had been engaged by the Decepticons, and some mechs had been flown in all the way from the southern hemisphere.

But, meticulously the critical tapered off, were stabilized and moved to recovery wards. Though one or two mechs still had the arms of Ratchet and his two assistants inside them for several more hours, those waiting were patched up and sent to their personal quarters to let their own internal repair systems do the rest.

Right now there were very few awake mechs, just the medics who weren't recharging in fact. One for each of the four recovery wards and Ratchet himself in his office, supposedly taking a quick recharge himself but the wide windows gave him a perfect view of those in the main part of medical. Since the wards were full the spillovers were under his watchful optics.

In on particular ward, where the worst cases of the day were place, a slim female walked from one berth to the next as she took her time in checking each of her charges for the night. Her movements were a little slow, but far from sloppy.

She was average size for a femmie, primarily being white and sliver with a little gray here and there. Her light colors made both the already birth red Autobots insignia stand out even more as well as the two equally red designs on her shoulders that proclaimed to Cybertron at large that she was a full fledge JMO. A junior medical officer, though not to be confused with a new medic.

Classic blue optics watched a screen that showed the vitals of a warrior class Autobot at her side. Quicksilver shifted her gaze down and looking over the red and grey worrier over herself, having long ago leaned not to fully trust equipment.

The older mech proved to be fully stable and the medic moved to the next berth to repeat the process. Once done she hesitated, standing at the end of the ward and looking over all the resting bodies.

She had spent up hours inside some of these mechs, literally elbow deep and covered in all manors of fluids from energon to coolant...and she very rarely learned the names of those under her care. Every now and again she would work on the same Autobot a few times, but never met them outside of duty, and she had tried to fined the few she had gotten along with.

Quicksilver's optics dimmed and flashed as she 'woke up' from the trance of familiarity and looked down. Just now realizing she hadn't had a chance to clean more than her hands, and with a day like it had been. She wasn't her normal colors, but stained pink and blue on her front.

Well, it really wasn't such a big surprise, the medic hadn't had any chance to clean up. By the time this quite time had come she was already in a routine and just didn't think of it. Ratchet himself probable was only partly cleaned up if at all.

Quicksilver scanned over her ward again and a blinking light drew her attention. Someone was out of stasis on the other side of the room. At once the medic came, glancing at a small scream of the readout at the foot of the berth before coming up abreast with the golden warrior's broad shoulders.

The medic smiled softly at the dazed but focusing ice blue optics as she checked the patches on the mech's chest. Parts of his armor, including his chest plat were resting in the care of one of the engineers to be reformed and returned the fallowing day.

A yellow hand reached up and grabbed Quicksilver's arm, moving far faster than is should for someone who shouldn't be even half out of recharge.

"Sideswipe," the mech said, coming awake rapidly.

"What...?" Quicksilver blinked, her optics widened and she put a hand firmly on the warrior's shoulder, keeping her palm away from anything exposed. "Don't you dare think of getting up Autobot, you'll break the patches on your fuel lines. We had a heard enough time getting them on in the first place."

The warrior frowned, in doing so altering the hansom charm of his face that Quicksilver, and a few others had noted before. "Where's Sideswipe?" He asked, though thankfully staying down.

"Who's Sideswipe?" The medic asked and glanced up and around even though she didn't know the names that went with the mechs here.

"My brother." The warrior let out a soft hiss of air though his intakes, "Said he'd come..."

"I'll see if he's outside," Quicksilver said, smiling down at the mech, "You stay still though."

The golden warrior eyed her, making sure she wasn't just saying so before his face smoothed out into a calm expression and he let her arm go, letting it cluck loudly back down. Almost at once the medic moved his arm back into place beside the mech's body so not to be hanging over the edge of the berth. She checked his read outs once more before moving away.

The mech tilted his crested head and watched Quicksilver walk down to the other end of the ward and step into the brighter lights of the main section of medical. The door slid shut behind her, blocking his view.

At once Ratchet looked up from checking on someone, "What's wrong?" He demanded, his curt almost snappish manor mostly from a lack of energon, recharge and the long day.

"Nothing critical sir," Quicksilver said coming over, had there been she would have triggered an alarm for the other medics to come running.

"Than what the slag are you doing here?" Ratchet scowled as he stood up right and looked down at his assistant.

"One of the warriors woke up, he wants to know where his brother, Sideswipe is." Quicksilver reported, "I thought I could look up where he is, that is if you don't mind sir."

Ratchet paused and his expression changed a little, no longer hard. He let out a hiss of air, similar to a sigh, "Don't bother, I know where Sunstreaker's other half is. Come on." The head medic motioned for the junior to fallow, witch she did.

"You do?"

"These two both do this when they're not slagged at the same time." Ratchet nodded as he opened the main doors that led to the 'lobby' of the medical center. There, leaning with his back against the hallway wall was another warrior.

As silver poked her head around the doorframe she didn't fail to notice this Autobot was in the same place the less critical had been parked earlier. For an instant she worried someone had done a greavus over sight but if faded as Ratchet cleared his voice box.

Ice blue optics looked up, the same shade as the golden warrior...Sunstreaker? The mech that was hurriedly standing up did have a similarity in his face and shell type that suggested the same creator. This was probable Sideswipe, he had the same broad chest and shoulders and the heavy armor and a powerful shell to compensate for the extra weight of the armor. Yet as he moved it wasn't sluggish but alarmingly fast for a bot his size.

The reason hit Quicksilver and she scolded herself for taking so long, she must really be in need of energon herself. Both this Sideswipe and his brother were front line warriors, built to take a heavier beating and keep on fighting or defending.

Right now Sideswipe was glancing between her and Ratchet, his own hansom face marred by worry, "Sunny?" he asked.

Ratchet looked the taller warrior up and down, unable to stop the automatic reaction of checking mechs for damage. He turned to look at his junior and Quicksilver stood up straight, "You,"

"Yes sir?"

"He's your responsibility," Ratchet pointed a finger at the shorter medic's nose, "I don't want to hear a peep out of your ward until I say so, you understand?"

"Yes sir." Quicksilver nodded.

"Good, now scram the both of you." Ratchet growled before stalking back to black and white mech he was working on earlier.

Quicksilver smiled at Sideswipe and found the returning grin quite charming. "Fallow me."

"Yes ma'am," The warrior whispered and with out hesitation fallowed a few steps behind the shorter medic as she lead him back to her ward. Once in he was already homing onto his other half before Quicksilver could even point the way.

The medic paused before fallowing, "He's to remain still." She warned as she passed the two on her way to the other side of the ward where a desk was on the far wall. Quicksilver knew she was going to be here for a long time, and if she couldn't recharge than she might as well get some energon. If there was any in the desk that it.

"Half a cube." The medic muttered a few minutes later, eyeing the half full cube and the pink, liquid energy inside it. Well it was better than nothing, Quicksilver leaned back in the fixed chair and started sipping. She glanced up to make sure everything was in order, Sideswipe was leaning on his brother's berth and talking to him in soft tones.

The medic smiled and reached for several black data pads and started on due repots from the day, she had to look up names of those she worked on but other than that the next megacycle went by in relative silence.

Quicksilver started as two black hands gripped the other side of her desk and Sideswipe leaned on it.

"Sorry," The warrior grinned, "Didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay," The medic smiled up at him, "Can I help you with something?" She quirked an optic ridge up.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Sideswipe said and shifted so he was half leaning over the desk, his forearms crossed on its top, "I know the other medic said my internal repair system could handle it but..." He made a face of discomfort, "My shoulder is really bugging me...could you look at it please?" Sideswipe flashed a rather charming smile.

Quicksilver, seeing no reason not to stood up and motioned for the warrior to come around the desk, "You're going to have to sit down, not really any berths at the moment."

"Thanks!" Sideswipe beamed at her as he darted around the desk and sat down in the fixed chair. He hand to move his longer legs just so, but other than that he didn't mind the slightly too small seat. But it did put his shoulders at the medic's level for easy reach.

"Witch one?" Quicksilver asked.

"This one, right here," Sideswipe shrugged his right shoulder and reached up to pat the spot.

Slim fingers started at once, first finding what was wrong and than fixing it. The pressure was a little off here and there but mostly it was just too tight. Working at the cables in his neck first she worked her way down into the shoulder joint proper.

Sideswipe's optics had dimmed and the warrior smiled, leaning his head to his left and forward to expose his neck more. It felt surprisingly nice, it was the equitant of a neck massage.

Quicksilver paused and her own optics flashed in a blink when the warrior started a low growling purr from somewhere in his chest. She glanced around, unused to that kind of response.

"Don't stop," Sideswipe said, his optics powering up again as he leaned back into the medic's hands but he didn't stopping his purr.

The medic hesitated for a moment, but before the warrior stopped purring she started on his neck again and repeated what she did, but this time on his left side. Honestly, she really didn't mind, and it was a nice break from the quite.