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Ratchet was in a surprisingly good mood. Prowl was finally his old stoic self, and the medic couldn't be happier. With Prowl out of his heat that meant Ratchet could walk the halls without fear of being jumped again (not that it wasn't an enjoyable experience, but still).

Plus with all the interfacing Prowl's valve was overly sensitive (possibly a bit sore) and the Datsun literally had to waddle into the medbay. Ratchet hoped Red Alert's cameras were watching.

After a good ten minutes of laughing, Ratchet pointed the Datsun to a berth. After which Prowl had refused to acknowledge his exsistance, in fact if Ratchet didn't know better he'd say the officer was pouting.

Chuckling Ratchet turned his attention back on the scans, pleased when everything seemed normal. Well everything but that tiny blip. Focusing on the tiny abnormality Ratchet heightened the intensity of the scan, barely able to stop himself from cursing out loud.

No.

Oh sweet Primus let it be a malfunction...

Checking through Prowl's medical history quickly Ratchet realized his mistake. How could he have been so careless?!

Grabbing Prowl's hand he barreled his way out of the medbay, heading to the rec room. Ignoring the Datsun's rather loud protests he stomped his way into the room, giving every one a healthy dose of death glare.

One thing was for certain, his good mood was gone.

"Okay! How many of you slaggers fragged Prowl!?"

If it had been any other time Ratchet would have been on the floor laughing from all the dumbfounded (and embarrassed) looks he was getting. But it wasn't any other time, he neededto know who Prowl had slept with. Ignoring Prowl's glare he stared down the entire rec room, daring them to not answer his question.

Slowly Bluestreak raised his hand, followed by Mirage, Ironhide, Red Alert, Jazz, Hound, the twins (Ratchet shuddered in horror), and....Prime? Giving his leader a disbelieving look, the medic held back a snort as Optimus simply shrugged.

"Ummm why do you need to know?"

Ratchet barely glanced at Bluestreak. "I wanted to know who knocked Prowl up."

A loud crash behind him signaled that Prowl had fainted.

I apologize for two things 1.) How long this took. 2.) The shortness of the chapter.

I wanted to make this short and to the point so I could begin on other stories that have been floating around my head.

=3 This is the end of 'Heat' I hope you enjoyed, the sequel should be coming soon