After falsely thinking he had successfully made some synthetic Energon, his behavior started to grow irregular.

Between outwardly back talking with Prime, saying things he normally would never say, flirting with anyone he saw fit, and just plainly acting out, this wasn’t the Ratchet you all knew for years.

It had gotten so bad that Prime had to take physical action and slap Ratchet to even get his point across that his behavior wasn’t appreciated.

Currently, you found yourself just wandering with nothing much to do. You stopped and spoke with the earth’s children you and your factions were sought to protect, but other than that, you simply had nothing else to do.

Until you heard some loud speaking and loud footsteps coming from a couple feet away; inside a room. And so, you began wandering towards the ruckus, in search of something to do and in curiosity of what exactly it was.

Though, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see the still unusual Ratchet storming away from Arcee, leaving her to simply roll her optics and walk away.

Without paying attention, he ran smack into you, not even hearing your words of protest at his fast incoming form, knocking you down to your arft; a groan following afterwards.

The medical officer looked down at you, his green optics taking you in for longer than needed before he knelt down and offered you a servo. Yet, he said nothing.

Rising to your pedes, you looked at him with a furrowed brow ridge, your blue optics locking with his in a confused manner.

“Didn’t see you there.” He shortly spoke, your shoulder plates lowering as you vented, knowing he’d say something like that.

“Right.., I noticed.” You mumbled, brushing your bottom half off from the fall. The still different medical officer looked at you intently, stepping closer, invading your bubble.

“I never actually noticed how pretty you were.” He whispered as he looked down at you, the proximity being far closer than necessary, his optics never leaving your faceplates.