The first time you saw him, he growled at you. The second time, he ignored you. The third time, he scanned you without permission and muttered something like "junk with an ego."

Ratchet couldn't stand you. And that made him funny.

You had joined the Autobots for reasons no one asked about and you had no intention of explaining. Although you had been collaborating on minor missions for weeks, your name was still a dirty word to many, and a veiled threat to the sharpest-tongued war doctor in all of Cybertron.

You didn't understand why it bothered you so much that he didn't talk to you like he talked to the others. But you also didn't understand why you liked to make him lose his patience... or why, amid all the friction and taunts, there were moments of silence when he looked at you as if he sensed that you weren't just a sharp tongue and a shady past.

"Don't touch anything," he growled as soon as you crossed the laboratory threshold.