When they hauled the Prime in they expected Ratchet to be unhappy, but even the twins were unprepared for Ratchet's explosion of temper. "I just fixed that converter, you lugnut!" he shouted as Optimus, fresh from battle and clutching his injured side, let Sideswipe ease him up onto the nearest repair berth with a minimum of wincing. "What did you do, charge up to Megatron and ask him for a Simfur Special?"

"Close enough," Sideswipe volunteered, slag-stirrer that he was.

Optimus let a little chuff of exasperation escape through his smokestacks. "Please stop helping."

Ratchet groaned and whipped around to rummage through the supply cabinets. "I told you to take it easy for a few days. I told you to let Superion deal with Megatron. I oughta just not replace your converter this time," he sniped. "See how far you get."

"Apologies, Ratchet." Optimus shuttered his optics, clearly choosing not to argue back, but Sideswipe and Sunstreaker exchanged a communicative look - not even that would be enough to keep Optimus down for long.