TF: Doctors Are Not the Best Patients

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Sideswipe/Ratchet/Sunstreaker
Summary: Ratchet succumbs to a virus, leaving the Twins to make sure he takes his medicine.  And Wheeljack finds out something unexpected.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten… And I don’t own Mary Poppins either, so I apologise for Sideswipe bastardising it.
Authors Notes: Written for the twins_x_ratchOctober Challenge, Week 1.  Prompt was ‘Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down’. 
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

Bluestreak paused in the middle of talking as Sideswipe held up a hand.  Sideswipe never interrupted him, so it must have been important.
“Hold that thought Blue, I gotta go to the medbay.”
“Sunstreaker?” The golden frontliner was Bluestreak’s first thought as Sideswipe hurried for the door.
“Worse.  Ratchet.” Bluestreak stared at the door, mouth hanging open.  Ratchet didn’t get sick or injured.  But he obviously was.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Oh thank Primus.” Wheeljack was struggling to heave Ratchet’s inert form onto a berth when Sunstreaker and Sideswipe rushed in.  He gladly let the pair of them take over manhandling their lover’s frame onto the berth.
“What happened?” Sunstreaker asked as soon as they had Ratchet settled.
“I don’t know.  We’re talking, then all of a sudden he makes a strange face and keels over.” Wheeljack pulled a scanner across and started attaching wires to Ratchet.  “How did you two get here so fast, I didn’t even have time to comm you.”
“Yeah well, bonded.” Sideswipe gestured between the three of them, ignoring Wheeljack’s shocked expression.  And how the mech managed to look shocked when half his face was hidden by a mask, Sideswipe didn’t know, but Wheeljack certainly looked shocked.

“Oh…” Wheeljack filed the information away for the moment, concentrating on the scans that he was running.
“Don’t tell anyone.” Sunstreaker added.  “Haven’t exactly wanted to make it public knowledge yet.”
“Right…” Wheeljack answered distractedly.  “He’s got a virus.”
“A virus?” Sideswipe and Sunstreaker echoed him confusedly.
“How can he have a virus?  He’s got the best firewall coding of any of us.” Sideswipe tried to understand how it was possible.

“He’s been overworking again lately.” Sunstreaker mused out loud.  No matter how much they tried, unless they resorted to dirty tactics, it was difficult to get Ratchet out of the medbay.  Especially when there were injured mechs recuperating.
“Which would negatively impact his firewalls and allow a virus through.” Wheeljack finished off.  “I can disable the virus, but he’ll need to take in some extra additives to help his system fight what’s already got past his firewalls.”
“He’s not going to like that.” Sunstreaker predicted, a frown on his face.
“No, I don’t expect he is.” Wheeljack agreed.  Everyone knew that any additives to their normal ration of energon made the energon taste foul.  And doctors were never the best patients.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Frag off, I’m fine.” Ratchet struggled in Sunstreaker’s grip.
“No you’re not.  You need to take the additives to restore your systems defenses.” Sunstreaker sighed.  He hated having to fight with Ratchet over this.
“I am.” Ratchet tried to break Sunstreaker’s grip on his arms but failed.  Even fully recovered, he wouldn’t have been able to get out of Sunstreaker’s ‘embrace’.  But that was no consolation.

“Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, the medicine go down.” Sideswipe approached the berth singing, holding the cube with the hated energon laced with additives in it.  Ratchet tried to struggle again, anything to get away from the energon, but was trapped against Sunstreaker’s frame.  The golden mech had lay on the berth, tugging Ratchet to sit between his legs and rest his head on his shoulder, lulling him into a false sense of security before Sideswipe appeared.
“Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, in the most delightful way!”

“Gah!” Sunstreaker held Ratchet’s mouth open, allowing Sideswipe to pour the energon slowly in.
“We’ll make it up to you, promise.” Sunstreaker murmured against Ratchet’s audio, Sideswipe nodding agreement.  As Ratchet swallowed, grimacing at the taste, they both let out an inaudible sigh of relief.
“You fragging well better!”
“Oh, we will.” Sideswipe promised, leaning in to kiss away the taste of the laced energon.

Comments

[flamingmarsh.livejournal.com]

I liked Sideswipe's singing. Made me laugh.

and Ratchet needs to stop working so hard.

[renegadewriter8.livejournal.com]

haha doctor really do make the worse patients. Loved it great job!

[senmut]

Oh that's so them!

[naggingfishwife.livejournal.com]

I can see Sideswipe singing that song...was that from Mary Poppins? lol

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

I have no idea why I put Sound of Music... *eyeroll at self*

And that was the first scene I had in my head!

[darkeyes-17.livejournal.com]

HEHEHEHE! I'm so glad someone did this prompt.

Very entertaining. Mary Poppins...*giggles*

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

I'll take him high, you take him low.

He'll kill us.

Totally worth it.

This was what popped into my head as I was reading the medicating of Ratchet (Sides' singing helped!) and I was cracking up at the idea of Sunstreaker wrapping Ratchet up so Sides could medicate him! Thanks for the late night laugh, Casha!