kinkfest | Untitled (Transformers G1, Ironhide/Ratchet/Wheeljack, G) (Reply)

Title: Untitled
Author:

manga_queen
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word Count: 420
Prompt: Transformers G1, Ironhide/Ratchet/Wheeljack: competition - "He's mine." "No, he's mine." "Don't I get a say in this?" "No."
A/N: None

Wheeljack crossed his arms over his chassis, glaring at Ironhide. "I can beat you at anything," he said, staring the other down. "I can create anything, and I can help Ratchet in any way he needs." He smirked under his mask.

"Oh, really?" Ironhide asked, mimicking the other's stance. "I haven't seen you doing anything to protect him. You can't even protect yourself from those stupid inventions of yours. I doubt you can do anything to help him."

"Oh, please. My inventions only explode occasionally. And I've proven myself against the Decepticons several times, so don't start with that."

"But I'm the one who has more experience in protecting people in battle."

"So? I can make him anything he wants made, including something to protect him, and others during battle."

"And how would it protect them? It would probably blow up on them."

Wheeljack glared at Ironhide, taking a step forward. "He's mine."

Ironhide mimicked Wheeljack's action, so they were standing chassis-to-chassis. "No, he's mine."

"Don't I get a say in this?" Ratchet growled, putting his hands on his hips, glaring at the two mechs who were fighting over him.

"No," Ironhide and Wheeljack answered in unison.

"If you want to argue, get the slag out of my medbay!"

Ironhide and Wheeljack turned to Ratchet, ready to argue with the already-annoyed medic.

"Last I checked, I don't belong to either of you. If you don't stop arguing and making me sound like some sort of object that one of you owns, I'll weld your afts to the ceilings of your rooms. That way, you can't come back here and start yelling at each other again." Ratchet crossed his arms, knowing that Wheeljack and Ironhide were probably getting ready to protest what he'd said. "And if you argue with me, I'll disassemble the two of you and find something much more suitable to turn you into. Do I make myself clear?"

Wheeljack and Ironhide both nodded, going completely silent. Neither of them wanted to anger Ratchet any more, knowing that the medic would carry his threat through. They looked at each other before hurrying out, planning on carrying on the argument somewhere else.

Ratchet glanced over his shoulder, shaking his head. He loved the other two dearly, but sometimes they both drove him nuts. Glad that the medbay was finally silent, he went back to work, waiting, knowing that Ironhide and Wheeljack would probably be back in a matter of hours. "Probably because Ironhide's gotten injured in battle again, and Wheeljack has blown himself up again," he muttered, shaking his head. Maybe he'd have to have a little talk with both of them later; with that thought in mind, he smirked as he continued what he'd been doing before the other two mechs had barged in and started arguing over him.