"Back off." The ice coloured Seeker hisses at Ratchet as he comes over to her. "I'm still functioning."

The medic sighs, "Skyfall, please. You were badly injured in that battle with Starscream."

Bumblebee winces from beside his friend. "Ratchet... sore subject."

The young femme shakes her head. "No, Buzz. It's fine." She turns to Ratchet, "And Doctor, so is my wing."

Skyfall had taken quite a hit. All of her "fights" with Starscream ended the same way. Starscream being successful. Often, Sky forces him to injure her, so that she has a cover story for why she let him win. In reality, she just knows that the Autobots are less likely to beat her for those minor losses than Megatron to beat her brother.

Ratchet narrows his optics. "Skyfall, you are going to let if not me than another medic look at that injury."

She blinks, then shivers into Bee. He puts his arms around her, muttering something in Seeker. Skyfall nods sadly. "Only if Bee comes with me."

The yellow scout smiles slightly. "And of course I'm willing to come."

Ratchet wonders what on Cybertron the Seeker medic was actually like to cause this reaction. Skyfall and the Seeker general are the only two patients that can chase him out of his own med bay. He assumes that Blackstreak was similar to his mentor, but from the fact of how all Seekers react to medical procedure, possibly worse.

The femme mutters something in her first language, and her friend winces. Ratchet assumes that it was profanity of some sort. "Sky?"

"I don't like having my wings touched." She hisses through her clenched denta. "Especially by a medic."

He winces. "Sky, I will not harm you."

She sighs, "So everyone keeps saying..."

Bumblebee gently strokes her wing and she relaxes a little. "You got this, Flip. Just let him fix it up. He's nothing like Blackstreak. I promise."

"Come with me." Ratchet leads the young fighters into the med-bay. At five vorns, Skyfall is the youngest scout in the Autobot forces, however, she is one of the best that they have.

They cannot afford to have her grounded. Sky shakes her helm as they step inside the room and Ratchet guides her to sit down on a medical berth. "I changed my mind. I can't."

Bumblebee runs his servo gently over her undamaged wing. "Flip, I'm not going anywhere."

Ratchet cleans his servos, and turns around to face them. "Skyfall, all I ask for is cooperation."

"Don't touch my wings..." She closes her optics, trembling. "I can't take it..."

The medic winces. "I have to. But I promise you that I will be gentle."

She leans against Bumblebee, gripping his servo in hers.

The mechanic barely reaches her injured wing with his servo before she pulls away, almost running out of the medbay. "I can't!"

Ratchet sighs, and Bumblebee winces before holding her still. The medic touches her again, and she starts crying.

Skyfall hates being so weak, but she is still really a sparkling, so her tears are unjudged by both mechs. She mumbles frightened responses to Bumblebee's attempts to soothe her with conversation.

Ratchet steps back when he's done. "You're free to go, but I suggest you visit the wash racks. You do still have some Energon staining your armour."

The femmeling glares at him. "We're in a fragging war, Ratchet. A little Energon stains make me look less a helpless sparkling and more like the fighter I am."