Taylor: *curled up on the couch, very angry*

Other kids: *genuinely worried and a bit terrified*

Miko: ...Hey, are you-

Taylor: *interrupts* NO I AM NOT OKAY!! I can't believe him! 

Jack: I'm even more surprised that Optimus actually had to step in...

Bulk: Ratchet's not even in the same room anymore...

Arcee: That's how you know he's really mad.

Bee: *nods shakily*

Raf: And Taylor actually threw something at him...

Taylor: Well, he was being stupid! He should just admit it instead of being-

Miko: -_- You realize how ridiculous, but adorable, this argument is, right?

Taylor: *pauses* Well.. I know it sounds weird, but its a legitimate argument! And he-

OP: *walks over* Taylor. *leans down and sets digit on her shoulder*

Taylor: ._. Y-Yes?

OP: *completely straight faced* Hurry up and make up. *stands to full height and walks away*

Everyone else: *stunned*

Taylor: *looks down a little sadly* Well, then... *jumps up and runs away*

Miko: *after a pause* I really hope this ends well..

Others: Agreed.

*Ratchet's berthroom*

Ratchet: *sitting on his berth with his arms crossed*

Taylor: *from outside the door* Ratchet?

Ratchet: Go away.

Taylor: *from other side of door* Can I come in?

Ratchet: *scoffs* Why don't you come inside yourself?

Taylor: *standing outside the room* Oh, come on, you know I can't open this door by myself!

Ratchet: *huffs*

Taylor: *still outside the door* ... Please? *tiny little voice*

Ratchet: *gives in* Fine. *gets up and opens the door for her*

Taylor: *smiles up at him* Tha-

Ratchet: *goes and sits back down*

Taylor: *oh, he's still mad* ... We need to talk.

Ratchet: No, we don't. *not looking at her*

Taylor: *pouts* Yes, we do. *walks over and hugs his leg* I'm not leaving until we have a serious talk about this.

Ratchet: *scoffs again* A serious talk about this idle argument?

Taylor: So you admit it's ridiculous?

Ratchet: Well, you did just now as well. *sighs* Taylor, I'm not trying to make a "fuss" it's just-

Taylor: I get it. You don't like being called sweet. But it's obviously more than that, and that's why we end up yelling at each other. *leans head on his leg* And I don't like that...

Ratchet: *sighs again* ... Neither do I. *bends over and picks her up*

Taylor: *a little happier now* You know, I can tell when something upsets you.

Ratchet: I-

Taylor: *holds up hand* No, let me finish.

Ratchet: *shuts up*

Taylor: *sits down in his servo* Look, I'm going to get right to the point here. The reason you don't like being called sweet, or complimented in general, is because you think you aren't good enough. You don't feel like you live up to your standards, you don't live up to what everyone thinks you are, a great medic. In your optics, you've failed one too many times, and you don't deserve the things you have.

Ratchet: *this just got serious*

Taylor: I get it. I've... been there, and you know that. A few years ago, I would be on your side of the argument. But I've moved past that.

Ratchet: *listening very closely*

Taylor: *leans forward a little* But Ratchet, the reason I'm calling you those things, that all of us do, is because it's true. Deep down, you're a great medic who deeply cares for his team, his family. You're someone who deeply cares about his home, and his people. You want to fix that, and your life is devoted to making others better! Tell me how that isn't good. *sighs* You are sweet, Ratchet. You really are. Don't tell yourself you're not worth it, okay?

Ratchet: *staring at her*

Taylor: *cocks head* Honey?

Ratchet: *literally has no idea what to say* ...

Taylor: *leans forward a little more* Did I say too much?

Ratchet: *drags servo over faceplate* Taylor... 

Taylor: I said to much, didn't I?

Ratchet: No, you- *sighs again* You're exactly right, actually...

Taylor: *now it's her turn to listen*

Ratchet: I'm sorry. I suppose it is true when they war brings out the worst in people. I just... sometimes, I wish I could do more.

Taylor: You said that once before, and that turned into disaster, remember?

Ratchet: *chuckles once* True. It's hard to see... the good in things sometimes, after you've seen the worst..

Taylor: Believe me, I completely understand you, Ratchet. More than you know.

Ratchet: *smiles a bit* I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Taylor: *beams* Me, too. *smirks a little* I was right, though.

Ratchet: *snorts*

Taylor: So... are we good?

Ratchet: *kisses her for a split second* Just fine.

~

I stand corrected.

This is the longest one.

Hope you enjoyed that cute little scene!