"Old friend, I do not advise you to stay up at such a late hour. We have a big day tomorrow." Optimus was very subtle about his voice. Everyone else was sleeping well . . . except for WheelJack who was captured by the deceptions.

"I don't know how much energon we have for him Optimus. What if I don't have enough?" Ratchet was rubbing a servo over his face.

"Ratchet, Bumblebee has a scouting mission tomorrow during our current situation. He stated he'd find the energon we need. Has he ever not?" Optimus sat a reassuring servo on the red and white mechs shoulder plating.

"No. He's just not . . . We need him for battle tomorrow." Ratchet inquired and slammed his servos on the keypad. Optimus didn't flinch. Only removed his servo.

"Ratchet, he will do both. He's waking up early to go then will be back by the time the Decepticons ship to be near Jasper." Optimus promised.

Arcee had taken a picture of the ships map and schedule and found that the ships course for tomorrow. She had gotten the picture right before WheelJack was . . . shot down and captured. They had confirmation he was alive.

"He better be. Anyway, I'll be fine. I just need to get some of the coding done so that I'm prepared for any damage WheelJack may have sustained during the period of time he's been gone." Ratchet insured as he waved the Prime away.

"If you are not resting, neither shall I," Optimus knew how to get the old medic to bed also.

"Fine. But I swear if I am missing something tomorrow doing the medical issues then I will be yelling at you." Ratchet grumbled as he closed off on everything for the night and let it power down.

"If you insist."

The two mechs made their way to their separate quarters.

"Will you sleep?" Optimus asked, well aware that the medic had sometimes snuck away to the main room after he had got him to bed.

"Yes. I will. Maybe rest isn't such a terrible idea," Ratchet mumbled. Optimus saw that his eyes were dim and he was getting less coherent.

"Sleep well, old friend." Optimus went to his berthroom and watched as the old medic made his way to his own room before shutting the door. Optimus has all the confirmation he needed to rest easy for the night.

"Tomorrow is a new day, a new mission." The prime whispered to himself as he laid down on the berth and let sleep finally consume him.

Tomorrow they'd gotten back WheelJack. Bumblebee had been on time and all of the escaped with minor injury. Bulkhead had carried his long time friend through the ground bridge. WheelJack, overtime, had been just fine. Optimus nodded to Ratchet and realized the medic had actually smiled. Maybe slumber wasn't so bad for the next days events.