Predatron:Rise from Extinction

At the Autobot Outpost

(Jasper, Nevada)

Another red alert popped up on the computer screen, causing Ratchet to curse. He kept his displeasure quiet, so as to not wake the children, who were staying close to their guardians after the news of Optimus' disappearance.

Poor Raphael was so worried that the only way he could sleep was curled up with Bumblebee in the scout's room, while Jack and Miko stayed on the loft, sleeping on the couch.

Continuing his work, Ratchet tried to locate Optimus' signal again, only for the red warnings to pop up again. The old medic was getting frustrated. He couldn't stop seeing his old friend disappear before his optics, couldn't unsee the spiral scorch mark on the ground.

A gentle hand on his forearm grounded him before his imagination took off with him.

"Ratty, you need to rest. Blaster can take over for a while." the white mech told him gently, guiding the other mech with a gentle, but firm hold. Ratchet's place was immediately taken by the red Cassetticon, who smiled at him gently.

A recent increase in numbers, thanks to Optimus' Priority Prime message, was a relief to everyone, especially when the bots were good friends. 

The newcomers were Ironhide, the Autobots' Weapons' Specialist, and Ratchet's good friend; the sniper Bluestreak, who was Smokescreen's twin brother; Blaster, the Autobots' Communications' Chief and all of his Cassettes; Hot Rod, a hot-headed young Autobot who was Optimus' nephew; and best of all (at least to Ratchet), was the arrival of Drift, who was Hot Rod's best friend, and Ratchet's Conjunx.

While the new members were a blessing, Ratchet couldn't help but worry. Drift must have felt his worry because the white swordsmech wrapped an arm around the medic's shoulders.

"He'll be alright, Ratty. He's Prime, he'll be fine." Ratchet nodded, unhappy, but unable to argue as his Conjunx led him to his room.

And there you have it, folks! Some Dratchet for your entertainment! This is not what I will be focusing on though.