His eyes sparkled at my answer
And his derma twisted in an devilish smile as he eyed me from helm to pede. I felt almost disgusted but something deep inside me, like a feeling, a sudden sparkle, a blowing flower, emerged.
I was somehow joyful.
Before leaving me to my duty, he grabbed my servo firmly, with a force every gladiator would dream to own and placed something inside before fleeing away.
I was scared.
Did he place a grenade ? Was I going to die ?
Despite my reasonable side screaming at me to throw it away and run, i opened my palm and stared at it
A paper... With his comm number on it.
......
By the allspark, would you stop chuckling already ? Humans aren't any more brave than us Cybertronian !
His Servowriting was perfect and regular, almost too regular for a mech like him.
Quickly placing it in my chest compartment, i walked back to my original destination.
This day sure will be busy.
And it was
Patients came in and out, some for serious damages, others for... self experiments.
But i existed the building, i could already spot the same huge frame leaning on a street light and staring at me with those. Same. Primus. Evil. Eyes.
What am i even thinking ? For primus sake i will end up in the junkyard !
Seeing me slightly panicking, he walked toward me, with slow agonizing step.
I could almost hear the jiggle of his weapons against his metal.
"So, you, me and maccadam. How does that sound ?"
That bar.
I haven't been to that bar for quite a while now that i think about it.
Being the busy and study medic that i am, i gave up every entertainment to focus on my job and life.
I almost forgot what high grade taste like.
A bit hesitant, i nodded.
He didn't seem to notice, nor did he seem to mind.
Next thing i knew we were sitting on stools, glass in servo, talking about our lives and anything we could think of, wasting our times like there was no tomorrow. Symbols hidden. Conversation muffled.
Our own world
It almost felt good.
To finally have someone to hold on to
To talk to without any judgement.
To share what you think and keep
Well, you know what i am talking about don't you human ?
Time passed by and we knew everything of each other.
That mech, I could talk about him for eternity.
He was so interesting,
The bar closed
Us ending outside, speechless, almost rusty.
Two mech side to side glancing at each other
It was a bit amusing
But that moment didn't last long, he didn't want to. Fear of us being seen together perhaps, i wasn't sure.
But i didn't mind.
He walked me back to my apartment. Our hands were close but not touching, as if electricity was running through our system and giving us a shocking barrier which didn't allowed us.
Stars were shining, brightening our metal. His frame, coming out from the purest darkness, was beautifully reflecting them, almost like he was the stars himself.
I told him.
He smiled.
Before running away, he did something my old spark was so much longing for.
He kissed my hand.
Snap out of it pesty human, he didn't bite it ! He was no supporter of cannibalism ! For primus sake
That act repeated in my mind like a record. I couldn't get rid of it.
Not that i wanted to anyway.
I took the paper off my compartment and carefully examined it. Was it too soon to call him ? Was he going to answer ?
Yes yes, no need to yell at me ! it was a rhetoric question !
Yes he would
He gave it to me on purpose didn't he ? To twist my mind like a broken limb. To remind me of his presence
Clever
Very clever
And so i did
i dialed his comm number
At first he didn't answer, and my hope was almost dropping
But suddenly, that same deep and rusty voice could be heard
"Hello ?"
And so our second Conversation of the day started.
What was already said being told again in another order.
Our voice being mixed together like a perfect symphony. Two instruments completing each other
That was amazing
How an old medic like me, single, old game, grumpy (not) and strict would fall for a walking danger with glowing golden and ruby eyes
Well i think that's how you humans would describe them ? Wouldn't you ?
Those eyes were my favorite things to look at.
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chapter 3 :)
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Medic Who ? || A TFP Ratchet fanfiction
RomanceRatchet is known as the autobot chief medical officer. Grumpy, old game and stubborn, the medic prefers to stay silent when it comes for his origins and past. Not even his oldest friend has a clue. Who really knows him ? Was he always the strict rus...
