Happiness.
State where a living being feels excited and expresses it by smiling or any positive act.An emotion i haven't had for a long time.
But hearing his voice. Knowing he was there somewhere on this cursed planet that us fellow Cybertronians had to flee on.
I found hope again.What ?
Oh puh-lease, your planet is in no better state than ours. It is a miracle you're still able to live on it.We stayed a bit on the line, talking like two human teenagers having a soft spot for each other.
It was the first i wasn't feeling useless by doing nothing.
Just appreciating the moment given.
After a while and with Optimus's permission, i gave him coordinates to a safe spot to meet and crossed the opened groundbridge.
The team insisted to accompany me, but i simply refused, stating i was fine on my own.I may be old and rusty but still capable of dealing with a massive and dangerous mech that has a liking in me.
Patiently, i waited, glancing here and there around me.
The sky was a light mix of red and orange as the sunset was showing its natural beauty from afar. Earth inhabitants may annoy me but this planet sure has its own charms"The view is breathtaking isn't it ?"
There he was.
Still the same dark scarred gigantic mech i used to know with the same pair of red and yellow eyes.
He gently stepped foward me before stopping in his track.I wasn't sure at first, as he acted hesitant, almost fearing my movements.
But suddenly, he started running and in a trice..
He embraced me, tightly enough to secure me yet spaced enough for me to be comfortable.
I actually didn't know how to react as i somehow hugged back
Hugs weren't something i do, but i felt oddly safe enough.Dont get used to it
I do not do hugs.Noticing this, he buried his faceplate in my neck cables, giving me a tingly sensation.
I had no idea how much time passed, nor if the team was worried about my long absence.
All i knew was warmth as we remained as still as patients in statis
He was the first to let go of the hug, but not of me, his hands placed on my shoulder, softly glaring at me."You haven't change any bit. Still the same autobot i fell for"
I smiled as he placed his forehelm against mine. Just like the old times. Just him and I once again.
His clawed hands sliding down and meeting mine, enveloping them.
Alas, our moment was ruined as Bulkhead commed me asking if everything was alright, which of course i answered, grumpy and annoyedShortly after, a groundbridge appeared, with its bright spiraled green.
My partner stared at it, before glancing at me as i walked to it, mentioning to him to follow me, as he did.The whole autobots team were watching us, guns activated and aimed at the new mech behind me
Suprised, he did the same, his canons large and with a bright golden light coming from each of them.
Before every of this could turn into a whole massacre, i yelled, waving my hand."Ep ep ep ! He is harmless ! There's no need of using weapons"
Both side put their guns down, transforming them back into their limbs.
Sighing in relief, i presented him to everyone. They more or less welcomed him and decided to give him a chance as I was a trustworthy and wise bot.As the passionate medic i was, i showed him around the base and my medbay, reminding him that day where he was my patient and how long it has been since we last spoke to each other.
He kept looking around and asking me what was used on where. I gladly explained him everything, taking my frame as an example as i was talking.Then, being the "love birds" we are, as humans say, which is stupid since there's no thing such as a bird called love, we walked to my berthroom, still chatting about our adventures and any stories we could think of.
We had so much to do, so much to catch onAnd we weren't wasting any more time.
Get that dirty thought out of your processor, we do not reproduce the same way you do, human.
Such an act is unnecessary for us, for Primus sake.--------------------------------
Chapter 6 is here
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Medic Who ? || A TFP Ratchet fanfiction
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