Medic Who ? || A TFP Ratchet fanfiction

Chapter 7 : Adaptation and changes

Days passed ever since he entered the base. He was getting used to it more or less well.

Well except for one thing

Humans and him weren't the best of friends, another commun trait of personality we share.

Indeed, in opposite of me, that big dark mech has never really met any organic life beside some animals such as deers and rabbit, animals he would curiously often observe during his wandering time on earth.

And so once or twice a day as he would stand beside me, and simply stare at them, watching them doing their own human things, before focusing back on my actions, not really motivated to have any kind of act nor chat with them.

How could i blame him ? Humans are nothing more but petty little selfish and careless beings, ready to do anything for pleasure and power.

Do not lie, your species is exactly as i described it.

He would spend his time being near me, searching for me when i was nowhere to be seen. Helping me with my tools and medical reports.
I couldn't ask for a better company

As we were both talking about a recent mission that has occured, an energon signal popped on the screen of my computer, which wasn't a rare and bad thing, as our own energon stock needed to be refilled

Of course being the warrior he was, he immediately asked to join the team, claiming that one more addition wouldn't do any harm.
And he was right.
A plan and indications later, they were gone on the field and in the mine, I, monitoring their slightest movement, and especially his.
Everything was going alright.

Until decepticons spotted them and surrounded them, attacking them from everywhere
Being the medic i was, i prepared the medbay and every medical supplies needed for small dents to deadly wounds and then opened the groundbridge.
They all gathered back into base.
All except him..

For primus sake, where was he ? Was he alright ?
He couldn't be dead nor captured ! I refused to believe it !

Optimus stepped forward and placed a servo on my shoulder plate as i weakly shivered. His hand was slightly cold.
He then processed to explain to me everything.
Apparently, my dark energon partner was indeed captured while protecting the team.
Scrap..

I remember the time where we almost got caught when wandering in the city in the evening, right before sunset, where he would told me his hell of a past and every torture his family figures would inflict to him.

Every scar having its own story, with the same tingling and burning sensation.

I have never thought of the word disgusting nor weird when looking at them.
I would prefer to refer to them as marks of history, proofs that he was here in the past, proving his bravery and strengh to those who underestimated him.

But even the bravest people had weakness. His traumas and fresh wounds wouldn't help with his hate of himself. Despite being a strong and powerful decepticon commander, he would often blame his own soul or body for every slight mistakes.

If only he could see what i see.

I've never cared about his mistakes, nor have i judge him for what happened to him.
His beauty never ever scared me
His broken and bright blue spark was the purest of all, simply indoctrinated by processor less minds spilling venomous and useless words
Yet he remained strong and poker faceplate, not being bothered, at least in appearance

I would often remind him his strengh and beauty
He deserved to be respected and adored

Humans do have an idol don't you ?

Watching him fight was something else. His fighting skills was unique, graceful, yet quick and impressive
He was described as one of the most efficient warrior ever
Which i must say, they weren't wrong
He loved swords and daggers
Guns and other weapons would also be used but less

He would often offer me to fight together and as i was an old and rusty medic who hated when we would challenge me, i would accept

Don't start with me being rusty and old, we already had this conversation 🔧

And he would kick me within seconds, me ending up on the ground with his large frame above mine, looking at each other optics

Like the world around us was inexistent

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Chapter 7 :)
See you later