He hasn't been acting the same ever since the wrecker came in view.
Was he jealous ? Possessive ?
Was it envy ? A deep desire of conserving what he has longed for during this whole time ?
Well, i am going to be honest with you, humans, Wheeljack's nicknames like "Doc" or even "Sunshine" was fully and honestly unpleasing and childish.
Totally suiting the behavior of the wrecker
I never knew who my partner was really. There was a time when we would share our darkest and deepest secrets
An old medic such as I never really liked talking about my emotions nor anything related to myself
I was taught to be emotionless, "poker-face" as humans say.
To act like a professional and be tough
Because if you don't, you do not survive.
You end up dying, drowning in your pool of lubricant and energon
It may seems rough for you, but it's war, the projection of political ideas via violence and death, fair or not.
We would be trained to respond emergencies in an incredible short time, days and night, on and out of the battlefield
Feelings and emotions were useless in those conditions
Thus why i never knew how to deal with them
And he was in the same situation.
Being a warrior and a merciless murderer, trained by the staff of Unicron itself, tortured and tormented until he was nothing left but a mindless killing machine
I wonder why he didn't kill me that night.
Was he curious ? Did he know we were alike ?
As I was lost in my thought, in my bullying and endless mind, sometimes my friend sometimes not, I noticed him talking to Optimus, those same vibrant evil eyes glancing at the prime like he was nothing more but a peasant, but still with a sparkle of respect and honor.
His arms carefully folded as his servos were twitching at the slightest visible expression of his
He was annoyed, but didn't want to show it
I approached the two bot, step by step, announcing my arrival elegantly.
What ?
Are you suggesting i am too old to be elegant ? Age is no obstacles to manners and skills, and you humans should know that.
Both stopped their small chating and look in my direction
Optimus nodded at me respectfully, returning to his task while the tall dark bot simply watched me with sparkles in his optics.
Before extending his clawed servo to me, which i gratefully took.
Despite his dark spark and nocturnal aspect, he was pretty warm, in both physical and emotional state. But i was the only one able to see this gentle form of his
He opened my palm and placed something in it before going for a groundbridge and transforming in one of his altform (T-62, the other being a 1976 Ford Gran Torino) to do his usual night driving
Looking into my servo, i discovered an vial of purplish blue energon turned into a necklace
With his energon, coming from his own fuel lines
He was insane ... but who was i to judge ?
I stared at it, puzzled, placing it on my desk before sighing and going back to work.
This is going to be a long day
Luckily the kids are at school
Just as I was typing on my keyboard, an energon signal appeared on the screen.
I activated the groundbridge and sent the team away, always with a tint of worry.
I watched their every movement, helping them passing the decepticons and accessing the mine.
I was surely too focused on my task to notice the pair of servos brushing my neck cable and going to my shoulder pads, which startled me greatly, to the point of almost making me stumbled and break my tools.
I let out a quiet gasp as i turned around and notice it was simply him, he was back from his driving. He looked at me sceptically, curiously, almost bidding me what has gotten into me.
How come didn't i hear him ?
'My pistons may be rusty but my hearing is as sharp as ever !' I would often say
That mech was getting over my old medic hearing i must say.
As i (almost) playfully scoffed at him, he answered with an optic ridge raised and joined me in monitoring the team
Sometimes, his company is all i need to fulfill my toughened spark and physician trained mind
The "docbot" can have a chance at what others call 'love' can't he ?
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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...
