Megatron had screamed his name, he heard it, but why couldn't he answer?
His mate had been in pain!
It was so dark and silent here. Where even was here?
Ratchet didn't feel anything, he was literally numb.
No, no that was not entirely true. He felt, something reached out to him, it was warm and filled with love and worry.
Ratchet would have answered the silent call, if it had fit. But it didn't, the call didn't come from anyones spark, it was superficial.
Ratchet suddenly recognized the EM- field reaching him, it was Optimus'.
It hurt the medic, why wasn't his mate the one reaching out to him? It should be him, Megatron, and no one else.
He slowly began to regain contiousness, his optics flickered online, to see two big figures standing above him.
Ratchet wanted to sit up, but a painful pounding in his helm refused to let him do that.
He groaned and finally, his optics narrowed and adjusted to the neat lighting of the room.
He was welcomed by a relieved sigh from Optimus' side "There you go, slowly, old friend, do not worry, i'm here.", the Prime smiled down at him.
Ratchet also offered a small smile, but deep down , he knew he didn't want to see the Prime at all. He felt uncomfortable and confused. He'd really give so much to be with his bonded and Scourge right now.
He shifted a bit to directly look into Optimus' optics. He couldn't bare it, the question burned too much "Where... where is Megatron, Optimus. And where are we?".
Suddely his former leader gave a dark chuckle and grinned from audial to audial. He leaned over Ratchets frame and took the medics servo into his own.
"He is finally gone, old friend! The war is over, we're back on Cybertron!"
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His True Colours
FanficRatchet is gone, with the decepticons. Optimus is worried and angry. Team primes medic... all his secrets none of the teammates know about and Ratchets past he has left untold for good. To Ratchet, there's more than meets the eye... -and... is he ac...
