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P.S. .... I'm not a techie so I apologize in advance if I get stuff wrong. Lol
Optimus walked in the Autobots base, expecting Ratchet to be in the hanger, tapping his ped with a wrench in his servo, cursing Prime to the Pit and back. But there was no Ratchet. No rench, nothing.
Optimus rubbed his chin and raised his eyebrow, "Just what happened to my medic?"
Silently he walked to the medbay hoping for his old friend to be there, and to his expectations, he was.
Optimus smiled at the recharging bot across his desk. He looked peaceful in the Primes optics. "Finally. You have found happiness." The leader glanced to the human who was curled up against Ratchets inner palm, using the servo as a blanket.
Yes. Ratchet had found something he lost from a long, long time ago.
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A few hours later.
Sarah was sitting atop of Ratchets shoulder holding onto his audio horn. Her ears up right and tail flicking happily against the medics armor.
Her arm had healed nicely in only a couple of hours, thanks to Ratchets special medicine.
Now they were heading towards the south part of the base to fix a mother board that surges electricity through the base and Sarahs small form was needed to fit through the cramped spaces Ratchets servos couldn't reach.
"I will tell you what to do and I'll hand you the tools to fix it. And for Pimus sakes, don't touch the wires." Ratchet instructed.
Holding out a servo, Sarah jumped on it and she was lifted to the ceiling.
"Travel 5 feet up and you should see an opening."
Sarah did as told, her hands gripping metal pipes and such to lift herself up into the cramped space. Seeing the entrance, she dragged her body through it and looked about. It was like a human hallway but smaller. It had hundreds of panels filled with blinking lights and buttons.
"Alright, what do I do now?" She called through the hole.
Ratchet opened his subspace and pulled out a human sized blow torch. "You'll see a mother board. One with alot of levers and giant buttons." He reached up and handed Sarah the tool. "I need you to sever the pipe leading into it."
Sarah grasped the tool and stood up, thankful that she could somewhat see in the dark. Carefully she headed towards the panel but something coiled around her leg, pulling her to the ground with a resounding crash.
"Oh my Primus! Get it off, get it off!!!!" Sarah screamed using the torch to smash the things keeping her legs captive.
Ratchet was visibly panicking. "What's happening?" He tried to ask through the girls screaming and hissing. (A new feature he's never heard before) Quickly doing a scan, one that required high energy compacity, Ratchet was able to identify what it was that's attacking the girl.
"Sarah!....Sarah!" The girl suddenly stopped bashing at her legs. Ears upright and tail flicked outwards. "It's nothing but wires... you're alright." Ratchet sighed, rubbing his temple. A soft echoing "oh" reached his audio receptors.
Cycling air through his vents, the medic was able to get his spark back under control, knowing the only thing attacking the teen, was nothing more than wires. He made his struts relax again, knowing that she was safe.
Sarah got up undoing the tangled mess from her feet, hissing at the cords, then continued on her way to the panel.
"Stupid wires..." She grumbled "getting in my way." A small growl left her mouth but she suddenly brightened when she arrived at the mother board.
"Soooo... I just burn the pipe off that's leading into it?" She yelled to Ratchet.
"Yes... as best as organics can do. It'll have to do until we can find a more permanent solution." She heard Ratchet from outside.
"Are you implying that I can't do a good job?" Sarah folded her ears back in determination, she wanted to make Ratchet proud of her and that's what she was going to do.
Turning the torch on, Sarah burned her way through the thick pipe, trying to avoid the hots parks from touching her skin. 'What happened to my shoes again?' Shrugging, Sarah disconnected the pipe and suddenly a growl filtered through the base.
Down below, the power turned off and Ratchet pulled up his arm, checking the built in monitor.
"I didn't do it!" He heard Sarah yell.
Rolling his optics at her innocent humor, "you're doing fine. Now connected the three pronged wire to the top of the main frame. There should be a port."
Sarah grabbed the wire and plugged it in as ordered.
"Watch out for the exhaust vent. It'll-" Ratchet didn't get to finish because a high pitched squeal filtered through the air as the power came on.
Just as he was going to check the monitor again he heard scraping sounds then something..... troublesome. "Catch me!"
Ratchets helm spun, he was at least 12 meters from the fragging vent duct and the human was going to just jump down?! Ratchet seriously rethought the sanity of the girl.
Quickly, the medic dashed to the opening. Sarah suddenly appeared, falling towards the floor.
Ratchet dived, servo extended as he catched the child, his metal armor scrapping against the floor as he slid into the wall with a loud bang.
Sarah popped her head through his didgets, "That. Was. So fragging cool!" She laughed.
Ratchet grumbled, "You could've gotten hurt. Or worse, offline yourself!" He scolded. "What if you went.... squish?"
Sarahs eyes were wide, ears up as she stared at Ratchet. Suddenly she burst into a fit of laughter.
(Possibly Ratchets facial reaction togetting laughed at during his scolding lesson.)
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"The way you say 'squish'..." Sarah fell into the palm of his servo, laughing even harder at his expression.
Getting up, Ratchet started back to his medbay.
"Where we going now?" Sarahs tail flicked happily finally getting her giggles under control. "Are we going to work on the space bridge next?" Her eyes were as wide as saucers; excitment filling them.
"No, I'm taking you back for a physiological analysis. Once cleared, I'm bridging you back home."
Ratchet couldn't help but muse at her reaction. She went from pure happy to devistated in a nano second.
With her pledges to do things such as polishing Ratchets armor, to mopping the hanger floors, Ratchet smiled. He could never send her away. Not now... not ever.
