Transformers x Reader

Ratchet x Reader

"Ratchet, prepare the groundbridge."

Humming lightly, I peer around the edge of a boulder, watching as a team of Autobots stand, conversing as they wait.

Dull red optics flashing over each of them, I grin, squinting to examine one bot in particular.

The blue femme.

Smirking, a small beam of light emits from my servo, the light touching the back of her helm. Leaning back behind the rock face, I smirk, frame whirring into power.

Gears shifting, my armor tints, shading into a fair blue, pink shining through along the seams.

Holding in a loud chuckle, I crouch, looking out into the cavern. They had come here to claim the energon, and with the drones dispersed, weapons lay about.

Grabbing onto the servo of a vanquished drone, I lift the limb high into the air, letting go to let it drop to the ground.

Shifting behind the rock, my frame shivers in excitement as the group looks towards each other, waving the small commotion off.

Blue optics narrowed in suspicion, she parts from the group, cautiously coming closer.

Servo transforming into a gun, she edges forward, helm peeking around the boulder the noise had come from.

Optics widening, she takes a step back, frame pulled out from under her as she is dragged behind the rock.

Smirking, I cover her faceplate with my servo, clenching my other servo to slam it down onto her helm, sending her unconscious.

"Arcee?"

Taking a deep vent, I stand, coming out from the rock. Strolling over, I lift my shoulderplates in a shrug.

"We're good, thought I heard something."

Blunt optic ridges jolting upwards, the large green mech glances towards an opening mass of the groundbridge, blue optics narrowing in confusion.

"Hey 'Cee, you sound weird."

Hesitating a small moment, I stretch my neck cabling, walking ahead of the group into the groundbridge.

"One of those drones hit me pretty hard, probably glitched my vocal systems, no problem."

Muttering an agreement, the mech stills a small moment, looking back to the large boulder, behind it hiding the unconscious frame of his comrade.

Coming through the other side of the portal, I look around, processor whirring into work as every detail locks into my memory.

"Hey Doc, Arcee said a system glitched for her, but that's the only problem!"

Hearing an annoyed growl, I look towards the new bot, optics flickering red for a short moment before reverting back to a faux blue.

Optic ridges furrowing down towards the green mech, I take in a deep vent, nodding.

Strolling into the small sectioned off area of the base, I sit myself down on a medical berth, vision locked onto the white-red frame.

"Hey Ratch..."

Memories echoing through my helm, I shake, forcing a calm appearance onto my faceplate.

"Arcee, I personally did not see you get injured."

Digits twitching slightly, I calmly look towards the largest, the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime. Ignoring the foreboding feeling washing over me as the familiar medic scans my frame.