~A Little Bit of Bad with A Little Bit of Good.~

Chapter 21

(2nd pov) 

You muttered stretching out the sore shoulder of this protoform. Ratchet did not seem to take good care of his own protoform if everything was this sore.. You slowly sat down rubbing a cramp in your spinal strut. You placed a stabilizer out and reached for the pede wincing at the complaint this protoform stabbed at you. 

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You puffed a vent feeling some of the pressure alivating in your joints as You continued to stretch them out. You stood up stretching you arms out you felt much better now! 

You walked off to the main room and saw Ratchet in your true protoform studying the scans and wreckage of the machine that caused this. You wandered towards him to be greeted with a growl of annoyance.

"Well hello to you too Ratchet." You stated sarcastically placing a servo on a cocked  hip, "Where is everyone?"

"Out investingating a robbery or something. Prime said we need to stay behind because we're "not in top condition to execute any missions"." He grumbled tossing away a cutting tool he was trying to use, "Your servos are to slim to use my tools!"

You rolled your optics and took your protoforms servo. You pressed a thumb digit on the back joint of your middle digit causing the digits to twitch and the claws to extend to a much sharper points. You release the servo with caused Ratchet look confused at your palm inspecting the sharper digits.

"For what ever you're cutting, this is for a better more clean cut." You stated looking at the machine, "Anything I can help with?"

He paused, "Actually yes."

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"Wrench." He handed you the tool and you stared at him

He looked back expectantly, "What?"

"Ratchet what do I do with this?" You stated looking down at the wrench 

"O-Oh! Yeah.. I keep forgetting, tighten the fifty-second bolt to the right." He stated rubbing the back of your helm

You hummed and returned your arm to the innards and began to tighten the bolting, "Like this?" 

"Yes! For once someone knows what I want!" He cheered 

"Well how could I not? You said fifty-second bolt to the right." You stated casually, "What's next?" 

"Next we test to see if it's worked." He stated causing you to pull your arms from the machine which promptly exploded 

You coughed slightly, "Well.."

You were met with your own sharp glare, "don't say anything about this!"

You hummed, "Ok Ratchet, let's just get back to work."

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You were shoulder deep in another machine when the comm alarm went off causing you to jump. Ratchet sighed and when over to open it.

"This better be important we're trying to work!" 

":;We need back up.;:" primes voice flooded the speakers

"You sent everyone our prime." Ratchet spoke slightly worried 

":;Then you come out here! Your able to fight right!?;:"

"Umm.. sort of.." Rachet spoke looking back at you 

":;Then get out here!;:" with that the com cutoff and ratchet stared at you 

"We should probably get out there.." you stated pulling your arms free of the machine. 

He nodded in agareement and went to transform and stopped, "A jet wouldn't do well in here huh?" He chuckled nervously 

You nodded, "Let's just get there in one piece...."

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Both of you eventually made it. It was hard and you had plenty of cars honk angrily at you as you walked the roads. You gazed around scratching your square jaw. 

"Are we in the right place?" You asked looking at ratchet

"Yes, we are.." he hummed looking around, "it doesn't appear that there is anyone's here.." 

you clicked your glossa confused and continued to look around the empty street. You heard a sound in a near by ally and cautiously. You tilted your helm at the empty ally. You heard a muffled voice and looked up with and you're optics shot open there hung Bumblebee, the quietest he's ever been dark black webbing wrapping him in a tight binds. You took a step back then ran back out towards ratchet. 

You stared around frantic at the empty street, "Ratchet!?" You called worried 

"(Y/n)!" You heard your designation called 

You ran towards the source, this protoform felt like it was a ton and complained as you moved. You skidded to a stop at the entrance of the ally. Quickly you had to dodge a shot of webbing to the helm. A human with a large tank strapped to their back laughed loudly. Not good...