The Distance Between us. (Ratchet X Ex-Decepticon/Mech/Reader.)

Prologue

(Updated and extended. 770+ words.)

"(Y/n), it doesn't need to be like this. Come with me, help us fight back and reclaim Cybertron." A younger Ratchet begged his taller older partner. Shots rained down on the medical tower. Threatening to topple the place if forced to endure endlessly more.

"I'm sorry Ratchet... I really am." (Y/n) replied, packing his subspace with important items and tools. Items needed for his future survival and hopefully, fire of the Autobots. The base shook from the blow of more plasma-shots. "There's no way of surviving this together."

The slightly bulkier and taller (a/c) armored mech continued to move around his medical room. Keeping balance as the location shook and rattled with each hit. The very building was bound to come down if they didn't move. If he, Ratchet, didn't leave as ordered.

The young medic continued to beg and plea with (y/n). "There is a chance! Orian, he'll protect us as we help him fight against the Decepticons." Ratchet grabbed (y/n)'s forearm-plating as to not fall over. The (a/c) armor mech held Ratchet up and kept him from falling. Their optics locked on to each other's optics for a few moments. "Please..."

(Y/n) stared into his cyan optics, them staring back into his (o/c). His softened at the sight of his younger medic. Ratchet was a good spark. The best he's worked with. He didn't need to deal with this reality just yet. He can save more bot if separated, then together. Master and apprentice. His spark was in the right place, but currently in the wrong. Such medical eagerness needed to be protected and thus, nurtured. It would not last long with him any longer.

The bot's location continued to groan and shake violently more from the destruction outside it. The rising faction intended for the building to come down. Once something of value was collected.

"Ratchet..." He softly spoke, louder than the noise around while still low enough for them to hear. "Megatron is coming for me at this very moment, he'll offline you if your with me or use you against the Autobots."

Sparks emitted from the entrance, the automatic sliding door became bright from the tool that was cutting it open. Ratchet's optics widened in fear, knowing the Decepticons have arrived. (Y/n) held strong. Continuing to look into his optics in an attempt to ground the younger medic.

"You're leaving without me. You have potential. You will keep those around you alive." He vented quietly, calming his processor to ignore the cutting door. "They need you more than I do, my friend. Make me proud." (Y/n) whispered lastly. Ratchet was conflict. He couldn't bare to lose this bot. His mentor! He couldn't. Ratchet wasn't strong enough yet.

And (Y/n) knew this. He slid a server down Ratchet's arm to grab one of his wrist-joints, pulling him over to the wall furthest from the entrance. Pressing a pressure plate in the wall, a hidden room slid open. Inside that small space was a short-ranged pod. One that was only big enough for one. Ratchet was horrified at what would happen next.

Ratchet was dragged and shoved gently into the pod against his will. The pod itself booted online and as it just shut it's hatch, the younger medic placed both his servos on the glass. He pounded on the pod to force it open. However it did not budge. Not at his command anyway.

"This pod should get you close enough to the Autobot Main Headquarters. Filled to the brim with supplies. Use them well, my apprentice." He gave the medic a short smile, the pod's systems complete and ready for launch.

"(Y/n)!!" He shouted, but the sound was muffled out by the pod and the space outside it. The room's entrance blasted open and smoke filled the room as Decepticons flooded the room. At that moment, (y/n) pressed the wall panel and closed off the secret pod, launching it before the incoming bots could notice its presence or existence.

They couldn't know that there was two medics here. The qualifying Mech couldn't let them know of Ratchet. Megatron would surely tear him a new one for making him escape. He'd rather be the sacrifice, than face Ratchet's unnecessary demise. The orange and white bot's growing friendship with Orian Pax, and possibly soon would be a Prime, would be the death of him. In turn, would take him down additionally.

Thinking all this allowed the advancing cons to take hold of their new addiction. Though willingly, he knew they didn't care so long as their master's orders were fulfilled. He (Y/n) closed his optic and grunted at the rough, forceful movements to relocate him.

"See you soon..."