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Gun Slinger (1) ~ Ultra Magnus x Mech!Reader

Word Count: 1,627
Summary: You were a bit rebellious, young and naive, and Ultra Magnus hated it. At least that's what he told himself in the beginning.

He found him completely repulsive. Irresponsible. Crude. And completely lacking the proper qualities of an even halfway decent soldier. No, Magnus, with no source of a stronger word, hated the mech. Y/N was rather impulsive, which had resulted in multiple scoldings from Ratchet and the Prime, but no one was harder on him than Ultra Magnus. It may have been a result of his unbridled anger that the mech brought him whenever he was so greatly graced with his presence.

This latest stunt hadn't brought about anything knew as Ratchet stood over Y/N. He had surely done himself in this time, taking a hit straight to his chassis. Yet despite wanting to release that anger, Magnus could only allow himself to feel guilt.

It had been a simple mission, just a recon mission. Yet it had all just went wrong so quickly, Ultra Magnus and Y/N had been the ones assigned to it. There was no reason to bring a full team, it was supposed to be easy. The energon mine was labeled as abandoned, and there had been no signs of Decepticon activity. What they had found awaiting them had been an ambush. Whether it was an exaggeration or not, it felt like 200 to 2, and the odds weren't in their favor.

Still, before Magnus was able to say anything Y/N had engaged in battle. Leaving the commander with no choice but to cover his aft, though it was obvious to see how that turned out. He had been the one to get too distracted, blasting at the vehicons in his sight that he forgot to look behind him. Y/N had been the one to yell his name, and by the time he managed to turn around, he was catching the mech as he was pushed back from the blast.

The Decepticons retreated after that, as Ultra Magnus commed Ratchet requesting for a ground bridge immediately. Despite Y/N being a decently sized mech, Magnus was able to lift him with ease and carry him through the mass of swirling green and blue energy.

That was what had brought them here, in the medbay. Y/N's body had forced itself in recharge, and Ratchet was doing everything he possibly could with the resources he was given. Everyone else had gone about their duties after a while, they were all worried but they also knew that standing around waiting for the mech to awake wouldn't help them get anything done. Still, no one bothered to say anything to Magnus as he stood in the corner of the medbay. Ratchet didn't even bother, only occasionally glancing over before returning to his work.

The hit was far to close to Y/N's spark chamber, and that was what worried the medic. That was what kept him from leaving the Mech's side, constantly checking vitals. Everything remained steady, however, and eventually he went back to his workstation, he knew Magnus would be keeping an optic on the bot and would alert Ratchet to anything that didn't look right.

Weeks flew by, and still there had been no signs of Y/N waking up. As each day went by, Magnus felt the guilt in his spark grow heavier to the point it felt like weights were pulling him down and he struggled to get out of his berth. Which brought up the issue that he refused to go into recharge, meaning Ratchet had to run him out of the medbay and force him to go to his berthroom.

Magnus had eventually succumbed, and as the exhaustion grew over him it became a question of whether he truly hated Y/N like he said he did. Y/N had risked his life in order to save him, it was reckless, all of his actions were but Magnus was grateful for what he had done. It had been another long day, Magnus had spent most of it in the medbay sitting beside Y/N's still form.

It was the groaning that alerted the larger mech as he lifted his helm, "Primus, that hurt like a glitch." Y/N muttered as he slowly blinked open his optics. His vision cleared, and he groaned as he saw Ultra Magnus, "Couldn't wait to give me a lecture, sir?"