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Gun Slinger (2) ~ Ultra Magnus x Mech!Reader

Word Count: 1,881
Summary: Avoidance was like an art by this point, but confrontation is an art critic.

He had been denied the ability to go on anymore missions. The life altering injury was just what it wanted it to be, and it made him useless to a large extent. Y/N wasn't smart like Ratchet and he found himself turned away from helping only seconds into the attempt. He tried not to let something like that bother him, but he was dead weight if he couldn't even defend himself. He just walked around the base trying to find anything he could do to entertain himself while everyone was on their missions. If we were being honest the base wasn't particularly entertaining, at all.

The human trio was there, he didn't know why considering their respective bots were out on a mission. They did seem to just like hanging around, according the Jack the base was somewhere they could get away from the daily life. They played video games a lot, Miko tuned her guitar in one corner and Raf had managed to gain Ratchet's approval. Y/N watched for a while, but he didn't get the appeal of human activities. So obviously he waited until they were all equally distracted before sneaking out of the base.

They didn't always have time for things like this, just driving and seeing Earth for what it was. It was a diverse planet compared to what memories he still had of Cybertron, not that he didn't hold his home planet somewhere special in his spark. Sometimes it just seemed as though he had spent more time on Earth than his own planet, that maybe if anyone asked him he'd say that the desert that was Jasper, Nevada was his home. Yet he was young and no one asked him, because no one expected anything out of him besides to fight for the Autobot cause, now he couldn't even do that.

He was glad to be out of the base, his optics could only stare at the wall for so long before he went crazy. So let's see just how fast he could go. There wasn't much of a chance of running into any other cars as he sped down the road. A cloud of red-orange dust billowing up behind him. He needed to get away.

The mission was easy, and they succeeded in obtaining the relic they had set out to collect. The team was in relatively high spirits because of it, because any kind of win against the decepticons was enough for them. Magnus was the one who found himself left out of the celebration. He wasn't particularly bothered about that, he had a lot on his processor these days. Most of it was taken up by the f/c(s) mech who had not been seen since the team had returned.

"Y/N, I haven seen him since I yelled at him for breaking one of my tools." Was Ratchet's answer when asked, and the three humans claimed to not have seen the mech in the last few hours. Despite the words he may have spoken to the mech, there were just somethings he couldn't ignore. He wanted to of course, they were at were there wasn't time for such trivial emotions nor would he have dealt with them if they were at war or not. In fact it would be easier to avoid all of it if they weren't restricted to the base which was considerably small and lacking places to hide.  Still if they were going to be stuck together then he had to figure out exactly what it was the young mech had done to him.

He's probably in his berthroom.

Yes, that had to be where he was but upon lightly tapping on the door he received no response. He tried again before simply opening the door to be greeted by an empty and dark room. Y/N was not in the base. Of course he checked places twice, some even thrice. (I just used thrice in a sentence)

"Y/N!" The commander was drawn into the main room but the sound of someone yelling the designation of the mech he was searching for, "Children don't look! Y/N?" Ratchet was the one yelling, why couldn't the children look? Then he saw why. As a mech of both age and the positions he had held throughout his lifecycle, Magnus believed he had seen all the horrors of war.

Yet watching energon slipping through Y/N's servos as he clutched his side, inevitably collapsing against the field medic now fussing over him. For once Ratchet looked scared, the fear so evident in his optics as he ushered Bulkhead to help carry Y/N to the makeshift medbay.