Amnesiac (TFP X Cybertronian Reader)

Old Friends Meet Again

 ~Autobot Base~  

   Systems onlining you groan feeling sick. How long had you been recharging? What had happened? Checking your internal digital clock you hum seeing it'd been a little over a solar cycle. Blinking your optics to adjust to the harsh light you feel better, no longer hungry or as sore. Glancing around there's no one. Your alone.

 Pushing yourselves up you hear little pops. Looking down you'd disconnecting some wires from your arms. "... hope those aren't important."

  About to explore loud sirens go off making you cry out as you cover your audials. What was that? How do you make it stop?! Crying out in distress you feel heavy ped shake the floor as someone runs in. The alarms shut off and your left still covering your audials shaking. 

  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A SPARK ATTACK!" Ratchet demands as he rushes into the room "THOSE NEED TO STAY IN!" He yells. "YOUR NOT WELL ENOUGH TO GET UP YET (Y/N)! LAY BACK DOWN!" Ratchet swings a wrentch around as he continues to scold you. Jumping up you hide behind some boxes for saftey. Peaking out you squeal as Ratchet throws one of his tools thr boxes. "Get back here!" He yells.

  "Beating me in the helm with a giant wrench isn't going to do anything Ratchet!" You protest hiding behind the boxes. "All that'll do is cause energon flow damage to the helm that will suspend my memory box from properly fixing anything in my processor prolonging my memory process even more!" Shuttering your optics they blink back open as you look confused. Peaking out from behind the boxes you look at Ratchet with wide optics. "Rache.. how do I know that?" You question confused.

  Signing Ratchet closed his optics. He chuckled at his old apprentice. He had missed them and throughout the war often wandered where they'd gone. But now that they were under his care he refused for them to push off their responsibilities of taking care of themselves as they always did. They had to take care of themselves! Had to heal and rest! Which meant no ripping medical scanning tools out of their body! He signed getting them to come out before laying them back down on the medical berth. 

   "It'll all be over soon. Just rest and heal." You whine but listening to Ratchet you calm down ready for a checkup. He smiles and before you know it your smiling back.

  It had been a few solar cycles since then and (Y/N) was adjusting well. 

   (Y/N) had only been at the base for little more than a couple solar cycles but they seemed to have some connection from their past with almost everyone at base. Once they'd learned that the Autobots were their friends and not to be feared, they relatively calmed down letting Ratchet fuss over them as they began to heal. They had opened up slowly after being rescued and talked with everyone. Their meomory was slow coming but they were remembering things from their past. Ratchet admitted with great sorrow however that their processor was still far to damaged to make sense of it all. But with bad there is always good.

   You were sirting on the medic slab as Ratchet did a diagnostic on your systems. He told you your physical state was healing fast but your processor needed a lot of work. Kicking your feet you continued memory exercises with the old bot hoping it'd help you remember how you knew him and the others.
   "Ha ha!" Ratchet cheered. Smiling at the joyful sound you watch as everyone turned towards the two of you almost glitching. Ratchet was smiling? And happy? 

  You scrunch your facial plate in confusion. Why were they acting weird? Wasn't that normal for him? Hearing Ratchet talk to you you stutter your optics before turning towards him listening. "Your remembering little things but still progress. Is there anything else?!" He asked excited bouncing on his peds like a sparkling. Though it was slightly annoying to be asked over and over again about memories that seemed blocked by your processor every nano click you kept trying if only to make everyone happy. 

   "I remember those tool names over there, their use and how to use them. I recall different fights, battles I helped in. The wreckers somewhat. The begining of the war. What I think are cybertronian city names, maybe places I visited? Scouting missions. Racing on Cybertron before the pits and the war. I remember some random things that don't really match up with anything." Pausing you look at Ratchet.

 "I'm glad that your processor is at least starting to repair itself. I wish I could do more to help."

 "I'm learning that's good right?" You question. "I mean I know all your designations but I'm still working on how I know your designations..." Pausing you think of it more. "Of how were all friends..." You correct. Seeing Ratchets optics dim you hold up your servos. "No we ARE friends I just mean... I... last time I checked I was a neutral and I didn't really do sides. And I can't remember what happened on Cybertron... Who won? What happened? Why aren't any of you home?" You question looking over the bots. The bots stiffened making you swallow nervously. They all looked so solemn as they went silent, none of them looking you in the optic. "What... What happened?" You repeat softly. 

   "(Y/N)..." He paused before staring into your optics. Holding your shoulder strut gently he squeezed it in a comforting gesture making your tanks turn. What had you missed in that pod. "We are some of the last remaining autobots." Ratchet spoke softly optics heavy with sorrow. Coolant coming to your optics you stare at Ratchet unbelieving.

   Guilt and sadness pool in your spark making your frame feel heavy. "There are some remaining sisters and brothers scattered to the stars but so many have been lost... We may be the largest group left." Optimus added gently. There was a faraway look in his optic as he thought of fallen or lost soldiers and friends. You intake slowly spark pulsing erratically. The war wasn't over and so many people you loved were gone...?

   "... Cliff? Sea spray? Tail gate? The wreckers? What about the other Primes? The twins? Sun streaker? Side Swipe? Blitzwing? Thunder Cracker? SkyWarp?" You asked distressed. They couldn't be gone, the war couldn't still be going.

    "They fought well." Optimus answered. Coolant overflowing your servo covers your mouth plates as a distressed sound escapes your vocalizer. Maybe it was better to not remember. Maybe it was better to just forget.

   "O-oh." You barley whimper out. Looking down at the bases floor conflicting emotions battle in your (o/c) optics. So many lost and you couldn't even remember them...

   "I'm sorry you had to learn in such a way." Optimus comforted putting a caring servo on your shoulder plate. Sooner or later the news had to be learned at least your friends loved you enough to tell you.

   "They all went down fighting like the warriors they were." Bulk head said softly smiling with pain in his spark remembering old losses.

   "Cliff and Tail gate off-lined for what they believed." Arcee added looking away as she fought off coolant.

  "No. No. I... I kind of shoulf have figured. Were in a war. War brings causalities. ... They're... They're... in a better place. The Allspark welcomes all lost souls." Everyone is quiet for a moment before Ratchet coughs loudly.  

   "Yes well you're vitals seem fine for today (Y/N). You just need some good recharge tonight and a continued supply of energon." Ratchet noted before pushing everyone out of the makeshift med bay. "Let them rest. Have a good recharge (Y/N)." He said softly looking back at you as he pushed the others out.

   "Good night guys." You mutter. Turning on the medical berth to face away from the other bots you hear the team whisper as they leave. Exhausted you outake slowly ignoring it. Off-lining your optics you fall into a light recharge thinking of all the  comrades you could. Humming you recharge well knowing that your fallen brother and sisters were in a better place.