[FIC] Wrench
Title: Wrench
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: PG
Summary: Ratchet loses a friend.
A/N: For mmouse15.
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Ratchet sighed, reaching out to gently, hesitantly, stroke the still form in front of him. He didn't understand why this had hit him so hard, why he hadn't been more prepared... Sparkplug had told him they had short lifespans, shorter than humans even; but still Wrench's death had been completely unexpected.
Ratchet smiled sadly, now holding Wrench's cold body safely in one hand, and remembered the first time he had seen the tiny creature. The dog had been filthy, half-starved and weak and had growled as fiercely as he was able when he'd been caught in Ratchet's headlights when the medic had been heading home late one night. Having nothing better to do, Ratchet had sat and watched the creature, curious despite himself, and soon enough, the dog's own curiosity got the better of it.
Surprisingly, it hadn't been difficult to convince Optimus to let him keep it.
Swoop had been the one to name him, saying that Wrench was perfect for a pet of Ratchet's. Everyone had agreed.
Wrench had been old when he came to live at the Ark; he suffered from arthritis and poor eyesight, but he never let that slow him down. Some days he acted like an overgrown puppy. Ratchet took comfort in the fact that he had been so happy.
Ratchet sighed and lovingly placed Wrench in the small casket Grapple had made for him and that Sunstreaker had decorated with small paintings of Wrench playing with various Autobots. The funeral would be in half an hour and Ratchet couldn't spend much longer alone with his friend. So he gave Wrench one last careful stroke and closed the casket lid.
Wrench had been with them for only six short months, but that had been more than enough time for everyone to love him.
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: PG
Summary: Ratchet loses a friend.
A/N: For mmouse15.
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Ratchet sighed, reaching out to gently, hesitantly, stroke the still form in front of him. He didn't understand why this had hit him so hard, why he hadn't been more prepared... Sparkplug had told him they had short lifespans, shorter than humans even; but still Wrench's death had been completely unexpected.
Ratchet smiled sadly, now holding Wrench's cold body safely in one hand, and remembered the first time he had seen the tiny creature. The dog had been filthy, half-starved and weak and had growled as fiercely as he was able when he'd been caught in Ratchet's headlights when the medic had been heading home late one night. Having nothing better to do, Ratchet had sat and watched the creature, curious despite himself, and soon enough, the dog's own curiosity got the better of it.
Surprisingly, it hadn't been difficult to convince Optimus to let him keep it.
Swoop had been the one to name him, saying that Wrench was perfect for a pet of Ratchet's. Everyone had agreed.
Wrench had been old when he came to live at the Ark; he suffered from arthritis and poor eyesight, but he never let that slow him down. Some days he acted like an overgrown puppy. Ratchet took comfort in the fact that he had been so happy.
Ratchet sighed and lovingly placed Wrench in the small casket Grapple had made for him and that Sunstreaker had decorated with small paintings of Wrench playing with various Autobots. The funeral would be in half an hour and Ratchet couldn't spend much longer alone with his friend. So he gave Wrench one last careful stroke and closed the casket lid.
Wrench had been with them for only six short months, but that had been more than enough time for everyone to love him.