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“This is the most ridiculous thing you’ve done in a while. And that’s saying something you know.” - The medic drawled from where he was sitting and looking quite unimpressed at the mech looming nearby.
“Shut up, Autobot. You’re not going anywhere.” - The Decepticon growled as he stretched to his full height, trying to intimidate the medic.
Ratchet felt like mimicking the human reflex called yawning to show how bored he was at the Con’s show. Really, if he’d wanted to see a mech doing his ‘my weaponry and height are better than yours’ routine he would’ve gone to see Ironhide. Instead, he analyzed the inhibitor claws before turning his optics back to the Con.
“How in Primus’ slagging name did you get your claws on this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Autobot?” - Bonecrusher replied, trying not to sound dejected at Ratchet’s complete disregard of him. He used to be threatening, what went wrong?
“I have a designation, Bonecrusher. And though I know your processor ain’t what it used to be, I’m sure recalling something as simple as how to properly address me isn’t a problem for you.” - The rescue vehicle answered flatly before adding, - “Unless I am overestimating your processor’s speed.”
“Will you shut up!” - The Constructicon roared. - “I am not letting you out of this place until that… thing… is over and done with!”
And now Ratchet gave the Decepticon his full attention. -“Thing?”
“Yes. Thing. The thing.” - The military vehicle answered while gesturing vaguely and Ratchet regretted being tied up and unable to hit the Decepticon for wasting his time with a guessing game.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Will you stop acting like a sparkling and release me? I see no point on keeping me here, unless you’re malfunctioning.” - The Autobot medic went silent and Bonecrusher could feel the medical scanners going over his body. - “And since you are not. You have exactly two breems to let me go before I slag you back to Cybertron.”
“Not so long ago you wouldn’t have been so fragging mouthy, Autobot.” - Bonecrusher told the medic as he slid over to him, his scoop arm twitching. The Con looked pissed as Ratchet shrugged the words away.
“Not long ago you wouldn’t had touched a squishy if your live depended on it. “ - The medic drawled staring at the Decepticon in the optics. - “Now who’s the proud papa?”
Ratchet watched with morbid fascination as the Decepticon’s optics lit up with fury. He had the sudden thought that he would probably die, but couldn’t really make himself feel bad about it. But instead of being mauled by the insane brute, he was rewarded with yet another roar of dominance before the Constructicon fragging skated out of there.
Mikaela’s voice reached him. - “Crusher? Where are you going?”
He heard the sound of a transformation sequence and Mikaela’s scream. - “Don’t forget to get some milk when you get back.”
To his defense, Ratchet tried very hard to not laugh. The image of Bonecrusher in robot form trying to get milk was just too pathetically amusing. Bonecrusher’s angry engine roared until he couldn’t hear it anymore. The sound alone set the medic on a giggle fit. Pit, if he’d known the Decepticons were so slagging amusing he would’ve considered joining its ranks if only for the entertainment. Who would’ve known the Decepticons were truly… what was the human word… jesters… no… fools! That was the word!
The sound of human footsteps was getting closer to him and Ratchet composed himself as much as he could while still being tied down. He watched as Mikaela entered Bonecrusher’s workshop, her eyes widening when she saw him.
“Ratchet? Oh my God!” - She ran to his side and the medic felt bad at the look of horror that crossed her face. Humans had so many expressions, they sometimes had trouble reading them all, but her face was now so similar to countless other faces he’d seen before. It screamed betrayal and Ratchet couldn’t help but feel pity for her.
He might not know if this latest stunt of the Con had been done to start the fight or simply because whatever madness he was infected with was just getting worse. The human child tugged at the inhibitor claws and Ratchet mimicked a sigh. She wouldn’t be able to open them.
“What did he do? Why?” - She kept muttering and the medic could see her vitals rising up with each unsuccessful tug on his restraints. He frowned displeased, all amusement and pity gone. She should know better than to get this agitated with her condition. Bonecrusher should know better too. He had some medical knowledge and this was pretty basic for every carbon based planet they had encountered.
“Will you calm down. I am perfectly fine.” - He told her, unable to pick her up or do anything else to support his claim.
“But he… he… why?” - She asked finally and he wondered how many mechs had uttered that same question after trusting a Decepticon.
“I have no idea. He keeps saying something about a thing. Personally, I believe it is time to put him down with the rest of his kind. Now go and call Optimus, this is getting uncomfortable.” - He was never one to hold his tongue and he wasn’t going to start now. She chose her partner knowing this was a possibility.
Her reaction however stunned him. She didn’t cry. She didn’t jumped to defend him in denial of what is clear to the optics. She laughed. She fragging laughed.
Maybe they were both insane. That would answer a lot of questions.
“And what is so funny Mikaela?” - He all but growled at her.
“The thing.” - She replied between giggles.
“What the slag do I look to you? A telepath? What the slag is this thing you both keep talking about.” - He roared in a good representation of Bonecrusher’s earlier roars. Mikaela, though, seemed completely unperturbed with all the roaring. She was clearly used to it by now.
“That’s how he calls the pregnancy. The thing.” - She sighed and took a seat beside his foot. - “I can’t get him to call it anything else. Mom is seriously annoyed with him and I can’t explain to her that my older boyfriend is really a giant alien robot that has a slight aversion to organic processes.”
“You let your creator meet him?” - He asked incredulously. Humans! And he thought she was smarter than some of the other humans.
“Mom insited. Don’t worry, for once the hate is reciprocated.” - She replied a hint of a smile on her face. Maybe if he weren’t tied down he wouldn’t feel so angry at her and the Decepticon.
He watched in silence as she called Optimus on her cell. He kept replaying the conversation between him and Bonecrusher and Mikeala’s words. In almost no time Optimus and Ironhide arrived and got him out of the Primus’ thrice be damned inhibitor claws. The Weapons Specialist taking them to add to his collection.
Ratchet knew the other two were hesitant to leave her alone for Bonecrusher to find. The medic though, had finally realized the Con’s purpose of capturing him. A fact that had him wondering if he was spending too much time among Decepticons. He was starting to know their processing patterns.
Without missing a beat, he transformed. The holographic image he selected waiving at the human he actually considered a student, despite her bad choice in partners.
“Tell Crusher that he doesn’t need a personal medic near you all the time. Organics get pregnant all the time anyways. Oh, and that I expect a detailed description of the store’s reaction to a military vehicle parked to buy milk.” - He winked at her and revved his engine.
The others transformed and followed their medic out and back to the base. Mikaela was still giggling when Bonecrusher returned. The hologram shoved a gallon of milk in her hands before disappearing and he stayed outside through the night sulking.
“Shut up, Autobot. You’re not going anywhere.” - The Decepticon growled as he stretched to his full height, trying to intimidate the medic.
Ratchet felt like mimicking the human reflex called yawning to show how bored he was at the Con’s show. Really, if he’d wanted to see a mech doing his ‘my weaponry and height are better than yours’ routine he would’ve gone to see Ironhide. Instead, he analyzed the inhibitor claws before turning his optics back to the Con.
“How in Primus’ slagging name did you get your claws on this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Autobot?” - Bonecrusher replied, trying not to sound dejected at Ratchet’s complete disregard of him. He used to be threatening, what went wrong?
“I have a designation, Bonecrusher. And though I know your processor ain’t what it used to be, I’m sure recalling something as simple as how to properly address me isn’t a problem for you.” - The rescue vehicle answered flatly before adding, - “Unless I am overestimating your processor’s speed.”
“Will you shut up!” - The Constructicon roared. - “I am not letting you out of this place until that… thing… is over and done with!”
And now Ratchet gave the Decepticon his full attention. -“Thing?”
“Yes. Thing. The thing.” - The military vehicle answered while gesturing vaguely and Ratchet regretted being tied up and unable to hit the Decepticon for wasting his time with a guessing game.
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Will you stop acting like a sparkling and release me? I see no point on keeping me here, unless you’re malfunctioning.” - The Autobot medic went silent and Bonecrusher could feel the medical scanners going over his body. - “And since you are not. You have exactly two breems to let me go before I slag you back to Cybertron.”
“Not so long ago you wouldn’t have been so fragging mouthy, Autobot.” - Bonecrusher told the medic as he slid over to him, his scoop arm twitching. The Con looked pissed as Ratchet shrugged the words away.
“Not long ago you wouldn’t had touched a squishy if your live depended on it. “ - The medic drawled staring at the Decepticon in the optics. - “Now who’s the proud papa?”
Ratchet watched with morbid fascination as the Decepticon’s optics lit up with fury. He had the sudden thought that he would probably die, but couldn’t really make himself feel bad about it. But instead of being mauled by the insane brute, he was rewarded with yet another roar of dominance before the Constructicon fragging skated out of there.
Mikaela’s voice reached him. - “Crusher? Where are you going?”
He heard the sound of a transformation sequence and Mikaela’s scream. - “Don’t forget to get some milk when you get back.”
To his defense, Ratchet tried very hard to not laugh. The image of Bonecrusher in robot form trying to get milk was just too pathetically amusing. Bonecrusher’s angry engine roared until he couldn’t hear it anymore. The sound alone set the medic on a giggle fit. Pit, if he’d known the Decepticons were so slagging amusing he would’ve considered joining its ranks if only for the entertainment. Who would’ve known the Decepticons were truly… what was the human word… jesters… no… fools! That was the word!
The sound of human footsteps was getting closer to him and Ratchet composed himself as much as he could while still being tied down. He watched as Mikaela entered Bonecrusher’s workshop, her eyes widening when she saw him.
“Ratchet? Oh my God!” - She ran to his side and the medic felt bad at the look of horror that crossed her face. Humans had so many expressions, they sometimes had trouble reading them all, but her face was now so similar to countless other faces he’d seen before. It screamed betrayal and Ratchet couldn’t help but feel pity for her.
He might not know if this latest stunt of the Con had been done to start the fight or simply because whatever madness he was infected with was just getting worse. The human child tugged at the inhibitor claws and Ratchet mimicked a sigh. She wouldn’t be able to open them.
“What did he do? Why?” - She kept muttering and the medic could see her vitals rising up with each unsuccessful tug on his restraints. He frowned displeased, all amusement and pity gone. She should know better than to get this agitated with her condition. Bonecrusher should know better too. He had some medical knowledge and this was pretty basic for every carbon based planet they had encountered.
“Will you calm down. I am perfectly fine.” - He told her, unable to pick her up or do anything else to support his claim.
“But he… he… why?” - She asked finally and he wondered how many mechs had uttered that same question after trusting a Decepticon.
“I have no idea. He keeps saying something about a thing. Personally, I believe it is time to put him down with the rest of his kind. Now go and call Optimus, this is getting uncomfortable.” - He was never one to hold his tongue and he wasn’t going to start now. She chose her partner knowing this was a possibility.
Her reaction however stunned him. She didn’t cry. She didn’t jumped to defend him in denial of what is clear to the optics. She laughed. She fragging laughed.
Maybe they were both insane. That would answer a lot of questions.
“And what is so funny Mikaela?” - He all but growled at her.
“The thing.” - She replied between giggles.
“What the slag do I look to you? A telepath? What the slag is this thing you both keep talking about.” - He roared in a good representation of Bonecrusher’s earlier roars. Mikaela, though, seemed completely unperturbed with all the roaring. She was clearly used to it by now.
“That’s how he calls the pregnancy. The thing.” - She sighed and took a seat beside his foot. - “I can’t get him to call it anything else. Mom is seriously annoyed with him and I can’t explain to her that my older boyfriend is really a giant alien robot that has a slight aversion to organic processes.”
“You let your creator meet him?” - He asked incredulously. Humans! And he thought she was smarter than some of the other humans.
“Mom insited. Don’t worry, for once the hate is reciprocated.” - She replied a hint of a smile on her face. Maybe if he weren’t tied down he wouldn’t feel so angry at her and the Decepticon.
He watched in silence as she called Optimus on her cell. He kept replaying the conversation between him and Bonecrusher and Mikeala’s words. In almost no time Optimus and Ironhide arrived and got him out of the Primus’ thrice be damned inhibitor claws. The Weapons Specialist taking them to add to his collection.
Ratchet knew the other two were hesitant to leave her alone for Bonecrusher to find. The medic though, had finally realized the Con’s purpose of capturing him. A fact that had him wondering if he was spending too much time among Decepticons. He was starting to know their processing patterns.
Without missing a beat, he transformed. The holographic image he selected waiving at the human he actually considered a student, despite her bad choice in partners.
“Tell Crusher that he doesn’t need a personal medic near you all the time. Organics get pregnant all the time anyways. Oh, and that I expect a detailed description of the store’s reaction to a military vehicle parked to buy milk.” - He winked at her and revved his engine.
The others transformed and followed their medic out and back to the base. Mikaela was still giggling when Bonecrusher returned. The hologram shoved a gallon of milk in her hands before disappearing and he stayed outside through the night sulking.