Lithium-One Shot
Lithium [One shot-continuous with Sleep]
Pairing: Ironhide/Ratchet
Rating: PG13
Warning-Suicide Attempt. Plain and Simple
Summary: He finally did it. And almost got away with it
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
Ratchet's whole frame shook in bitter cold as the energon blood spilled itself onto pretty much the entire med bay. It felt so good to just say goodbye to this wretched planet, this wretched universe. Poochy was sleeping in his nitrogen container; Ratchet didn't want his best friend to suffer his death. His wrists, both human and mech, swelled up to contain whatever was left of his life force. He feebly lifted the damaged arms and smiled. All he wanted was the eternal sleep.
Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone.
Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show.
Never wanted it to be so cold.
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me.
But for some reason, that sleep never came. Memories flashed in front of his halfway closed blue green eyes; meeting Poochy as a youngling on that desolate jungle planet so long ago, his first day as a doctor back in Cybertron, his first war casualty that was brought into his office, meeting Ironhide at his wife's deathbed. Ironhide...That soldier's name brought him a sliver of joy for the suicidal Ratchet.
I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.
Maybe it was the brashness and militaristic discipline; the dislike of a certain Earth canine or the fact that Ironhide never had the desire to learn how to swim in a planet that was almost 75% liquid. All of these qualities amused Ratchet to no end. Yet...unrequited love soon followed. Stubborn as they both were, Ratchet felt his heart-spark skip a pulse whenever he was close. And for some reason, even with death eminent, it did.
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
There was also another explanation for why Ratchet had yet to lose consciousness. Ironhide had found him on the floor and began shaking him awake. "Ratchet! Ratchet wake up! Wake up damn you!" The soldier quickly remembered the medic's particular First Aid mechanism and rushed to the fridge.
Don't want to let it lay me down this time.
Drown my will to fly.
Here in the darkness I know myself.
Can't break free until I let it go.
Let me go.
Ironhide grabbed the nitrogen jar and grabbed its contents. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU" Poochy yelled annoyed before being interrupted by the black Autobot. "Fix Ratchet now; he's slit his wrists and now he's bleeding out!" Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the Kalypsian symbiote was slipped into the medic's mouth while Ironhide grabbed some cloths and pressed them to stop the bleeding.
Darling, I forgive you after all.
Anything is better than to be alone.
And in the end I guess I had to fall.
Always find my place among the ashes.
The tentacles and vines promptly appeared from the exposed wound and began the reconstruction process. Ironhide kept his pressure until he could hear the medic's breathing improve. Blue-green eyes met with worried cerulean, as Ratchet woke up. 'Hide sighed relieved but couldn't help but land a fist on the medic's jaw.
I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.
"'Hide?!" That hit certainly brought Ratchet back, lying on a pool of his energon-blood. "What happened?" Ironhide was about to scold him for trying to kill himself but Poochy shushed him quiet, no need to bring back this bad little memory. "You, uh, cut yourself. You should be more careful." "And beating the shit out of me was going to help?!" "Uh yes?"
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, ...stay in love with you.
I'm gonna let it go.
As Ratchet rambled on about thanking Primus for the fact that Ironhide wasn't a doctor, 'Hide snatched him from behind and, with a sweetness that completely out of character, pecked his neck. They stayed there for a moment until the enemy alarm went off. "That was nice." The medic managed to say as Ironhide readied his trademark cannons. "Yeah well, sit this one out, you're in no condition to fight."
Pairing: Ironhide/Ratchet
Rating: PG13
Warning-Suicide Attempt. Plain and Simple
Summary: He finally did it. And almost got away with it
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh, but God, I want to let it go.
Ratchet's whole frame shook in bitter cold as the energon blood spilled itself onto pretty much the entire med bay. It felt so good to just say goodbye to this wretched planet, this wretched universe. Poochy was sleeping in his nitrogen container; Ratchet didn't want his best friend to suffer his death. His wrists, both human and mech, swelled up to contain whatever was left of his life force. He feebly lifted the damaged arms and smiled. All he wanted was the eternal sleep.
Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone.
Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show.
Never wanted it to be so cold.
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me.
But for some reason, that sleep never came. Memories flashed in front of his halfway closed blue green eyes; meeting Poochy as a youngling on that desolate jungle planet so long ago, his first day as a doctor back in Cybertron, his first war casualty that was brought into his office, meeting Ironhide at his wife's deathbed. Ironhide...That soldier's name brought him a sliver of joy for the suicidal Ratchet.
I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.
Maybe it was the brashness and militaristic discipline; the dislike of a certain Earth canine or the fact that Ironhide never had the desire to learn how to swim in a planet that was almost 75% liquid. All of these qualities amused Ratchet to no end. Yet...unrequited love soon followed. Stubborn as they both were, Ratchet felt his heart-spark skip a pulse whenever he was close. And for some reason, even with death eminent, it did.
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
There was also another explanation for why Ratchet had yet to lose consciousness. Ironhide had found him on the floor and began shaking him awake. "Ratchet! Ratchet wake up! Wake up damn you!" The soldier quickly remembered the medic's particular First Aid mechanism and rushed to the fridge.
Don't want to let it lay me down this time.
Drown my will to fly.
Here in the darkness I know myself.
Can't break free until I let it go.
Let me go.
Ironhide grabbed the nitrogen jar and grabbed its contents. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU" Poochy yelled annoyed before being interrupted by the black Autobot. "Fix Ratchet now; he's slit his wrists and now he's bleeding out!" Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the Kalypsian symbiote was slipped into the medic's mouth while Ironhide grabbed some cloths and pressed them to stop the bleeding.
Darling, I forgive you after all.
Anything is better than to be alone.
And in the end I guess I had to fall.
Always find my place among the ashes.
The tentacles and vines promptly appeared from the exposed wound and began the reconstruction process. Ironhide kept his pressure until he could hear the medic's breathing improve. Blue-green eyes met with worried cerulean, as Ratchet woke up. 'Hide sighed relieved but couldn't help but land a fist on the medic's jaw.
I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.
"'Hide?!" That hit certainly brought Ratchet back, lying on a pool of his energon-blood. "What happened?" Ironhide was about to scold him for trying to kill himself but Poochy shushed him quiet, no need to bring back this bad little memory. "You, uh, cut yourself. You should be more careful." "And beating the shit out of me was going to help?!" "Uh yes?"
Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, ...stay in love with you.
I'm gonna let it go.
As Ratchet rambled on about thanking Primus for the fact that Ironhide wasn't a doctor, 'Hide snatched him from behind and, with a sweetness that completely out of character, pecked his neck. They stayed there for a moment until the enemy alarm went off. "That was nice." The medic managed to say as Ironhide readied his trademark cannons. "Yeah well, sit this one out, you're in no condition to fight."