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Despite her attempt to try to make friends, his voice was still firm and unwaveringly cold, as if he were admonishing her for her foolish sentiment. Moonwing felt… well. He had chosen not to end her life, sparing her when it had obviously been his duty to terminate her, and she could not help but want to know his name so that she could at least thank him properly. Something told her, however, that thanking him would likely cause him even more distress.
The young seeker ducked her head, feeling chastised, and didn’t ask again.
Now that she wasn’t so focused on a blade at her throat, she became re-acquainted with just how painful her injury was. Each time she so much as twitched, agony went racing through her leg and up her spinal strut. Moonwing also began to realize just how much trouble she was in.
A downed seeker was a dead seeker. That was what Dreadwing had drilled into her when he had taught her the art of flight. He had been a stern teacher, but fair, and he had ensured if nothing else that she knew the most fundamental rule of being a child of the wind: never allow yourself to become trapped on the ground. It was clear that he could not fix her (and she flinched at the word ‘dissection’, and then flinched again for the pain it causes), and he could not help her back to the top of the cliff.
The sea crashed against the rocks below, setting a fine mist of saltwater across her plating as she wracked her processor for any idea of what to do next. Even if the Vehicon hadn’t finished her off, she was still as good as dead if she couldn’t find a way up off the rocky outcrop and get herself somehow fixed up… and then, with a sudden thrill, she remembered a kind mech who had helped her before and had given her his comm code in case she needed help again.
“I… I know someone,” Moonwing said, cautiously, knowing that the Vehicon would not be happy in the slightest when he found out who, but- had she not saved those precious comm codes for just a dire situation as the one she was in? “I think he can help me.”
Silently, she prayed, before sending the ping with her identity and her coordinates. <<”Ra… Ratchet? You told me to call you if I ever needed help, and I… I need help. My leg hurts really bad, and it’s bent the wrong way and it hurts to move. Please…!”>>
Things had been going normally at the Autobot base. Ratchet was just wrapping things up in the medical bay and was preparing to get all of his files organized. He was joined by Pharma, and they'd been able to tag team to get through the patients for the day. Everyone had been checked up, up to date with anything they required, and all the general issues in between.
Ratchet was just finishing his report on Smokescreen when all of a sudden he received a ping. It was from a hailing he hadn't remembered, but his memory was jogged the moment the owner began to speak.
Moonwing. The Decepticon femme he'd helped before. He remembered he'd offered her assistance when he knew for certain she didn't want to hurt others. It'd been awhile since he thought back to that day, but he wondered how she was.
Apparently.. not as well as he hoped.
<<"I'll be there as soon as I can, Moonwing. Let me get my medical bag put together and I'll be on my way. I may bring back up with me, but I promise it's someone I trust. Just don't make any sudden movements with your leg until I get there. Keep it as still as possible, and do your best to remain calm.">>
Ratchet turned to Pharma, reaching for his medical bag. "Pharma.. would you mind coming with me on a trip to help a friend? She's injured and requires immediate medical attention." The younger medic rushed to pack up the bag, grabbing everything he would need to repair a damaged leg as well as some medical grade Energon from their storage. Once everything was packed away, and he knew that Pharma would be coming with him, he opened the ground bridge and was on his way to meet up with Moonwing.
Once they had arrived, Ratchet immediately began to search for the femme. "Moonwing? Moonwing, where are you? It's me, Ratchet. And Pharma." He prayed that Pharma would end up liking this little one. He was one to like the little ones, especially seekers, so it almost seemed like a perfect fit in his mind.. once he could get Pharma past the Decepticon phase. "I hope she's not hurt.. I met her once while on a drive. She is, or was, part of the Decepticons, but she never wanted to hurt anyone. She let me help her and not once did she show any aggression towards me. She's young.. and I'd hoped she had managed to find a way out."
He'd stopped at a cliff side, peering down. The Autobot CMO's optics widened when he saw the injured Moonwing.. but also a Vehicon. Oh scrap this was going to be awkward.
Pharma himself had been keeping himself busy. He couldn't think of the past, think of things that he would consume himself with regret in if he didn't have his mind on them if only for a while. Getting through patients kept his mind on those who were still living. He could keep his mind on helping instead of having to euthanize. His mind didn't have to go to what he thought he had done wrong, in the relic hunt, letting himself go absolutely unhinged in order to get the Apex Armor so he could protect those he valued most.
He himself was finishing a report on Stepper--Primus that little mech had been sweet but somewhat frustrating at times. He blinked when he saw Ratchet's pause and looked up for a moment before he tried to get back to work. He wasn't a psychiatrist by any stretch of the word but he was able to tell the mech's anxiety issues made him quite prone to a number of other issues. Of course, this time it was that he'd had a bit of a processor ache, which Pharma understood. Though he half-suspected it was because the young mech would strain his optics while playing the human video games with the human children when they were out and about there.
His optics widened when Ratchet asked him to come with him. "I don't mind at all." He flexed his digits nervously, hoping that he would be alright away from the med-bay. He hadn't had much experience in field surgery and there was the possible thought of field surgery. He followed after Ratchet, through the groundbridge. He needed to take a few vents and get the nerves out of his own system for once. Had it really been so long since that time?
He glanced over the area while Ratchet was trying to scan. Moonwing? Who was that? He didn't know yet, he hadn't heard that name before, and if he had it had been some time since that point. He was trying to scan any areas unseen before Ratchet gave pause and looked over the cliffside.
"Ratchet?" His voice was hesitant and halting. He then peeked over, before backing up, into a wall of rock, his optics wide, his hand over his mouth. Her. He remembered her. And there was a vehicon there who would probably attack. He seemed to slide down the rock slightly.
"She's not going to forgive me...she's not going to, Ratchet. You're sure she'd trust me? I think she'd rather die than trust me. So many would rather die than trust me..."
Sev paused as Moonwing said she knew someone. The instant Autobot readings appeared on his scans, he frowned. Autobots? She knew Autobots? Sev decided to wonder about how much she anticipated herself leaving the Decepticons later. He still wouldn’t kill her. If she was receiving help from Autobots though…chances were she wasn’t just deserting the Decepticons, she may very well jump faction. *Killing Protocols re activated.
Sev recognized the moment as his last chance to change his mind. Autobots were coming. He could put the femme at gun point, and then maybe fool the Autobots intoa deal—a deal in which he could perhaps kill them both, and then maybe Moonwing. The thought of three kills in a day made him almost want to reconsider his choice…but he knew he wouldn’t be able to recharge soundly knowing that he’d gone against his original decision.
*ERROR *Killing protocols postponed *ERROR
It would be a finest of backstabs, with no honor whatsoever. Victory would be his, but it would be at a cost to his honor and reputation. He’d be displaying that he was no better than the superiors he had to serve. The thought of lowering himself to that of a particular cowardly seeker or crooked wolfish leader made him mentally huff at himself: No. Vehicons are better than that. He thought to himself. Again, his conscience wouldn’t permit him to live with himself. So he again refused his duty to kill…though for this instance, it seemed more of a temptation than anything. The vehicon continued to keep his cool, even as the Autobots neared.
“If you side with them, I will only have more reason to kill you.” Sev told her quietly, just before one of the Autobots poked their heads over the Cliffside. The red and white colorscheme of a medic was unmistakable. Sev couldn’t see the detail of the mech’s features from where he stood, but he doubted the mech was too well armed. Medics hardly ever were.
*ERROR *Attempting reboot of Killing protocols
“Keep in mind I also really, really hate you.” Sev said in a low voice, before he sent a remote request for a ground bridge, telling the control bridge Autobots had arrived on his position and he needed an evacuation.
*ERROR *Warning: System failure *Emergency protocol override commencing in 20 seconds
“That being said Moonwing, I wish you luck with staying online. Good bye.” Sev muttered, knowing there was no way he’d stay to ensure these Autobots fixed her. His programming was causing his helm to overheat, as he continued to resist stabbing the seeker in the chest. A spark flew from the back of his helm, as a groundbridge opened. Sev ran quickly into it, knowing he was short on time. The groundbridge closed behind the vehicon, allowing Moonwing time with the Autobot medics.
Moonwing held her breath as she waited for a return comm. from her unlikely friend. She wondered if he would even remember her, and if he would answer a ping that was Decepticon of origin. Furthermore, she couldn’t help but worry about what the Vehicon would think about this; in hindsight, perhaps this hadn’t been the wisest thing to do considering how willing he had been to put a blade through her.
When she heard Ratchet’s voice, she let out a sigh of relief. <<”I’ll try not to,”>> she promised, though she didn’t really have to be told twice given the amount of pain even the slightest shift caused her. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of a ground bridge opening up above them, and Ratchet calling out to her. <<”Down here!”>> she called back, and was delighted to see his head poke over the edge of the cliff.
That delight was short-lived. The Vehicon’s uttered threat sent a chill down her spinal strut, and she shrunk slightly away from him. “I’m not-” Moonwing said defensively, hurt by the very implication (for deserting the Decepticons wasn’t the same as joining the Autobots, and some biases would take a little longer to be excised). His expression of hate for her sent a jolt of ice through her, and it hurt even more than his implication she might join the enemy; her naivety and innocence had lead her to believe that his sparing of her life might mean that they could be friends.
She didn’t have a chance to say much more, for another familiar face appeared above, and the young seeker gave a flinch.
It was him. The Autobot seeker with the chainsaws for hands that had claimed the Apex Armour from her, the one who had haunted her nightmares. Fear flooded her systems once more, and she hardly even noticed the Vehicon’s abrupt exit. “You said you brought a f-friend!” Moonwing bleated, her voice high-pitched and panicked.
Ratchet was relieved when he saw Moonwing, but his relief settled in more as he saw the Vehicon leave. Hopefully it hadn't called for reinforcements, but it was safer to patch up the femme's leg as fast as he could and without flaws. The only other options he had were to patch what he could up there and take her back to base.. or simply carrier her back without the repairs.
If there was more damage than he though, then dragging her back without a quick patch job would be dangerous.. so work here it was.
He looked to Pharma in confusion as he spoke of how he wouldn't be forgiven. "What are you saying..? You know her?"
..It was evident he did when Moonwing herself recognized Pharma, and she didn't seem happy about his appearance at all. Ratchet was completely baffled. Just when had the two met? What had happened to make the femme so scared of someone he cared about? "Moonwing.. he is a friend. This is Pharma, the one I told you about when we first met. The one I've been looking for. He's here to help me assist you."
As Ratchet made his way down to Moonwing, he looked to Pharma in complete and total confusion. Perhaps he could shed more light on what was going on between them. "It's going to be alright, Moonwing. I'm going to get you fixed up."
He drew his knees closer to himself. "You go down there to her. I'm not qualified for this. Just based on what I did back then I'm not qualified. I'm not." He wanted to spare her the pain. He wanted to give her mercy. No, not that mercy. Though who knew if she would need mercy from him soon? He could make it quick. Make it painless.
No. No, he told himself. That was the mentality of a desperate mech who hadn't had the chance to escape Delphi. That wasn't what anyone needed. That wasn't what anyone wanted
"...I doubt she'll trust me even if you say I'm okay. All she's going to see is...those chainsaws and that crazed look. The look of a desperate mech on the verge of losing himself. Go on. Go ahead down to her. I'll...I'll be up here to lower supplies to you." Hands were shaking, his vents rattling softly. When had it ever become so hard to be himself right about now? Oh right. After Delphi, that confidence had become false bravado, that wisdom drained to desperation.
"Primus have mercy on her. Please..." He whispered, finally slumping forward after his fit of panic. Primus, how he hoped she would be mended soon.
After that failed mission to retrieve the Apex Armour, Moonwing had prayed that she would never again cross paths with the Autobot seeker who had so easily thrashed her. The mere memory of him and his chainsaws and her desperate humiliation had haunted her ever since… as had the wounds he’d inflicted upon her. Her failure had only further proven her uselessness and incompetence to Megatron, and as punishment she had not been permitted to seek treatment for her injuries. Some of the dents and scars could still be seen, as well as her inexperienced attempts at patching them herself using old medical texts.
“He’s the one you were looking for?!” She squeaked, cowering against the ground in her fear even after Pharma had retreated out of sight. Moonwing had hoped that Ratchet would find his long lost friend of whom he spoke so fondly of, but never would she have imagined that that friend would be the chainsaw-wielding bot of her nightmares.
Surely, though, if this bot was Ratchet’s friend, he couldn’t be all bad… could he? Moonwing knew that he wouldn’t put her (knowingly, anyways) in any danger. Her gaze flickered to the edge of the cliff again, still wary, and tried to convince her racing spark that she was safe.
“... I-I slipped and fell off the cliff,” The young seeker mumbled once he had climbed down to the rocky outcrop she lay crumpled on. “I think the…” There was pause, as she tried to recall the proper term from her medical texts, “-distal support strut of my leg is snapped.” And that much was certainly obvious, judging by the unnatural angle of her lower leg and the distortion of her plating. “... It hurts,” Moonwing then admitted in a tiny, miserable voice.
A sick feeling in Ratchet's fuel pump settled in as he suddenly felt torn between the two. Pharma needed him, and he couldn't easily leave his adopted sire in such an anxious state. But there was also Moonwing, who was not only in a similar anxious state, but in a great deal of pain. Neither wanted to approach the other, even if possible, and it only complicated matters for the medic.
The glanced between the two of them as he started to make his trek down towards Moonwing, shuttering his optics momentarily. He needed to act on priority first.
Panicked adopted sire? Injured and just as panicked patient?
..Patient first.
Patient. First.
<<"I'll be back for you, Pharma. I need to tend to Moonwing's leg first, but.. keep me in the know. Please..">>
Ratchet continued to scale down, listening to the femme as she told him what had happened. The poor girl had fallen and possibly broke the support strut in her leg. "Naturally.. a fall like that would hurt in it's own right, but I'll take a look and fix what I can here. I may need to take you back to base for anything extensive, but I'll do the best I can here."
Before long he was finally to the bottom of the cliff, rushing over to Moonwing. The Autobot CMO crouched down beside her, taking a look at her leg. "I'll need to move the armor plating so I can get the best view of the wound. I promise I'm not attempting to hurt you, but I just want you to be prepared in the event that what I do causes some pain."
The ping had jolted him out of his thoughts. He hadn't expected a ping, he'd needed time to cool down, stop thinking of the incident, stop thinking of Delphi, stop thinking about losing himself or else he'd lose himself. It was just a thought. Just a thou--
<<"No no no no no. I'm fine, I'm okay. I'll be fine. Just don't force her to have to forgive me and all will be fine. If she's going to, she'll forgive me on her own time...">>
After a little hesitation, he would slowly peek. They were down there. Ratchet was going to help her. And if he was going to prove himself not just some violent chainsaw-weilding spectre, he was going to have to suck it up, climb down there, and help Ratchet. He had gotten a little tense while throwing his leg over the edge.
"...you're a jet. If you fall, you can fly yourself down..." He murmured softly to himself. He would then slowly start to climb down. When his grip would almost falter, he clenched tighter to the rock facing and would think of Ratchet. Ratchet needed him. Ratchet cared. And Moonwing needed a medic. No, she needed the best medical care she could get and if that meant he helped Ratchet, then so be it. His grip grew stronger as he climbed down. He could do this. He was almost there.
His pedes finally touched the ground softly.
"If you need light...then I'll provide it." A braver expression had crossed his faceplates after he climbed down. He extended his hand gently, only letting his middle digit uncap the digit tip. Inside there would be a bright penlight, the traditional medic penlight. His brave expression faltered and softened when he glanced to Moonwing. "I won't touch without your permission. I'm here to help Ratchet help you. If you give me my permission I will work on wounds but...I want it to ultimately be your choice."
He flexed his digits on his free hand to calm himself again. He then exvented softly to cool himself, cool his processors. "I'm not here to hurt you. Not here to be desperate to protect someone with the ultimate armor. I swear on my life and the Delphi Medical Center."
The young seeker swallowed hard as Ratchet examined her twisted leg; she knew it didn’t look good, and that there would likely need to be a reworking of that support strut at the very least in order to set things right. “Base… the Autobot Base?” A twinge of unease entered her EM field at the thought, and the Vehicon’s words and her vehement insistence that she was not joining ‘the enemy’ burned in her mind. What would it mean if she allowed herself to be taken back to an enemy base, even if it was to seek help for her injury?
‘But the Autobots aren’t enemies anymore,’ She reminded herself. ‘And Ratchet was never your enemy.’
(The Autobot seeker, though, had been. He’d been very intent on taking the Apex Armour from her, by any means necessary. Was he still an enemy?)
Ratchet’s warning of pain made Moonwing cringe, but she forced herself to suck it up. Pain was not an unknown to a Decepticon, especially for one so incompetent as herself. Painkillers were given out sparingly, with the belief that any wound one incurred was their own fault and thus theirs to suffer through, and being someone who tended to collect injuries, Moonwing was very intimately aware of the practice. It didn’t even occur to her that the Autobots might do some things differently.
“I’m r-ready,” Moonwing said solemnly. There was a tiny war in her mind then as she fought between shutting her optics in order to ride out the agony or keep them open to watch Ratchet as he worked, before her young constitution won out, and her big crimson optics tightly shut. “Just- please, help me any way you can.”
The sound of hesitant pede-steps had her opening them back up in an instant, and could not stop her flinch as the Autobot Seeker tentatively approach. She flinched again when he raised his hand, but to her surprise, instead of transforming into chainsaws, his finger lit up at the tip with a tiny, bright light. Her first instinct was, understandably, to be afraid of how near he was. After all, why wouldn’t she be afraid? He had beaten her and threatened her and thoroughly frightened her that day they had gone head to head for the relic.
And yet, looking upon him now, he seemed remorseful, vulnerable even. He promised not to touch her without her permission, and wanted to help her just as Ratchet was doing. Moonwing studied him warily, her spark fluttering in anxiety as she tried to determine his trustworthiness. Truly, she had every reason not to trust him, but- there was something in his optics, some indescribable light that she recognized in her very spark.
Tentatively, she extended the olive branch. “... I believe you.” And then, shyly, the young seeker added, “My name is Moonwing. What’s.... what’s yours?”
Ratchet nodded as Moonwing gave her consent to the medical procedure, carefully moving the femme's leg so that he could angle it where he could work the best. He would have to make do with what room he had, but at least he'd been trained to operate in the battle field. It eased the tension in his processor a little bit, though it would only last so long as that Vehicon from before didn't call reinforcements.
"If the pain becomes too unbearable.. I can give you a pain killer. I just don't want to administer it just yet. Not until I see the extent of the injury and I see what all I need to do. But if it's too much for you before then, tell me. I want to make this as painless for you as I can. Injuries like these are no fun at all, I tell you."
As he started moving the plating around, he glanced up as he heard the sound of Pharma coming down. Smiling softly, he resumed what he was doing, proud that the mech was taking a chance to conquer the fear the CMO didn't know had existed between him and the young seeker. It would be a story he'd ask about another day, but Ratchet had more things to be concerned about.
"Pharma.. Be prepared to hand me anything that I may need. This might be a simple repair, or it could be something more complex than I'm expecting."
He smiled to himself as his adopted sire and Moonwing began to talk, even if it was easy small talk for the time being. He continued to shift the plating, inspecting the injury while occasionally glancing up to see if Moonwing needed the pain killer. There was no way that he was gonna let her go on suffering.
Pharma's blue optics caught that flinch, but he knew he had to show her goodwill. It was the only way to repair the damage he'd done. He told himself this. It was logical to repair the hurt he'd made. He was a medic, he should want to fix such hurts. He should want to heal his own regrets too, he mused. Doctor, heal thyself? No, his thoughts were darting again. They were racing around like miners scrambling to get away from a mine explosion on Messatine. Stop!
Once his thoughts had slowed, his spark settled, and his light glimmered softly. He seemed to listen to her expectantly. She did have full right to tell him no, and yet was surprised to see her settle, to hear her putting her trust in him.
"Pharma. My name is Pharma." He smiled. "It's nice to meet you in less dire circumstances, Moonwing. Ah, maybe less desperate and violent circumstances. I apologize for losing myself that day." He might as well be honest in front of Ratchet. Ratchet trusted him. Ratchet deserved to know. Ratchet deserved to know that he had almost lost himself in the moment and the desperation.
He then nodded to Ratchet gently. He knew to be prepared to hand over anything. He'd even give over his own laser scalpel if he had to, though a strange memory had come to the surface.
Pharma himself was locked inside of a thickly-glassed quarantine room. No sound could get out, no sound could get in. He seemed to panic at the sight of Ratchet and...who was that with him? It was strange to see a mech he didn't recognize at all. And of course Ambulon was there, dear Ambulon, sweet Ambulon, his faithful Ward Manager. But what was that blue mech doing, the one behind them, lumbering, seeming to cry rust from his optical sockets. He shivered, but then tried to tap on the glass, bellowing.
"Behind you! BEHIND YOU!"
Ugh, maybe they couldn't hear him. He steeled his resolve and suddenly settled on the medical berth, pulling out his laser scalpel and gripping it in his left hand carefully like one would grip a pen to write. Though it hurt, and Primus it was burning in such pain, but he knew he had to do this to protect them. It wouldn't be fair for them to end up covered in rust from yet another Red Rust patient.
He pressed his right hand to the glass, words scrawled in tidy handwriting on his upper-palm plating. "YOUR FRIEND IS UPSET".
For a moment, Pharma blinked in confusion. What in the hell had he just remembered? He couldn't recall ever seeing Ratchet at Delphi with a strange white mech, nor did he recall ever seeing Ambulon with the universal plague symbol painted on his cheek. He checked his right hand to see if those words were burned into it, almost confused.
She hoped She decided that she liked it much more when Pharma smiled at her than when he looked down upon her with that hauntingly desperate resolve. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Pharma,” Moonwing replied back tentatively. She didn’t know if she could quite forget the terrifying mech with chainsaws for hands, but the bot before her now seemed calmer, more sincere. It was a little bit awkward, but it also felt right, as if they were beginning anew again. “I… I’m sorry too. For threatening to shoot at you.”
Of course, Moonwing didn’t have to be told that such injuries were no fun, for she was most intimately familiar with just how much it hurt. Her focus shifted from Pharma to Ratchet. Each time he shifted the angle of her leg, her face became tight and pained, coolant tears welling up in the corners of her optics. She tried very, very hard to keep herself from whimpering, because everyone knew that making noise while getting repairs only annoyed the doctor. Ratchet’s comment about giving her a painkiller thus went over her head.
For the most part, she succeeded in keeping quiet by biting down hard on her lip and screwing her optics closed, but when he began to pry the mangled plating aside to inspect the break, a high-pitched, bird-like sound of pain and distress escaped her.
As curious as Ratchet was about what had happened between Moonwing and Pharma, he needed to stay focused on the repairs. Something about Pharma losing himself that day and Moonwing threatening to shoot him. Somehow it reminded him all too well of how the CMO himself had first met the little seeker femme. She'd tried to shoot him that day too.. though she had failed miserably at that. But that at the same time was what sparked their friendship, what got her to trust him.
Ratchet started shifting some plating, but stopped immediately as the injured femme shriek. That alone told him that she needed the painkiller if they wanted to get through this repair as quickly as possible.
"Shhhh... Moonwing. Moonwing, focus on me. It's alright. I'm going to administer the painkiller. Your leg may feel strange, but at least it won't hurt while I continue my work. That's the important thing. I want you to take a deep breath.. and focus your thoughts elsewhere for a moment. This might sting a little, but I promise I'm not trying to hurt you."
He held his hand out to Pharma while keeping his optics on Moonwing. "Painkiller, please." Once the painkiller was in his hands, he slipped the syringe into one of the wires in the poor femme's leg, letting the painkillers do it's job.
"You're doing well, Moonwing. Just try to stay calm for me, alright? If you need anything else while I work.. just ask me or Pharma."
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