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“Where’s Rhythm?”
First Aid tilted his head up. He reached into the femme’s leg. “Assisting Ratchet with Omega Supreme. Why?”
The red-orange dancer grimaced as the medic-in-training scraped against a sensitive circuit. “It’s nothing.”
“If it were nothing, you wouldn’t have said anything.” First Aid cut away, burnt wires, mumbling apologies as his patient winced.
“I’d just rather have her do this.”
The Protectobot paused, visor flashing. “Is there something wrong with the way I’m doing it?”
“What? No! That’s not what I meant.”
He leveled a glare at Hues, waiting expectantly for an answer. He picked up more than the healing art from his teacher.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times as her vocalizer buzzed with her hming and hawing. “Well, it’s just…” Her doorwings tensed as his engine grumbled at her.
“You don’t want me to help you?”
“Well, not really. Wait! That’s not what I meant!” Hues grabbed his arm, much to his amusement, her purple optics glowing with her apology. “I-I-”
First Aid took the femme’s hand in his own, stroking her reassuringly. “What?” He used his softest, most coaxing voice, trying to convince the dancer to tell him what the problem was.
“It’s just, well, I don’t want you wasting your time on me,” she mumbled, doorwings drooping below her shoulder.
“You’re not a waste of time,” he told her, tapping her chin up so he could look her in the optic.
“Well, yeah, actually I am.” She gestured at the hole in her leg. “I’m a waste of time and resources. I can’t believe I walked right into that.” She sagged on the gurney, finally lying down-something he’d been trying to get her to do for the last megacycle. If Ratchet had been here, he would have simply shoved her down. First Aid didn’t work like that.
“Don’t say that, it’s not easy being shoved into the middle of a war.” He reached back into her, cleaning the wires so he could replace them.
“Rhythm seems to be adjusting just fine. Pits and rust, you seem to fit in quite well. If it weren’t for Ratchet, I’d think this was a Cybertronian shelter. You’re so peace-able.”
He tilted her head toward her again. “It took some adjustment for me as well, though. I even had a bit of a handicap to adjust to.”
Purple optics looked at him, eager.
“I doubt you ever heard of the malfunction of the model T-20zs.” At the shake of her head he sighed. “The factory any model T-20z came from was sabotaged by a rival factory. The models came out defective.”
Her optics narrowed, he could almost hear her processor piece together that information. “What kind of defects?”
“Shorts mainly. Some were produced without any self-preservation protocols.”
She glanced at him, her doorwings twitching. “Doesn’t that usually lead to insanity if it’s not caught in time?”
“Yes, of course the rival factory had also bribed inspectors to pass those defects into normal society.” He finished replacing the missing wires and began to extract the damaged circuit boards.
She continued to watch him. “What about you?”
“They managed to install the protocols in time, but…” he trailed off in thought. “My programming had already cycled into not having optical relays.”
“You’re blind?” Doorwings and vocalizer pitch rose in surprise.
“Yes,” he paused, scorched paneling in one hand. “But my other sensors more than make up for the lack.”
“They let factory defects into the medical academy? Were they that desperate?”
He ignored the scorn in her tone. “They weren’t exactly aware of it.”
Purple optics flashed. “And Ratchet?”
“Blew a fuse.”
Hues shifted. “Are your sensor really that fine-tuned?”
“Yes,” he finished unscrewing the panel and threw it to the side. It would be melted down and reused later. “Ratchet put me through the hoop, testing me.”
She shifted again.
He paused again, new panel, half-way hinged. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“A little, but I figure Ratchet wouldn’t let you do this if you weren’t able.” He heard the low hum of optic coming back online. “Don’t tell Rhythm, she’ll fritz if she finds out.” Doorwings tapped the berth. “Who else knows?”
“You, the officers, some of the crew.”
“Your brothers?”
“Of course.”
Her fingers brushed his arm. “Thank you, then.”
He flashed his visor. “Ratchet was going to let Rhythm know, but I might ask him to put that off a little longer.” He resumed hinging the panel. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do anything. Shortly after my sparking they bonded me to the rest of the Protectobots. I didn’t tell them, but they found out the first time we formed Defensor. They knew I’d always wanted to be a medic and helped me pass the systems check. Then Ratchet took me on as an apprentice.” He ran deft fingers over the seam, making sure it all ran even. “It’s just a matter of finding your niche. When you’re taken off quarantine, you’ll be allowed further training. You’ll find your place.”
He helped her sit up.
Her doorwings shifted, and she tilted her head. “Thanks Aid. I appreciate it.”
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due for editing, but feel free to point out anything that jumps out at ya
Edit: Had to edit, I can't believe I did that. Thanks CP and sosogomi for pointing that out. *hugs!* cookies?
EditEdit: midnight has struck and i'm already 300 words behind. I get easily dis-
Oh! look at the kitty!
^^;;
First Aid tilted his head up. He reached into the femme’s leg. “Assisting Ratchet with Omega Supreme. Why?”
The red-orange dancer grimaced as the medic-in-training scraped against a sensitive circuit. “It’s nothing.”
“If it were nothing, you wouldn’t have said anything.” First Aid cut away, burnt wires, mumbling apologies as his patient winced.
“I’d just rather have her do this.”
The Protectobot paused, visor flashing. “Is there something wrong with the way I’m doing it?”
“What? No! That’s not what I meant.”
He leveled a glare at Hues, waiting expectantly for an answer. He picked up more than the healing art from his teacher.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times as her vocalizer buzzed with her hming and hawing. “Well, it’s just…” Her doorwings tensed as his engine grumbled at her.
“You don’t want me to help you?”
“Well, not really. Wait! That’s not what I meant!” Hues grabbed his arm, much to his amusement, her purple optics glowing with her apology. “I-I-”
First Aid took the femme’s hand in his own, stroking her reassuringly. “What?” He used his softest, most coaxing voice, trying to convince the dancer to tell him what the problem was.
“It’s just, well, I don’t want you wasting your time on me,” she mumbled, doorwings drooping below her shoulder.
“You’re not a waste of time,” he told her, tapping her chin up so he could look her in the optic.
“Well, yeah, actually I am.” She gestured at the hole in her leg. “I’m a waste of time and resources. I can’t believe I walked right into that.” She sagged on the gurney, finally lying down-something he’d been trying to get her to do for the last megacycle. If Ratchet had been here, he would have simply shoved her down. First Aid didn’t work like that.
“Don’t say that, it’s not easy being shoved into the middle of a war.” He reached back into her, cleaning the wires so he could replace them.
“Rhythm seems to be adjusting just fine. Pits and rust, you seem to fit in quite well. If it weren’t for Ratchet, I’d think this was a Cybertronian shelter. You’re so peace-able.”
He tilted her head toward her again. “It took some adjustment for me as well, though. I even had a bit of a handicap to adjust to.”
Purple optics looked at him, eager.
“I doubt you ever heard of the malfunction of the model T-20zs.” At the shake of her head he sighed. “The factory any model T-20z came from was sabotaged by a rival factory. The models came out defective.”
Her optics narrowed, he could almost hear her processor piece together that information. “What kind of defects?”
“Shorts mainly. Some were produced without any self-preservation protocols.”
She glanced at him, her doorwings twitching. “Doesn’t that usually lead to insanity if it’s not caught in time?”
“Yes, of course the rival factory had also bribed inspectors to pass those defects into normal society.” He finished replacing the missing wires and began to extract the damaged circuit boards.
She continued to watch him. “What about you?”
“They managed to install the protocols in time, but…” he trailed off in thought. “My programming had already cycled into not having optical relays.”
“You’re blind?” Doorwings and vocalizer pitch rose in surprise.
“Yes,” he paused, scorched paneling in one hand. “But my other sensors more than make up for the lack.”
“They let factory defects into the medical academy? Were they that desperate?”
He ignored the scorn in her tone. “They weren’t exactly aware of it.”
Purple optics flashed. “And Ratchet?”
“Blew a fuse.”
Hues shifted. “Are your sensor really that fine-tuned?”
“Yes,” he finished unscrewing the panel and threw it to the side. It would be melted down and reused later. “Ratchet put me through the hoop, testing me.”
She shifted again.
He paused again, new panel, half-way hinged. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”
“A little, but I figure Ratchet wouldn’t let you do this if you weren’t able.” He heard the low hum of optic coming back online. “Don’t tell Rhythm, she’ll fritz if she finds out.” Doorwings tapped the berth. “Who else knows?”
“You, the officers, some of the crew.”
“Your brothers?”
“Of course.”
Her fingers brushed his arm. “Thank you, then.”
He flashed his visor. “Ratchet was going to let Rhythm know, but I might ask him to put that off a little longer.” He resumed hinging the panel. “I didn’t think I’d be able to do anything. Shortly after my sparking they bonded me to the rest of the Protectobots. I didn’t tell them, but they found out the first time we formed Defensor. They knew I’d always wanted to be a medic and helped me pass the systems check. Then Ratchet took me on as an apprentice.” He ran deft fingers over the seam, making sure it all ran even. “It’s just a matter of finding your niche. When you’re taken off quarantine, you’ll be allowed further training. You’ll find your place.”
He helped her sit up.
Her doorwings shifted, and she tilted her head. “Thanks Aid. I appreciate it.”
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due for editing, but feel free to point out anything that jumps out at ya
Edit: Had to edit, I can't believe I did that. Thanks CP and sosogomi for pointing that out. *hugs!* cookies?
EditEdit: midnight has struck and i'm already 300 words behind. I get easily dis-
Oh! look at the kitty!
^^;;