(Fic) Partner (7/9)
Title: Partner (7/9)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, grouchy medics
Characters/pairing: Prowl, Ratchet, First Aid, Jazz, mentions of Optimus Prime and other characters
"Duct tape." Ratchet repeated to himself in disbelief as he continued to carefully strip away the gummy, gunky mess buried in Prowl's internals. As often as he had questioned human ingenuity and their inventions on occasion, he had to hand it to Prowl's human partner.
Between the metal thermos and the duct tape, as well as some quick improvised surgery, Prowl had lasted long enough for them to reach him in time.
The medic continued to grumble as he worked, and First Aid smiled contentedly from where he worked on the other side of Prowl. The griping and complaining was comforting after the silence for so long. It was good to have his mentor back from the Well. Good to no longer be responsible for all of the Autobots stationed here on Earth.
Half of the crew that had returned with Optimus were still adjusting to being back from the Well. First Aid knew that Ratchet was struggling more than he let on, blaming himself for those who had not come back, even though from the stories he had heard the old medic had no input on who had returned. But at least Ratchet had something to focus on. Like putting Prowl back together.
As much as Ratchet grumbled, except for all of the complications from his severed energon line Prowl was in remarkably good shape for having gone for three years without any contact with another Cybertonian.
A flicker in the corner of his optics and First Aid forced himself to ignore it. Ratchet had threatened to throw the mech out if he didn't plant himself in a corner and stay out of the way, and so far Jazz had been remarkably obedient. The younger medic had been confused initially, wondering what here might have attracted the mech. As social as he recalled Jazz being he figured the mech would have been catching up on everything he had missed over the last three years.
But as soon as he had found out where he was Jazz had refused to leave the same general area as Prowl, and First Aid had questioned Ratchet about it Ratchet had just grunted and continued working.
Ratchet rubbed at his optics, setting aside the last of his tools. He had done all he could for Prowl. All the damaged parts had been replaced. It would be up to the mechs own self repair systems to finish calibrating everything so that it ran like it should. That alone would take a minimum of several orns. But at the moment he had something else he needed to address. "You."
Jazz looked at him, visor glowing to full brightness. "Three cubes of energon, and you can stay the night provided you call me if he wakes, and don’t bother him."
Jazz didn't protest, fetching the required energon without a complaint or a word of cheek. He handed one to First Aid and one to Ratchet, then looked at the third one.
"For you, half bit. Now- he is stable. He is healing. Do not stress him."
Jazz waited until both of the medics had left before pulling up a chair beside Prowl's berth and working his way through the energon Ratchet had ordered him to fetch for himself.
Ratchet always seemed to know them a little better than they knew themselves. His optics traveled slowly over the frame of the mech he loved. Ratchet had been far too concerned with the critical damage to spare a thought for the cosmetic. Forget paint- wires, cables and lines lay exposed where armor was missing and protoform had been stripped away.
Unable to help himself Jazz reached out, running fingertips lightly over a section of still solid protoform. "Missed ya Prowler. It wasn' right, bein' over there without ya, bond or no. It's nice over there, but not without ya. Not alla' us came back, ya know. I guess Primus let Optimus do some of the choosin'. 'Cept for me. Primus said something special 'bout sendin' me back, Optimus said. Dunno why."
He fell silent, still stroking the protoform. Sighing at the lack of response he settled for speaking some more. "I'll have ta comm Blue later. He missed ya while ya were gone-."
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst, grouchy medics
Characters/pairing: Prowl, Ratchet, First Aid, Jazz, mentions of Optimus Prime and other characters
"Duct tape." Ratchet repeated to himself in disbelief as he continued to carefully strip away the gummy, gunky mess buried in Prowl's internals. As often as he had questioned human ingenuity and their inventions on occasion, he had to hand it to Prowl's human partner.
Between the metal thermos and the duct tape, as well as some quick improvised surgery, Prowl had lasted long enough for them to reach him in time.
The medic continued to grumble as he worked, and First Aid smiled contentedly from where he worked on the other side of Prowl. The griping and complaining was comforting after the silence for so long. It was good to have his mentor back from the Well. Good to no longer be responsible for all of the Autobots stationed here on Earth.
Half of the crew that had returned with Optimus were still adjusting to being back from the Well. First Aid knew that Ratchet was struggling more than he let on, blaming himself for those who had not come back, even though from the stories he had heard the old medic had no input on who had returned. But at least Ratchet had something to focus on. Like putting Prowl back together.
As much as Ratchet grumbled, except for all of the complications from his severed energon line Prowl was in remarkably good shape for having gone for three years without any contact with another Cybertonian.
A flicker in the corner of his optics and First Aid forced himself to ignore it. Ratchet had threatened to throw the mech out if he didn't plant himself in a corner and stay out of the way, and so far Jazz had been remarkably obedient. The younger medic had been confused initially, wondering what here might have attracted the mech. As social as he recalled Jazz being he figured the mech would have been catching up on everything he had missed over the last three years.
But as soon as he had found out where he was Jazz had refused to leave the same general area as Prowl, and First Aid had questioned Ratchet about it Ratchet had just grunted and continued working.
Ratchet rubbed at his optics, setting aside the last of his tools. He had done all he could for Prowl. All the damaged parts had been replaced. It would be up to the mechs own self repair systems to finish calibrating everything so that it ran like it should. That alone would take a minimum of several orns. But at the moment he had something else he needed to address. "You."
Jazz looked at him, visor glowing to full brightness. "Three cubes of energon, and you can stay the night provided you call me if he wakes, and don’t bother him."
Jazz didn't protest, fetching the required energon without a complaint or a word of cheek. He handed one to First Aid and one to Ratchet, then looked at the third one.
"For you, half bit. Now- he is stable. He is healing. Do not stress him."
Jazz waited until both of the medics had left before pulling up a chair beside Prowl's berth and working his way through the energon Ratchet had ordered him to fetch for himself.
Ratchet always seemed to know them a little better than they knew themselves. His optics traveled slowly over the frame of the mech he loved. Ratchet had been far too concerned with the critical damage to spare a thought for the cosmetic. Forget paint- wires, cables and lines lay exposed where armor was missing and protoform had been stripped away.
Unable to help himself Jazz reached out, running fingertips lightly over a section of still solid protoform. "Missed ya Prowler. It wasn' right, bein' over there without ya, bond or no. It's nice over there, but not without ya. Not alla' us came back, ya know. I guess Primus let Optimus do some of the choosin'. 'Cept for me. Primus said something special 'bout sendin' me back, Optimus said. Dunno why."
He fell silent, still stroking the protoform. Sighing at the lack of response he settled for speaking some more. "I'll have ta comm Blue later. He missed ya while ya were gone-."