TF: Confusion
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Megatron/Ratchet
Summary: Ratchet wakes up, and has absolutely no idea on Cybertron where he is.
Warnings: I hesitate to use the phrase ‘mind-fuck’, but yeah…
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_speedwriting Wednesday 29th September, prompt 1 - choose a prompt from the Master List. The prompt I chose was from 2nd June - To wake up without knowing where you are wasn’t a good omen.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 1
Time: 50 minutes (with interruptions). And ten minutes to think of a title!
It was a groan that signalled his returning consciousness. Slowly, his systems powered up and he was able to take stock of his surroundings.
Which were… nice.
Puzzled, Ratchet sat up carefully. The last thing he remembered was being in his clinic. And then noise, furious noise as Seekers soared overhead and bombs were dropped. Gunfire everywhere. He’d been aghast, shocked that the Decepticons would attack this little neutral settlement, yet he’d done his best to help; darting out to try and pull injured mechs to safety. And the only safety he knew was his clinic.
Except when the cluster bomb hit, it turned out to not be quite so safe after all. Automatically throwing himself over a patient to protect them, he’d ended up with vents full of dust as the ceiling collapsed around them. His last conscious thought had been how ironic it would be to die in his own clinic. And then everything went black as his systems went into stasis.
To say he was surprised to wake up was putting it mildly. He was surprised that he hadn’t sustained more damage. Or rather, the fact that the damage he had sustained (because he must have been injured!) had been repaired. Even more surprising were the surroundings. From what gossip and rumors he’d heard; Decepticons didn’t take prisoners. Or if they did, they were tortured for information before being deactivated. The room certainly didn’t look like a torture chamber. In fact, it looked more like someone’s personal quarters. A very important someone’s personal quarters judging by the furnishings he could see. He’d woken up on the berth in the middle of the room. Pushing the thermal blanket covering him to one side, he stood up slowly, wary of any lingering damage and looked around. To one side, he could see a large collection of datapads on a shelf. The other side was a desk with a workstation.
He tried the door first, but to no avail. It had been locked, and he certainly didn’t have the skills to try and hack the lock. He’d barely made it to the window to see exactly where he was when he heard the sound of the door unlocking. Ratchet froze, not wanting to turn around, but at the same time, wanting to turn around to see who was there, to see whose room he was being held in. The conflicting arguments sent him to the ground as his legs tried to do both.
“Well at least you are mostly recovered from your injuries.” The smooth voice of the leader of the Decepticons filtered through his audios. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t think of anything to say. All it got him was a small smile as Megatron crossed the room to help him stand up. Shocked, Ratchet didn’t protest, letting himself be helped to the berth where Megatron made him sit down.
“Are you all right Ratchet?” Surprised that Megatron knew his name, Ratchet opened his mouth again, but all he could make was a small, embarrassing squeak.
“It’s all right.” Megatron soothed (and a small part of Ratchet marvelled at that, even though he didn’t know why), cupping his cheek in one large grey hand. “They said that your vocaliser might be the last to come back online. There was a lot of internal damage from the debris.”
“But…” Ratchet finally managed to croak.
“You… you don’t remember anything do you?”
“I remember being in my clinic.”
“Ratchet… that was years ago.” The disappointment was clear on Megatron’s face. “That was how we met. We rescued you after the Autobots bombed the town.”
“Autobots?”
“Our sworn enemy. They desire to take over Cybertron by any means necessary.”
“But…” Ratchet was confused, and Megatron could obviously sense that, as he pulled away slowly.
“Hush. You must rest now. You’ve had a traumatic experience and nothing will make much sense at the moment.” He helped Ratchet to lie down once more, tenderly covering him with the thermal blanket.
“Recharge, I will be here when you wake up.”