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writetomyheart2019-07-29 11:40 pm
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[Team Two] 2 Hands x3
Turning this around quickly before I go away. My first time writing actual Transformers!
Warnings for torture/serious injuries/PTSD.
"Sarcastic, sarcastic, sarcastic," Pharma drawled. "I think it's a little late for sarcasm, Ratchet. Don't you? Or did you think your sarcasm would save you?"
"You won't win this time," Ratchet panted, straining against his bonds.
"No? Then what do you propose, another contest?"
"No! Please--"
"Oh, don't worry, we won't involve any of your precious friends this time. Just you, and me. May the best surgeon win."
"What's the contest?" Ratchet demanded.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? I would have expected more from you, Ratchet." Pharma's laughter echoed off of the steel walls of the closed room. "It's you! You're the contest! What was it you said? Oh right, 'it's an easy fix.' So tell me, does it still feel so easy now? Does it, Ratchet?"
The buzz of Pharma's chainsaw grew deafening as it inched closer and closer. Another fraction and the teeth would find purchase, tearing through his casing in a spray of energon.
"Ratchet! Ratchet! Hold still!"
Ratchet blinked slowly, looking at the blurry face beside him. "Megatron? What..."
"You were ambushed returning to the Lost Light. I went out looking when you didn't come back. You're lucky I did too; another hour and you'd be dead."
"How bad?" Ratchet asked. He tried to get a better view, but Megatron pushed him back down.
"Bad enough. Just missed your spark, and you're lucky you didn't do more damage with all your thrashing around. Now hold still and let me finish. I may not have your hands, but they were the ones that trained me."
Ratchet swallowed a bitter laugh. "Who?"
"No idea. They were long gone by the time I arrived. Braintorm's heading a team to track them now. Did you see them? You were unconscious when I found you. Then you started yelling."
The cold, steel room flashed back into Ratchet's mind. Cold steel, cold laughter, the high-pitched whine of a blade that couldn't quite drown out the screams, and spilled energon pooling around him. "No. Just an old memory."
"It's okay, Ratchet. I've got you now. I'm not letting go."
"I know, Megatron." And because it was true, he let his eyes drift closed.
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Warnings for torture/serious injuries/PTSD.
"Sarcastic, sarcastic, sarcastic," Pharma drawled. "I think it's a little late for sarcasm, Ratchet. Don't you? Or did you think your sarcasm would save you?"
"You won't win this time," Ratchet panted, straining against his bonds.
"No? Then what do you propose, another contest?"
"No! Please--"
"Oh, don't worry, we won't involve any of your precious friends this time. Just you, and me. May the best surgeon win."
"What's the contest?" Ratchet demanded.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? I would have expected more from you, Ratchet." Pharma's laughter echoed off of the steel walls of the closed room. "It's you! You're the contest! What was it you said? Oh right, 'it's an easy fix.' So tell me, does it still feel so easy now? Does it, Ratchet?"
The buzz of Pharma's chainsaw grew deafening as it inched closer and closer. Another fraction and the teeth would find purchase, tearing through his casing in a spray of energon.
"Ratchet! Ratchet! Hold still!"
Ratchet blinked slowly, looking at the blurry face beside him. "Megatron? What..."
"You were ambushed returning to the Lost Light. I went out looking when you didn't come back. You're lucky I did too; another hour and you'd be dead."
"How bad?" Ratchet asked. He tried to get a better view, but Megatron pushed him back down.
"Bad enough. Just missed your spark, and you're lucky you didn't do more damage with all your thrashing around. Now hold still and let me finish. I may not have your hands, but they were the ones that trained me."
Ratchet swallowed a bitter laugh. "Who?"
"No idea. They were long gone by the time I arrived. Braintorm's heading a team to track them now. Did you see them? You were unconscious when I found you. Then you started yelling."
The cold, steel room flashed back into Ratchet's mind. Cold steel, cold laughter, the high-pitched whine of a blade that couldn't quite drown out the screams, and spilled energon pooling around him. "No. Just an old memory."
"It's okay, Ratchet. I've got you now. I'm not letting go."
"I know, Megatron." And because it was true, he let his eyes drift closed.
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