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Oc x Ratchet
A/N; Hope you guys enjoy! I'm going to attempt yet another long fic. This takes place in the Prime universe during the war of Cybertron. If you are interested in learning more about my OC, Renova, you can see her on my DeviantArt page featured on my FanFiction profile.
Terminology You Might Not Know;
Solar cycle; Measurement of time equivalent to an Earth day.
Scrap; A slang term, moreover a Cybertronian curse word. (Shit)
Glossa; Cybertronian term for the tongue.
Frag; A slang term, moreover a Cybertronian curse word. (Fu**)
Primus; Cybertronian deity/personification of Cybertron itself.
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Ch. 1; Good to Hear
Frozen Point of The War
"Ratchet...you are alright. That is very good to see." Renova looked to the returning Medic with a timid smile, her optics swiveling to enhance her focus as the femme clasped her hand servos at her front.
"Indeed. I could say the same for you, Nova." He placed a heavy hand on her plated shoulder; giving a pathetic attempt at reassurance to his more than experienced student. The war was at a standstill, no word or action being executed by the Decepticons as they lie in wait for the first move. Even scouts came back with no valid word, visible or verbal as each returning Bot stood unscathed and silent...as if traumatized by the sheer sensation of a long forgotten peace. Optimus had advised them to take advantage of the time, using it to scour for leftover energon and seek for injured Autobots...even 'Cons that were left to rust in the depths of Cybertron.
They had nothing...the least they could use was the smallest bit of information.
"I am incapable of providing any help...the currently wounded are not placed within my line of expertise."
"Understandable. Then we must continue our research. It'll give everyone something to-"
"-Ratchet...I...have decided." That wary tone of hesitant interruption had already specified her answer. A sinking feeling of comprehension manifested in the other as he stared with wide optics at the femme. He had already known of her conflicting emotions within reference to the war...and recently she had been deciphering in which side she would take. It made the older Medic feel uneasy to know that she would even consider becoming a Decepticon...a femme who sought tranquility and aid. Someone who studied medicine and biology in order to help those who required it.
"And your choice?" He could feel his wiring tense out of anxiety, almost pain to listen to the final decision of her contradictions. She was free to choose, of course, and she'd already been given a valid offer as a Medic to the Decepticons long ago, before the violent aspects of the war had taken place. Yet, if she chose their side...it might tear him apart. Even worse; end with her undeserved exile or perhaps termination. It would be seen as an unforgettable treason...a stiff betrayal.
"I have decided to continue as neutral."
Neutral?
Her answer surprised him, causing the mech to look to the lightly colored femme with a stare of disbelief and minor suspicion. She was never one to remain neutral in any argument, much less a situation that called for a one-sided decision...she always had a certain point of view whether it be rational or not, a view of peace and agreement. Yet what had always impressed the Medic, even with her rather blatant tone and behavior, was her persistence and will towards a nonviolent lifestyle.
"W-...Wh-What? Do you realize that almost all of the neutral congregations have been offlined?" He took a heavy step forward; his optics narrowing as if he were reprimanding the baby blue femme for her life-changing decision. He pointed a stiff finger towards the blank wall, trying to gesture to those leftover Cybertronians who had chosen no side and were demolished on sight as if an Autobot. Decepticons might have showed their own enemies more sympathy than those who refused the battles entirely; seeing them as cowards for refusing to fight for their benefit and beliefs. Those without a cause or reason, or the Excess, were given no chance by either side in such drastic and senseless times. They had no insignia, and they were vulnerable.
"I understand that! I know! I am not a sparkling, Ratchet!"
"Then why are you going out there with no side?" He accentuated his pointed finger with malice, angry at the femme for her sudden purge of ignorance. He wouldn't allow her to choose suicide over his own grouping...as selfish as he seemed it was truly an act of care...of responsibility. He was her mentor. Her creator was offlined...and he assigned himself the burden of not only teaching her, but looking after the youth as well.
"Because I do not belong here! And neither do you. Come with me and Alia..."
"Alia-four is going as well?"
"As of now it appears so. Should it matter to you? You seem so caught up with Orion-"
"-Optimus."
"Whatever. That just proves my point. How do you even know 'Optimus' is battling for peace? He battled for equality among our race...and look how that turned out!"
"So you blame the last remaining Prime for Megatron's corruption and spite? Is that how shallow you truly are? Is it all some kind of humorless joke to you Renova?"
"You know me better than any Bot among us. I am not shallow, nor am I a joker. I am simply being realistic in consideration of our supposed leader." She crossed her arms stingily, becoming aggravated with her old friend and teacher. He wasn't giving her a fair choice...and he knew that.
"If you doubt him so much then maybe you should leave!"
"Why don't you just interface with the mech already? All you do is talk about yourfaith in Optimus, and the amazing Optimus, and the greatly intelligent Optimus! Take a look around you Ratchet! There are less than fifty of us who are not so drastically scattered...how can one single mech, Prime or not, fix all of this? We are beyond corruption; there is nothing substantial to live off of! Our home is dead and we can barely live and strive off of its remains! What other proof do you require?"
Renova choked on a dry sob; her hand tensed and extended towards the door of the darkened medical room as if showing him what he seemed to be missing. Her chestplate was heaving from the rambled speech she'd executed, and her optics were narrowed in what seemed to be a foul mixture of pity and misunderstanding. She wanted him to come with her...she wanted Ratchet to comprehend what reality was exposing to them...and yet his hopeful and stern sense of nature was getting in the way. It had always been a lovely side of the usually crass and strict mech...yet now, in the frozen point of a dreadful war, it was nothing but a hindrance. A nuisance to their relationship; to their completely opposite beliefs.
She strived for tranquility because, as a Medic, she brought it...and at one point she had so wrongly doubted its affect. There was a time where she'd encouraged violence to ensure equality...and had sided among Megatron's followers in hopes of obtaining an easy solution, but the femme had quickly found that there was no such thing for their already crumbling society. After the first strike of death and fear and pain...Renova realized she was dreadfully incorrect in her once strong-set belief.
The uprising group battling for justice and hope, the Autobots, had encouraged her of their positive intentions...and as Ratchet joined them she saw fit to follow. Yet now, even on the side of the supposed 'good guys', she found nothing but elimination and demand, something just as vile as the murder and thievery of their enemies. neutrality was becoming a much brighter and much more stable alternative each solar cycle, as if a calling.
"You've lost all hope, Nova."
"There was never any hope to begin with. Maybe if the original members of the High Council were online, but we cannot bring people back from the dead."
"We're Medics...that's our job description!" Ratchet's disbelief was obvious within the tone of his voice. He was just presented with a failed attempt to fully recover a fellow 'Bot...and in all honesty Renova wasn't helping the already distraught mood brought upon him.
"That is outrageous. When did you becomeoutrageous, Ratchet? You were never so-"
"-Where do you think you'll go?"
"What?" He seemed to calm down, the once livid emotions that burned in the pit of his transistors being dulled with the realization of his pupil's unavoidable leave. She wouldn't change her mind...that much was obvious. It was her nature to be so hard-helmed...and so ignorantly independent. "Well Roller implied-"
"-Wait. Roller? As in Toproller? You're trusting that scrap-head of a Bot to lead you into an unfamiliar neutrality?" The older began laughing, that thick sound she'd once found reassuring was now something that resembled sarcasm and caused aggravation. It proved to the femme that everything had indeed changed, everything was now foreign and rash...even her own mentor. "His knowledge is just overshadowed by his stupidity."
"You should be jealous. He is a brave mech with good intentions!"
"J-jealous? What's there to be jealous of?"
He watched as her optics roamed the dimly lit room as if looking for some witty reply.
"Hi-His...bravery is quite impressive."
"You already said that!" His tone was humorously accusing, yet still being firm and unwavering. Toproller was a young, insensitive, naive scout...a scout who could barely count much less lead a group. A handsome, silver mech with speed and will, too much determination, and a sense of bravery only in hopes of impressing the femmes and his superiors. In some odd form...Ratchet was jealous. Mildly.
"Do not test me, Ratchet!"
"Test you? If I was going to test you I'd give you a spark chamber and a laser-scalpel! You're no good as an Excess, Renova! You belong here, doing what you do best! For once just listen to me!"
"I would be perfect as an Excess. And you would be as well. I am disappointed to hear that you look at neutrals as if meager. We are sure to change your perspective."
"No, you're sure to make me worry more than I already do!"
"I do not understand what there is to worry about! I am no longer your student...I am a prodigy you were lucky enough to assist in teaching!" She bit her glossa. She hadn't meant that.
"Hmph. That's how you see it? Well I can't wait for you to experience life outside these headquarters. Don't expect any sympathy when you're crawling back for safety!" The Medic turned away from her; waving a dismissive hand over his shoulder as he attempted to blow off the younger's argument. She'd insulted him to a new found maximum...in fact the mech couldn't recall any argument that they'd shared where something so degrading and arrogant had left her lip components. But he would ignore the remark as if nothing...because she would realize the unnoticed idiocy behind her words. She usually did.
He shook his head patiently while his student's servos fisted tightly at her sides and she huffed crassly; for once sounding like the moody blue and silver femme she truly was rather than the calmly composed nurse she expressed herself to be.
"I would do no such thing." Her tone was backed by a harsh temperament he'd never seen Renova exhibit before. She was pressured into this by her own guilt...he could tell. Just by the intense glare that literally radiated from her optics he was able to see the fear that was hidden in the deepest areas of her wiring. She didn't really want to go through with this...Renova knew the dangers...she recognized the consequences. But why would she act with such an unstable and thoughtless plan?
That of course was not like her. She simply felt aloof...separated from everyone else because of her one mistake that many before her had made. At one point she trusted Megatron...she followed Megatron...she defended Megatron...and now she was an Autobot? Nova felt as if she didn't belong, and that was because no one treated her like the gifted Medic she was. They all watched her warily because of her well-known participation alongside the 'Cons...expecting some kind of traitorous action as if the femme were a spy. She was uncomfortable here...with them...with him. And she refused to encourage violence...so what better way to end her troubles than remaining with no side?
Ratchet remained silent.
"Why is this so hard for you to accept?"
He didn't move...he only pressed his optics closed in hopes that this was all some stupid phase she would quickly outgrow. Renova was still young...only several vorns out of the academy and into the war. He couldn't allow someone who had no clue as to what they were doing go out and make such a rushed and uncertain decision. Especially not her.
"Because you don't know what you're doing, Nova!"
"Do not insult-"
"It's the truth! Have you ever considered the fact that you're just defiant against anyone above you? All of your professors, Optimus, even me? Perhaps that's why they kicked you out of the academy just before the final semester!"
"...I did not need them. It does not matter...I am still online. They are not. A prodigy should not need any titles anyway. I still have my reputation. You can strip a warrior of his armor, but he is still a warrior."
"I pray to Primus that your arrogance doesn't get you offlined."
"My arrogance? What about your selfish demeanor?"
"Selfish? I care about you Renova!"
"Care? I do not need you, or that Prime, or anyone! I refuse to battle. I will not take a life over a simple disagreement!"
Ratchet just stared at her; optics wide and mouth slightly agape at her stupidity. She was drowning in a pool of denial and devastation. Falling apart in false hopes that this was all just a shitty dream. He shook his head...if he let her go...then she certainly wouldn't come back. Not online, anyway. Her peaceful standards were impossible to maintain within such a disgusting part of an everlasting war. She was so naive in thinking that something this large; something this grotesque and distorted could be cleaned up and fixed within little time.
Through her stubborn and yet serene morality Renova wouldn't kill a Bot...and in turn they would kill her. He wouldn't accept that. She was too...important.
"You're so smart. I don't understand." He laughed dryly at his own confusion; a perplexity that had been throbbing at the base of his processor since the beginning of their argument. Even after all these vorns of working side by side, teaching her, guiding her, taking care of and reassuring her...he still couldn't understand her. Perhaps she was just one of those bots...one of those beings that you couldn't make out or figure without questioning them until there was nothing left to answer.
But...he knew who she was.
He knew everything about her, all that she was, who she fought to be. He knew what she knew, what she loved, her personality, every opinion she'd ever voiced...who she respected and who she hated. Ratchet knew this tiny femme like a wrench...he even knew what parts she was composed of. He was fully aware of her uncertainty even if she swore on the spark of Primus that she'd made up her mind and set her priorities straight. She was afraid...terrified to a new extent. And she should be.
But...he still couldn't fragging understand her.
"Smart? I am a genius. You have always been proud of that..."
Large blue optics looked to the floor as she mentally sighed, her spark pounding from her mixed emotions and her internal cooling fans trying to turn on in response to her heated figure. She beckoned them not to. That little click that signaled they were active caused her faceplates to heat even more...the feeling of embarrassment familiar yet still degrading in the presence of her teacher. That's when she recognized her uncouth behavior. Renova would not fall victim to her own unsettled emotions of spite and rage...not anymore.
Guilt now dragged her down...those words she'd screamed being stupid and unnecessarily rash. Although the femme knew Ratchet would go unfazed by her measly comments and thoughtless opinions...she still felt terrible. Ratchet was both smart and wise, a combination only pulled together with time, experience, and patience that very few achieved. He was calm when the time called for it...and demanding when needed. A little moody, but still fully composed. She envied that aspect about him...how he was capable of being so collected during drastic or terrifying times. She was incapable of it and would panic when things hit rock bottom. He would simply work through it, as if something meager that anyone could easily progress through. Perhaps that was why he was the mentor and she was still his pupil. His only pupil.
He wasn't lucky to have her...she was lucky to have him.
"...I have always valued your opinion. Even now."
And that was what bothered her. That feeling that was once just a simple adoration and respect was slowly aching to become something larger. Like the first spark of a fire finally catching a reason to grow and expand. She had been acting stupid in their argument...as she usually did when they fought...and that enlightened those bugging aches within the pit of her transistors.
"I thought you didn't need me." He huffed a sarcastic laugh and leant against the wall; watching as she bit into her lower lip component and fought past her foul attitude. She'd seen his response as an attack...but it was only a defense...one that was desperately trying to get her to stay to ensure her safety. Renova had responded as if a sparkling, and he knew it all too well.
"You tell me often to watch my mouth. I believe that I should finally begin to take your advice." The blue femme managed a smile; her optics avoiding his as he again shook his head and sighed.
"It's about time." Ratchet chuckled; taking quick notice as she approached him with a distant expression, one that exposed the uncertain emotions he knew she battled internally.
So stubborn.
So naive.
Yet, mature...and beyond intelligent. There were cycles where he found the combination terrible, somewhat discouraging by her behavior. But most of the time he found the mix enlightening. Rather giddy in her hopes of learning and problem solving.
Even now that expression of guilt on her faceplate made up for her insufferable egotism. She was sorry...but she wouldn't voice her apology. Renova would simply change the subject as she usually did when proven wrong or feeling uneasy.
"That scout...Bumblebee. Were you able to successfully revive him?" Ratchet held back a heavy sigh; trying to avoid giving off a false message. Yes, he saved Bumblebee. No...he wasn't completely successful. Bee hadn't deserved to lose his vocal processor...especially not to Megatron. The entire situation made Ratchet uncomfortable; seeing a young Bot, only a few vorns older than Renova, lay in a tortured state that at first glance promised a slow demise. He couldn't have saved his voice...but he did save his life.
"Bumblebee will be fine."
Renova forced a solemn smile.
"That is good to hear."
~End Chapter One
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So chapter one is up, hopefully I'll have some followers who would enjoy to see our cranky Medic with some random oc. :D
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