In this story its already established that Wreck-Gar has been found by the Earth Autobot team. He's been a part of the team for awhile, and even wants to become a med bot like Ratchet! Also, its already set up that Wrecky and Ratchet have a relationship of sorts.

"GOOD MORNING RATCHEEEEEEET!" Wreck-Gar cried as he pounced onto the end of the med bot's berth. It was a ritual he did almost every morning, except when Ratchet remembered to lock his door. He had also found there wasn't really a point the times he woke up in the same berth with the doc bot.

Wreck-Gar's face showed confusion when he did not get a response from Ratchet. His optics took a moment to adjust to the dark room. He saw that Ratchet wasn't there. This wasn't uncommon either since the red and white bot was often in the med bay. He just smiled and did his best to creep to the bay. The junk bot quietly peeked into the bay knowing Ratchet preferred him quiet here if he was working on something.

The Junkion stepped in the doorway without caution as he saw Ratchet wasn't there either. He rubbed his chin in thought as he stood in the bay. He couldn't think of any other place Ratchet would be. He tried every thinking pose he had ever seen a human do on TV until he came up with an idea. If Ratchet went somewhere, he would of left a note!

Wreck-Gar went back to Ratchet's room and turned on the lights. Just as he had brilliantly deduced, a note lay on the medic's pillow. The old bot knew Wreck-Gar would come to his room first thing in the morning. Wreck-Gar sat down indian style in the middle of Ratchet's berth as he picked up the note. He read it out loud to himself. Wreck-Gar slightly imitated Ratchet's gruff voice as he did so.

"Wreck-Gar,

I decided to finally get around to making you an Autobot com so you can call us from anywhere. You deserve one. Then slagging Sumac said he couldn't get the parts for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! He says the parts needed are in some company warehouse in New York. I'll be headed out there. I should be back in fifteen hours. Its only HALF their Earth day. How in Primus does it take them TWO WEEKS?"

The dump truck paused from reading. The ink became smeared like Ratchet had hesitated on the next thing he wrote. Wreck-Gar held the note up high to catch the light of the ceiling. It helped see the scribbled phrase better.

"I love you,

Ratchet"

Wreck-Gar beamed a huge smile as he read that out loud. He then hugged the note against his chest. It was the first time Ratchet had ever put that phrase in writing. He then reached into his dumpster backpack and was able to easily find a scrapbook of sorts. Gar stuffed the note into it. It wasn't placed as neatly as it could of been done but the Junkion had little knowledge on how such a book worked. He just knew things he wanted to keep went in there. He tossed the scrapbook back in his pack and hopped off the berth.

The base was empty from any other bots except for Wreck-Gar. This wasn't unusual for the Junkion to experience. He had effectively became the 'lacthkey kid' of the base. They were either off with Sari or cleaning up the city after a Decepticon attack. He would have to call up Optimus from the computer to see if they needed help. He loved cleaning up. Being a dump truck was so helpful then!

Wreck-Gar was going to call them up right away, but then noticed how the big screen TV was free to use. Bee, Bulkhead, and Sari often monopolized the appliance. Ratchet on the other hand had no interest in watching it when it was free. This left Wreck-Gar very little time with the picture box.

"I am Wreck-Gar! I'll be a hero AFTER watching some cartoons!" the Junkion grinned and plopped on the couch and grabbed the remote. Ten minutes watching the TV wouldn't make the city any less cleaner. He'd make sure to work twice as hard once he got there. He fumbled with the controller a bit until he was able to switch the TV on. He flipped through a few stations trying to find something animated.

He stopped at something that was clearly animated. Just when the cartoon was getting good to Wreck-Gar it ended. It was a commercial that quickly cut back to news. Wreck-Gar fumbled to try to change the channel to look for more cartoons. He then stopped trying when he saw the images the TV was showing.

"This was the scene a few hours ago on highway 75," a voice over said as video showed heavily damaged ambulance on the side of the road, "Apparently the ambulance scrapped along the cement wall that divides the road. It then spun out of control and slammed into the light post on the opposite side. Luckily no one hit the out of control ambulance. Once paramedics came to the scene, they were shocked to find no one was in the wreck."

While the news voice was talking Wreck-Gar stared with optics wide at the damaged ambulance. It looked like Ratchet's vehicle mode. At least, what was left of it. One side of the ambulance was scraped bar down to showing exposed silver metal. The front was bent around the pole in a way that looked like it was literally split open. All the insides of the vehicle mode could be seen. There were more engine parts on the street than were in the casing of the ambulance.

"R-Ratchet?" Wreck-Gar said softly as he leaned in more to the TV screen. At that moment he heard the reporters line, 'they were shocked to find no one in the wreck.' The junk bot was able to figure that humans usually drove vehicles. Only Cybertronian's drove themselves. Wreck-Gar's spark felt suddenly heavy with dead weight. He dropped the remote at the feeling. Its fall to the ground caused the TV to click off. The junk bot quickly scrambled to pick up the controller to turn the television back on.

The news reel now showed the ambulance barely being towed away. Its rear scrapped on the grown as it was being pulled. Wreck-Gar too careful note of the green tow truck. On its side it read, 'Sam and Son's Towing and Junkyard.' The young bot quickly committed that to memory. He knew he could look up directions in the computer somehow.

"I am Wreck-Gar! I am a med bot hero! I will fix Ratchet!" his moments ago sad face now smiled. Ratchet was going to be fine, Gar would take good care of him! He then rushed to the computer to get the directions he needed.