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"Ratchet?"
The young scout looked at the medic with disbelief optics. The room was dark, his glowing optics and the light from outside illuminates the dark dim room that was the hardly-ever-used med-bay.
"Bumblebee! You're not suppose t-to be here."
The medic stammered a little and quickly tried to cover something he was working with.
"What's that? Is that J-"
"Bumblebee, You have no particular use here, so get out!"
He flinched at the harsh words the medic barked out, but he still tried to look who it was behind the yellow hummer.
"But Ratchet..."
"Out! And don't tell anyone about this or I'll break your vocalizer so bad, no one will know how to repair it."
With that threat, he backed out and closed the door. Primus knows how Ratchet can get harmful if you don't listen to him.
"I take that you saw him."
He jumped a little and looked at the black mech behind him.
"I was just curious of Ratchet, or maybe concerned. I don't see him much getting out from that room for energon."
It was the truth, he was worried about the medic. It's been weeks that he hasn't seen him getting out to get energon, or maybe even recharging.
"Yeah, he's been really obsessing on repairing Jazz's body. Even though we know that it'll be no use."
"Didn't Optimus orders him not do that?"
"Well, knowing Ratchet, he's a stubborn mech, and you and I know how he feels when he couldn't save someone..."
"... But if keeps doing that, won't he..."
"Nah, he goes out to get energon when everyone is busy. And he does recharge, right next to the body. He won't let Jazz's body out of his sight."
Ironhide let out an exasperated sigh and motion for Bumblebee to follow him outside.
"Then, why don't we tell Optimus about this?"
"You don't wanna know what Ratchet can do to you when he knows who ratted him out." Ironhide chuckled "Besides, I think he knows what's he's doing, he's just too stubborn to take a rest that he worries you too much."
Bumblebee's antennae flicked up and down. "How do you know he's doing something right?"
"He knows something Bee, I can tell that by the time I laid eyes on him when he looked Jazz." He said with a grunt.
"How can Ratchet know?" His antennae drooped down in suspicion.
"He doesn't." Bumblebee's doorwings drooped in confusion and disappointment. "He just comes up with a theory and starts his work with much confident, you couldn't tell if it's wrong or right." He said with a bit of humor in his voice.
"So you're saying that there's a chance Jazz will go back to life?" the yellow scout's doorwings and antennae flicked up in excitement.
Ironhide frowned a bit, making Bumblebee to lower his doorwings. 'Wishful thinking like this, always managed to get good soldiers down to depression...' Ironhide thought.
"Don't get your hopes up kiddo, it's just a possibility. Though I don't know how will Ratchet get him back to life."
His doorwings drooped lower upon hearing that. "But, doesn't it mean that he's taking special time to him because, well, now that the war is over..."
Ironhide stopped at his track.
"... Ironhide?"
"It's 5.03 a.m. You need to go back to Sam's house. He's going to college tomorrow with Mikaela, remember?"
"First day, right, see ya!"
Bumblebee ran out and immediately sped out of sight when he transformed and hit the ground below.
After Bumblebee was out, Ironhide turned around to find Ratchet locking the door to his med-bay with a security code.
"You know you should stop what you're doing. Prime'll get suspicious and you know what punishment he'll do to you when he finds out."
The medic spun around, surprise by the fact that someone was there and knew what he was doing. The look of surprise disappears as soon as he knew who it was. The medic took a few steps toward the weapon specialist and stopped a few meters (or inches, in human term) in front of him.
"I know 'Hide, I could get suspended for a couple of months on repairing the team and do long hours of patrol and reports. But I couldn't just let him be torn into half like that! He's second-in-command, he should be honored and respected. And he...he's..."
"-He's also like a son to you."
There was a moment of silence. Ratchet just stared at the ground, his expression was of sorrow, and he almost looked like he was ready to breakdown into tears. Ironhide close the distance between them and pulled the medic into his arms in a hug. Without thinking, Ratchet wrapped his arms around him too, pulling him tighter. Ironhide felt a little uncomfortable being this close to his best friend, but he didn't show it, knowing that the medic needs a little bit of comfort.
"It's funny, after a week from the battle, I promise myself I wouldn't cry anymore. But that seemed impossible, even if I have a temper that can beat yours." Ratchet whimpered the last word out.
The black mech just nodded, even when he's crying, he still have a bit of sarcasm. He patted Ratchet's back a few time. The medic finally loosens his grip on Ironhide and sobbed quietly on his friend's chest, he didn't realize he buried his head there.
After a few minutes, Ratchet released Ironhide and took a few steps back. He wiped his tears away and looked at the black mech.
"I'm sorry I have to weep at your chest." He started, sounding a bit bashful.
"Ah, no, it's alright. I know how tight you were with Jazz when he was a sparkling. It's hard to face the fact that he's dead..."
"... I won't let him go."
"What?"
"I won't stop repairing him. Try and stop me and I'll rebuild you into a toaster in your sleep." Ratchet said, half kidding, half serious.
"Then I won't, I'll just pretend that I never knew."
Ratchet gave a light punch on the arm.
"Your bad at pretending 'Hide, do you know that?" The medic said with a chuckle. "Thanks anyways."
"Hm? For what?"
"To be here for me."
"Uh, well, um, your... welcome." The weapon specialist said with embarrassment. Which made the medic giggle.
"Seriously 'Hide, thanks for everything."
"Can you name them?" Ironhide said with a smug look.
Ratchet face palmed and sighed. Even though Ironhide helped him a lot, he also owes him some debts for saving his ass a couple of times in battle. But he'll say it anyways.
"For helping me on my times of need," But he saves him too though.
"For saving me in some times," sometimes, he doesn't always save him.
"For comforting me," they both felt bashful about that statement.
"And, for not telling anyone about the work I'm doing."
"Tell anyone about what work?"
The two mech jolted when they heard a voice. And not just any voice, it's their leader's voice.
'We're screwed...' They both thought.
Yeah... flame me if you want. It's just my imagination that keeps me from writing
