A/N: This started out as a plot bunny in my head until it became so huge from the carrots. Not really the best kind of holiday story but I thought it would be interesting if you put Shattered Glass Ratchet and Hook together and threw in some Holiday cheer. Its slightly disturbing but I could kinda picture Shattered Glass Ratchet doing something like this. If it looks like the characters are off, that is because I don't really know that much about SG but I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you guys think!
Fandom: Transformers
Universe: G1 AU Shattered Glass
Characters: Ratchet and Hook
Warning: Mentions of gore, corpses, misuse of human allies, and insane Ratchet
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, they belong to Hasbro and Takara.
Hook could only make out fuzzy outlines as his optics turned on.
The last thing he remembered before falling stasis was his patient dying on him on the battlefield. He couldn't recall the patient's designation but he did recall the model type. A triple-changer if he remembered right. For all he knew, the triple-changer could have been Blitzwing or Astrotrain, not that it mattered anymore. All that mattered was that he had lost another patient in battle. Those blasted Autobots had sent a concussion grenade so close to his makeshift workstation that the shrapnel had gotten into the armor plating his patient and severed several energon lines. His patient bled to death while he could do nothing with the inadequate tools he had had at the time. As much as he considered himself the best medic in the Decepticon army, the deaths of his patients always weighed him down behind closed doors. The same could not be said about the insane, chopshop butcher of medic Ratchet. The name alone sent shivers done the Decepticon's back struts.
As Hook's optics adjusted to the dull lighting, the shapes and colors grew clearer. He gave the room a good long sweep; a vast array of dilapidated medical devices, machines and berths were prominent. On the thick steel walls, various parts of mechs and femmes were welded to them from some sort of blowtorch. Dried energon and other fluids stained the floors and walls. Hook had found himself in Cybertron's most feared slaughterhouse.
Hook immediately began to panic from the implications. He tried to get up from the berth but he found himself strapped to it like a mental patient in a mad house.
His ember hopped in its chamber as he began to hyperventilate. Hook feared that he would lose his cool even before that butcher got his claws on him. Maybe that might end up being a good thing if his processor was fried. At least he wouldn't be aware of what was happening.
A door opened on his right side and in walked the most feared medic from the Autobot army. As if in cruel irony, a strange red hat with a white ball at the tip sat on top of his head. A maniacal smirk rested on his lip plates and his red optics glimmered gleefully. He stared at Hook for moment, possibly assessing how frightened the Decepticon. Hook refused to let the butcher see him break down, he was better than that.
Ratchet chuckled,"It's been awhile hasn't it, Hook?"
"I'd prefer it to be longer."
"Oh come now, where's your holiday spirit?"
"Holiday spirit?"
"You don't know? It's an idea that we stole from the humans before they, well, before most of them became the rugs that decorate Optrionix's quarters." Ratchet paused for moment, placing his finger on his chin in mock thought.
"Disgusting."
"Well now that we've gone reacquainted, let's celebrate with a little holiday cheer. Happy Holidays Hook!" Ratchet exclaimed as his servo changed into a circular saw.