HEYOOOO-what is up my fellow organics? This was also originally an oc story but its time i throw your ass in their place for the true experience.
Your guardians are split between Bumblebee and Ratchet. Bumblebee swoops by to pick you up and drive you home while you yeet on over to spend quality time with the wonderful grumpy medic. He took a liking to you uwu so this story is based on the relationship between you two.
(nothing sexual)
(why?)
(because your ass is asexual in this story you egg)
(also ratchet isn't interested in you romantically)
(literally just friendship/family bonds)
wARNING: i stayed up too late and my sleep deprived ass made a complete U turn on the whole disappointment scene.
THIS INVOLVES: panic attacks, basically a loved one yelling at you, avoidance of your consequences, consequences whooping your ass, and major hurt/comfort
"Miko? [Y/N]? Are you alright?" Arcee asks after rushing over to you- who looked completely drained from earlier events. Miko was about to speak before the wrecker answers for her.
"Psh, Kid's a pro." He said, talking highly of the teenage emo. He was proud of what she had done-although you kept asking if his arm was okay since Wheeljack kept clutching it every so often. He'd have to keep assuring you that he was fine while Miko took a power nap from the loss of sleep she had from earlier.
"I see where [Y/N] gets his attitude from." He attempted a smirk, glancing over to the medical officer who only scoffed at the comment.
"I wasnt talking to you." Arcee snapped with a glare, rising to her pedes(feet) with her hands on her hips.
You glanced up at her angry form.
The two wheeler was being such a mom, if only you could make a joke out of it- but you were so exhausted that you let out a sigh instead while Miko tried to defend Wheeljack of how the current situation looked. "It want his fault!" Miko argued, catching the blue femme by surprise. Yet, there was the expression of disappointment from the face plates of Arcee and Optimus. Ratchet was too busy checking the vitals of Miko's partner, Bulkhead, but you could tell he was slightly annoyed.
"I made a bargain with him." Miko started, explaining what had happened. "[Y/N] just came along for help."
Now the medical officer was looking at you.
You hung your head in response, staring at the cement floor. Guilt began to flood through your mind. You just couldn't bring yourself to look the red and white mech in the optics.
"Both of them saved me. [Y/N] made sure I was alright while Miko held support by firing a few missiles at the cons." Wheeljack stated loudly, noticing the medic's disbelief of you riding along. You had told the wrecker how you and the doc would have late night talks due to your sleep being all out of wack.
Insomnia was a bitch.
As Miko and Wheeljack headed over towards the direction of the unconscious green mech for more discussions about what had happened, You had decided to hide behind Arcee. You clearly weren't in the mood to own up to what you had done just yet.
Huffing, you leaned lightly against the back of a blue and rose gold metal leg. This caused the two wheeler to tear her attention from Wheeljack's lecture from the Prime and glance down at your form after feeling a small amount of mass press against the back of her left lower leg. Scanning you silently with her optics, it seemed that your heart rate had already risen, almost too much for the average human. It was borderline panic attack mode for you.
And it was.
You began to feel your stomach tighten as you shyly peek out from behind the femme.
Arcee quickly glanced over to where you were staring, seeing Ratchet glare at the wrecker, Wheeljack. She knew how much of a bond the medic and you had together, so she turned her attention back to your shyness, turning to kneel beside you.
"Hey, it's going to be alright, [Y/N]." She tried to reassure you. Her voice had softened to a gentler tone.
You looked up to the femme with a nervous expression. "I didn't mean to leave for such a long time." You say quietly. "I wanted to make sure Miko and Jackie were safe.."
You then fell silent before asking shyly. "Is he mad at me?"
Arcee gave a warm smile. "Right now, yes. But I'm sure he'll get over it. He's not one to hold silly grudges." She then stood up as soon as the lecture ended, Wheeljack driving off past you two.
Watching the wrecker drive off, you looked over to see the emo who was sat up atop of Bulkheads chassis. Her legs were drawn up to her chest as she gave a few sniffles before giving a full on cry into her knees. You weren't really one to express feelings so freely like the Japanese girl, but shared the same emotion within as you grimly stood where you were in the entrance of the base.
After Miko had calmed down, the base slowly went back to normal protocol, focusing more on Bulkhead and obtaining relics.
You had managed to slip out of sight and wander down the halls, spending more time with Bumblebee. Though you may not understand the yellow mech, you just wanted a distraction at this point.
You didn't want to face the doctor.
Walking down a hall, you began to talk to the scout who answered in beeps. It was more of a one sided conversation and you kept apologizing for not understanding his bleeps and it got to the point where the yellow bot used his radio to answer. It worked better than chirps of beeps and boops.
There was talk about obtaining the relics and talk about evil decepticons.
Soon enough, a familiar blue femme came into the pack, specifically for you.
"[Y/N]," Arcee stopped you two from the walk.
"Yeah?"
"Ratchet wants to speak with you."
"Oh." Feeling your stomach area tighten once again, your eyes darted up to Bumblebee. The scout gives a nod before walking off, saying something about looking for a certain data pad through his radio.
Arcee then looks down at you, reading your vitals bump up from the name of the medic. She then offers to accompany you.
"N-No, i think ill be fine.." Taking in a deep breath, you turn on your heel and head towards the med bay.
Sure enough, the red and white medic stood at a table, tinkering with an energon crystal extractor. It was a small tool that was used for sampling energon of any sort..or something like that. You never really payed attention to every exact instrument the autobots held within the base.
Hearing the your footsteps, Ratchet recognizes you. "I see that you've been avoiding me, [Y/N]." He says slowly, not bothering to look over at your figure.
You weren't even sure how he knew it was you, although it did make sense that you were currently the only human in the base. Miko was driven back home to wallow in her sorrows over Bulkhead. After all, the medic DID send Arcee after you specifically. You slowly made your way closer to where Ratchet stood after being motioned to come closer.
Seeing the autobot was focused on switching out gears from the tool, you shift uncomfortably, waiting for the medic to speak again.
"Where have you been?"
"With Bee talking about.. relics." you responded carefully.
The medic gave you a glance before returning to what he was doing. "I see." Ratchet says halfheartedly, reaching for a smaller tool to use on the energon sampler.
Hearing that lifeless tone, you then inhaled sharply before cutting to the chase.
You knew why he was summoned here. The timid silence wasn't doing any good for you anyways.
You might as well get it over with.
"I didn't mean to leave like that." You apologized.
This caused the medic to pause his work and reward you with a stern yet disappointed expression.
"You knew better than to pull a stunt like that."
"I wanted to make sure Miko was okay."
"'Okay'? We all go through a form of grief. What you three did was unacceptable."
"I-" You tried to explain what you said, but was cut off by the red and white mech.
"You had the ability to stop Miko from doing what happened. Now Megatron will most likely target both of you for that, what were you thinking? That you can fight a metallic being that was multiple times your size and not get a scratch? I mean seriously, Fern." Ratchet expresses his disappointment, trying not to lose his temper.
What you did had genuinely caused the medical officer worry and stress.
Glaring at what he was fixing, Ratchet continued. "I cant believe you'd do such a thing. Yes, Miko can pull cords to get her ways but I'd never expect you to do the same."
"She needed help," you bud in, your heart beginning to race a bit from the daring move that you just made.
Holy ass, you basically just challenged this robot to a duel of arguments.
Ratchet's optics went to you in a slight glare, but you bet your ass that you weren't going to let this mech talk fowly of one of your friends. "I tagged along and made sure they were okay," You said, beginning to explain when Miko fired the missile at the insecticon and how you were trying to make sure Wheeljack was functional. "I was there to help Jackie with-"
"With what? His wounds?" Ratchet begins to argue, his voice raising as he makes his point. "Do you have any knowledge on how to even treat a cybertronian wound? You cant! Energon is poisonous to your kind and it would infect you if you touched it!" He hears a breath hitch from your throat.
"Do you know how worried I was when I discovered you missing? Of course not, you were too busy putting your life at risk!" Ratchet snaps, scowling as he averted his attention back to fixing the stupid fraggin sampler! Bulkhead will never be allowed into the med bay if he kept doing this!
Letting his anger steam out, he slammed the current tool he was using onto the tray.
Closing his optics the medic huffed out of stress. Team prime was down a bot and his human partner went and almost lost his life in a ridiculous revenge from the wrecker Wheeljack.
His audio receptors suddenly perked up slightly, picking up the sounds of what seemed to be heavy breathing.
Looking over, the medics hard expression suddenly shifted to pure concern.
It was you.
And you were on the ground, curled up. Your back rising up and down faster than what it should be.
Setting the equipment down, Ratchet swiftly turns around and gets on one knee, kneeling beside your curled up form that laid on the ground.
"Fern?"
You couldn't even hear him. Your eyes clouded up with darkness and haze, lost in your ways of trying not to die from the many breaths you took.
Running a short scan, the medic could tell that you had seemed to be in a state of panic. Ratchet goes to scoop you up in his servos, feeling your form stiffen by his moves.
"[Y/N]," Ratchet repeats your name, getting no response.
For the first time, the medic didn't know what to do. He wasn't educated that well to handle humans that went into panic attacks like this. Although he knew one thing, that something was restricting the breathing from properly flowing. As the ambulance recalled, you had showed him about this fabric you wear to flatten the flesh on your chest area.
Ratchet grabs at a nearby scalpel, the tool was used for cutting smaller objects, perfect for this situation. Swiftly, the autobot prods the tip of the small blade beneath your shirt before swiping it carefully yet quickly upwards.
Both the binder and the shirt tears from your skin, causing you to start coughing and gagging for air. It felt like your lungs had grown and blessed you with wonderful oxygen.
"h-hhnngh!" You breathe in and out, unsure of what to grab since you were being held by the larger mech. So you balls your fists before wrapping arms around yourself, trying to cover up the front of you with the torn up shirt and binder.
Your guardian holds you close, murmuring gentle words before using a digit as an attempt to rub at your back.
It was a cybertronian technique used to calm sparklings and seekers.
It was helping.
After repeating on how to breath in and out to the boy, you begin to slow down your intake into steady breaths. Your blurred vision began to clear up more as you continued to do what Ratchet said on breathing.
"Slow and steady, [Y/N]." Ratchet says in a gentler tone, his optics focused on your form in his servos.
The anger from earlier had long since vanished.
After you had calmed down, the medic continued to hold you, running another few scans.
"Spark rate returning to normal." Ratchet announced with a small sigh of relief. "Although your energy levels are quite low."
It was true. As you were calming down from trying to breath, you just felt so exhausted and slow.
A light blush crept over your somewhat pale features-due to being drained of energy. "I-I'm sorry.." You then breathe out, leaning into the medic's digit that continued to massage your back. It wasn't the best massage, but due to size, it was the best the autobot could do and you understood that.
"I believe I may have lost my temper with you." Ratchet admits. "I never meant to cause this upon you."
You sit in silence in the medic's servo. Honestly caring less for dysphoria, you just really wanted a nap after what had happened.
While Ratchet explains why he had lost his temper, your tired ass suddenly asks if you can sit on the medic's shoulder plates. Nodding with permission, your guardian brought you up to his shoulder where you climbed onto, making yourself comfortable in a laying position.
You then stretched, letting your legs dangle off before curling up in an attempted ball on the autobot's shoulder.
After a while, Ratchet had a sleeping human on his shoulder while he worked.
He silently cursed to himself.
He shouldn't have yelled like that.
Especially to his human partner. you were supposed to be protected, not harmed in any way, and the medical officer feels that he has harmed you by what he's done. A pain of guilt overcoming him, but was short lived when you moved slightly in your slumber.
Ratchet sight to himself, continuing to work in content while you were sound asleep, half naked, on his shoulder.
yes, you are dead asleep on your fav bots shoulder.
Does he care? nah : 3
Typos here and there but yeah! i enjoyed writing part of this and then it just got late and then i grew tired but desperately wanted to finish this and just butchered it completely at the ending.
rIP.
Oh well, life is life ƪ(˘⌣˘)┐