The hanger was dark when Ratchet entered it looking for Venatrix the soft sound of a wrench turning was all that could be herd. "Is everything all right Venatrix you left the main hanger in a hurry; and then no one could find you afterword's."

"Do you know why humans cry when they are sad Ratchet?" asked Venatrix in a soft voice not taking her optics off the thing she was working on.

"They cry because it is how they expel grief just like how we click and chirp like sparklings when we are sad."

"True but if you were to ask a naturist they would tell you that we cry do to a deep set instinct, when we are young we have very little communication skills so we are loud to get attention to tell them we need something. Its how we have done it over hundreds of years and worked well so now it's instinct to do that. When someone dies we revert down to our first instinct to cry to get their attention. It the same for when they cry out in pain we need a way to tell them there is a problem. When someone we love dies we cry, scream, fight and do everything in our power to get your attention."

"As fascinating as all that sounds what does this have to do with your wellbeing?"

Venatrix finally looks at Ratchet he is shocked to see the strong femms human forms face streaked with tears. "You remember a month ago when my grandpa broke his leg and had surgery on it and we didn't take he to you because he didn't trust you enough to allow you an examination let alone a treatment on him. I got a call from my mom He is dead died in front of my grandma while eating lunch today."

"Venatrix I'm sorry I didn't know."

"It alright it's not something you need to worry about you didn't know him at all so why should you care about it." Venatrix's voice cracked as the tears that she had been holding back started to flow freely down her face.

Ratchet frowned at this and hugged Venatrix close to him "I care because you are hurting, tell me what you need Ven let it all out."

Venatrix sobs into Ratchets armor "It's not fair he was getting better I just saw him last Thursday and he was fine, why him, he was supposed to get better and take care of grandma not die." Venatrix hit Ratchets chasy in a fit of frustration "you would have liked my grandpa Ratchet he was a soldier, mechanic and a hard worker." She broke and finally she was not the Allspark not holding back her pain but she was a granddaughter morning her grandfather, her sobs became something else as she moaned and screamed as a wounded animal crying for release of the pain.

"Shh it will be alright Ven you just wait and see you and your family will survive this and be stronger in the end just let it all out." He rubbed her back in slow circles offering her comfort that she desperately needed. Ratchet and Venatrix stayed that way for a while Venatrix easing the pain in her heart and Venatrix offered what she needed. Once she was done Ratchet asked her "what were you working on when I found you?"

"I was working on my Grandpa's 64' Triumph bike I am going to make it into a combat medic to honor my grandpa for he was a combat medic in the army during peace time, his name will be Ray."

"I think that he would love that you are making this for him." Ratchet kissed the top of Venatrix's head "I'll leave you to your work will you be alright now?"

"Yes" Ratchet turned to leave thinking that was all the response he was going to get "Ratchet; thank you."

Ratchet turns around and smiles "Its fine besides us Nest mothers have to stick together or nothing would get done around here."

Venatrix smiles sadly "to true Ratchet to true."

In memory of Ray Williams die September 24, 2011 may you rest in peace Grandpa and may haven have motorcycles for you to ride.