Author's Note: Thanks to I am Blueberry for reviewing the last chapter. Enjoy and I own nothing but my OC(s)
Lightning Strikes Twice-Shock
They say bad things happen for a reason but no wise words gonna stop the bleeding. Cause she moved on while I'm still grieving. And when a heart breaks no it don't break even.-Breakeven, The Script
Ratchet stared in shock when Optimus came in with a black mech missing a piece of shoulder armor in his med bay. "Ironhide?" Ratchet asked, stunned. He hadn't seen Ironhide since the black mech had joined the Decepticons rather than joining the Autobots as Ratchet and Optimus had. The black mech didn't respond and there was overwhelming sorrow in his pained optics as Optimus guided him onto an examining table. "What happened?" Ratchet demanded, optics locked on his commander and friend.
"I'm not sure. I think he's in shock," Optimus said, looking tired and confused.
"Ironhide talk to me slag it," Ratchet snarled in one breath as he looked his old friend over. "Optimus go help the others. I'll see to 'Hide." Ironhide sat there silently, not even protesting at Ratchet's repair work. That confused the Autobot medic even further. Ironhide had always protested any medical treatment no matter how much he needed it. Ratchet was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Jazz enter the room until the smaller mech was sitting on the berth across from Ironhide. "What are you doing here?" Ratchet growled at him.
"Ratchet," Wheeljack called from the next room. "We need you in here."
"Slag it all," Ratchet growled and stalked out of the room leaving Jazz and Ironhide alone.
"What was she like?" Jazz asked the black mech as soon as the Autobot medic was gone.
"She shouldn't have been a Decepticon," Ironhide said after a minute of patient silence. "She was too mild mannered."
"I'm sorry for your loss," Jazz said awkwardly after another moment of silence. At least the black mech wasn't shooting at him but the red optics threw the smaller mech off and made him nervous. "Ratchet's not going to be happy with me for being here," he said after a moment just to break the silence. Red optics surveyed him for a moment before looking down again. The Decepticon chuckled and shook his head.
"Does he still throw wrenches?" the other mech asked.
"Yup and I have the dents ta prove it," Jazz said with forced cheerfulness. Being in the same room alone with a massive Decepticon made him nervous but sympathy was compelling him to stay.
"Same old Ratchet," the mech said, shaking his head.
"You two already knew each other," Jazz stated curiously.
"From before the war," Ratchet said and Jazz yelped, jumping almost a foot in the air.
"Don't sneak up on a mech like that," he said and Ratchet swatted him on the back of the head.
"Out Jazz," the medic ordered and Jazz left feeling more confused than ever. Who was this Decepticon and why was it that all the higher ups but him seemed to know the black mech?