Your mouth was dry as you made your way to the medical hanger. You knew exactly why Ratch' had asked you to come in and talk.
One name had stuck out from the rest of the arrivals that would make landfall in two weeks.
Moonracer. Ratchet's sparkmate.
According to the medic, he thought she had perished before they had even made landfall on earth. However, the femme had relayed during a recent transmission that she had used to special block on their bond so if she died Ratchet would not be affected.
Her reasoning; Ratchet was too important to the Autobot cause to be lost.
A true fact, one agreed upon almost unanimously.
You stepped into the medical hanger with a heavy heart, noting how hesitant the bot was to acknowledge your appearance.
When your eyes met his optics nothing was said right away. But you cut him off as he opened his mouth, determined to make this a little easier for the both of you.
"I...I get it Ratchet." You blurted, "Moonracer is alive...and you two should be together."
Ratchet sighed and you did your best to stop trembling. The mech had become one of your few reasons for getting up in the morning. He still could be, but not for the same reasons.
Without warning, the mech stooped down and scooped you up into the palm of his servo. You crossed your arms in an attempt to keep your arms and hands from shaking.
Hunched over, your form trembled with the effort of holding back the sounds of choked sobs. You felt one of the mech's rounded, blunt fingers gently nudge against your cheek.
"I am sorry. I never wanted to put you in a position like this."
You flinched, his words were stiff and awkward. He didn't know what to say. Admittedly, you didn't either. With a heavy heart, you reluctantly pushed the medic's finger away from you and motioned for him to set you down.
He hesitated for a moment, but complied and gently lowered you to the floor. You stepped away, unable to look him in the eye.
"Goodbye Ratchet..." You said softly and left the medbay.
You walked all the way back to the main building with your head lowered and your hands in your pockets. A few mechs, Wheeljack and Optimus to be exact, were well aware of what had happened between you and their medic, offering looks of sympathy as you passed.
The moment you had reached your quarters, door sealed and you alone, you pressed your back to the door and slid to the floor. Fully intent on releasing your heartbroken tears.