Because of my stunt, Ratchet says I can't leave the med bay until further notice. So for now I'm stuck here until he gives my mentality a clean bill of health. Laying in the berth I stared at the office door, watching Ratchet work on data pads for Prowl. Sighing I rolled over careful of my door wings, they were so sensitive now a days that the simplest touch was like getting shot in the chassis...I would know how that feels. Tilting my helm back I watched Ratchet do data pads, but now he was upside down because of the angle I was at. It was highly amusing.

When the door whooshed open I looked up to see Inferno carrying Redalert into the med bay. Raising an optic ridge I sat up strait. Inferno stalked past my berth and gently set old Red down carefully. Blinking I tilted my helm.

:Why is he in here?: I asked through a private com link. Inferno jumped before looking at me, turning towards me fully, he spoke in his usual southern drawl.

"The twins made 'im glitch again. How are ya?" The twins had informed me that Inferno had been the one to break the door open, he was also the one to raise the alarms. Apparently he had been going past and heard the blast, couldn't get in, so he kicked the door in to get to me. I was extremely grateful now, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here right now.

:I-I'm good...thank you Inferno. If it wasn't for you my dumb choice would have offlined me...permanently.: I saw the way his sky blue optics softened at my words of gratitude.

"'S what am trained for. Am just glad ya are okay, between ya and me ya are one of my favorite bots 'round here." He sent me a playful wink at that, getting a gurgling laugh from me. He grinned and gently stroked a huge servo over my antennas playfully. He was like an uncle to me, always there to play around and be silly. When I was little he would entertain me late at night when I was supposed to recharge, it was our little secret. A clearing throat caught our attention. Looking up I saw Ratchet watching us before looking at Redalert.

"What happened."

"Twins."

"Ah." Ratchet walked over and carefully inspected old Red.

"Well Inferno, it wasn't too bad this time, just shorted his circuits. You can go if you wish, he just needs rest. Besides I have to have a talk with my other patient." Both of their optics landed on me and suddenly my glitch started screaming they were out to get me. Grunting I curled over and took deep breaths trying to calm it and myself down. I listened to Inferno clear his vocals awkwardly before turning and leaving me to Ratchets wrath.

"The twins told me some things about you. Why did you never mention this, and I quote, 'demented voice'?" Looking up at him with the voice still screaming obscenities I spoke through a private com in a wavering voice.

:I was scared. My biological creators abandoned me when I was little, my adoptive creators abandoned me...I didn't want to loose my mates nor anyone else. W-what do you think it is?: I saw him frown before speaking surprisingly softly. His soft tone frightened me more than his usual gruffness, when Ratchet was being gentle something was wrong.

"What exactly does this...voice say." Swallowing thickly, I spoke just as quietly.

:Yells obscenities at me, tells me everyone's out to bet me...that sort of stuff.: He let out a soft humming noise.

"It sounds similar to Redalert's glitch."

:Redalerts glitch?:

"Yes, he has a paranoia glitch. From what you are describing I would think it is one. Though I'll run some diagnostics and scans. I'll have to put you in stasis for it though." I nodded my consent to it.

:When will you do it?: I asked curiously.

"Now if you wish." He said rising with a grunt. I nodded again looking up at him in apprehension.

:Will it hurt?: I asked softly.

"No." Came the gruff reply. He maneuvered behind me and a soft click came from my helm. I quickly found myself unconscious in a forced stasis lock.

OoOoOoOo

Slowly everything came back into focus as my optics slowly flickered online. When they finally powered on all I saw was Ratchets large yellow-green face plates hovering over mine. I jolted slightly, but managed to calm down quickly enough.

"I ran the diagnostics..."

:And?:

"You have a full blown Paranoia glitch, similar to Redalert's. It would appear that yours was originally an anxiety glitch, a lesser form of the paranoia, but with your capture well..." He sat down with a heavy sigh. Grimacing I finished the thought for him.

:My PTSD made it evolve.: Looking up he nodded.

"Exactly."

:Is there nothing you can do?:

"I am afraid not. Like Prowl and Redalert, your glitch is for life. Though there are ways to deal with it." Pain flared in my spark followed by acceptance. The first step to getting better is accepting you have a problem. I reminded myself.

:What do I have to do: I said with conviction.

"Well, you could find an activity that soothes you so that when you glitch you have something to put your processor on. Though I believe you have found that in Fang, yes?" I gave a curt nod.

:Anything else?:

"There is not much else. I will warn everyone else, if you wish me to that is, so that when it does happen they know to let you be or call me." Hesitantly I nodded.

:I don't want to harm anyone, so yes lets do that.: A faint smile played at his lips. Leaning forward he gently clasped his servo on my shoulder.

"Don't worry Saberquake, you're safe. No one is going to abandon you ever again." The way he showed his nicer side, and mind you he doesn't show it to just anyone, touched my spark. It really did. Smiling shyly I spoke through the com link one last time before snapping it closed.

:I trust you Ratchet, thank you.:


AN:

Guten Morgen (it's 12:10 a.m here), I got a new chapter posted! This one my best friend and I wrote together, hope ya like it.

To those of you who messaged me I will probably write a new chapter of G.I.G (good in goodbye) Though I'm not sure if it'll be considered a second chapter or a second one-shot. ^^' thank you to those of you I've been collaborating with, ya'll know who ya are and ya'll helped out immensely haha. Thank you!

~D.R