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"You're my-you...Holy scrap!" Magnia whispered.

"Crossblade was my bonded," Ratchet said dazedly, still staring at the computer screen.

"I'm your daughter?" Magnia asked, astonished. "Did you even know you had a daughter?"

Ratchet shook his helm numbly, and then studied her. "That's who you always reminded me of," he said sadly. "Crossblade."

"Wait if you're my father, that means you killed my mother!" Magnia said angrily.

Ratchet looked at her blankly, "What? I didn't-"

"I'm sorry I have to do this, Ratchet," Magnia growled, optics flaming, "but you took away the only bot I had that cared about me when I was a sparkling."

She lunged suddenly and Ratchet sprang up from his chair just in time. He ran around the medical table in the center and tried to stay on the side opposite from the raging Magnia.

"Magnia, please!" he shouted. "Calm down!"

"Don't tell me to calm down!" she roared. "You killed my fraggin' mother!"

She began to throw glass beakers and other objects at him.

"I didn't kill Crossblade!" he yelled, ducking a well aimed textbook, "I loved her!"

"Liar!" Magnia screamed, leaping across the table. She grabbed Ratchet by the throat, and slammed him against a glass supply cabinet. He may have been a mech, but her strength was superior to his due to intense battle training and the glass behind him splintered.

"This is what you get for offlining innocent femmes!" she seethed, increasing her grip on his windpipe.

"Magnia-can't-breathe," Ratchet choked.

"Good," she snarled. Suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind and tugged her off of Ratchet. He fell to the floor, gasping for air, as she strived against her captor.

"Bumblebee let go of me or I swear to Primus I will punch you in the faceplates!" Magnia yelled, struggling in vain; Bumblebee was too strong.

"Magnia...what in...Pit...doing?" Bee asked. He had been on his way back to his quarters after his mission when he had heard breaking glass and loud shouting from the Medbay.

"He killed my mother!" she screamed, "Let me go!"

"Thought...father...killed...mother?"

"He is my father!"

Bumblebee looked with wide optics at Ratchet who nodded and wheezed, "Her mother was Crossblade. My bonded that I told you about?" He looked at Magnia with pleading optics "Magnia please listen to me. I did not kill Crossblade."

"Liar," Magnia snapped, straining against Bumblebee. "As soon as I get out of here I'm going to rip you to pieces!"

"Ok, obviously you are too riled up to talk right now," Ratchet winced, picking glass out of his shoulder. "Bumblebee, could you hold her while I go get a sedative?"

He left the two of them standing there, and after a while Magnia muttered, "I can't believe you're betraying me like this."

"Betraying?" Bee replayed her voice. "Because...won't let...kill...Ratchet?"

"Yes!" Magnia cried. "He killed my mother! Megatron told me so!"

Bumblebee frowned, "Ratchet...told me...Megatron...killed...bonded."

"Well he's lying."

Bumblebee shifted his weight uncomfortably, "Sorry...Mags...Trust...Ratchet...more than...Megatron."

"Oh, obviously," Magnia choked on hot tears. "Because Megatron's the one you killed, not Ratchet."

Bumblebee released her suddenly, and she looked back to see the terribly anguished look on his faceplates, and his hurting and exhausted optics. "I'm so sorry Magnia," he whispered sadly in her helm. "I-I'll just leave you alone. I won't bother you anymore."

Through the bond she could feel how guilty he felt, and how worried he had been about her, until he closed his side of the bond.

As his pedsteps echoed softly away, Magnia bit her lip; maybe that last comment had been a bit harsh. But no matter; she would make up with him later. Right now she had some revenge to obtain.

She snuck quietly into Ratchet's back room, where he kept his supplies. She frowned; no one was in there. The femme turned to go back in the Medbay, but the door was closed.

Magnia grinned; of course. Ratchet was smart. He had anticipated her looking for him in the back room, so when she had entered he had quietly closed the door and was now probably hiding behind one of the shelves.

"It's going to be all too easy to find you, Ratchet," she called. "Your paint job should stand out well in the dark."

Magnia peered behind shelves and in cabinets until she could have sworn she had looked everywhere in the room.

"Where in Pit is he?" she muttered. But a moment later when a needle sank into her arm she knew.

"Gotcha," Ratchet said quietly.

"Primus dammit!" Magnia yelled angrily. She started to storm furiously towards him, but the medication was taking its effect and she collapsed halfway there.

Ratchet quickly scooped up the now helpless Magnia and brought her into the Medbay. She swatted at him feebly, but her limbs were so tired she could barely move them.

"What are you going to do to me?" she muttered as he deposited her gently on a medical berth. "Torture? Crazy mad-scientist experimentations?"

"Primus, Magnia," Ratchet sighed. "I'm not going to hurt you. You'll be right here, perfectly safe, when you wake up. I might have to restrain you so you don't try to kill me again but that'll be it."

He handcuffed her wrists to the berth, "When you wake up we can talk."

"Talk really means you're going to kill me," she mumbled, having difficulty keeping her optics open, "You're a mad scientist."

"I'm not a mad scientist," Ratchet rubbed his helm. "Go to sleep."

He walked away towards his quarters at the back of the Medbay. Magnia finally couldn't keep her optics open any longer, and she fell into recharge.