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"She attacked you?" Optimus Prime's voice greeted Magnia as she began to online.
"Shhh!" Ratchet shushed. "She's sleeping..."
"I don't care. Attacking a member of my team is cause to have her removed. Why are you defending her?"
Magnia stirred and Ratchet said in an urgent voice, "There is something you do not know in this situation, Optimus, and I will explain it to you later. Right now she is waking up and I need to speak with her."
"Fine," the Prime grumbled as he left the Medbay.
Magnia's optics onlined and they were blurry until everything came into focus.
"What happened?" she groaned, trying to rub her helm. She looked confusedly at the stasis cuffs that chained her to the berth.
"Ah, you don't remember?" Ratchet questioned from his desk chair. "I'm sure it will come back in a moment, but in the meantime allow me to refresh your memory."
He rolled over to her in the chair, "You are my daughter, I am your father and you tried to kill me because you mistakenly believe I offlined your mother. You probably would have succeeded had Bumblebee not intervened."
"Bumblebee," Magnia sighed unhappily, remembering what she had said to him.
"You hurt him, didn't you?" Ratchet said quietly.
Magnia grew angry, "Don't talk to me you-you murderer!"
"Magnia, for the millionth time I did not kill her!" Ratchet huffed. "Who told you that, anyways?"
"My real father," Magnia growled. "You know, the one who actually took care of me?"
"Ouch," Ratchet muttered unhappily. "No need to be hurtful."
"Actually, no, there is a need to be hurtful," Magnia narrowed her optics. "You left me to be raised by fragging Decepticons! I could have grown up with Bumblebee as my best friend!"
"Magnia, I am sorry!" Ratchet cried, rubbing his helm. "I didn't even know you existed! Crossblade never told me she-we-had a sparkling!" His optics widened, "Primus that's what she was saying!"
"What?"
"The night she died," Ratchet sighed. "She contacted me through our bond, and told me that she needed to see me, that she had to tell me something important. And when she was dying she kept saying 'He has her, Ratchet. He has her'." Ratchet looked at Magnia, "She must have been talking about you."
Magnia frowned, "Who has me?"
"I'm assuming Megatron; after he killed Crossblade he kept you."
"For the last fragging time, Megatron didn't kill her, you did!" Magnia roared, straining against her stasis cuffs.
"Magnia, calm down or I will sedate you again!" Ratchet threatened. Magnia subdued but still glared at him with a fiery hatred. Ratchet wheeled to a cabinet and began rummaging in it, "I have an idea that will convince you I did not offline her."
"What?" she said sarcastically. "Mind torture?"
"No," his voice was muffled because his helm was in the cabinet, "Cortical Psychic Patch."
He pulled his helm out out along with a cord just in time to see Magnia's freaked out expression. "Don't worry," he said hastily. "This is purely for you to enter my processor; I won't be able to see anything in yours."
"I don't trust you, but I don't suppose I have a choice," Magnia muttered.
"No, not really," Ratchet attached the cord to her helm, and then laid in the berth next to hers.
"What are you going to force me to watch?" Magnia sighed.
"My memory of the night Crossblade died," Ratchet responded, programming buttons on the cord. "Memories don't lie, my dear."
"Not unless you make them," Magnia muttered. Her optics offlined as her consciousness was transported into Ratchet's processor.
The first thing she saw was a younger looking Ratchet standing in an older Medbay on Cybertron, mixing chemicals in a beaker. The current Ratchet was standing next to her, arms crossed, looking down, and the memory of Ratchet appeared not to notice either of them.
He suddenly received a bond message and his faceplates lit up, "Crossblade!"
"Ratchet," Crossblade's voice laughed, and the Ratchet next to Magnia flinched when she said his name, looking absolutely miserable.
"Good to hear from you!" the memory Ratchet said happily. "You haven't spoken to me in so long, I feared you were giving up."
"On what?" she asked.
"Us, mainly," Ratchet said. "This is, I think, the longest you've ever gone without talking to me because you feel guilty about betraying the Deceptions."
Crossblade sighed, "I'm sorry my love it's just...difficult."
"I know," Ratchet swirled the contents of his beaker as he spoke. "Oh, did I tell you Optimus recently adopted a sparkling?"
"Really?" Crossblade mused. "I didn't take him as the fatherly type. But back to why I originally messaged you."
"Of course."
"We need to meet. It is somewhat urgent," Crossblade sounded weary.
Ratchet put down his beaker "Are you alright? What can't you tell me over bond?"
"Something this important must be told face to face," Crossblade hesitated. "Something I should have told you a long time ago."
Ratchet frowned, "That doesn't sound like anything good."
"I suppose that would depend on how you look at it."
"Alright," Ratchet sighed. "Where are we meeting?"
"The Cliffs of Iacon. One hour," she stated. "Please don't be late...I fear I'm being watched."She ended the bond quickly, leaving Ratchet confused. He hurriedly exited the Medbay and rushed to the Cliffs.
He drove like a madman to get there, nearly crashing into a few Cybertronian trees as he did.
Ratchet made it to the Cliffs a few minutes early. He sat down anxiously to wait near the base of the Cliffs, but soon twenty minutes had passed and he grew worried.
"Blade?" he tried to contact her but her end of the bond was still closed.
Suddenly a roar of an engine echoed behind him. He turned, expecting to see Crossblade's rescue helicopter alt mode, but instead he found two Decepticon soldiers approaching cautiously. They sprang on him quickly, each grabbing him by an arm so he was trapped, helpless, between them.
"Let go of me, you idiots!" he yelled, kicking his peds, but he couldn't break free of their grips.
"Be silent fool!" one of them hissed. "Lord Megatron approaches."
Approach he did. Magnia saw her adoptive father looked exactly the same as he did now; cruel and overbearing. Still, seeing him made her miss him a little. That is, until she saw what he was dragging behind him.
Her mother. Her mother was chained to a length of metal and Megatron was dragging her behind him like she was an animal.
"Let me go, you jackaft!" she shouted, but he ignored her.
"Blade," Ratchet breathed. "Oh no."
"So this is who you've been sneaking away to meet, Crossblade?" Megatron laughed. "The grubby medic from the Autobots?"
He yanked her chain, making her stumble forward.
"Let her go you fraggin afthole or I swear to Primus I will rip you to shreds with my bare servos!" Ratchet growled, and Magnia looked surprised. She had seen Ratchet angry before, but not angry enough to swear like that.
"All in good time my friend," Megatron chuckled sinisterly and then turned to Crossblade. "Do you know what I do to traitors?"
Crossblade rolled her optics, "I don't know."
"This," he grinned and shoved his sword into her chassis.
Both of the Ratchets and Magnia cried out as Crossblade's frame shuddered. Megatron drew his blade out, now dripping with energon, as she fell to the ground.
"Release him," Megatron called to his soldiers, who immediately snapped into a salute and fell behind him, dropping a shaking Ratchet to the ground.
"Well, Ratchet," Megatron sneered at him. "I invite you to try your medical expertise. Let's see if you can save her. Tick-tock." He laughed mockingly as he walked away with his troops.
Ratchet hurried to Crossblade's side and immediately began trying to staunch the bleeding.
"Stop," she pushed him away. "Don't you see, he's toying with you. He knows you can't save me, so when you fail you'll think it's all your fault." She coughed weakly.
Tears were streaming down his faceplates, "I can't just let you die. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Ratchet," she reached up and stroked his cheek and he cupped her servo to his faceplates with both of his. The real Ratchet finally looked up from the ground when Crossblade said his name, and he gazed at the dying Crossblade sadly, wiping away a few tears.
Magnia was unable to move, watching her creators and seeing how much they had loved each other. There were tears streaming down her faceplates as she finally realized that Ratchet hadn't killed Crossblade. She had been ripped away from him.
"Please don't leave me," the younger Ratchet begged. "I love you."
"And I you," she choked. "Wait-have-to-tell-you." Her speech was becoming more difficult.
"Tell me what, my love?" Ratchet wiped his optics, still holding her servo.
"He has her, Ratchet," she whispered. "He has her."
"Has who?" Ratchet frowned, and then his optics widened when he realized she wasn't responding."Crossblade?!"
But her optics had gone dark, and whatever was left of her was now gone.
"No!" Ratchet wailed, cradling her broken body in his arms. "Please, Primus, no!"
The tears flowed freely now as he bent over his love, his life, and sobbed openly.
A sudden pain seized his frame, making him scream and writhe in agony. Only when it was over did he realize what it was.
Their bond was broken.