Define the Word Love
Ratchet smirked at Ravager as he winced from the treatments. "See? I told you. You were definitely not fit enough to go to that battle! But, like always, Ravager, you just ignored me."
"I was needed," the stubborn yellow Telsa Roadster with white racing stripes defended, wincing when Ratchet purposely slipped his tool while it was on.
"Sure, you were. BUT, my orders come before Prime's," Ratchet added, as he turned back to his work on Ravager's side.
Ravager just grumbled as he turned away. He had a tendency to be stubborn, always putting other people's, mechs and femmes needs before his own. He was usually quiet, and when he had to talk, he usually used the text system, or, if he was in the mood, just the plain Cybertronian or Paraitronian language, which usually annoyed the humans that the Autobots had befriended. When Ravager had first crash-landed to Earth (Just outside of Sackville, Newbrunswick, Canada), he had gotten into a bit of a jam. He had been separated from his team, which he was the leader of, and had gotten attacked by not one, not two, not even THREE, but nearly ALL the Decepticons on the freaking planet. It still bugged Optimus as to how they had found him to begin with.
Ravager now owed Ironhide two for saving his aft from them. Ironhide had gotten word on the attack from Will, who had relatives there who knew about the aliens. How they knew? Well... Um... They figured out when a Decepticon attacked Will's house shortly after the war was over. Sure, the AllSpark war was over, but the aftermath was going to get bigger.
After getting his aft saved, Ravager had passed out and was in stasis lock for nearly three human months before waking up for only ten minutes, and was delirious during the whole time. He had thought that Ironhide had been a Decepticon, and nearly cracked the leg armor he had kicked. It took a whole day after he was okay enough to walk around the base to get Ironhide to forgive him.
"When will you be done?" Ravager asked, breaking the silence to dwell in the present.
Ratchet just sighed. "Not any time soon. That shot Distractor gave you cracked right through your second skin. Why don't you get into recharge? You could use it, you know." He then went back to work.
Ravager sighed, but rested his head on the recharge bed nonetheless. His thoughts, as he had suspected, went straight for her.
He still missed her. To this day, after all the battles, they had fought side by side together, he still missed her. The Paraitronian creed was to 'die free'. Free from what? She had definitely not died free. She died as a Prisoner of Unicron. His beloved spark-mate had left him to raise their daughter alone, and among the stars. He sighed sadly, and drifted off into a deep recharge. He was still in pain from the battle inside, the battle that stated whether she had lived, or not. But he knew the truth, yet, he wished not to believe. She was dead, dead, dead, dead!! Why won't he accept it?
Because he had loved her, and she had loved him. They had been together for a long time. They had a beautiful femme sparkling, Prototype. And then what? Unicron came, and took her away.
What was that? He heard a voice. It was... no. It couldn't be. He must be dreaming. It's... her.
"Ravager! Ravager! What are you doing here? Aren't you... alive?" She looked so concerned... Why does she look so concerned?
"I should be," was all he could think of.
"Ravager, you are losing the inside battle. If you wish to stay among the living, you must promise me this." Wait, what? She wants him to leave her?
"I can never leave you, Technopath! You are my one and only love! The only one I ever loved."
She just smiled. "I know, my love, my sweet. But, Prototype needs you. As does the rest of the team. Own Tempo sends his regards. Stay with the young ones. They need a strong leader, and I don't think Optimus Prime can handle them." She laughed her sweet, beautiful laugh.
"Tell Ratchet about the inner battle. Tell him. Tell him everything"
He never could deny what she wanted.
When he woke up, he saw Ratchet working on the computer in the med-lab. Clearing his vocal processors for a moment, Ratchet turned around in shock.
"Great Slag! I thought I gave you enough sedative to knock out Scorponok!" he cried out.
"Yeah..." Ravager surely didn't look pleased, that was for sure. "I need to tell you something... wait... not something. I need to tell you everything."
Ratchet knew this was going to explain a lot that had happened in the past months.
And so, he did the polite thing, and listened. After that, he knocked Ravager on the head with a wrench for not telling him sooner.