Boti: Here we go. Let's see what happens. If it's awkward, sorry. BTW my brain is dead today. This chapter might actually suck.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers...yada yada yada blah blah blaaaahhhh!

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Chapter Nine

(Ratchet's POV)

I couldn't concentrate. Something was off and it didn't help that Hallie hadn't been seen around the base. Even the other Autobots didn't know where she had run off too. Then again, she was probably wanting to be alone. The fight yesterday had hurt her more than I had expected.

I was beginnning to learn that she was emotionally sensitive. Her...oh, what do the humans call it...self esteem was rather low. She didn't have any pride and felt helpless quite easily. But I could defend myself against Ironhide and she didn't need to be a femme bot or any one or thing different.

Still, her wish to protect me was honorable. But foolish, as to how her body, sturdy as it may be, was still small and easily destroyable. Anyhow, it didn't matter. What mattered was helping her to get stronger. There were...demons that she hasn't conquered yet.

"Ratch, wad up?"

I turned my head in the direction of my nickname and spotted the twins. I huffed, seeing that they had gotten injured in another scuffle, again.

"Can't you two behave for once?" I snapped at the two. Sometimes being a medical genius wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Afterall, this genius was able to revive Jazz but to keep the idiotic twins from beating each other was nearly impossible.

They looked at each other before hanging their heads, something obviously bothering them. And it was clear as to what it was when I got the private communication, my spark freezing in its chambers.

She left with Galloway this morning. Hallie told us to tell you sorry that she couldn't protect you.

"She WHAT?" I yelled, pretty sure that anyone in the hanger heard and Lennox was probably shaking on the inside. He was more than likely surprised himself when Galloway had left suddenly. And now it made sense. Galloway had gotten what he wanted and saw no need to stay.

As soon as the doors on the elevator opened, I ran out, making sure to miss the humans dodging my feet. I quickly made my way to Prime and didn't even think when I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him violently. She was technically his sparkling!

"How could you let her leave? You could have told me what she was doing!" I hadn't realized that I was practically screaming into Prime's face, letting a few Cybertronian curse words echo through the area. Prime cringed from each word, surprise that I was speaking in such a way. But I spoke in much worse.

"I'm sorry. I tried to stop her but she was determined to leave. We tried to call you but you were recharging and completely out of it," Lennox saw the panic in my face. Humans were always easy to read.

"Where are they taking her? You have to have some sort of location. Tell me you do," I felt like dropping to my...knees and begging for the information. I couldn't believe that she would just up and leave. After I had told her that she didn't need to protect me.

"No, we don't."

It felt like everything stopped when they told me. No. She wasn't gone. She was strong but very fragile. Her processor was cursed with past demons but how could I save her? How can I find her in time to keep her from breaking? How?

"Ratchet, listen -"

"I don't want to hear it, Prime. I'm nothing without her," I didn't look at anyone as I transformed. I will lock myself in my quarters, at least until I think of a plan or until I offline from poor matinence. But either way, I spoke the truth. I was nothing without her. And if I couldn't be with her, then there was no point in existing.

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(I stick this part in third person. I'm tired and brain is dead)

"Ratchet, let me in! Open the damn door!"

"Get lost Ironhide!"

Ironhide stood outside of his old lover's quarters. He had acted rash the day before and when Prime told him about the worries he had, it made Ironhide worry. And Ironhide never worried about anything.

"Either open the damn door or I'm going to blast it down!" Ironhide threatened, bringing out a cannon. As soon as he started to charge it up, he heard the click that gave him permission to enter. The doors quickly swished to the side and he calmed his anger.

Ratchet was laying on his berth, one arm across his optics. He didn't talk or move as Ironhide walked in. The room was dark and the only light was that of the med bay next door.

"Ratchet, I'm sorry for yesterday," Ironhide told the mech. Ratchet just snorted, ignoring the apology that assaulted his audios. Ironhide narrowed his optics at the bot in response.

"I mean it, Ratchet."

"Don't give me that. She left because of you! She felt helpless after I told her that she didn't need to protect me! All I asked from her is her love but now I can't have that! All because you want what will never happen ever again!" Ratchet looked ready to blow a gasket as he finally sat up, anger beating in every movement. He wanted her back. Wanted to show her exactly how angry and scared he was and how much he loved her.

"I'm nothing without her, Ironhide."

"Then do you want to go with me?" Ironhide watched Ratchet look up at him, suspicion in his optics. Ironhide immediately shared his information about a broken down warehouse located several miles west of their location. It shocked Ratchet that she was that close.

"You don't need to ask me twice."

"Good, now get ready. We're leaving asap," Ironhide gripped Ratchet's shoulder in a reassuring way, "And I am sorry. Seeing you hurt made me realize my mistakes. I just hope I can find someone like her."

Ironhide made his way out of Ratchet's quarters and at the door he paused, looking over his shoulder. He felt a smile on his lip components as he continued on his way to the hanger. Ratchet's comm still rang in his processor.

You will, my friend. You will.

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Boti: Short but next one is going to be a little interesting. And people are going to get some cheers! Because I'm going to do something that should have been done in the movie regardless of ages.

Also, if you are concerned about Ratchet sounding a bit cocky or whatever, watch the 1980s series. He is a bit cocky in those and he does call himself a medical genius. I know because I have all 4 seasons and watched them over and over. Not to brag or anything.

Anyways, see you all next chapter.