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WHO: Rodimus & Ratchet, Drift
WHERE: the ruins of the city
WHEN: the first day here, shortly after
WHAT: Ratchet yelling at Rodimus after he neglected to tell Drift some things & reattaching his arm, Drift cornering Rodimus so they can have a talk about Overlord related events
WARNINGS: Rodimus being a shitbaby, gay robot feelings

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"Yes, and they continue, despite all odds and any appeals for you to use the brain I only know through medical scans is indeed inside your skull, to be completely unacceptable. Are you trying to get killed your first few days here? Provoking Tarn of all people!" He resists the urge to throw up his hands, but he does remove them from Rodimus' plating, if only to defeat the temptation to clench down in anger.

"And don't," he says, his voice low now, lips drawing back from his teeth, "don't you dare tell me what I do and do not know about that. It sure as hell wasn't you picking Drift up off the deck of the ship as he was railroaded out, and it sure as hell wasn't you watching the look on his face when I had to explain that people had died when Overlord escaped. I'm tired of cleaning up your messes."

"If you're so upset about it why don't you just leave me alone! I didn't ask you to patch me up, you did that all on your own." Rodimus would appreciate that if he knew the reasoning, instead it just makes him attempt to try and get away from Ratchet - scooting along the berth to get further from him. "And I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened because he can't take the fact that Megatron's not a Decepticon anymore."

Primus, Ratchet. Rodimus tries to move further and then realizes that his arm isn't responding and he groans. Alright, fine. They'll do this.

"I never asked you to clean up my 'messes', you just do." He's never asked, he's always tried to avoid them, but he wants to change that. He knows he should. He has to be better, but his optics narrow at Ratchet's tone. "No? Well then I guess you're lucky. Because you're not the one that had to listen to your best friend telling you that instead of coming clean with the crew, you should let him take the blame."

He sent his best friend into that because it was what Drift wanted. And Rodimus-- he couldn't tell him not to. Not after what he said.

Edited 2015-01-18 02:11 (UTC)

"I care about Drift too," Ratchet says angrily, then stops.

He cycles his vents for a moment, dragging in ragged pulls of cool air as he deliberately smooths his hands flat on the medical slab and looks down at them, at the seams of his wrists. A lot of the anger seems to drain out of him, bleeding from his face and the set of his shoulders to leave him slumped and tired, bringing one of his hands up to rub slowly over his face.

"He's my friend too, Rodimus," he says, more quietly now, looking back up at Rodimus' face. "And I believe him when he says you didn't force him to take the blame, but it still happened on your watch. He blames himself for Pipes and Rewind and the rest, he thinks it's his fault. The least you could have done was come clean with him, even if you couldn't with the rest of the crew."

Ratchet shakes his head and reaches for Rodimus again, a little impatiently.

"Get back here, I have to finish checking your organs for scorch marks and reattaching your arm. I'm not letting you wander around injured, no matter how annoyed I am with you."

"You sure don't act like it," he mutters, not looking at Ratchet. But he does what he's told at least and scoots back because, well, what choice does he have?

"It's not his fault," he says automatically, because it isn't. Drift told him it was stupid and he was insane for even considering it, but Rodimus had done it anyway because Prowl had said-- well it didn't matter what Prowl said. "I was captain, I let it happen, it's my responsibility." This is stuff he knows, and regurgitating it for Ratchet isn't hard for him to do now, even though his expression is slightly pained when he does so. Because he doesn't like admitting to his mistakes any more than he likes being reminded of them. "But I-- I just got him back, Ratchet."

He couldn't do that to him. He didn't want to do that to him, shove all that on him when he didn't remember it all.

"Of course it's not his damn fault," Ratchet snaps. "It's not yours either, not really, but it is your responsibility. So shoulder it."

He looks down at his hands again, working slowly at Rodimus' plating, finishing checking and clearing damage before he moves to Rodimus' arm.

"You owe him that, regardless of the circumstances here. We both do."

"I'm trying," he snaps back. Even though he doesn't want to have this conversation with Ratchet. He's trying but Megatron is there and undermines him and it's awful. How can he redeem himself, how can he attempt to fix what he's done and to be better when he doesn't have the chance anymore? Optimus took it away from him, and-- well. He curls into himself further, turning as much away from Ratchet as the other will allow.

The last statement gets a sound of agreement from Rodimus, reluctant as it is. He knows that, Ratchet, Primus.

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