you know you are as small as the things you let annoy you {backdated before robot prom}

[asafepairofhands]

It's a little while after Sixshot has dug all of the medics up from whatever underground art bunker they had been briefly trapped in, miraculously without anyone killing each other, and Ratchet is back in the medibay at work. He is still half-legless and especially foul-tempered, especially considering the upcoming festivities, which he plans to avoid as completely as possible.

COME BOTHER HIM



[CLOSED TO RODIMUS]
It's not long after the medics are back that Ratchet sends a message to Rodimus privately, apropos of what seems like nothing.

Come to the medibay. I need to check something.

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[planate]

It's been a while and several near-buried in rocks experiences since Pipes had last been to the medibay, he decides it's time to have a check up. It would have to happen eventually, he might as well minimize the yelling while he can.

He wanders in, assuming he didn't have to call and make an appointment. Seeing Ratchet is good, seeing him missing a leg, not so much.

"Is it, like, a new medic trend to be missing a limb or something?" he states, half wondering who would be stupid enough to try and kill the only medics either present or willing to work on anyone.

[wreckers]

Verity wandered - sticking her nose evenwhere it could hurt was what she did, afterall. Urban exploration of the bare skeleton that looked like it used to be a pretty important Cybertronian city was also a great time killer when the only thing on the airwaves was post-war ancient aliens reduced cat fighting. The clinic was an easy find; the red and white deco seemed literally universal.

"Jesus," Verity stood in the massive doorway, the helmet speakers doing nothing to mask her shock, "Ratchet?"

[arnhaid]

Well, someone had come down here to ask about said upcoming festivities. Because hey, he missed the medic. A lot. And he figured Optimus would agree -- agree and be happy to see him too. It stood to reason, therefore, to go in and make sure Ratchet was still functional...

And coerce him into coming out to be social.

Except as soon as he steps inside, there are more pressing concerns. Especially when he sees the other bot working. Working without part of his leg.

Needless to say, the big red bot stomps over, intending to put his arms under his friend's shoulders and pick him up. There's a chair not two feet away he figures will work.

"Siddown."

[officerjuicebox]

Oh, of course it'd happen. Of course, of all the stupid things, he'd pop a finger out of joint trying to fix a terminal in the building he'd taken up residence in. It was nothing major. Really, Roller just intended to patch it up himself. Borrow a couple tools and be on his way.

But as he steps inside, he's promptly smacked in the face with the sight of another familiar face.

"... Ratchet?"

[rodders]

Yeah, okay. He's suspicious as hell the moment he gets that message. He's been avoiding Ratchet to the best of his abilities since Drift was up and walking; that's no different than how it was on the Lost Light. Why ruin a good thing they've got going?

But he also knows that Ratchet's going to find him whether or not he shows up and the least he can do is show up when he's called for. So cautiously poking his head around the door of the medibay, looking into the dark depths in an attempt to spot Ratchet but also to avoid Megatron. He's cool. He's got this.

"Ratchet?"

[triggerhappycopter]

There is a silent whoosh of displaced air and a sudden, vaguely ominous, presence behind Ratchet.

"Is this," a very quiet voice whispers, "your leg?"

[academybot]

Some time after the medics had reappeared Optimus came into the medibay with a box of supplies he'd stumbled upon while clearing some debris earlier. Far as he could tell it was basically the main repository of supplies, and if they didn't need them here someone would probably know what to do with them. He could probably have brought them by sooner, but he still wasn't really keen on the idea of a medibay full of decepticons.

He was glad to see someone was there when he showed up, an actual autobot medic judging by the paint job. Though considering he was missing a limb...

"I'm no medibot, but shouldn't you be taking it easy with that injury?" he asked with some concern, standing in the doorway with his package.

[smallandincharge]

Ultra Magnus stands awkwardly in the entrance to the medibay. She wants to check in with as many of her former crewmates as she can find, and Ratchet was the easiest to locate. But now that she's here, she's not entirely sure what to say. Finally, she simply synthesizes a cough to get Ratchet's attention - which, being a Magnus cough, fills the room with noise and rattles a couple of tools off of their shelves.

[auramatic]

"You don't sleep here, do you?"

Because it kind of looks like you do. Hey, Ratchet, it's your old pal Drift, sticking his head into the medibay to check in and say hi. It's been a little while, Drift likes to keep up. Especially knowing that by Ratchet's time, they're actually friends now.

Something seems to have changed in Drift since they last spoke -- since he and Rodimus first kissed, not so long ago. There's a little more spark in him, animated by warmth and fondness. He glances at Ratchet's leg and frowns slightly before looking back to Ratchet. "If you need help finding someplace to stay, you can just tell me."

[optout]

Hearing the medics had returned was good news, and of course Optimus was going to check up on his old friend. After all, people disappearing wasn't something to take lightly, and he wasn't about to lose one of his closest friends if he could help it. He wanders in, glad to see that Ratchet is at least keeping with tradition of never leaving the medibay.

Made him easy to find.

"Ratchet."

...really, did you expect any other response.

[aminerproblem]

Getting everyone settled and back in their routines had been quite the cacaphony of events once Sixshot had managed to rescue the medics. Spinister was a skilled a surgeon as any, but he had quite the esoteric way of organizing things. Keeping on top of both them and the recent construction not too far away was a handful.

Bottom line, he never got the chance to properly show Ratchet and the others how happy he was to have them back. So now that things had settled back to normal, he had the perfect opportunity.

Sure, perhaps wrapping his arms around the doctor mid-menial task and hugging him tight enough to lift his feet(foot?) off the ground was probably not the best plan. But that apparently didn't stop him.