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robothell2015-10-13 10:10 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in robothell2015-10-13 10:10 pm
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Who: Tarn and First Aid with a guest appearance by Rampage, Tarn and Sixshot
What: Tarn has "words" with First Aid
When: a few weeks after pollen
Where: somewhere near the Autobot Medibay
Warnings: gratuitous robot violence. Seriously.
Embarrassment. It’s the only word Tarn can find to describe how he feels upon recollection of his last meeting with First Aid. The tiny Autobot had taken him firmly in hand, taking advantage of every shameful desire that he could muster; drunk with the effects of the pollen that had clogged his systems.
Worse than what the medic had seen was what he probably thinks. After how Tarn had acted, any respect or fear that First Aid had was surely long gone. And what rumors had he been spreading? Who else knew about the incident? His tanks churn at the thought.
Really, Tarn knows what he must do. The only thing keeping him contained, so far, was the thought of Megatron finding out. They had come so far, trust was just beginning to be rebuilt. Was his pride really worth shattering all that work?
Yes. It was.
Which is how Tarn found himself prowling the back alleys near the Autobot Medibay, optics scanning for a certain small red and white Autobot that he was to have words with.
Fortunately it doesn’t take him long.
What: Tarn has "words" with First Aid
When: a few weeks after pollen
Where: somewhere near the Autobot Medibay
Warnings: gratuitous robot violence. Seriously.
Embarrassment. It’s the only word Tarn can find to describe how he feels upon recollection of his last meeting with First Aid. The tiny Autobot had taken him firmly in hand, taking advantage of every shameful desire that he could muster; drunk with the effects of the pollen that had clogged his systems.
Worse than what the medic had seen was what he probably thinks. After how Tarn had acted, any respect or fear that First Aid had was surely long gone. And what rumors had he been spreading? Who else knew about the incident? His tanks churn at the thought.
Really, Tarn knows what he must do. The only thing keeping him contained, so far, was the thought of Megatron finding out. They had come so far, trust was just beginning to be rebuilt. Was his pride really worth shattering all that work?
Yes. It was.
Which is how Tarn found himself prowling the back alleys near the Autobot Medibay, optics scanning for a certain small red and white Autobot that he was to have words with.
Fortunately it doesn’t take him long.
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"Out of the way," he snaps, moving around Rampage and hooking a crutch around the corner of the cart to drag it over, then turning his back on Rampage again as he starts to work in earnest, patching lines and reconnecting circuits, struggling to get First Aid stable.
"Are you hurt?" he asks over his shoulder, barely looking away--Rampage had moved all right getting there, and he hadn't complained, but Ratchet has no idea why he's just standing there. "What's your name?"
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"Nnh," is his only response at first, backing away from the medical berth.
What's his name? He doesn't have a name. Names are for people, he's not a person, he's an experiment, he's Experiment X-
His hands tighten until his plating dents, grounding him. "...Rampage."
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The next words feel ripped from him as he leans harder into his crutches, his hands never slowing.
"I can't do this by myself."
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"I don't- I don't know anyone..."
He's really been keeping to himself for the most part. He can call First Aid and Sixshot but otherwise... He stares helplessly at First Aid.
"His spark is shrinking," he adds. Helpful, helpful, so very helpful.