[ THE "DRIFT GOT HECKED UP BY TARN" CATCH-ALL POST ]

[auramatic]

Who: Drift, Rodimus, Ratchet, Megatron and whoever else wants to chime in
What: the inevitable fallout of the fucked up shit Tarn just did to Drift
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: starting a few days after Tarn beat the shit out of Drift
Warnings: a lot of sad. a lot of gay

jk i'm lazy, thread starters below

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[aminerproblem]

Megatron is silent as Ratchet tells the story, hearing the hurt in Ratchet's voice at the whole debacle, seeing the way he has to stop and stare at his hands. Pharma's hands.

He feels his own spark fill with remorse at having allowed Tarn in the Medibay, even though Ratchet insisted to him it wasn't his fault. He should have been more careful rather than assume the Decepticon would listen to him because of who he was.

It pained him to see Ratchet like this. Forced to take something invaluable from a close friend because Pharma was shattered by the stresses caused by what would become his own creation. It was easier to say to never get attached than to actually practice it.

The guilt is clear in his optics, even if his voice is steady,"Walk me through the repairs, I can help you patch him up."

The doctor was clearly suffering deeply from this, and its the least he can do to amend the damage.

[asafepairofhands]

"Yeah. Here," Ratchet says--but the second he's not completely focused, he can feel exhaustion sweep in like a tide, threatening to drown him. "Just--I'll finish the bigger stuff. But--"

He cycles his vents shakily, his voice worn thin as he tries not to waver on the crutches.

"Look. I don't turn people away from my medibay for fun, or because I don't like them." He snorts a laugh, though there's no humor in his face. "I spent a few hours reattaching your legs pretty recently. What a mess that was. Just."

His hands still briefly, one of them shifting to cover the crude Decepticon badge scrawled into Drift's chest.

"If I turn someone away, it's for a reason. Just please stay clear of Tarn, all right?"