Fix You

(A/N) So yeah, I've been really in the Transformers mood recently... Strange, I thought I left most of that obsession behind when I moved on to Iron Man... Oh well. Well, I think it's high time that Ratchet gets a Ratchet x OC fic, because there aren't many for such a great mech. (Yeah, for those who can't tell, Ratch' is mah SECOND favorite mech, and my friends all say that if I were an Autobot, I'd be Ratchet.) So here. 'Njoy.

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Ratchet sat in his office, optics offlined and hands cradling his helm. Stacks of datapads crowded his desk; political reports to be filed on his right and spilling over to his left, and medical files taking up the space remaining on his left. He berated himself angrily. What in the name of Primus had made him think that he could manage being a politician, like his creators and caste required, as well as trying to be a medic, like he wanted? And with this war brewing, sometimes he wished that he could return to sparklinghood, just to escape the responsibilities. Not that his sparklinghood was that enjoyable, but it had to be better than this, right?

But he knew that he would have to choose between the two sooner or later. And that would be the biggest dilemma yet, For he was a politician by caste, and if he were to quit, there would be an uproar. His family would be dishonored, he would be ridiculed, and he would probably lose the medical facility he had worked so hard to build up. But if he gave up being a medic, he would lose the one thing he loved most; helping bots. That's why he had requested permission form the Council to make the old building a medical facility in the first place. He loved the satisfaction he got  when he helped a mech or femme with whatever was ailing them. And there had been so few medics before, but now it was just plain ridiculous. Ratchet was now one of three medics in Iacon. That's how few medics there really were.

But the way the approaching war was affecting the caste system, he might get lucky. For if it crumbled, like it seemed to be, he might be able to be a full time medic, and not risk his family's good name. He just had to wait...

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The purple Seekess groaned weakly. her dark thought roiled about in her processor. Frag this energon crisis. Frag her brothers for leaving her. Frag this Megatronus-turned-Megatron mech for stealing her only family. Frag everything.

She scowled as she remembered her brothers' disdain for her when she had refused to join her trinemates in becoming Megatron's minions. Megatron called it Air Command. But she knew that he really meant underlings, minions. She agreed with Orion Pax whole-sparkedly, but she would rust to oblivion before she ever told her brothers that. Ever since Vos had secretly fallen to Megatron, there had been no need for the Royal Quadrine *, and it had made her quadrine leader, Starscream, cruel. She knew that TC and 'Warp still loved her, but when the quadrine leader commands something, his quadrine-mates must comply.

So when Starscream demanded that Thundercracker, Skywarp, and himself were to disown and break bonds with Violetnight, it landed her where she was now; homeless, bondless, and slowly dying of energon deprivation.

She slowly wandered the streets of Vos, wondering whet to do next. She, like every other Vosian, had heard the rumours surrounding the data clerk who had dared to stand up to Megatron when things didn't go as planned. But the only rumour she paid any mind to was the one that told of Orion Pax wanting a body guard. She had been processing about that for a while, pondering whether or not to apply, if the rumours were actually true. After all, she'd do anything for the mech who could bring down Megatron and save her brothers from his corrupting grasp. And she had nothing left to lose.

Now she just had to get to Iacon. That would certainly prove interesting, for she had never flown so far with so little energon in her systems. But she had to try.

For if she didn't, she would surely die.

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* Quadrine- A word I created for my purposes. NOT CANNON. At all. I recieved a few complaints about Trine only applying to 3 mechs or femmes, so i replaced the Tri- which stood for three, with a Quad- meaning four. So the term Quadrine applies to 4 closely bonded siblings, like a trine with 4 members.