Ratchet had no qualms when he was asked to once again be the Cheif Medical Officer of the Autobots. Never had he denounced the position, but others had certainly stepped up in his absence.
After the first stellar cycle that Ratchet was joined by Knockout and reunited with First Aid and Ambulon, then Kaput and even Velocity -though the two latter were short-term- the rapidly populating area of the planet had its first fully operational clinic. Though, the matter that took precedent was the construction of a full operational hospital. Bulkhead’s team couldn’t work more efficiently.
Yet, Ratchet and his own motley team found themselves recharging between shifts in MARBs. But that was soon remedied as apartment were erected… And soon, as the patients rolled in and out, as the dynamics grew between the doctors and nurses, and the stellar cycles blurred and quickly turned to over a deca-cycle.
Ratchet found his routine, and would go “home” to a building he shared with so many of his friends. Ironhide and Chromia were in the rooms beside his own. Yet, today as he went to the step that led to his door, he looked over to see the next door was open.
Somebody must be moving in.
But then there was the feeling that one can put into words if they have experienced it once before.
Out the open door stepped a tall bot adorned in simple shades of dark blue and red. He was talking over his shoulder, a smile upon his faceplate, and a femme, painted in a quite bright tone of pink, followed after him. Together, they just stood at the step.
But then Ratchet caught the femme’s optics, and they met each others’ gaze.
Oh, Ratchet’s spark was going too fast.
Then the blue mech turned.
He smiled again, cobalt optics as wide and bright as Ratchet remembered, and together, the two waved.
And Ratchet, his vision blurred as fluid did fill his optics, waved back.