Breakdown could feel the exact moment, something on board changed. It only took a couple kliks longer to find out what. Somehow he had hoped meeting his soulmate wouldn't include them laying in his medbay.
Most bots, seeing Breakdown for the first time, assumed he was a warrior, and he couldn't fault them. With his bulky frame and seemingly grim look, it wasn't all that hard to confuse him with one. And Breakdown couldn't deny the amusement he felt whenever he watched a mech after realising that Breakdown was not a warrior, but the medic of the Nemesis. Sure, he didn't look like a medic, but without him, they wouldn't have had any of these idiots left.
He had fixed up Starscream alone more often than he could count, not that this surprised anyone anymore. But the point remains: he was a medic, and a fragging good one at that. Now, his bulky frame had advantages even as a medic, as it made him strong enough to even hold down Megatron or drag him to the medbay, if needed. In comparison, carrying mechs like Starscream was as easy as fixing a scratch, not that there were many other mechs as light as Starscream around. Considering that most of the other bots around were Eradicons and Vehicons, it's not a surprise either.
Amused by his thoughts, Breakdown chuckled as he continued to polish and clean his equipment. With a war going on, he needed to be ready to treat a bot at all times. After having a short look through his medbay, he was quite satisfied with the state of it. After he had finished cleaning his equipment, he would get some Energon. Continuing cleaning, he started to hum under his breath. It didn't take him much longer to finish the cleaning process, after which he started to sort the equipment away.
Just as he put the mini-welder away, a strange feeling rushed through him, as if he had forgotten to go somewhere really important. Unsure where the feeling came from, he pulled his schedule up to see if he missed some sort of appointment. Coming up with nothing that would warrant such a feeling, a small frown settled on his faceplate. However, it didn't stay long as the medbay door opened and Steve poked his head inside with a grin and an invitation to get energon together.
Pushing the weird moment to the side for now, he agreed easily and moved to leave the medbay. With the door closing behind him and Steve pulling him easily into conversation, Breakdown quickly forgot the short incident and instead focused on the current moment instead. There was a short moment during their conversation where he felt some sort of pull, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Maybe he would run a diagnosis scan on himself later when he returned to his medbay.
Just as they reached the mess hall, an alarm started to go off. Immediately, chaos erupted as everyone tried to get to their position as fast as possible. He was calmer than most of the others, but equally anxious to return to his post. Breakdown was quick to turn around again and hurry back to the medbay. No matter the reason for an alarm, he had yet to witness an alarm that didn't end with at least one mech in the medbay. Once he had finally reached his medbay again, he prepared himself for the inevitable patient he would get.
It was then that he received a COM message from the current scout troupe that informed him of an incoming patient. Apparently, a Decepticon warrior had crash landed on earth and had run into the Autobots, and well, even the most skilled warrior shouldn't fight a whole group alone. Preparing a berth and starting to take out the equipment he would need most likely, he had just finished preparations when another wave of the by now well-known feeling of needing to be someplace else at right this moment rushed through him.
A real frown build on his faceplate. He didn't have enough time to run a self-diagnosis to find out where it came from, but he also couldn't risk being distracted while treating a patient. Who knew what kind of mistakes could happen if he didn't put his full focus on his job when he needed to do so? Before he could dwell longer on it, the door opened and two Vehicons carried in a bright cherry red mech and put him on the previously prepared berth. Neither saw the way Breakdown stiffened and stared as they decided not to stay any longer.
Now with the mech in his mech in his medbay, Breakdown could finally identify the feeling he had felt all cycle long. He had really hoped that if he ever met his soulmate, it would never be in his medbay. Apparently, he wasn't granted that wish as his spark call was so clearly offline in one of his medbay berths. Shaking his head, he yanked himself away from the overthinking and ignored his spark's yearning for the time being. His focus was now on the repair of his soulmate; everything else could come later.
He had only started to weld some of the cuts together when a groan left the red mech. Looking up, he was startled to see the other mech online and staring at him. After a couple of kliks a loop-sided grin grew on the red mech's faceplate and there was a breathy laugh: "Who knew my soulmate was a pretty medic?". Feeling his faceplate grow warm at the compliment, Breakdown quickly turned his attention back to the welding.
