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Ever feel like you were going to have a great day only to actually have the day go down the drain? A guy comes back from the dead and would like to live in relative peace, you know?

At this point I'm ready to throw my hands up in the air and let Primus take the wheel because I certainly have no control over my life.

Good times, good times.

( Locked to Cybertronians )

Several things guys and I don't feel up to messaging you all individually so here we go.

Ratchet: I know we're on to hang out, but I kind of need you to pick me up. Otherwise? Have I told you lately that you're my favorite medic in all the universe?

Rodimus and Megatron: Need to talk to you guys about something important. Actually, I need to have a talk with just Megs too, but also a separate conversation with both of you. Privately.

Starscream: I don't care which one, but I need a favor and the sooner one of you loudmouths can do it, the better.

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Congratulations on your tremendous success.

[Ratchet narrows his optics as he works on whatever jury-rigged repairs he can make on the spot just to get Bee up and walking, after a fashion. He looks at the extent of the injury, the length of the finger-shape indentations in Bee's plating, and runs through a remarkably short list of people on the ship with hands that size who would be willing to rip Bee's leg off if he annoyed them enough.]

If Soundwave actually wanted to rip your leg off, he would have. Is there a particular reason you're baiting him instead of letting him sit and marinate in impotent disaffected fury in peace?

Why is it everyone automatically assumes that I was baiting him? Do I look like Rodimus?

[ seriously! Bee isn't like that. sure, in the heat of battle that's different. just standing around? no, he doesn't get sassy unless someone throws it at him first. ]

We were actually having a somewhat amiable conversation, believe it or not. The the only mistake I made was that I didn't realize that, on some level, he feels I am responsible for his current... Situation. Had I known that maybe I would have reconsidered trying to help.

[ chances are he's going to try again. ]

He isn't actually famous for his lack of self-control, Bee. What did you say to him?

[Ratchet's hands gentle as he shifts Bee's leg and makes a rough sound at the damage he can see to Bee's hip, his lips thinning.]

I'm going to need to move you to finish this. How much pain are you in right now?

The conversation switched over to Megatron. I kind of told him that maybe he needed to talk about being left behind to Megatron - that things weren't cut and dry. That maybe if we all had actually talked things out instead of just cutting loose and fighting then maybe things would have been very different.

[ Bee shrugs. he knows for a fact that he hasn't said anything that he wouldn't say to anyone else. Bumblebee hadn't said anything to purposefully set off Soundwave. ]

But basically he said he didn't want help, especially from from me specifically.

[ thus again, he didn't know that Soundwave sort of blamed him. his approach would have been different then.

thankfully, he does have his cane and he reaches over for it. ]

Starscream brought me this so moving me won't tax you. I've... had worse, Ratchet. Is it a bad thing that even though my leg feels like it's on fire, I barely register it?

Yes that's bad, Bee, damn it.

[Ratchet's voice is tight.]

You don't have to tell me you've had worse, I'm the one who put you back together shrapnel shard by shrapnel shard when Soundwave and Megatron conspired to have you shot on Earth while you were trying to give a speech about how we should all work together. No, neither of those joints is loadbearing yet, I don't want you putting weight on them. Come here.

[Ratchet scoops Bee up carefully and pushes to his feet, making sure he keeps a grip on the cane before he refocuses his attention, optics narrowing.]

I'm sorry, did you call Starscream before you called me?

[ if it pleases Ratchet, Bumblebee looks at his hands while he's scolded. he knows how hard it has been on the medic. he knows how it must have pained Ratchet every time that he's had to put Bee back together bit by bit. so yes, there is some shame there. ]

Sorry, Ratch. I really don't go out of my way to get myself hurt you know.

[ for the most part, he leans against Ratchet. he'll make sure not to put any real weight on his damaged leg. ]

And no, I didn't. He just so happened to show up before you did. Now he was the one I purposefully sent into a tantrum. That's twice now.

I know, I know. Doesn't make you any less injured.

[Ratchet makes a derisive noise.]

Annoying Starscreams isn't the same. Wait--ours, or the other one? They're both so irritating I can barely keep track. At least they're sufficiently color-coded.

I'm just thankful you haven't hit my horns with a wrench.

[ more weak chuckling? more weak chuckling. ]

And it was the scientist Starscream. Not greasy politician Starscream.

I feel like the 'greasy' descriptor still applies, in his case.

[Is somebody still salty that somebody else went through his tools while he was dead? Maybe.]

Bee, just... be careful, all right? I'm going to do what repairs I can with the tools and materials I have and keep checking up on your self-repair as it heals, but I don't have a full medbay here. I can't just... fix things like I used to, all right?

Maybe a little... But not in the same ways.

[ Bee respects him. just a little more. not much, but enough. ]

I can't promise that I won't get hurt again. You know that. But I'll try my best to tone down any impulses I might have, okay?

No... I know.

[He gets to his quarters and awkwardly keys them open, laying Bee out on a slab and rubbing a mostly steady hand over his face, the corners of his mouth tight. He reaches down and keeps working anyway.]

Just be careful, please. ...you might actually need that cane again, for a bit, at least until your self-repair can do a some of the work I can't.

[ Bee's optics watch Ratchet earnestly. something isn't quite what it seems, even as Bee does his best to be a good patient. ]

Whatever the doc says. I don't want to incur your wrath further.

First smart thing you've said since I got to you.

[Ratchet's mostly just muttering for effect as he works, only slightly slower than normal. His palms ache but he doesn't stop to rub them and he refuses to let it show on his face.]

[ ...wow thanks, Ratchet. ]

Wow, thanks Ratchet.

[ slower than normal. still noticeable. yet there are about a hundred explanations for that, so Bee doesn't think anything of it. at least not in this instance. besides, he doesn't want to break the medic's concentration. ]

Aurgh I --

[Starscream had bust through the door but completely stopped upon seeing Bumblebee there. He immediately forgot what he was doing or going to say.

Instead he turns right back around and slams the door on his way out.]

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