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I don't know where I'll be tomorrow
- "Wheel in the Sky," Journey
All across the battlefield smoke is rising from holes in the plating of Decepticons and Autobots alike.
And Ratchet, moving among the fallen, checking each and everyone alike to see who among them still bears a living spark, occasionally dodging fire from friend and enemy alike.
He uses a pede to turn one mech over, eyes widening for a moment at the construction of the face, before he relaxes, spotting the differences in framework, the Decepticon mark on the chest plate.
He is safe, Ratchet tries to assure himself. His bonded is far from this planet and this place, mired in his lab on the Ark.
And for the briefest of moments, Ratchet is incredibly thankful for the distance that separates them.