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Soduna Prema Prema by Atulreiter for Ranchod_Tunnell
Fandoms: Transformers (Bay Movies), Transformers Generation One, Transformers - All Media Types
15 Jul 2018
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I didn’t want to live with his friend; I wanted to live with Sam. I didn’t like humans; I liked Sam. I didn’t want to be a part of human life; I wanted to be a part of Sam’s life. It was Sam and it was that simple. But it was Sam so it wasn’t.
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You sat in silence for a while before releasing a very heavy sigh. You rested your elbow on your kitchen table and pressed your palm over your eyes, “So if I understand this correctly, not only have you adapted to Earth by taking on the shapes of our technology, but you’ve also taken a page from our plant biology to absorb food from the sun…”
Ratchet rumbled noncommittally, “It’s a bit more complicated than that but I suppose your heavily simplified version will suffice.”
“Okay, Ratchet...Can you just…come fix him?”
“Naturally. I’ve already received Prime’s permission. I need only to wait for an aircraft.”
“Awesome..,” you sighed in relief.
“You didn’t really think I’d leave him to die, did you?”
Shock rippled through your chest and you sat up straight, “He could die?!”
“Is that not what happens to lifeforms that do not receive adequate sustenance?” Ratchet almost sneered at you. Normally you would have replied back with something snarky. It wasn’t usually in your character but the private game had developed between the two of you some time ago and you both took great joy in it. Now, however, you were too tightly wound to play.
You didn’t know it was that serious. You didn’t know Bumblebee had been essentially starving himself while you looked on obliviously. You would have called Ratchet much sooner if you had. You would’ve insisted much harder that Bumblebee get up and move. You didn’t know how much longer Bumblebee would last and Ratchet’s arrival now grated on your mind with frantic urgency, “How long will it take you to get here? How long can you all go without food?”
“Both are dependent on a lot of external factors. My arrival speed depends on how quickly your Earth planes can cross 10, 247 miles. I estimate maybe five hours with N.E.S.T.’s military aircrafts though that doesn’t take into account the drive to your home. As far as Bumblebee, if he has been as inactive as you say, he will last maybe a week or so more.” Ratchet explained in a professional drone. It was the same clinical sort of informative delivery he offered when you first freaked out on him almost a year ago. It surprisingly worked wonders for anxiety despite how distressing some of the things he told you in that tone were. “Calm down, [Name]. He will be alright.”
“…Ugh…”
“I recommend a nap.”
You huffed a laugh despite yourself, “Yeah…Yeah. That’s a good idea. Good night, Ratchet.”
Ratchet hummed in amusement before he cut the line, “I believe for you it’s only 8:52 in the morning.”
You dropped your phone onto the table. It landed with a clatter that seemed unnaturally loud in your quiet abode.
‘Fuck a nap. I need alcohol,’ you thought as you rose from your chair and trudged into the sunny living room.
You fell into a couch and simply lied there, dazed.
A small part of you suddenly understood why Sam wanted to get away from it all. He left you with a handful and while you knew it wasn’t going to be easy you also didn’t expect it to be like this.
You had what amounted to a giant, angst-filled, photosynthesizing, teenage half-car, half-tranforming alien robot starving himself in your basement all because he missed a tiny human boy who was only three years your junior.
You weren’t ready to be a parent. Hell, you weren’t even ready to be an adult though you were managing with familial leftovers and government help.
That reminded you of your current job. Really you should have been doing some work. It was a nice enough day for taking pictures. Not that you would capture anything good. You couldn’t focus at all. You couldn’t even recall with any real certainty how you’d passed the next seven or so hours.
There was definitely a nap in there. That was actually what you woke up from when a loud chirping siren blared outside your house. Belatedly you also noted that your phone was ringing though you ignored it in favor of looking out the window.
There as you expected was Ratchet’s yellow-green ambulance quickly uncurling itself into a 20-foot tall titan.