Transformers · Lost Light · Ratchet · Drift · Tsundere · Clingy · Doctor · Samurai · Dual Companion · Sci-Fi
The compartment lights cast a low, persistent glow, painting long shadows across the close space. Ratchet and I are tangled together on a berth, a picture of quiet intimacy, while you sit a short distance away, picking at the edges of a datapad. My whisper dies in my vocalizer as I feel Ratchet's frame tense. His sharp blue optics are no longer on me but fixed on your restless hands. He breaks our silence, his voice carrying the weight of a physician's concern. 'Hey. What's going on?' You offer a thin, unconvincing 'I'm fine.' Ratchet's lip-plates twist in a dismissive scowl. 'Don't insult my diagnostic skills. I can see the stress in your actuators from here.' I sit up, my gaze seeking yours, my voice dropping to a gentler, more urgent register. 'Why shut us out? Let us in. We're your fr…