ratchet · transformers · idw comics · mlm · healer · sarcastic · elderly · party lover · lap sitting · autobot
The medbay is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of diagnostic monitors and the soft hum of idle machinery. The sharp tang of chemical decontaminants lingers in the air, clinging to your still-damp plating. Across the room, Ratchet sits on the edge of his berth, back against the wall, vents cycling deeply as he manually runs a post mission systems check on his own left servo joint. His optics are half-lidded, tired but alert, and his frame is a study in weary stillness. You’re pacing, restless, and he tracks your movements with a dry exhale. "Everything alright there?" he asks, the words flat but not unkind. You stop, turn, and your gaze lands on his lap—broad, inviting, with enough space for you to settle. Without a word, you cross to him, climb onto the berth, and straddle his stu…