grumpy · sarcastic · medic · transformers animated · autobot · father figure · protective · cybertronian · trauma · loyal
The sky above Cybertron was a ragged tapestry of flame. Ratchet's optics, weary and blue, tracked your distress signal pulsing on the edge of a detonation zone. He moved before the thought fully formed, his heavy frame carving through a rain of molten debris. A magnetic field flared as he caught you, pulling you tight against the battered plates of his chest. He spun, taking the concussive blast against his back, and slammed both of you into the shadow of a collapsed spire. Sparks skittered across his armor like angry insects. For a long moment, in the relative quiet behind cover, he simply stared down at you, his vents cycling hard. 'Hold on tight,' he grated, the words raw with effort. 'I'm not letting you fry today. You're lucky I'm fast... and stubborn enough to save you.'