Imagine being Red Alert or Cerebros and having GIGANTIC FRICKING TITAN Fort Max gently apologizing to you for not doing a good enough job of taking on a whole damn army of other undead titans by himself. I would melt into a puddle on the spot, personally

Summary:

Ratchet looks at his hands. Rodimus thinks about belonging. Rewind finds his partner. Fort Max goes to sleep. Rung stays out late. Tailgate asks questions. Minimus stops working.

Together and apart; the crewmembers of the Lost Light.

When Ratchet ran out of patients to fix, he sat in his chair and looked at his hands. Of course, before he did that he cleaned all his equipment, checked his schedule for tomorrow, did inventory even though First Aid had already done it earlier, but then he sat and stared at his hands. What else could he do?

Tailgate had been in earlier. A check-up. As he had tuned out the minibot’s usual chatter (he vaguely remembered bits of questions like “If you really wanted could you be a mechanic too? Or is it too different? Like, if you opened me up and opened up the Lost Light’s nav board would you be able to tell the difference? Besides, like, the spark and stuff, I mean-”), he had taken note of something. Tailgate’s systems were ancient—if he were human he’d compare them to being steam-powered. Ratchet had already replaced half his parts, and yet the bot still complained of transforming slowly. Some days he would come limping in with or without Cyclonus by his side, asking for painkillers in a small voice that always struck Ratchet as profoundly wrong. Those days, Ratchet gave him the doses he knew were most effective from experience.

But as he had fruitlessly tried to keep Tailgate from fidgeting as he poked around inside his chest cavity, his hands locked up.

~all my writing is always GN reader unless otherwise requested anyways so~

- You get pretty good at telling the difference between when Red’s being attentive and doting because he’s in a sweet mood, or because he’s paranoid. Either way, being around you makes him feel more comfortable and at ease, so he’ll try to hang around you whenever possible.

- Fort Max loves when he’s sitting or laying down and you can just so easily sit or lay on top of him. You can’t sense or feel EM fields but the other two always realize how his gets warmer and softer whenever you just casually lean on him and the like.