#seekerslast

Ratchet finds himself standing in the middle of the street on a planet that looks nothing at all like Cybertron, optic-to-optic with a human on a power trip and a stupid little pen-and-paper form that he really just wants to throw at the head of this so-called Magician. It's like Earth all over again, but at least when he'd gone to Earth he'd gone willingly ( somewhat ), Optimus at his side.

Here, the only thing that appears at his side is Starscream, the voice of whom he hears from all the way down the street ( he did not get the chance to throw the clipboard at the human before being summarily dismissed, left without answers ). By the time he turns around the Decepticon is face-down on the ground and leaking Energon from seemingly every joint and seam on his body.

Maybe he's being punished. This certainly feels like a punishment.

The organics ( because they're most definitely not all human, he can tell you that much ) ogle uselessly at the Cybertronian that lies prone across the sidewalks. Ratchet expected nothing less, but, honestly, if they'd gone out of their way to abduct them the least they could do is be prepared to accommodate their physical needs. "Well?" Ratchet snaps at the crowd of onlookers. "What are you all standing around for? If you're not going to help, the least you could do is get out of my way! He needs immediate treatment," though he has no love for Starscream. The 'Con is unarmed, from the looks of it, just like Ratchet is, and the war is over. Furthermore, if there's any hope of finding an answer, a solution to this mess, he's sure not going to get any help from the organics. Starscream is the worst possible bot to be stuck with, but it doesn't change the fact that he's all Ratchet's got. He's not about to let him bleed out in the street.

All his shouting is enough to prompt at least one of the squishy little beings to direct him to the nearest source of equipment, though it's nothing like what Ratchet would normally bother working with. An ancient automobile repair bay, by the looks of it, little more than a run-down garage. But there's enough tools to make do with, and he didn't spend all that time stuck on Earth for nothing. He could patch wounds like this with his optics closed and his hands tied behind his back - it won't be pretty, but it will be serviceable and Starscream's in no position to complain ( though Ratchet knows it won't stop him ). He's a bit more leery about transferring any Energon to the Decepticon, given he's got no idea how much, if any, exists on this planet, but he has little choice in the matter and so reluctantly runs a fuel line between them.

This, at least, makes it easy to keep his mind from wandering to the infuriatingly vague circumstances of their arrival. Still, it's a frustratingly long wait for his patient ( so to speak, though neither one of them will be happy about the title ) to come back online. Make no mistake, Ratchet's work is the roughest of patch jobs, messy weld marks and clamps to make up for all the fuel lines and metal that needs replacing, but he's pleased to see that it's enough to ensure he's not immediately losing what may very well be the only other Cybertronian in this place. He's leaning over the Seeker and glowering when the first signs of life appear in the other's optics.