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Takeback Ch. 3 piece, Rodimus/Ratchet
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"What's wrong kid" Ratchet asks but he knows. Rodimus's optics are lit with an unnatural glow. The occasional odd line of light goes skittering across his plating, but it's not until Ratchet is close enough to touch that he realizes it’s tiny bits of fire.
Rodimus jabs his hand toward the dresser accusingly and there, sitting atop it, is the matrix.
Ratchet gives it a furious glance, before switching his gaze over to his Captain, as the latter curls in on himself and venting in a pattern the medic did not remotely like.
"I forgot." Rodmius bites out, puffs if steam coming out his mouth. "How it gets, how it was when I bonded to Drift, how it made everything worse--"
The smile he gives is self-inflicted, a mockery of what it’s supposed to be. "I'm trying to take this slow, but the Matrix has other ideas.” He says, and Ratchet spark pulses hard in sympathy.
"Easy." He says, going to the speedster and laying a hand against Rodimus’s shoulder. He was prepared for it to hurt but it didn't, the fire lines avoiding him entirely.
Benefits to being bonded.
