Hiding amongst the mountain peaks, (Y/N) (L/N) knew she would be found at some point. Whether it would be by the Autobots, Decepticons or her past, she didn't know. It was inevitable. But she liked the solitude while it lasted.
The Decepticon TIC di...
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"Optimus said you need the support, and we all know you dislike Wheeljack." (Y/N) argued with the medic as he had Raphael ready himself to power up the groundbridge. The others had gone, and the oldest woman was beginning to feel a little useless. Not only was she unable to send Soundwave any messages of who was going where after these four relics, but she was also feeling rather useless to the Autobots.
"This area has no humans for miles, I would hardly need a- as Jack and Miko called it, a face to stand as my eyes and ears as well as communication if some unsuspecting human fumbles in my way. Besides, though it was a small incision, your finger needs healing." He nodded to the woman's hand, which was properly bandaged, her pointer finger anyway.
It was the one she cut to leave Soundwave her small message.
(Y/N) realized that she could have just sent a delayed message through her optics, but even she, a runaway M.E.C.H. agent trained for tight spots and panicked situations, could be prone to the occasional hysteric.
"It was just a cut, Ratchet." She sighed, rolling her energon blue optics. "Please? At least this time it's not my stupid curiosity getting me on board the Jackhammer. There's also no Stasis Beam to shoot at me, whatever effects there may have been did not happen, and Wheeljack is already most of the way there."
"And if it's Knockout we run in to?"
The statement was supposed to scare the smaller being into submission to his demands. Knockout was her supposed torturer, after all. (Y/N) knew this and quickly thought of how she should react. She could blubber and cry, forcing his pity, but that might not change his mind in this case. She decided to go with a much crueler tactic.
"That's not fair." She stated, breathing in sharply.
"You froze once you realized it was him, even when he was in stasis lock." Ratchet huffed. "He was very ready to take you once again, wasn't he?"
"I-" She stuttered, lip quivering daintily, as her optics began to water with the natural, salty secretions. Her grip tightened on the railing as her gaze remained locked with Ratchet's and her expression contorted into one of pure hatred. "I thought you were better than him."
Ratchet froze, optics wide and intake slack. He didn't think he was being monstrous, but a glance to Raph revealed that the boy's innocence was on her side, not his. He mulled over his words for a second and slowly realized they could be considered taunting, mental torture even, considering her weaknesses and what horrible things she claimed to have heard from the Decepticon medic while in his clutches.
Could he take back his words? No, of course not, but he felt sorry for saying them. Still, he could not allow her to go with him.
"Think whatever you like of me," his voice wavered as his optics turned to the floor, and (Y/N) knew she had won, "but I cannot allow you to go with me. Wheeljack is reckless enough, and Primus knows which Decepticon will be there. I may very well be correct!" Ratchet dared to look back up at the femme he admitted had grown on him. "Raphael, keep watch over her and Fowler."
