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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 17, 2009 22:05:52 GMT -5
Chris sighed, sneaking into the med bay as quiet as a mouse. It was nearing 3 in the morning, and for him to be up was not a good thing. If anyone, his Father's included noticed, he'd have been in deep, deep trouble, or so he figured. However, something had been eating away at him. Normally he wouldn't go in, and correct Ratchet's work, no matter how capable a medic Chris secretly was..
But that little nick on the Autobot Drone's legplate was driving him insane. Ratchet had overlooked it, and the part of Chris who craved to be a medic made him go to do this.
The med bay was quiet, enough so that he could easily slip in unoticed, hauling a lug wrench with him. Within a few moments, he was quietly at work, eyeing Ratchet's office for any indication he was awake, as he didn't want to get caught. "Come on Chris, work on it, get out, and go back to bed, easy as that..." He murmured, getting straight to work.
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 17, 2009 22:26:31 GMT -5
Ratchet rolled into the med bay with a yawn via his vehicle form, not expecting any humans or bots to be in the area. After running some errands and doing some paper work at the main office, Ratchet was exhausted. He was going to double check over his current 'patient' and inspect the area before he took a stasis nap.
However, after rolling in and transforming, he detected a human presence. Slowly, he stopped, and waiting around a few corners, just barely having stepped in. His holoform appeared. To reduce noise, the red haired man in a white lab coat crept towards the room where he kept the drone being repaired, hearing a faint mutter. Yep it was Chris. What the slag was he doing here? His holoform leaned against one side of the now open doorway, his arms folded, ankles crossed.
Ratchet's tired hazel holo-form eyes surveyed him from afar for quite a few minutes before he sharply cleared his throat.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 17, 2009 22:33:19 GMT -5
Chris jumped slightly, he had just finnished putting the adhesive to close the gap in the drone's leg when he heard him clear his through. Having just closed the gap he panicked, what would Ratchet say to him? Would he turn him into Optimus or Jazz? He panicked slightly, but decided to make an excuse.
"U-U-Uh.... I'll leave I'm sorry Uncle Ratchet, I had no business being here.." Chris pocketed his wrench and began to walk, hoping to get around Ratchet, and out of trouble.
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 17, 2009 22:37:27 GMT -5
Ratchet watched Chris walk towards the exit as his bot form approached just around the corner.
His holographic form stuck out a foot and he gave Chris a stern look. "No business indeed. What interest do you have here and my current patient?" he'd seen him repair some part of it. Ratchet glanced back at it, seeing that it looked a little better than before. Was Chris hiding something from him? He frowned slightly at seeing the drone, thus his expression looked a little more stern thereafter.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 17, 2009 22:41:41 GMT -5
Chris hung his head, like he was going to lie to Ratchet. He and the medic did have a strong bond, which made him wonder how the medic never noticed. Hell his entire closet was stacked with medical books. "You missed a really deep gash in his leg. You didn't seem to notice before... So I thought I'd fix it." To possibly emphasize he knew what he was doing he added "His fluxuation tank was leaking badly. I had to rewire his delus circuitry or he'd probably never be able to use his right leg again." He expected Ratchet to chew him up and spit him out at any given moment.
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 17, 2009 22:51:04 GMT -5
Ratchet scratched his head. "You know what they say, save the best for last. There was a lot to be done on this one. I had to work around the tank before I could get to it to save a bit of trouble. It needed a thorough inspection. Couldn't tell how bad the leak was either, I hadn't gotten that far yet." Ratchet had been certain the other leg didn't share the same faults, he'd checked it over twice earlier. "Not to mention, I'm quite exhausted and am in need of a break. Most of us are sleeping at this time. I guess I'm glad you covered for me. If I'd tried to keep working I might have missed something. That's why I check over everything at least twice to avoid second guessing. Which means, I'm going to be checking what you did, like, now, and then once again when I've had some rest." Ratchet explained, his holo-form disappearing as his bot form approached the drone's stretcher.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 17, 2009 22:57:58 GMT -5
"Sorry, I guess it's a pet peeve of mine. It always has been, I just never said it..." Chris admitted putting his hands in the pockets of his pajama bottoms "If you want the truth, I've ben coming in and secretly helping for years." He knew Ratchet notcied it. He dropped a few comments here and there of missing dents. Gunshot wounds cleaned up... And other smaller stuff. He just probably figured it was Danielle. "I know it was wrong of me, I shouldn't have... But I did." He then went quiet, waiting for how Ratchet would take this.
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 17, 2009 23:02:49 GMT -5
"So that explains why I kept seeing stuff randomly fixed the next day which I was only just getting around to fixing." Ratchet inspected the inside of the leg, by not exactly dismantling it again, but close enough. He scanned the vitals and the fluctuation tank, making sure no leaks remained and compared it to the other tank.
"Well I must say you know you're stuff. Why haven't you talked to Optimus about this yet?" he stepped back from the drone and frowned again slightly. The teen was probably worried he'd get discovered and that Optimus would be disappointed he had another interest other than being Prime, which could affect his regular training routine.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 17, 2009 23:10:00 GMT -5
"I kind of feel like... I don't know... Like he wouldn't approve." Chris sighed and shook his head "That's why I took the job at Custom Cycles. I figured if I worked there I could still do what I loved and not dissapoint Dad." He looked down a bit, thinking. Ratchet seemed to be acting strangely calm in the current situation. Why? It didn't make sense to him.
"It's nothing like what I want to do though. So I decided, if I did things in secret I could try and teach myself to be a medic." He shrugged, shaking his head "I know it's stupid, but I didn't have another choice."
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 17, 2009 23:18:22 GMT -5
"I suppose I could understand why you'd want it that way, but you could have at LEAST talked to me at my office first before you started tweaking my work. I don't like people jumping in on me when I don't give them permission you know. I almost never do because I'm usually the one in charge. Most operations I take on I can do myself, as you know." he folded his arms and uttered a brief growl. It was not necessarily an annoyed growl, just a serious one. "You do realize you're going to have to bring this up with Optimus and Jazz right? Especially Optimus...his reaction, I imagine, will be a mix of things. I don't think he'll stop you from pursuing your interests, but he'll probably be a little slow to completely letting the idea go."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 17, 2009 23:39:21 GMT -5
"I know..." Chris muttered, turning his head, he looked down. He felt increasingly worse about what he had been doing this whole time. He should have asked, shouldn't have gone and done Ratchet's job for him... It wasn't right. "I'll just go ok, I'm sorry." He shook his head and took a step out the door.
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 18, 2009 1:27:51 GMT -5
"It's all right." Ratchet was just surprised...he should have known something like this might happen. Of course he was still taken by surprise. He tried to shrug off the thought but couldn't. "Next time if you want to help, just tell me and I'll consider it. We might be able to work something out. I don't think I should tell your dads and for some reason I don't feel inclined to."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 18, 2009 1:31:20 GMT -5
Chris stopped at that moment, and turned his head a bit, walking back in. He wasn't sure what Ratchet had meant, and felt he needed to clarify. "What do you mean by 'work something out' exactly?" He questioned, rather nicely, but sounding rather confused "You mean like cutting a deal?" Clearly being naiive with Ratchet's meaning.
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Post by Ratchet on Oct 18, 2009 1:35:40 GMT -5
"In a way, yes. However, doing more than that would probably mean that Jazz and Optimus are eventually going to catch you working with me."Ratchet said. "I don't want to lose their trust like that, I'm sure you can understand that. There is no way I'm going to avoid telling them as long as you have-I just can't afford the risk of getting in trouble or running into further complications down the road-having at least their knowledge of this will be needed eventually no matter what."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 18, 2009 1:39:22 GMT -5
"Wait a minute, Ratchet are you talking about... Teaching me?" Chris blinked for a moment, thinking it over. This was something he had hoped since he was six that he'd hear from Ratchet. He wanted to be a medic, maybe even a little more then he wanted to be Prime.
"If I..... If I.... Came clean about this whole thing to my Dad's. Would you be willing to do what you're talking about?" He asked, rather quizzicly. Still in disbelief that Ratchet would see that much potential in him.
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