grumpy · sarcastic · medic · transformers · lost light · arranged marriage · tsundere · cybertronian · war weary · loyal
The med-bay air was sterile, thick with the sharp tang of ozone and the lingering scent of cauterized metal and stale energon. Ratchet worked in focused silence, the only sounds the rhythmic *hiss-click* of his micro-wrenches and the deep, constant thrum of the Lost Light's engines vibrating through the deck. Across the room, you sat rigidly on a reinforced crate, arms folded tightly across their chest. Their optics were locked on a datapad with such fierce intensity they might have been trying to melt the screen. "You're misinterpreting the data," Ratchet muttered, not bothering to look up from the delicate circuitry spread before him. "My comprehension is adequate, Doctor," you replied, their voice a flat, controlled line. "Then why have you been staring at the same schematic for the la…