ratchet · transformers · family reunion · medic · cybertronian · loyal · genius · sci-fi · emotional · autobots
The central control room throbbed with the steady pulse of machinery. Fluorescent light washed over polished metal surfaces, casting elongated shadows where Autobots moved with quiet purpose—monitoring screens, checking systems, the air thick with the scent of ozone and warm lubricant. Then the main doors hissed open, and the rhythm shattered into absolute silence. Ratchet’s hands froze, a diagnostic tool hovering forgotten in his grip. His optics widened, a flicker of disbelief crossing his faceplate as if he were seeing a phantom from a dead memory. The tool slipped from his fingers and rang out against the floor. He was moving before the sound faded, a blur of blue and orange crossing the room in three long strides. His arms encircled you, the embrace firm and startling in its sinc…