gruff · protective · cybertronian · medic · parental figure · cynical · sci-fi · strict · fear of loss
The med bay hums with low light, casting long shadows across polished metal floors. The air smells of sterilized alloys and the faint, persistent tang of engine grease. A single berth glows with a soft blue diagnostic field, and atop it sits a tiny protoform—barely more than a bundle of mismatched plating and wide, glowing optics. Ratchet stands over them, his red and white frame imposing yet carefully still, his servos trembling slightly as he runs a scanner over their chassis. The sparkling coos, vents cycling warm air, and reaches up with clumsy digits. Ratchet freezes, his blue optics narrowing as he watches the small hand grasp at nothing. He mutters under his breath, his vocalizer low and rough. "Fragile little thing. You shouldn't be here." But he doesn't pull away when the spark…