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[#146] Make Love - Not War (Transformers)
Theme Prompt: #146 - Creation
Title: Make Love - Not War
Fandom: Transformers (general all media types)
Rating/Warnings: Mature <- because general war setting and (non-graphic mentions of) dubious studies and medical experiments | Don't interpret this wrong - for further information please read AN
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Ratchet comes up with a solution to end the war.
[AN: I know this might give off highly questionable vibes and that was intentionally. Yet, he has good intentions and there is no off-screen violence or deaths. Think of this all as back in the old days of medicine where you had to do shady stuff to get the desired results.
Takes place in a general Cybertronian war AU I've scribbled down weeks ago.]
“I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.”
Wheeljack side-glanced at Ratchet with a worried expression. Since around two deca-cycles Ratchet was acting weird. It had began with him either reading whatever it was on his data-pad and making sure Wheeljack didn’t caught a glimpse at the screen. Then the medic had spent considerable time with writing whatever it was, once
more acting as if he was working on some top-secret project.
Whenever he was not needed Ratchet tried to find excuses to be alone. Primus knew what he was working on. In the beginning Wheeljack hadn’t thought much about it but the more time passed, the less time Ratchet spent around his friends and seemed to only live for whatever it was, that was occupying his mind.
It was one of the rare occasions Ratchet had decided to spent some time with Wheeljack. They sat in a room located in the lesser frequented area of the fortress, which had been previously used a storage area but had suffered major destruction in the past and had underwent just basic reparations to prevent this part of the fortress to collapse should it ever be attacked again. Sure, it wasn’t the safest place to be, but it was the only one where they could be alone, since hardly anyone came here, besides from the daily inspection and this had been several mega-cycles ago.
Until a couple of astro-minutes, it had been like in the old days but then Ratchet had fallen silent, the indescribable expression on his face Wheeljack had seen countless times in the last deca-cycles which indicated that Ratchet was back in his own world, which was only present in his memory bank.
Wheeljack was unsure if he should reply anything to Ratchet’s remark or just pretend that he hadn’t heard him talking to himself. It was obvious that he hadn’t directed his cryptic message towards him, since Ratchet hadn’t looked at him, instead his optics were examining the wall, as if there was something interesting to be found.
Instead of uttering any word Wheeljack simply held his empty Energon cube and continued to gaze at Ratchet out of the corner of his optics. Wheeljack flinched in surprise, when Ratchet asked him why he was so silent. It was only then, that the medic turned his head towards Wheeljack.
“Didn’t realized you’ve been talking to me.” Wheeljack stated truthfully.
Astro-seconds of awkward silence passed, until Ratchet’s voice broke it.
“There are moments when I’m scared of my own thoughts.” Wheeljack shivered, unable to look at his friend after this statement.
“It all started when I suddenly remembered a saying I have read a long time ago. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if this saying could be taken literally. It would end the war. If this saying becomes reality we can finally lay down the weapons and look forward to a life in peace times.”
Ratchet made a pause, carefully practicing his next sentences. Wheeljack would be scared of what went on in his head and even more of what he had already done, how he had violated the oat all medics have sworn.
“Ratchet, you phrase it like whatever went through your memory bank is worse than what goes on beyond the wall of the fortress.” Wheeljack worried, while he added a nervous laugh, since part of him wondered what Ratchet was working on in secret and out of the blue he had awful mental images.
On some solar-cycles the weight of the guilt of all the research and the first preparations for some minor experiments seemed to bury him. On other solar-cycles Ratchet lived with the illusion that what he was working on was justified, it would end the war and that was all what mattered.
There had been a time when he had either felt one or the other extreme, everything in between seemed non-existent.
“Maybe it is.” Was the cryptic answer Ratchet gave. The medic wondered why he had even begun to talk to Wheeljack. Could it be that part of him wanted to confess what he was working on? Or was a different part of him seeking attention and praise for his dubious work?
It was a blessing that the battlefield provided him with a sheer endless supply of wounded soldiers he could examine and pick some he thought fitting for further procedures. All cloaked under the good name of a medic one could trust.
Right now everything was still in the first phase: minor adjustments, here and there some
re-programming, a few droplets of a new fluid which would restore ones energy faster, at least this was the explanation Ratchet gave to the handful of chosen ones.
The solar-cycles on which Ratchet had doubts about his own actions caused everything to go slow. Maybe it was better this way, after all it was preventing him from rushing, which would cause mistakes and that was something he couldn’t let happen. That would be too risky. His work had to be carried out in secret.
“But since no one will die … I guess it’s not as worse as what goes on behind these walls.” Ratchet turned his head towards Wheeljack, patiently waiting for him to return the look. “I’m certain I can end this war …”
He wanted to add something more but was at a loss for words. While he had spoken, the voice inside his head reminded him that no matter how successful his little project in the medical wand of the fortress was, he would still only collect a considerable amount of data from Autobots.
The key to enter phase two and carry out more in deep observations would be a Decepticon. But how could he convince anyone that they should capture one for him? This was a war where it was an unspoken rule to refrain from taking prisoners of war.
Wheeljack just looked at Ratchet with an indescribable expression but the sense of foreboding didn’t vanished.
Title: Make Love - Not War
Fandom: Transformers (general all media types)
Rating/Warnings: Mature <- because general war setting and (non-graphic mentions of) dubious studies and medical experiments | Don't interpret this wrong - for further information please read AN
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Ratchet comes up with a solution to end the war.
[AN: I know this might give off highly questionable vibes and that was intentionally. Yet, he has good intentions and there is no off-screen violence or deaths. Think of this all as back in the old days of medicine where you had to do shady stuff to get the desired results.
Takes place in a general Cybertronian war AU I've scribbled down weeks ago.]
“I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.”
Wheeljack side-glanced at Ratchet with a worried expression. Since around two deca-cycles Ratchet was acting weird. It had began with him either reading whatever it was on his data-pad and making sure Wheeljack didn’t caught a glimpse at the screen. Then the medic had spent considerable time with writing whatever it was, once
more acting as if he was working on some top-secret project.
Whenever he was not needed Ratchet tried to find excuses to be alone. Primus knew what he was working on. In the beginning Wheeljack hadn’t thought much about it but the more time passed, the less time Ratchet spent around his friends and seemed to only live for whatever it was, that was occupying his mind.
It was one of the rare occasions Ratchet had decided to spent some time with Wheeljack. They sat in a room located in the lesser frequented area of the fortress, which had been previously used a storage area but had suffered major destruction in the past and had underwent just basic reparations to prevent this part of the fortress to collapse should it ever be attacked again. Sure, it wasn’t the safest place to be, but it was the only one where they could be alone, since hardly anyone came here, besides from the daily inspection and this had been several mega-cycles ago.
Until a couple of astro-minutes, it had been like in the old days but then Ratchet had fallen silent, the indescribable expression on his face Wheeljack had seen countless times in the last deca-cycles which indicated that Ratchet was back in his own world, which was only present in his memory bank.
Wheeljack was unsure if he should reply anything to Ratchet’s remark or just pretend that he hadn’t heard him talking to himself. It was obvious that he hadn’t directed his cryptic message towards him, since Ratchet hadn’t looked at him, instead his optics were examining the wall, as if there was something interesting to be found.
Instead of uttering any word Wheeljack simply held his empty Energon cube and continued to gaze at Ratchet out of the corner of his optics. Wheeljack flinched in surprise, when Ratchet asked him why he was so silent. It was only then, that the medic turned his head towards Wheeljack.
“Didn’t realized you’ve been talking to me.” Wheeljack stated truthfully.
Astro-seconds of awkward silence passed, until Ratchet’s voice broke it.
“There are moments when I’m scared of my own thoughts.” Wheeljack shivered, unable to look at his friend after this statement.
“It all started when I suddenly remembered a saying I have read a long time ago. I thought to myself, how wonderful it would be if this saying could be taken literally. It would end the war. If this saying becomes reality we can finally lay down the weapons and look forward to a life in peace times.”
Ratchet made a pause, carefully practicing his next sentences. Wheeljack would be scared of what went on in his head and even more of what he had already done, how he had violated the oat all medics have sworn.
“Ratchet, you phrase it like whatever went through your memory bank is worse than what goes on beyond the wall of the fortress.” Wheeljack worried, while he added a nervous laugh, since part of him wondered what Ratchet was working on in secret and out of the blue he had awful mental images.
On some solar-cycles the weight of the guilt of all the research and the first preparations for some minor experiments seemed to bury him. On other solar-cycles Ratchet lived with the illusion that what he was working on was justified, it would end the war and that was all what mattered.
There had been a time when he had either felt one or the other extreme, everything in between seemed non-existent.
“Maybe it is.” Was the cryptic answer Ratchet gave. The medic wondered why he had even begun to talk to Wheeljack. Could it be that part of him wanted to confess what he was working on? Or was a different part of him seeking attention and praise for his dubious work?
It was a blessing that the battlefield provided him with a sheer endless supply of wounded soldiers he could examine and pick some he thought fitting for further procedures. All cloaked under the good name of a medic one could trust.
Right now everything was still in the first phase: minor adjustments, here and there some
re-programming, a few droplets of a new fluid which would restore ones energy faster, at least this was the explanation Ratchet gave to the handful of chosen ones.
The solar-cycles on which Ratchet had doubts about his own actions caused everything to go slow. Maybe it was better this way, after all it was preventing him from rushing, which would cause mistakes and that was something he couldn’t let happen. That would be too risky. His work had to be carried out in secret.
“But since no one will die … I guess it’s not as worse as what goes on behind these walls.” Ratchet turned his head towards Wheeljack, patiently waiting for him to return the look. “I’m certain I can end this war …”
He wanted to add something more but was at a loss for words. While he had spoken, the voice inside his head reminded him that no matter how successful his little project in the medical wand of the fortress was, he would still only collect a considerable amount of data from Autobots.
The key to enter phase two and carry out more in deep observations would be a Decepticon. But how could he convince anyone that they should capture one for him? This was a war where it was an unspoken rule to refrain from taking prisoners of war.
Wheeljack just looked at Ratchet with an indescribable expression but the sense of foreboding didn’t vanished.
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PS: the title gives a hint at what he is working on.