The ferocious medic stalks his prey....

[sword_redemption]

Who: IDW!Drift and Prime!Ratchet
Where: In the Junkpile. The lonely, angsty Junkpile
What: A real medic berates checks over Drift
When:  Post this , thanks to like_a_bossbot  for the teensy threadjack
Warnings: Drift's an idiot.


It would be nice to know, at least, if he wasn't contagious.  Then, at least, he could stop worrying about Wing.  Though, if Drift were being completely honest with himself, he wasn't looking forward to a visit from Ratchet.

Sure, this wasn't his Ratchet, but they were similar in a lot of ways. Especially the gruff, pushy, slightly scary ways.  

Ratchet needed to lighten up. Positive energy! That's what they needed.  

He could use that advice himself.  Right. Positive energy. Optimism. He's got this.

He..hopes he continues to 'got this' as he waits for the other's arrival. 

There's no use running from Ratchets.  He's learned that much.

Comments

[docbot]

No, it doesn't look like that's going to be the case.

"He lost his hands, and you're standing here, telling me with a straight face that by his efforts alone, this disease is going to be cured."

Drift, if you weren't so ill, Ratchet would have already beat you with a wrench several times over. As it is, he's extremely unimpressed.

"I need you to get this into your head, mech. No matter what the circumstances were where you came from, if you feel like you're in need of medical help at all, no matter how inconsequential it may be, you come to me. I will never be too busy and you will never be a burden."

Ratchet's hands have clenched into fists at his sides unconsciously from the fury of his emotion. He wants, no, needs you to take this to heart, Drift.

[sword_redemption]

You see? There you go with that weird medic logic your kind uses.

"He, uh, he lets me help. Sometimes." Except when he kicks Drift out and Drift wanders the Junk Pile, 4ever alone. "And Liege loaned him an Acolyte."

The wrench-smacking might actually be called for at some point. Ask Wing how he finally got through to Drift.

He twitches, because, well, Ratchet sounds pretty angry.

"I will. But...where are you? I mean. You don't normally haunt the Junk Pile, do you?" Because he's looking around and he doesn't see a MARB.

[docbot]

It's sort of helpful for things like diagnosing illnesses and stuff too!

"Mmhm." Ratchet sets his jaw and crosses his (still fisted) hands over his chest. "I'm staying in Solus's Temple at the moment. It's quiet and safe, and she's been quite accommodating. You could probably move in with your own FirstForged, if you chose." He pauses, then scratches his head. "Alternately, I suppose you could even come to the Temple. I know I'd like to keep a better eye on you..."

The hope is that by giving Drift a more distasteful choice (aka: moving in with his medic), Ratchet can get him to at least agree to live somewhere with four walls and a roof.

[sword_redemption]

Does it scare the germs away or something?

Wow, Ratchet, there's a tempting choice. Move in with you and a probably crazy female or...something else.

He'll take option B. Besides, he doesn't really do 'quiet and safe'.

"...I think maybe Pharma needs me."

[docbot]

Yes always

"Right. Your handless medic friend."

Ratchet hums thoughfully, suppressing a smug grin in favour of continuing to look serious and professional.

"Well!" He straightens, claps his hands together. "That sounds like an adequate arrangement for the time being!"

There's a bit of fang to his grin as he claps Drift on the shoulder, but it's not aggressive as much as it is a tiny reminder of a threat as he says, "I'll work on the sample I took to see if I can figure out a cure, but for now, I think we're done here."

[sword_redemption]

"He has an acolyte of Liege's." Who is, not gonna lie, a little creepy. "And a krazy straw." That? That's all Drift so the krazy straw is clearly in the 'big tick' category.

Why does that smile seem scarier than if Ratchet had frowned? It's like Ratchet's emotion settings are just a little bit off.

He nods, flinching, expecting the hand on his shoulder to squeeze harder. "I really appreciate it, Ratchet." Despite the fact you scare the slag out of him.

[docbot]

"A ... krazy straw?" Ratchet doesn't seem to impressed by that particular revelation, but maybe it does have some importance. Or not. "Never mind. Given my, ah, peer's situation, perhaps it's best that I don't know the details."

Ratchet's emotional settings are fine-tuned in such a way as to inspire as much fear-of-the-medic (and cooperation) in his patients as possible. And he's had a lot of time to practice. His goodbye nod is similarly gentle in a vaguely terrifying way.

"Not a problem, Drift." He lets go of the other mech and steps back. "It was good to meet you."

[sword_redemption]

Don't diss Drift's contribution, Ratchet. He looked hard for that straw.

"So he can refuel himself. Without, you know, well...he didn't like me having to feed him."

You can imagine, if you've met Pharma, how fun that's been.