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.

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[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.