thisavrou_log | [closed] epic sax guy 10 hours

Who: riptide and ratchet also maybe others later
When: on the 5th, after tarn took a giant dump on riptide on the 1st
Where: mediaby
What: emotions
Warnings: sappy robot bullshit

[riptide wasn't sure what he'd wake up to. part of him had expected the inside of a cryo tube again, but he knew he wouldn't be that lucky. everything still hurts, a dull ache indicative of painkillers present somewhere. his single functioning optic struggles to focus, showing double for a few moments. it takes a lot of effort for him to even turn his head to look around.

bugger all on one side. sleeping medic on the other. ratchet's got his arms crossed, head resting on them. riptide squints.

guess he got here somehow. he doesn't remember, and frowning in thought hurts. goddamnit, tarn.

before he slowly flexes and bends his arm, riptide tries to speak to get ratchet's attention. nothing comes out except a soft hiss. he was lucky this time; tarn didn't crush either of his arms. reaching up and tapping the middle of ratchet's chevron with his finger isn't too hard.]

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Stay.

[riptide considers letting himself fall asleep again, before:] Tarn!

[yeah good job remembering.]

W-where is he?!

Not here. Shhhh.

[He smooths carefully over Riptide's helm, pressing him down.]

Recharge, Riptide. Doctor's orders, okay?

I don't w-want to. Not when... he's around.

[he snorts bitterly.]

Wanted to ruh-- run from him too.

That's the sensible response to Tarn, Riptide. I'm right here.

[His claw cups the back of Riptide's helm gently.]

Nothing's going to happen to you now. I've got you.

I think he's... snapped.

[he leans into it, dimming his optic and trying not to have a complete panic attack u know u know]

W-wasn't talking sense anymore.

I see. You can tell me what he said, if you want, but you don't need to talk about it if you'd rather not.

[Ratchet's clawtips move steadily along Riptide's back, rubbing in soothing little circles.]

But you're safe here, Riptide. I promise.

I d-don't remember it... all, but he thinks I di...did Rav--Ravage on purpose.

[riptide was more offended on ravage's part, to be honest.]

No. Be r-realistic. Tarn is dangeruh-- dangerous when he's not, uh. Insane.

[Ratchet curses softly, gathering Riptide a little closer.]

Damn it. Look--Riptide, you need your rest to heal properly. Please.

C-can you stop... brain activity?

[he warms up, gripping ratchet like a damn life line.]

Don't want to dr-dream.

No, I am not turning your brain off, Riptide.

[He holds Riptide right back, though.]

I can give you a sedative, though. Do you remember having bad dreams?

Mmmm.

Of the other D-DJD shuh...showing up.

Okay. It's okay.

[His claw closes briefly on Riptide's shoulder.]

No dreams. Promise.

Thanks.

[he still doesn't really want to drop off, though. he doesn't like sleeping so much.]

Y-you said... it was close. Are yuh...you okay?

I wasn't the one half-wrecked by a lunatic.

I'm fine, Riptide.

Not what I meant.

[he reaches out and flicks ratchet's nose lightly.]

You kn-know that.

[Ratchet's optics brighten a little and he laughs, short and soft, catching Riptide's hand and holding it with one claw.]

That--that makes it better. That makes it okay.

[His neck curves down, pressing his forehelm briefly to Riptide's fingers before he lets go, his optics a little overbright as he eases back against the headboard of the slab.]

Does it?

[riptide watches ratchet's face for a long moment before deciding he doesn't want to press.]

I s-still have... a lot of questions! [he plaps his hands off ratchet's chest a little.] D-did Rah--Ravage arrive for real? Or d-did I dream that?

Yeah. Yeah, it does.

[Ratchet nods.]

Ravage is here--you didn't dream it. He remembers what happened. He knows.

[riptide's expression is unreadable for a few moments, then he squeezes his optics shut like someone just punched him.]

S-Swerve!

Riptide, I need you to relax. Your spark was jumped recently, just--it's okay. Swerve is upset, but it'll be all right. Okay? Just, please.

I c-- I ca-- I r-remember why I wanted to go!

[HE'S NOT CALMING DOWN JUST SHOVE SOME MORPHINE INTO HIS EYE OR SOMETHING]

Skids! I k... I killed Skids!

[Ratchet gathers Riptide up, holding onto his shoulders, one claw pressed to his back.]

Riptide. No. Look at me, please.

[his venting is quick and shallow and he ignores ratchet, curling in on himself. his entire fram is shaking with sobs.]

Nnn-- no! Y-you need to fix me so I can go!

You aren't going anywhere.

[Ratchet wraps his arms tighter around Riptide's shoulders, holding Riptide against his windscreen as his tanks churn, his helm leaning down against Riptide's.]

We lost Ravage. We lost Skids. [His voice crackles a little, raw with static.] I'm not losing anyone else. I can't.

[he stays against ratchet's chest, lacking the energy to push himself away. he makes a small attempt but just ends up pawing at ratchet's side, gives up and lets his arm drop down.

he exhausts himself and goes quiet and limp in ratchet's arms, watching the yellow light strands curl slowly down to the slab.]

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