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DRAtchet week 2022 Day 5: Scared Hands/Night Full of Memories.

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Ratchet goes to get refills and finds himself in a rough situation.

Warning for minor violence, suicidal behavior, and circular debt habbits . There's also a lot of thoughts of worthless and thinking of being thrown out.

Ratchet shuts down as he his gutted for parts, and sometimes Deadlock's actions are interpreted as threatening even if they're not.

He has start finding work soon. Once he had paid his debt Ratchet was sure it would be eaiser to make a living. He never accounted for Oilslick to blacklist him from getting hire, for all government contracts to suddenly be outbid. For the hit. He managed to get a loan to return the money Deadlock had given him, but he hasn't been able to get work.

Ratchet was walking to the refill station on the outskirt of the city. One hand holding the canister, while he sets his other hold the generator for his house. It is a rather safe street, since cops would patrol the area for poochers trying to rob from the facility.

Or it was supposed to be. Walking the normal path, Ratchet notes how there's no one here. No shops, no cops and no mechs sleeping outside. The air is too still and the only light illuminates the street is the refinery. All of should have made him scared, but he wasn't, and maybe that's why he was unprepared.

Making it to the front gate, he is stopped by a detour sign. It is not much of a problem, until four vehicles surround him from behind. He wouldn't be able to pull back, two of the others block the new route. The others then transform back to their root forms and approach him.

They don't say anything to him. The two alts come closer, the others also get near. They're going to corner him. There is no questions, whatever they want from him they're going to force him to give it. There is no compromises, and all he can do is lie down and give it.

They rush him, pinning Ratchet to the chain fence. His debts are due. They pry open his frame. They gut him open. Cut out wires and yank out all of his redundant pieces. Spare parts, they're harvesting his spare parts. The only thing he ever had of value.

It was the reason he was created.

The cog in his arm is torn off. Then they cut off his right hand. With a blade made of plasma light, it will make it a clean cut. No blood will drip off and he will heal fast. In exchange, it is the most unbearable pain imaginable. Like the sweltering acid of the waste dumps, so much pain that his frame relates. Without much thought Ratchet manages to knock back one of the harvesters.

What did that get him? Another torn off armor part and a broken ped. What would Deadlock think, knowing that he is a coward.

Every thought is shattered as they hold out his functional hand. Line it up against the metal pole. One of them pulls out a dent remover mallet, and swings.

They crushed it. Every pulley, cog, circuit board fritz. The exoskeleton shatters into a million pieces. Ratchet could never undo the damage that was done to his hand. Even if by some miracle, he linked all parts together. It will always carry a scar.

Once they leave, he walks all the way back. He didn't get the damn fuel, he won't have any power for his home. He is worth less than he had when under his servitude. Now he isn't woth being spare parts.

He got of debut, and what the world gave him is scared hands.

Ratchet had no idea how long it was. He was wondering, halting, and using his time. Going home wasn't going to happen. He never deserve to own it. He doesn't want to go to Deadlock's, but he has to. The bot deserves to know Ratchet is valueless.

Opening the lock hurt. Hurt in more ways than just physical. Shame runs through his frame as he caught Deadlock on the couch. It's over. He'll take the home and leave him out in the street . He deserves nothing less.

"What happened?" He's fuming, looking at Ratchet should make him angry, it was expected. Deadlock stocks forward, cornering him to the wall next to the door. Taking the handle away from his broken hand. He steadies himself for when Deadlock throws him out. "Ratchet what happened?"

He doesn't answer. If he can prolonging speaking, the more he gets be here. Then a sting jolts on his hand, looking down he sees claws hold him. He's trying to be gentle but that just make the pain worse.

"Ratchet." He's stern, pulling the hand to examine the damage. The crushed wires, the twisted fingers going in the opposite direction and the oozing blood coming out of the seams. The pain is dull compared to the shame of being scolded.

Ratchet just shakes his head. He can't talk, he doesn't want to. Telling Deadlock anything will get him to kick him out faster. Since he already is a coward, he can take one thing. Before Deadlock can react, he rushes him for a hug.

That opens the last of the cleansing fuild and cries. All of the tears flow down his face and he lets himself break. No he already is broken, worthless and soon to be disposed. What difference will it make if the last mech who will see him, remembers him now. A worthless coward. "Would it be okay if I can rest my head like this a little bit longer..."

"Ratchet..." to his surprise, Deadlock holds them closer. Tightening the grip, holding him like he never wants to let go. "Take all the time in the world." They stay like that. The first sun comes peeking out from the only window of the apartment. Golden light shines into his worn out eyes, finally setting them to close.

Warm, this is the last time Ratchet will ever feel like this. Once he wakes up and explains himself, the offer will be returned. Deadlock will throw him out and he will deserve it. Because he is worthless.

A forged mech to hold redundant pieces. To keep spare parts in working order for when real medics need them to fix patients worth their fuel. Now he has no parts left, and no one will give him more. Who would store valuable peices with a broken bot with scared hands.

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"Ratchet..." there is a gentle caress on his face. "Hey." The voice is guffaw but still kind. "C'mon Ratchet, I need ya to get up." He isn't angry but he should have been. With all the strength he can spark Ratchet sits up from where his head was laying.

Being more aware of his surroundings, he can figure out that he was sleeping on top of Deadlock. Resting his head right on his shoulder where he set it down when he got here. Embarrassed by it all he sets himself aside and waits for Deadlock to get off the bed.

"I'm sorry." He says. His hand fritz again and he tries to soothe himself by placing it in between his thighs. "I should go." Ratchet puts the key to the apartment on the drawers next to him as he avoids looking at him. "I'll pass by to drop off the key to the house when you're at work. So you won't have to see me. All of my stuff will be out before then."

"What?" He hears Deadlock's vents whirl in anger. "Ratchet what are you talking about?" He blocks the door. Ratchet just stays in the spot of the bed, avoiding to make any eye contact with him. He's going to scold him, better to just let him get it all out and leave when it's over. "You're not going to go out there. Not in the middle of the night with injuries like those."

"Oh..." keeping his head down, Ratchet still stays in his place.

"Ohhh?!" Deadlock's field flicks towards him ferociously. "You come here with missing limbs and broken armor. And all you say to me is 'Oh!!!' Primus Ratch I was scared all of yesterday think your injuries were going to kill you. You can at least explain yourself." He moves closer, but at least has the kindness to not force them to look at each other.

"I was out to the refinery to get more energon and to refill my generator for the house. When some bots cornered me and took some parts."

"What else."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm asking you to give me more information." Right, it makes since that Deadlock would want to know if they would target him next.

"I was late on my payment so they came to collect. I'll get it all sorted so you won't be involved."

"Payment, what payment? Why didn't you tell me that you owed money?"

"I used it to pay you back. For buying the house. I couldn't just keep it for free and frankly I don't need to tell you anything." Well except for now, now that there is a chance he could be next. "I asked Lockdown for a loan and all I had of value was my parts." At the name Deadlock's microphone fins perk up. He's probably scared about him. "Look, I'll deal with it. So you won't be caught up in all of this mess and you can forget all about me."

That hurt to say, it hurt much more than thinking about Deadlock throwing him out. His thoat starts to swell and if he had more tears he would be crying.

"Damnnit Ratchet." His face is grabbed by both of Deadlock's and he is forced to look at him. "You need to get your head out of your aft and talk to me. Really talk to me this time."

"I know we're finished. So don't worry about anything else and just let me fix my own mess." Damn why did this crapshoot apartment only have one window. "And you can just lay here and wait til the Decepticons call you back, okay. I know you left your position for me, but I'll get it back for you."

"Who said that I wanted to end things with you?"

"Don't be stupid." If Ratchet still has functioning hands he would be jestering at himself. "Look at me. I'm not even worth spare parts. Who could want a mech with a broken frame?" He can feel Deadlock's field filled with agitation, good. If Ratchet can provoke him enough to ask him to leave the faster he can untangle him from his mess.

"I don't hear where you got the idea I don't want you."

"A mech who can't fulfill any function is a burden. Everyone knows that." Ratchet pulls his face out of the hold. Getting up now ready to leave. If this doesn't get Deadlock angry, then it will at least get Ratchet out the door to cut contract.

He feels the other bot grab his broken hand. Ratchet braces himself for the blow. "Don't talk functionist scrap to me. I want an answer for why you think I want to break up?" Deadlock stands up to follow him. Without his other arm Ratchet can't open the door to leave. In a desperate move he tries to kick the door open with his working ped.

"It's so obvious." Why is this door so strong. "I'm nothing but a coward and a liar. A standard looking medic but I was never even one. All that I am is a walking scrap yard made to hold parts for when real medics need them." Finally Ratchet has enough and turns around to look Deadlock right in the eyes. "I have never been a real doctor." There, let's see how he deals with the truth.

Deadlock pins his broken hand to the door. He uses his other hand to hold his leg and has his fang right on major fuel lines. Good he's going to kill him. Ratchet is face to face with death and some part of him is relieved it's going to be Deadlock who does it. "I still haven't heard a real reason. So I'm going to hold you right here until you can say you want us to break up."

"What?"

"I said that until you say that you want to end our relationship. I'm not letting either one of us leave."

"You're going to get desperate for fuel eventually." Ratchet aims Deadlock's fang on the fuel line more closely. "When that happens you won't care how you get it." If that happens Deadlock will cut the line ending Ratchet's life. Fine by him, although he no longer has parts the mech could sell off.

"Primus if you weren't being so ridiculous right now. I would say that your anger is so hot."

"Yeah which part seems silly to you?"

"The telling me that I want to end our relationship even though you can't admit that you care about me. I should spend this time to list off all the ways I find you irresistible but you would find a reason to dismiss it."

"You mean dismantle it with facts and logic."

"Ugh. Don't say things like that. It's such a boner killer."

"I'm trying to get you to understand that fighting for me isn't worth it and all you have to tell me is that I'm running the mood."

"I'm trying to tell you that you are worth the fight and here you are not believing me. Even though I already said that if you can honestly say you want to end our relationship I'll let you leave."

"I can't tell a lie."

"You just told me your a liar."

"Telling a lie and not saying the truth makes someone a liar."

"There you go again, killing my boner. Primus Ratchet stop being so stubborn and let me help you."

If Deadlock thinks he can get Ratchet to change his mind by subjecting him to crude humor. Then he's just going to stay silent until he gets hungry enough to eat the fuel from his throat.

"Really the silent treatment?!" He can feel the mech rolling his eyes. "Well if your not going to use your pretty lips for anything I will." Ratchet gets no time to respond as Deadlock lets his fang off his throat and kisses him. Their unrestrained and deep. He pushes his tongue pass the teeth to the back of his mouth. Licking up all the oral fuild gathering at the base his mouth.

It's all so gross, but also it makes his valve tingle. Something in the mood shifts again and Ratchet finds the threatening of pinning him to the door more desirable. This is truly a messy situation, and not romantic in the slightest. However, a brief unnoticed moment goes by and Ratchet finds himself kissing back.

"Tell me you want this to stop." Deadlock whines as he pulls away from the kiss. "Tell me to go away and never find you and I will." He switchs to giving him soft chastened kisses on Ratchet's face. "Tell me..."

"I don't know why you want me to stay."

"Because you're beautiful."

"I'm generic, you would be able to find a bot like me in seconds."

"There is no bot like you. Your kindness is not like others."

"All I do is bring trouble."

"I was Decepticon high command I can handle trouble."

"I have a bad temper."

"I also see your passion. Good and bad I want it all."

"And I'm a coward. I won't stand up and fight."

"You fight mechs to help them. Anything else I will handle." Deadlock went back to kissing his lips. "Tonight let's make a night full of memories."

"Okay." Ratchet thinks that this will be the fastest way. This time Deadlock will be dead asleep and he can sneak out. Let him have one good thing.

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