Pre-War G1-Megatron, Ratchet-A Simple Chat

Rating T for Megatron cussing.

He didn't believe in tales of being that would come from the Well to help even the most cryptic of sparks. Being a miner with a temper that was known to smash a few helms in, he was sure he wasn't on the first to get saved list. He was also sure he would have won that bar fight if the damn officers wouldn't have interfered and knocked him out.

"Fragging pit!"

His helm hurt, then he remembered getting hit with a steel chair.

"Easy, you got hit pretty hard."

His optics snapped on to met a crystal optics framed by a white helm with a grey chevron, the lights behind the new bot created a glowing effect around the face as full lips held onto a frown that looked more like a pout.

Megatron raised on optic ridge, either he was dead and this was the being that was unlucky enough to drag his frame to be judged or he managed to made it to a prostibot inn and past out…again…

"Your in a hospital."

Or he could be in a hospital…again…

The face moved away and he was able to sit up, rubbing the back of his helm as he finally got a good look at the mech that woke him up, yep, there was the red crosses on his shoulders that matched the coloring of what his carrier once called sparkling baring hips and slender digits that were the trademark of a medic. A white chassis that seemed better fit for a femme with a slim waist-and now he was being hit with a wrench.

"I don't like being stared at!"

The miner fell back, "What the pit!" He now sported a dent in his helm as the small mech glared at him, "Crazy aft medic!"

A huff and the mech crossed his arms, "Now I got to fix that, because of you and what seemed to be the entire bar had to get fixed, I was up through the entire recharge cycle and all my workers had to leave."

The grey mech snorted, "If they work for you why did you let them go?"

A deep intake and the medic turned around with some kind of medical equipment, "Because this is a free clinic and most of them are volunteers training for their medicals."

"…We have a free clinic?"

A light chuckle as the soft taps of white pedes hitting the ground, "You do now, just moved here and have been packed ever since, suppose it's the free clinic thing."

Megatron kept himself from nodding as the small mech went to pop the dent out, "Should be, most here that only get medical work done are the higher ups and the bosses don't care if we small bots get hurt or damaged as long as the work gets done. Why spend the credits for an ill mech when you can let him fall and replace him with a new one."

He ignored the gentle flutter of red digits across his helm, it wasn't often that experienced a gentle touch, so he didn't trust it when he felt it, "By the way, name's Megatron."

"I know who you are, had to get you files to fix all the other damages to your systems but out of courtesy, I am Ratchet." The servos were removed now and he was heading back to the cabinet, "And all of that is why I am here, my creator was a medic…but…I watched him ignore all those that could be saved…should have been, he figured that the best way to get the fame he craved was by healing those wealthy enough to get him noticed. He spent so much time trying to be something he wasn't that he forgot the main thing about being a medic, the patient always comes first. No matter the injury or the social standard, one must always give their all to save those they are hurt. Ironic really," he glanced back at the patient, "it was because of the fame he strove for that he was killed and the money he got…I used for my education and the rest went into this building…"

"To help those he over looked?"

"To help those because it is my spark that demands it."

The miner stood off the medical berth, "So what keeps you from following his steps, being a medic himself, didn't he train you?"

A light laugh, "Oh, I was sparked out of bond lock, my Carrier raised me on his own. When my Creator passed away to the Well, I was paid not to come out about being his kid…seeing that I wasn't going to win anything if I took it to court, I accepted."

Ratchet chuckled, "Want to know what's really funny, his kids expected to get everything but when all those cases came out about his past patients that died under his care. Their families sued and they were left with nothing."

Megatron let out a bark of laughter, "Pricks probably deserved it," he shook his helm from the amusement of it all, "You're my kind of medic."

The white mech just smiled, "Even so, try not to end up here to often, as much as I want to help, I got enough on my plate."

"You got it Doc," the miner walked over and threw an arm over the small medic, "I think we are going to be friends for a long time."

"Meaning, it won't be long till your back in here."

"Yep and I might bring some others with me!"

"Joy…"

-I have no idea why I wrote this. I figured miners get hurt often but were probably paid little if they were even paid at all so they could go to the doctor. So that brought up the idea of the free clinic and the idea of those two knowing each other. The rest about Ratchet's past…I have no clue where it came from. I like the idea of those two knowing each other in the past.-