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A mashup of IDW and Seige canon of Ratchet and Deadlock, meet and run his underground asylum.

Based on Dialogue trees you get from Futomimi and Sakagahi, when you do the Aferlife Bell quest in SMT Nocturne.

For Ratchlock day.

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There's a stain shaped like a human.

Work hard, do your best, and eventually you'll get somewhere.

When Ratchet transferred from the highest ranked schooling from Vaporex to the political charged state of Iacon, he expected pointed comments. He expected turned up faces. What he didn't know was how much he would be pushed into being an engineer.

Sure he has some skill in the field, many of his professors have left comments on it but never has he imagined being one. However, Ratchet found that his study to become a medic was going nowhere. Everywhere he went all of the classes would refuse his application, but he didn't give up.

If he wasn't going to be an official student he could still go to classes. When other mechs would sneak out or skip lectures he would slip in. Medic trainees would pay him to do their homework and he took it. All this hard work pays off, he gets the top scores, his engineering career is going well too. When his colleagues get hurt he can repair them better than the campus doctors. Then he graduated...

He gets hired to work on ground bridge operations. It doesn't excite him but it was honest work, and he could save enough money to carry equipment for a first aid kit. Once he was shipped off to the outskirts of the Dead End, that's where he finds his calling.

Since all fast travel in the area was decommissioned, Ratchet was forced to drive out to all locations. It wasn't too bad, but since he was the only one willing to do this job he was on his own. That's when he sees in person just how much Cybertron has abandon.

Streets filled with broken mechs and ruined buildings. There's no hope here, and his white paint lights up against the ash filled air, stains the vision of the city. It was silent until a siren went off in the distance. Despite him knowing the police's pensions for brutality, seeing it with his own eyes still frighten him.

"You're going to be okay." He hears a bot the panic in his voice. "Just hang in there, I'm going to get you help. Just hold on." Ratchet makes it to the voice. It was two bots in the middle of the road, both covered in blood. However, one person is down, closer to death.

"I don't think I can...", said bot also coughs up more blood. "Just wait for me to pass on. Then you can scavenge my parts."

"It's not fair." The mech brakes eye contact, looking to the sky. Then he looks towards the siren lights driving away. "They killed the wrong bot..."

"Let me try to help." Ratchet walks up to two mechs. The back mind is yelling at him, he's a ground bridge operator, an engineer, never even picked ot study medic. He can't do this, but he also can't stand here doing nothing. "I can't promise anything, but please I want to help."

They both look at him with a befuddled faces. He knows they shouldn't trust him but something must have broken because they allow him to help. They let him operate, and by the end of it all they thanked him, and for the first time since he left his home village, he felt proud of himself.

That's when Ratchet knew the direction of where is life is going. He would make money fixing and maintaining public works, taking other jobs, and making as much money as he could to build a clinc. He set it up in the center of Dead End, chosen it to give it resistance the fastest access to him. He worked himself tirelessly between these jobs and for the first time in his life. He managed to find success and happiness.

Do you think my life was a success?

Yes

>No

I see... yeah you might be right.

Just when I thought I achieved happiness, my fortune collapsed like a house of cards.

Then the outside world gotten word about it. The Senate at first only saw the healing of Dead End's bots. That they would start to walk around and they would fix the left over peices of the city. Had enough energy to walk around and wanted to start working.

However, Ratchet soon discovered that this was unwanted. That if Dead End successfully pulled itself together and made it possible to be something, then the fundamental ideology of Functionism would be thrown into question. If that where to happen, what other mechs would go against the class systems set forward by them.

It couldn't stand, so they made sure it didn't, and so they set off a bomb. Framed as an accident during transit from the military bases, they had approved of it being set off. Then they approved of some police officers to do a quick sweep of firing rounds to hit what remained. They're mission wasn't to kill anyone but if the managed too, it wasn't seen as a bad thing.

At the time Ratchet was sent off planet to see if he could assist in fixing a space bridge from Lunar-2 to Tyger Pax. Of course when it played on the news he tried to ground bridge there, but couldn't. His first transporters where destroyed, when he did get back, his clinc as well. Then when he made it home, his house was raided too.

Nothing made him feel so powerless than when he was stopped at the front door. A mech had pinned him against the wall of his assigned room and warned him away from returning to Dead End. That if they found out he went back he wouldn't be able to keep his face.

Worse was when the said mech had his hands wonder all over his body, and said next time he gets sent out he has permission to do as he pleases with him. Ratchet also finds all of his funds were frozen out, and when he does get access to them all of the money had disappeared.

You should be careful. You never know what tomorrow may bring...

After all of that, Ratchet still tries to help. He still returns to assist all the mechs of the city. They still look at him with hopefully eyes, but understanding that they could never crawl out by their own strength. Many where mad at him for even letting them entertain the idea. Others where mad for him, after all it was one thing to steal from bots with nothing on them. It was another to kick the bot who tries to give a hand to someone who needs it.

Most bots however, joined the Decepticons. They believed that if the government had been threatened by their peaceful solution then they would coware at their revolution. All of this would lead to their planet dying, not that the blame could be one sided. The Senate and later the Autobots would fight them to standstill.

Ratchet would find himself in the middle of it. At first he tried to stay neutral but the bots of Dead End where quick to bring up the attack. Then it was shaking down his person and finally braking into his home and ransacking his equipment.

Traitor was branded on his door, then on his frame. When Ratchet returned to work with a still orange smelter on his left hip, his friend Wheeljack, help him join the Autobots. For a time he was safe, the squad he joined even allowed him to repair any bot whom he wanted, even Decepticons were allowed to be fixed.

Do you think my life was a success?

>Yes

That's what everybody else thought, too.

...until that one day.

That was until a superior officer had came down for a vist. When they saw Ratchet repair two mechs with purple badges, they made it clear to him this would stop. If he gets caught again they would charge him with treason and he would be place on the enemy list. That's when he knew he had to go.

Being a deserter was a lighter charge than being a traitor. With his life on the line again, Ratchet has to go, because he could never leave a bot to die. In his spark he could never leave a mech to die without trying. He gives Wheeljack his coordinates, he trust that mech to only uses it when absolutely necessary.

Or at least he did.

The next time he sees his former colleague the bot had brought in toe a former bailiff turned Assassin. They force Ratchet to hand over everything on his person. The bots he was traveling with where tied down and put into custody of the Prime.

For the first time in my life, I had the urge to kill.

He was left on the ground, one push away from the cliffside. Wheeljack had saved his life but at the freedom of others. That's when he tells him to never find him again. That if he truly is sorry, he would only give that location to mechs who need it. They both promised something that day and that would be the last time he would speak to him, or it seemed.

So much anger,

As the war went on, Ratchet would travel. He would make a portable ground bridge went to the next battlefields and collect both parts and bots left behind to die. Like a Grim Reaper, he walks the path of death. However, he wouldn't take life he would do his best to keep it.

Rumor about his presence as a super natural entity made it easier to avoid authority. Many bots who believed in apparitions would come with him quietly. When he repaired them all of them would stay by him. When two bots of different factions would meet, it was almost always up to him to keep them civil.

Then he ran into Deadlock. The bot he gained feelings for. At first he didn't recognize him, but in private the mech tells him about the time they first met. That he was standing in the middle of the road in his friend's arm about to die. Then he adimts about the time he almost turned him to Megatron.

But the only way he could place Deadlock to the incidents is when he spoke those words to him. "Come on Doc, don't think like that. Everyone has kindness in their hearts."

That's when Ratchet's spark drops. This was the mech who was sent to capture him. Who knew of his habit of helping injured bots and almost trapped him into the Decepticons. Whenever he looks at Deadlock now, all he sees is a bot who has changed course, and doesn't he deserve a chance at it.

Ratchet of course also has a bad habit of letting mechs who hurt him do it again. So they both come to an agreement, he repairs Deadlock and takes him to back. The mech agrees to help him out with his operations.

So that's what they did. Ratchet would travel around and Deadlock would follow in tow. Keeping him safe and holding down bots when their reflexes kicked in. Later when their party had gotten too big to travel around and the building became to full. Deadlock drove off without a word.

Weeks became months and when two years passed by the mech came back. He tells Ratchet that he managed to find a bombed down theater that still had functional power. It was large enough for housing and medical care. When he shows him Ratchet is so relieved that he kisses him on the spot.

Deadlock field goes haywire but he doesn't reject it. Instead he grabs Ratchet's frame and frags him hard and wild, places him on the stage. With his groveling voice yells into Ratchet's microphone pick ups that he can't wait when the crew comes in. That after a long shift of picking up bots and patching up frames they would do this again, and next time they will have an audience to perform for.

That was the only time they had. As most of it was being too exhausted with fixing the building. Making sure that it look destroyed from the outside, having to only fix the bottom floors without collapsing the building from the top proved to be difficult. Even with the mechs he saved helping out, many issuses of resources and planning was still too much to worry about.

So Deadlock planned to search again. He spends his last night just sitting next to Ratchet. Telling him not worry, and he will comm every day just to reassure him of his safety. Ratchet gives him his ground bridge. Tells him to come back immediately after he finds something he thinks will help and that he will pick up his calls even if he can't talk back.

That was the last time they speak together, because once Ratchet was properly situated he update Wheeljack of his location.

There's a stain shaped like a human.

That's when he finds Impactor and things spirals out of control. Between Wheeljack taking Optimus Prime here, their entourage raising tempers and talks about Megatron abuse of the Matrix. Ratchet has to leave.

Many of his mechs encourage him to stay. Prime has no power here and if they want his help he should force the Autobots to promise to leave them alone. He doesn't answer them, he knows Wheeljack has betrayed him before. That the army has force his hands, but something tells him complying is the best option.

He turns to Impactor, tells him to tell the bigger bots to take care of the sick. Ratchet knows that mech has turned himself around and regained his spark. So it comes to a surprise that the mech follows behind him. Defending him from Elita-One and even sacrificing his own frame by pulling his comm out.

They violated him and still Impactor smiles at him, stays with him and gives his life for him. He sees his spark give out, but never sees his new found love of life leave his body.

That mankin died. He died the instant he became human. You see humans cannot exist in the vortex world...

As he boards the Arc, Ratchet gets a call from Deadlock. When he reached to answer the distance is to far.

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porkcracker · 1 year

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Au-dventcalendar

"Advent Advent mein Soulmate brennt"

A Transformers Soulmate Adventcalendar

Day 2

Ship: Ratchet x Deadlock

AUs: First Words, Decepticons Win

Somehow during the ongoing days of the war Autobot medic Ratchet and Decepticon Deadlock have never spoken to each other. After the Decepticons win this changes.

A deep frown was clearly visible to any and all Decepticons walking past Ratchet's cell, not that it surprised any bot. The Autobots had lost in the most catastrophic way.

Optimus Prime was captured, and the few Autobots that had survived were also caught. The Autobot medic had been one of the last mechs captured, and while not a front fighter, the ambulance was still a capable mech. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived this long in this Primus forsaken war.

While various passing Decepticons tried to get a rise out of Ratchet, he simply continued to sit and frown. Unlike some of the younger and more reckless mechs, he preferred to have a plan before acting. It unsettled him to simply wait, but he knew that most of his comrades were offline, and wasn't that a painful thought? The young bots he had put back together so many times, simply gone and he knew should- no, when they escaped they would need a medic. So he had to wait, lie low, and make sure he was ready to assist whenever possible.

His forcefully optimistic planning was interrupted by another Decepticon stopping in front of his cell and spitting insults at him. For now, it was the worst thing that they had done to him, but Ratchet wasn't looking forward to finding out what else they would do to him. At least the insults were easy to ignore.

His thoughts were adequately distracted when a loud, frightened yelp drew his attention to the entrance of his cell again. His optics narrowing in confusion, he watched as the Decepticon insulting him was stared at by the shadow of a mech usually not found close to the direct front lines. Deadlocks' grip seemed to be tight, if the way that the Decepticon was squirming was an indicator, or maybe the intensity of his stare was responsible. Either way, the Decepticon squirmed in Deadlocks' grip as the mech seemed to quietly tell him something in an urgent tone. There were a few kliks of silence before the Decepticon nodded quickly and hurried off, throwing a short look over his shoulder before presumably leaving the hallway.

Deadlock turned towards him and, despite his previous thoughts, threw him a challenging look. Whatever the assassin was playing at, Ratchet wouldn't play along. They held optic contact for several kliks, before Deadlock simply turned around and left.

Ratchet continued to look for a couple of moments before turning away. That had been strange, and he didn't need anything strange on top of everything else.

It was quite satisfying to see the cause you have fought for millions of years finally defeat the enemy and be crowned the winner. In Lord Megatron's place, quite literally. Deadlock, even as one of the higher Decepticons, wasn't overly interested in theatrics like that.

As an assassin, he was always more comfortable keeping to the side, with a clear way to look around and plan. With Prime and the rest of the Autobots captured and secured, the next step in the plan was, surprisingly enough, a celebration. With no further fights to worry about, most Decepticons were in a good mood, even if some already missed the fighting.

Deadlock himself was looking forward to a break, but he knew that as long as all the Autobot prisoners were in the same place, he couldn't leave. The risk of a poorly thought-out plan backfiring on the Autobots was too high, and in the privacy of his processor, he could admit that the famed Autobot medic fascinated him.

The bot had graduated from Medical University with the best notes back on Cybertron, had been one of the few good medics that helped the poor, and, as far as Deadlock knew, had managed to survive the war without breaking his medic vow. To do so, one needed talent, dedication, and a strong belief, all of which the Decepticon could admire.

What made him the most curious, however, was the question of why he always seemed to gravitate towards the medic. And considering he had all the time in the world now, he intended to find out.

So, with one last look at the celebrating mechs, he slipped into the shadows and left the room, making his way towards the cells. As he stepped into the hallway housing Ratchet's cell, he noted the eery silence.

Almost every other Autobot seemed to always talk, complain, or just make noise, but not Ratchet. The medic was always quiet, never saying a word. Instead, he seemed to be waiting for something. As he came to a stop in front of the cell, Ratchet was already looking towards him, by now probably able to distinguish his steps from passing Decepticons.

Once in front of the cell, he turned to face the medic, crossing his arms in front of his chassis, Ratchet mirroring him inside the cell. They had met like this a couple of times before, both just standing and staring at each other, neither willing to speak first.

Deadlock was back, again. Ratchet started to get more annoyed than concerned each time the assassin came to his cell simply to stare at him like he was some kind of mechanimal. Thus far, he had calmed himself inwardly while just staring back at the Decepticon, but with each visit, his annoyance grew stronger.

Considering Deadlock was one of the more important Decepticons, one would assume he wouldn't have time to stand around in a hallway all the time. On the other hand, with the war being over, maybe there was just nothing else to do. What a depressing thought—a four-million year war and the winning side, Ratchet grumbled at the admission, having nothing else to do but stare at prisoners.

A chuckle informed him that the mech in question had arrived already and was laughing at him. With his nerves on end, his annoyance rising, and his mood more than ruined, Ratchet couldn't help himself and snapped at the assassin: "Frag off, Deadlock." The assassin opened his mouth and froze, before slowly tilting his head to the side. With the war over, Deadlock had been thinking about looking for his soulmate, but with an angry medic sitting in front of him and the words etched into his wrist burning, it seemed like he wouldn't need to do that anymore. That explains his fascination, at least, he assumed. A smirk grew on his faceplate as he focused back on Ratchet. "Oh, now this is interesting." The rapid change of emotions on his soulmate's face was hilarious to watch. Years of trained self-control and shock were the only things keeping Ratchet from blue-screening completely as he stared at his apparent soulmate. The burning of the etched words makes it impossible to fake and Primus. What did he do to deserve this?

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