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Years ago... The old tired doctor watched the last of the members leave through the glowing bright groundbridge. He turned to look at his friend who never looked at him. It was his time now. Ratchet typed in a set of coordinates and carefully approached. His optics closed as he couldn't bare the thought of leaving his old friend behind... his closest friend. Ratchet was silent, reliving almost all memories that was ever shared with him... with the team. It hurt his spark at the thought of splitting, but they had no other option. It had to be done. With a release of a vent, he exchanged last words with the one bot he thought he only cared about and began leaving the comfort of home and into the chilly winds of north mountains. He shuddered, feeling empty once the bridge closed behind him. Now, he had to find the others and do the one thing he thought he always wanted. Be alone. Never more did he want to be with the others. These were Dark Hours and he wasn't sure how long it would take to find them... to find Optimus Prime. But now... he can't remember and stands before Optimus Prime, happy as ever to see his old friend. "I-I'm sorry..." Ratchet spoke hesitantly, his optics darting back and forth. "...but I've seemed to.... to forgotten you..." the doctor whispered. (This is a collaboration with juiceboxandexpresso the idea is not mine alone. Thanks hon!) I don't own Transformers or anything else. Thanks guys!
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