Never said
Ratchet wasn't one to regret. Actually, he didn't think he had even. Well, until now. He knew he shouldn't regret, it did nothing to help him. Regret did not change the outcome…just made it unbearable.
Ratchet从来就不是一个爱后悔的人。实际上，他一直觉得自己从来没有后悔过。好吧，直到现在。他知道他本不该后悔，后悔又帮不了他什么，后悔没办法给他指明一条出路，只会让一切变得更加难以忍受。
He had made it to earth, alright. Well, he had and then had been captured. Not actually the best welcome. Bulkhead had still been happy both times…more so the second since it was the real time. The green mech seem to be the only one really excited. But that wasn't true. Ratchet had been excited as well, but knew to keep it in check. Because in this time, getting your hopes up wasn't good. It just brought more pain later when it went back. But now he was here, standing and fine. Words were rehearsed and ready to be said…
But when the right one was here, the medic couldn't say it. Even if the other had sensed something was wrong.
"There, that should do it…should work fine now," the mech said, backing away from the space bridge controls. Ratchet nodded, looking over the work. He had to admit, the engineer's work had never dulled over time. Wheeljack smirked at his good job, then glanced over and nearly snorted.
A small and rare smile was on the CMO's faceplate. It had appeared much just out a rare habit of appreciation of the other's work. Wheeljack did chuckle a bit, causing the red and white mech to look over with a confused and slightly 'offended at being laughed at' look on his faceplate.
"What?" Ratchet muttered, optics narrowing a bit at the Wrecker/Engineer. Something had made the other laughed, and he hoped it wasn't him. Not that he didn't like the attention from the other, but getting laughed at wasn't something he wanted or even liked.
Wheeljack shook his helm and chuckled, "Nothing Ratch'." Then there was a paused between them, awkward and silent. They hadn't seen each other in so long, even if they had been friends for a while back. It was just that…there were words to be said, but neither wanted to say. Well, that and only one of them knew how to hide that fact really well. The other was quite obvious, which caught the other's attention.
It was the sword-wielding bot who then noticed the medic shifting a bit from pede to pede, optic ridge rising at the display. Nervousness…from Ratchet? That wasn't something the medic often displayed openly…well, to others. The engineer had seen it a few times…though he wondered why the other was nervous now.
Then Wheeljack asked, "Wanna get some fuel?" Ratchet nodded, and both walked away to get some fuel. As they walked together, the Wrecker/Engineer noticed that the other seemed tense, but also..it seemed he wished to say something. What…'Jack didn't know. So, he decided to ask.
"Ratchet, is there something wrong?" he asked, glancing to the other. The medic was walking, face forward and not meeting the other's gaze. They headed through the halls to the fuel storage room, the maze seem to provide them with privacy, something both were internally grateful for.
Ratchet wasn't one to regret. Actually, he didn't think he had even. Well, until now. He knew he shouldn't regret, it did nothing to help him. Regret did not change the outcome…just made it unbearable.
Ratchet从来就不是一个爱后悔的人。实际上，他一直觉得自己从来没有后悔过。好吧，直到现在。他知道他本不该后悔，后悔又帮不了他什么，后悔没办法给他指明一条出路，只会让一切变得更加难以忍受。
He had made it to earth, alright. Well, he had and then had been captured. Not actually the best welcome. Bulkhead had still been happy both times…more so the second since it was the real time. The green mech seem to be the only one really excited. But that wasn't true. Ratchet had been excited as well, but knew to keep it in check. Because in this time, getting your hopes up wasn't good. It just brought more pain later when it went back. But now he was here, standing and fine. Words were rehearsed and ready to be said…
But when the right one was here, the medic couldn't say it. Even if the other had sensed something was wrong.
"There, that should do it…should work fine now," the mech said, backing away from the space bridge controls. Ratchet nodded, looking over the work. He had to admit, the engineer's work had never dulled over time. Wheeljack smirked at his good job, then glanced over and nearly snorted.
A small and rare smile was on the CMO's faceplate. It had appeared much just out a rare habit of appreciation of the other's work. Wheeljack did chuckle a bit, causing the red and white mech to look over with a confused and slightly 'offended at being laughed at' look on his faceplate.
"What?" Ratchet muttered, optics narrowing a bit at the Wrecker/Engineer. Something had made the other laughed, and he hoped it wasn't him. Not that he didn't like the attention from the other, but getting laughed at wasn't something he wanted or even liked.
Wheeljack shook his helm and chuckled, "Nothing Ratch'." Then there was a paused between them, awkward and silent. They hadn't seen each other in so long, even if they had been friends for a while back. It was just that…there were words to be said, but neither wanted to say. Well, that and only one of them knew how to hide that fact really well. The other was quite obvious, which caught the other's attention.
It was the sword-wielding bot who then noticed the medic shifting a bit from pede to pede, optic ridge rising at the display. Nervousness…from Ratchet? That wasn't something the medic often displayed openly…well, to others. The engineer had seen it a few times…though he wondered why the other was nervous now.
Then Wheeljack asked, "Wanna get some fuel?" Ratchet nodded, and both walked away to get some fuel. As they walked together, the Wrecker/Engineer noticed that the other seemed tense, but also..it seemed he wished to say something. What…'Jack didn't know. So, he decided to ask.
"Ratchet, is there something wrong?" he asked, glancing to the other. The medic was walking, face forward and not meeting the other's gaze. They headed through the halls to the fuel storage room, the maze seem to provide them with privacy, something both were internally grateful for.
