ratchet quotes

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  • McCree: (Showing a new recruit around) Athena here is in charge of developing our gear, and providing tactical support.
  • Athena: Usually, it’s the former. Overwatch are the “shoot first, think later” type!
  • Athena: (Realising how rude that might sound) I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like that!
  • McCree: (Spinning his six-shooter around his finger, looking at it lovingly) …Like what now?
  • Submitted by Goodbye-M00nMen
Day Off

Due to some shuffling around of gifts during Secret Solenoid, I’m currently doing an emergency fill for @squidzillion. Since it’s already past the original end date, I wanted to share a preview of the first section. I’ll have more within the next few days, and I hope you enjoy this for now!

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“Whatever you did, I’m not fixing it." 

Ratchet could hear the clatter of Wheeljack coming to a stop in the doorway, but he didn’t turn away from his table. He was officially done for the day, barring emergencies. He’d planned to finish cleaning his tools, and leave the Medibay for some long-awaited and well-deserved rest. 

"But, Ratchet–" 

Ratchet slammed his rag down on the table with slightly more force than necessary. It didn’t quite make the same satisfying clatter that his spanner would have, but he also didn’t care if a rag got damaged, and his spanner already had a ding in the handle from the Ark’s crash. "What did I say? Fix it yourself! Or if you’re that badly off, get Hoist to deal with it, but I won’t." 

"Ratchet…” Wheeljack said, wheedling now, but Ratchet cut him off with a shake of his head. “Absolutely not!” He growled. He could feel his irritation creeping into his voice, but he didn’t do much to hide it. Wheeljack didn’t really mean to get himself injured, and it really did happen less than rumor made out, but sometimes it felt like he chose the worst possible times for Ratchet on purpose. 

Absent-minded, yes, Wheeljack often was that. Usually, if he came in web Ratchet was getting ready to leave, though, he just went to another medic. The insistence this time was enough to make him grit his dentae together. 

“Ratchet, would you just look at me?" 

Wheeljack didn’t sound irritated, just bemused, and it was that fact that finally had Ratchet turning away from his tools. 

There were scuffs all along Wheeljack’s chestplate and arms, the sure sign of a lab accident, but if there was any damage, it had already been repaired and was hardly visible. Instead, Ratchet’s attention was drawn to the two cubes of energon Wheeljack had, one of them held out in  Ratchet’s direction. 

”… This is what you were trying to say, isn’t it,“ Ratchet said. There was a sinking feeling in his tank, one only made worse by Wheeljack’s silent nod. 

"Well, now I feel like a rusty cog,” Ratchet grumbled. He shuffled through his tools, huffing as he heard Wheeljack step further into the room. 

“You kind of were,” Wheeljack laughed, his helm fins glowing cheerfully as he did. “But you can make it up to me by helping me finish off these cubes, how does that sound to you?" 

"It sounds like you’re finally paying me back for all the times I have put you back together,” Ratchet snorted, “so I’ll take it." 

He was stopped in the midst of turning back to his tools by Wheeljack’s hand on his pauldron. "I know you start snapping when you’re tired,” Wheeljack said. His fins were glowing a soft, feathery green. One of his soothing colors, and not the usual bright bursts of blue and white that he made when excited about a project. 

Ratchet rubbed a hand over his faceplate, expelling a long sigh of air from his vents. “Then it’s a good thing that we’re both ready to take a break, isn’t it,” he said finally. “Just let me finish up with these tools and I’ll be ready to join you." 

Wheeljack nodded, and removed his hand from Ratchet’s shoulder as he stepped back. "Just let me know what I can do to help,” he said. “And let’s get out of here before you really do get an injury to deal with." 

  • Ratchet: Honeeey!
  • Talwyn: What?
  • Ratchet: Where is my omniwrench?
  • Talwyn: What?
  • Ratchet: WHERE IS MY OMNI-WRENCH?
  • Talwyn: I uhhh, put it away.
  • Ratchet: WHERE?
  • Talwyn: Why do you need to know?
  • Ratchet: I need it!
  • Talwyn: Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off doing no daring-do. We've been planning this dinner for two months!
  • Ratchet: The galaxy's in danger!
  • Talwyn: My evening's in danger!
  • Ratchet: You tell me where my wrench is woman! We are talking about the greater good!
  • Talwyn: Greater good? I am your wife! I'm the greatest food you are ever gonna get.