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*Frowns worriedly at the news and the actions but doesn’t do anything to stop Topspin while being reminded of the twins from his universe, Mudflap and Skids.*

*bites his lower lip for a moment. This is a big step, a huge show of trust. Without thinking twice, he gently slips the cable into the base of his neck, immediately pushing through feelings of calm and love, trying to sooth both of them* 

*The twins are terrified, hurting, and helpless, but they’re trusting Rotorstorm to be teir rock, clinging to him once he links to them, Topsping pressing against the Rotary’s chest silently*

*Smiles faintly at the closeness of Topspin, Twin Twist and Rotorstorm while wishing that he could talk to the bots he knew from his universe. He wasn’t even sure he would return there if he could, since there seemed to have been no contact at all from them since arriving almost three months ago.*

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*Keeps his emotions masked carefully as he keeps notes in his processor on the changes in the stats on the life support systems.* C’mon Ratchet… *Almost a whisper.*

*carefully cuddles up next to Topspin on the berth, burying his face against the other’s neck* I’m—you two are so wonderful. Thank you. 

*Pulls an uplink cable from behind his neck and offers it to Rotorstorm* Twist’s scared*

*Frowns worriedly at the news and the actions but doesn’t do anything to stop Topspin while being reminded of the twins from his universe, Mudflap and Skids.*

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*Quietly hums an old tune from his days in Kaon while watching the life support monitors.*

I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, I’m staying right here, baby. *removes his visor before reaching over for Spin’s and setting them down together on a stand. He rests his head on Topspin’s chest, optics blazing* 

Lay beside me? *Pathetically, he can’t just drag Rotors over*

*Keeps his emotions masked carefully as he keeps notes in his processor on the changes in the stats on the life support systems.* C’mon Ratchet… *Almost a whisper.*

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He won’t. *Gently rests his hand on Topspin’s shoulder.* Rotorstorm isn’t that kind of mech.

*gives a soft, strained smile* You’re out of it if you think I’m going to leave that easily. You’re starting to sound like me, Spin. 

It’s alright, I’m staying right here. 

*Reaches up and Clings to the rotary’s helm*… Stay.. with me… *Tries to pull Rotors against him, is very clingy when ill*

*Quietly hums an old tune from his days in Kaon while watching the life support monitors.*

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*leans down to gently kiss Topspin* I love you, too. *He scoots his chair closer to the berth, crossing his legs and cycling his vents quietly*

Don’t leave us.

He won’t. *Gently rests his hand on Topspin’s shoulder.* Rotorstorm isn’t that kind of mech.

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*nods, still stroking at Spin’s forehead* Of course I believe in Ratchet. It’s not Ratchet I’m worried about. He’ll do everything he possibly can. *his optics blaze behind his visor making it pulse in unholy anger* 

Love you Rotors. *Still clinging to his hand*

*Nods and keeps quiet, not wanting to intrude on their moment while his thoughts turn to his friends in the universe he came from and wishing he could talk to them in this crisis.*

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*Connects Topspin to the life support systems and monitors, making sure to change settings accordingly and makes a soft, soothing sound for his counterpart.* There are good bots down there helping out, Spin. This whole situation was out of our control from the beginning.

*runs a soothing hand across Topspin’s forehead, making soft noises and hums* 

*Has a deathgrip on Rotorstorm*

*Chews on his lower lip and hopes against hope that Ratchet will be able to save everyone planet-side.* It’ll be okay… *Quietly.* Gotta believe in Ratchet. He knows what he’s doing.

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*Leads them to the medbay and prepares the life-support systems in the room, making sure to use his knowledge as a medic to set the systems to the right levels.* Hopefully this will stabilize Twin Twist and help Ratchet with him…

*sets Topspin gently down on the berth, reaching out to hold his hand before pulling up a chair and making a quiet noise of panic* Hopefully, Primus. Hopefully. 

*Clings to Rotorstorm’s arm* This is the worst. Worse than Garrus 9. At least I could do something…

*Connects Topspin to the life support systems and monitors, making sure to change settings accordingly and makes a soft, soothing sound for his counterpart.* There are good bots down there helping out, Spin. This whole situation was out of our control from the beginning.

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We’ll have to hurry, then. *Gently.* Rotorstorm, would you like me to carry him or do you want to?

I can do it. *gently scoops Topspin up* It’s alright, Spin. I’m not leaving, I promise. 

*Buries his face in Rotorstorm’s neck and shakes*

*Leads them to the medbay and prepares the life-support systems in the room, making sure to use his knowledge as a medic to set the systems to the right levels.* Hopefully this will stabilize Twin Twist and help Ratchet with him…

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*Grits his denta and thinks carefully.* I’ll need to take you to the medbay here, Spin. That might help Twin Twist. Rotorstorm, are you able to stay connected to Lo while in there?

*nods quickly, clinging to Topspin* It’s okay, Spin, we’re going to get you some help now. Okay, just hold tight, baby. 

Lo is—Lo’ll be fine without me. 

*Vents hard* I…yes… yess *weakly, clinging to Rotors like a lifeline* Don’t leave us.

We’ll have to hurry, then. *Gently.* Rotorstorm, would you like me to carry him or do you want to?

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*Speeds along the hallways on half-transformed pedes that more resembled skates now than anything on his way to the bridge after hearing Rotorstorm’s shout for help.*

What happened? *Calmly while moving to kneel beside the rotary and his counterpart.*

I—I don’t know, he can feel something through their bond. I…Twist caught the—the thing. He’s purging oh, Primus. 

*Whimpers, clinging to Rotorstorm* He blew up life support, oh Primus… he’s insane.

*Grits his denta and thinks carefully.* I’ll need to take you to the medbay here, Spin. That might help Twin Twist. Rotorstorm, are you able to stay connected to Lo while in there?

*Speeds along the hallways on half-transformed pedes that more resembled skates now than anything on his way to the bridge after hearing Rotorstorm’s shout for help.*

What happened? *Calmly while moving to kneel beside the rotary and his counterpart.*

*Flickers his optics and nods once, even though Ratchet couldn’t see that.* I’ll keep it in pristine condition for you, Ratchet.

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“Definitely very different then.” Ratchet cycles his vents and gestures toward a berth. “Have a seat.”

*Sits down and powers down his weapons system.*

Ratchet starts the scans he’s been giving everyone, idly noting the differences between this Topspin’s systems and a native Cybertronian’s.

And it’s obvious when the scans are done, because he visibly relaxes. “Everything looks good.”

*Nods and gets off the berth before cleaning up the mess he made.* If you ever need another pair of hands to help out with repairs in here, I’d be more than willing to help.