FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! // PT.3
*RATCHET* EDITION
~2ND POV~
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'Faint' by Lincoln Park
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   "I TOLD YOU I'D AT LEAST TRY!!" That's you, in your angriest state. Kind of scary.

   "AND YOU'VE SCERWED IT ALL UP! IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE!" That's Ratchet, in his grumpiest state. Not the best attitude, huh?

   "I FOLLOWED YOUR INSTRUCTIONS DOWN TO THE CORE! WHERE DID I GO WRONG?!" Yeah, what'd you do wrong? You'll find out, trust me.

   "I ALLOW YOU TO WORK ON MY BEST PROJECT WITHOUT ME, AND YOU RUIN IT?!" Remember the generator? Well, he allowed you to tinker with it, while following his very specific instructions, and something may or may not have gone wrong. He was interested in science and technology and medical care. You've only prepared yourself to become a doctor, not a chemist or whatever! How were you to know that some of the wires you connected weren't supposed to be in those places?

   "SORRY? SORRY?! WELL, I'M SORRY YOU CAN'T FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS CORRECTLY!" Geez, you're trying to apologize.

   "LISTEN TO ME! I DIDN'T KNOW!" You shouted, tears threatening to stream down like waterfalls. This argument had gone for, what, twenty minutes? Ratchet was letting his anger get the best of him, and he should know it.
  
   "ARE YOU SURE?! BECAUSE THIS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU SIMPLY 'DIDN'T KNOW' WHAT YOU DID HORRIBLY WRONG!" Ratchet yells, flinging a hand over towards his proof: the glitching generator.  

   That was the last straw.

   "OH WHAT, YOU 'NEEDED THAT'?" You quote him. You were going to have Airachnid kill him later, you seemed pretty sure of it. "BECAUSE I'M PRETTY SURE IT WAS JUST A SIDE PROJECT." Ah, there are the tears, falling like pelting droplets from a terrifying rainstorm. Ratchet finally noticed your distress, tensing up his body while reached his right hand out for you. Nobody had ever cried like this in front of him, especially nobody who he might've caused to cry. He didn't know what to do!

   You probably hated him—and at that moment—that was a given.

   He was going to have to consult with Optimus. And then get his Autobot butt whooped by Arcee and Airachnid. That would be something!

   "Oh shoot, Y/N. . . I-I'm so, so so so sorry. I shouldn't have–I didn't realize- . . ." Ratchet shakes his head, biting his lip. He didn't mean to get so angry, he was just really dedicated to his project! It was an expensive one that only a true genius could fix. But your happiness was worth a lot more than that.

   "I-it's-I'm fine. It's fine. Fix your generator. You were just angry, a-and I messed up. B-ba-b-bad-l-ly." You choked out, turning around and pointing at the machine. "I'm going to go home. Though I'm not sure if you'd care." Then, you proceeded to walk slowly up the staircase from the basement, like you were trying to hammer more guilt into your friend's stomach.

   Ratchet didn't know why he hadn't said anything, or made any move to stop you from leaving. But, if there's one thing he felt certain for now, is that you hate him. He was closely attached to Optimus, but you were definitely a special case. He wasn't closely attached to Arcee like he was with you, and you two hadn't known each other for that long!

   He would apologize to you later, but right now, he needed to:

   A.) Consult with Optimus about how he should apologize and what he should do, as he wasn't sure with someone as unique as you.

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B.) Leave you alone. You desperately needed some time to get yourself together and finally calm down.

   Ratchet simply hoped you and him would be on okay terms by the end.