thelastprime | Forever Open Optimus RP Post

[Ratchet nods as he flicked on a few machines, hearing them hum and beep into life.]

I couldn't have said it better myself. [Ratchet says as he takes out his hand held scanner. He taps a few buttons before takes up Optimus' arm first, scanning the joint of his elbow and shoulder, entirely gentle as he did so. And he does the same with his other arm.]

How are you feeling overall? Any fatigue?

[And Optimus lets Ratchet get to work, never showing resistance or irritation. Then again, this WAS his idea, wasn't it? To get Ratchet focused--on something that wasn't the frustration they'd been given.

Something he knew.]

None to report. Although the climate is much harsher on our systems than we are accustomed to. Regular maintenance will have to be performed.

[Ratchet takes a step back to let the scanner run a full body scan. He glances over to a nearby small monitor, which displays Optimus' system an vitals. He nods approvingly as he steps up to the monitor, glancing back over to his leader.]

I believe our phyisicals should be every month, at least until we're more accustomed to our new... surroundings.

A wise decision, old friend.

[It's said warmly, as his eyes track his own vitals. Everything seemed to be in working order, as he'd expected. But he wasn't one to assume things, especially on an alien planet.]

Have you been keeping up with your own systems, I wonder.

[Ratchet seems to almost visibly flinch, drawing his eyes away from the screen to his old friend. It was only for a brief moment before he draws his attention back to his vitals, pressing a few buttons on his scanner, reading data.]

...Let's worry about you first.

My readings show to be normal. From what we can currently gather.

[He didn't know what the scanner was saying, but the unchanging expression on the medic's face showed that so far, he had nothing serious to worry about. Ratchet on the other hand...was notorious for neglecting his own care in the face of others.

That was where Optimus stepped in. In his own way, of course.]

A medic in top condition is just as important as a warrior. Moreso, even.

[You're important to us.]

[Ratchet fought to keep his attention on the screen, pursing his lips into a thin line as he listens to him. He feels his vents cycle loudly with a sigh, a huff almost.]

A leader is most important right now, Optimus. [He says as his optics glance over to his leader.]

Especially with a new territory like this planet Earth.

[A few more taps of the keyboard and Optimus' data disappears from the screen. He places the sanner back down on his nearby table.]

You're more important right now Optimus. Without you, in your best shape, who knows where this team could be now.

I wonder, what would happen to this leader Earth needs so much, if there is not a medic to do his checkups.

[The tone is soft, almost...teasing. It's rare, coming from Optimus, who rarely spoke above vague interest. And following that is his hand reaching over to take the scanner, holding it firmly in his fingers.]

You are just as important as I am, Ratchet.

[Ratchet looks up at at Optimus then and frowns a little in protest but then... he thinks about what Optimus is really saying and his face relaxes.]

Well.. [He sighs heavily, his joints creaking a little as he does so, shoulders slumping.] Someone has to keep you in check when it comes to your health.

[His face soon turns stern.]

If for some reason you were to be gone... No one would listen to a lousy medic. We would all be in disarray without you, Optimus.

Then...

[A hand gently nudges Ratchet to the seat he was in, reversing the situation in a way that wasn't too intrusive. Gentle, guiding motions. That was always how Optimus did things--gently, but with a leadership air to them.

That scanner is held up, running diagnostics on him soon enough.]

Our medic would have to be there to make sure of that.

[He tries to protest but Optimus, when he got like this, there was no turning back. The medic was like putty in his hand, moving and rearranging the two of them. Neatly, Ratchet sat as gestured to. Ratchet's optics rest on his lap as he feels the scanner run over him.

So far, everything was looking good.

Ratchet peeks up at Optimus, almost as if he were a child in time out.]

You don't have to... [Ratchet mumbles. He could do it himself...]

[For someone so calm and collected, and as open-minded, he did have the ability to be stubborn when he insisted. Those eyes cast down to the scanner, flicking up every so often towards the medic.

The smallest twitches of a smile spread across his face at that expression. You'd think Ratchet was being punished.

A hand shoots out, though, ever so gently sliding across that shoulder plating, leaning in to check his eyes for awareness.]

A leader must see that his men receive proper care and upkeep. ...And a friend would do the same.

[It was different when he had someone looking over his vitals, let alone his most trusted friend. But his head lifts up to meet his gaze, feeling his hand slide across his shoulder plating. It was authoritative and yet it had a gentleness to it. How Optimus ever managed that combination, he may never know. It was a strange combination, and his leader pulled it off very well.

His optics meet the taller autobots. They are alert and attentive as they jolt ever so slightly, taking in the details on the others face.]

Y...yes. You have a very good point Optimus.

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[That, Ratchet, is exactly how Optimus feels when you tend to him. Although not as awkward, as medicine isn't his area of expertise, but just having someone look after him in such a way, worry over him... War could do many things to a bot--take away all of the things that a doctor should have.

Ratchet kept them, and nowhere was it more noticeable than here. And Optimus appreciated it more than he could ever express.]

I have been told I make those often.

[A joke? NAHHHH.]

It seems you are within parameters. Your energon intake, however... is slightly low.

[Ratchet's eyes flicker back down at the scanner. Well, that was true, they were a little low. He didn't want to take too much energon, especially with their team going out into the battle field more than a few times a week. They needed as much energon as they could muster, especially if someone were to return injured.

The medic rubs the back of his head, almost sheepishly.]

I haven't had my weekly dose yet. I've been busy with the blasted tech. [Ratchet gestures with his hand back to the main console they were just at. Totally a perfect reason for it.]

It must have slipped my mind.

[He could see the logic in it. Ratchet didn't leave the base, so it would make sense for him to lower his intake of Energon. At least...that was the logic Ratchet would probably have on that.

Optimus...he didn't want one of his own team suffering. Going hungry, in plain terms.]

I see.

Then it is fortunate I gave you a glance over, hmm?

[He rests his hand on the scanner and nods.]

Yes. It was very fortunate. However [He stands up with a soft grunt.] I will wait until our team returns from their mission. [Who knows what might happen on those Energon runs.]

I should be fine until then.

[As he stands, his hands hover around the medic, ready to catch him if for a millisecond he lost his balance. Nothing meant to offend, just looking out for him.

It was a Prime thing.]

Then you would not be averse to me keeping you company until then.

No, not at al--

[Indeed, the medic does loose his balance, feeling his head tink against Optimus' chest plating. He quickly lifts his head, blinking owlishly as he looks at his reflection in the metal. He quickly inspects for any scuffing and lifts his hands, as if he could fix it, but quickly lowers his hands.]

My apologies, got up too fast.

[Oh Primus.]

[He could not have been more grateful for his spotting. When Ratchet goes down, those arms grip him, although not soon enough for his head to tink gently across his chest.

Ratchet's behavior was expected, of course, but he couldn't help but smile softly.]

You have nothing to apologize for, old friend. Even the quickest of medical examinations can leave an Autobot fatigued.

[He's attempting to make light, really.]

[He wouldn't expect anything less from his leader. He was prepared for anything, even the small things. Ratchet regains his footing and stares up at the taller autobot.]

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[He realizes he's staring a bit too long and clears his throat. The medic shifts and moves to turn off the console. Wouldn't want to waste anymore energon with machines sitting idly.]

[All Ratchet gets in response to that is a firm nod, with a smile. It's soft, almost delicate, and if you blinked you may have missed it. But there was a certain twinkle in his eyes, as he makes sure Ratchet is now stable.]

Perhaps we could wait for their arrival together.

[Oh he didn't miss that. Not for a nanosecond. And he smiles, even a little more than he usually does. He stands tall, with confidence.]

The company would be greatly appreciated, Optimus.

[And, just then, a hand extends out to the medic for him to take if he should wish. Invitingly, of course. After all, he didn't want Ratchet to slip again.

But Primes were often more...secretive in their true motives, weren't they?]

[It earns a curious look from his medic. Ratchet almost double takes before he rests his smaller hand within his leader's.

But he doesn't pay it any mind. Holding hands wasn't unheard of after all. Perhaps Optimus wanted reassurance.]

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