Alpha 'verse. Iacon. Start of the story.

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Ratchet had just gotten back from the bar in that nexus between realities, but even a rousing good poker game with his alternates hadn't helped him to feel better. The murder of his friends Bladewing and Skystriker was just too recent, and the uncertainty over the fate of their newly sparked Seeklet worried him so much that his energy wasn't sitting properly in his tank.

He sighed as he turned into an alley that was a shortcut back to his clinic, and then froze and scanned his surroundings as he thought he heard something. "Hello? Is someone there?"

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[alpha_prime]

"I didn't take the welder, you must have misplaced it" Wheeljack said

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The white medic stopped and gave his brother a surprised and distracted look for a moment, but then nodded and walked over to take the welder out of the place where he'd hidden it. "Right. I knew that."

[alpha_prime]

"Yeah right if I hadn't of said anything you would have forgotten" Wheelack said with a sigh then said "Let me hold her for you while you work on her"

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"I would have remembered eventually." Ratchet smiled slightly and checked to see how the sparklet would react to being set down on his work table.