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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"It's part of the medical programming." Or at least that's the story he always stuck to.

He crooned softly to the little one as he settled back in his seat, then carefully offered her the spout of the bottle he'd prepared. "[There you go, sweetheart.]"

[alpha_prime]

Astra took the bottle and began to slowly drink snuggling up to Ratchet; her EM field pulsed trying to sync with his.

"I sure do miss them" Wheeljack said looking down a few tears in his optics.

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Ratchet frowned slightly even as he crooned to the tiny he was feeding.

"Skyfire and Prowl are still searching for the bots responsible. And I suspect Jazz is poking around too."

[alpha_prime]

"We should let Prowl and Skyfire know that you found her" Wheeljack said

Astra's EM field pulsed again, wanting to sync with Ratchet's.