Nexus. Arcee's apartment. Boosterfix

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Arcee's limping on the old wound as she leads the way into her Nexus home and heads over to her bench/berth. "Don't trip over that box. I haven't had time to take it to the curb yet."

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"Alright," she says as he closes her up. But then her faceplate heats in a blush that thankfully doesn't show much at his later words. "I... can't do that. He blames himself for the loss of my memory, and... he'll probably think the only reason I care is because he was there through the time I was rehabilitating."

She's afraid to even think of Ratchet's reaction if she told him about the booster.

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Ratchet sighs a little and gets up, retracting his tools. "Ultimately, what you do is entirely up to you. I can only offer advice, obviously. Just don't miss out on chances when you have them; take it from someone who was killed in the line of duty with only a few astroseconds worth of warning. Sometimes when chances are gone, they're just gone."

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Arcee starts and freezes in the act of sitting up, her optics widening. "Killed?"

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Ratchet nods once, expression solemn. "Optimus Prime ordered an energon supply run from Cybertron to Earth. We were nearly to the jump point when the Decepticons attacked and tore their way in through the hull. They shot everyone full of holes and left us to die on the deck. Forces beyond our understanding saw fit to give us a second chance later on an alien world, but our deaths reminded us of everything we failed to do before that happened. I think we all had it in our heads that we might not survive the war, but that still wasn't enough to prepare us for the end when it came."