Void-verse. Where Scourge is. Looking for a hand.

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Ratchet looks around as he appears in the new reality, feeling the mech that he's searching for, but not seeing him yet. The free spark's usually cheerful face shows deep concern today. He knows this is a long shot gamble, but he can't shake the hunch that Scourge might be able to help him.

He tilts his head and listens. Where is Scourge?

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"Don't scare her away," says Ratchet softly, trying to pinpoint the source of the feeling and wincing as he starts to feel confusion, pain, and sadness that aren't his own.

He looks at Scourge, "Can you see anything?"

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"Not see, it's...it's something else. Something I feel. Something's here but I can't see it." Scourge is starting to curl his arms inward and he's trying not to show how scared he is. He's shared emotions before, albeit either with Primus or by force, and the pain strikes him as hard as his own would.

Cyclonus reluctantly lowers his gun, but doesn't put it away. "If it harms Scourge..."

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"She won't." Ratchet frowns with concern as he watches the tracker.

"Decepticons." The voice is so faint that most would miss it, it sounds like some far away echo of a memory.

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"Yes," Scourge whispers in reply, almost as if in a trance. He turns towards the voice, nervously holding out a hand. "We're Decepticons. We're here."

Cyclonus is now completely confused. But he won't interrupt Scourge, not now.

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"I don't know you...." Hesitation floats in the air around them, uncertainty, and an unwillingness to come too close and cause discomfort that's mixed with fear and longing. And the sadness that has ghostly tears going down Ratchet's faceplate.

He wipes them away and fades a bit, trying to make himself less threatening.

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"I know how it feels. I know how bad you're hurting. There's a way out." His fingers curl, clutching at the air as he stares at the voice. As much as it hurts he feels strong, determined, full of a need to help this one even if it tears at his spark. "Come with us."

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"I can't... touch you, it grieves, then fades further. "Discomfort... my pain.... I can't."

Ratchet's physically holding his own mouth shut without realizing what he's doing. The urge to speak up and try to fix this is so strong... but he knows she'll just run again if he tries.

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Again his fingers curl, more insistently this time. "The pain will fade if you come with us. If you stay here it'll just get worse. I know. I've been there. You can't be alone."

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Something brushes his fingertips, and the discomfort in his circuits increases. But with the touch he can see her; tattered shreds of colour in a frail Cybertronian form. Her once proud wings are only memories, and a yawning hole seems to pass through where her spark compartment would be if she were alive. It's only a glimpse, as brief as her touch.

"Who...?"

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Inwardly, Scourge is absolutely terrified. His spark aches, his body wants to throw itself to its knees and howl in anguish, but he forces it all back and leaves his hand outstretched, his fingers open to her.

"A friend. Scourge. I'm here for you," he says, as if reciting from a script.

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She can sense the determination to help; is drawn by the force of his desire for her to come with him. Once more that staticy tingle comes to his fingertips....

And then she flashes with alarm and grief and recoils as she sees his terror and pain. "I hurt you!"

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"It's all right, I'm used to it." He clutches at where he thinks the tingling might have come from, trying to pull her back to him. "Come with us!"

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"No..." she grieves, but she doesn't move away as his hand passes through her.

With the contact he can see right into her mind: images of her last moment touch his thoughts; of Megatron forbidding her to die; of a blue mech... Soundwave... speaking to her gently when she'd given up hope.... She knows she's dead, yet even with that knowledge her spark is still wounded.

And Ratchet is staring as he suddenly clearly sees Scourge's spark and realizes just how similar the two are.

Blinking, he turns to look at Cyclonus.

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Scourge wavers for one bare moment and looks back at the other two for support. Ratchet's not facing him, but Cyclonus is staring at him--I trust you, I love you, I believe in you.

He shuts off his optics for a bare moment, focusing on his other sensors and the deeper sensations he's getting from her. "Can you...Ratchet, can she come into me, if I let her?"