Crash and B'awwww

After driving in circles the junk bot finally found the place the directions were sending him. Wow, was Ratchet going to be glad to see him! He could tell the doc bot about all the detective work he had to find him. Ratchet would be so proud of him! Wreck-Gar smiled at the human at the gate of the junkyard and wave.

"Hello! I'm just here to meet a friend!" smiled Wreck-Gar as he stepped into the junkyard. The human looked very confused but decided not to complain to a giant robot. The Junkion then realized he had no idea where Ratchet was in the place. He knew his spark could sometimes sense Ratchet's spark when he really wanted it to. He tried that, but his spark didn't seem to want to pick up anything.

Wreck-Gar wrinkled his nose annoyed at his spark being lazy. He headed in a few random directions. He finally found Ratchet's vehicle mode tucked away in a corner with other barely recognizable cars. Wreck-Gar smiled wide at finding his friend. He approached the ambulance quietly. He deduced that Ratchet would want him to be quiet since he was so badly hurt. He may not have the strength to yell back at the junk bot if he was loud!

"Ratchet!" he whispered as softly as he could, "Aren't you glad I was able to find you!?" Wreck-Gar's smile beamed. He looked confused when the ambulance gave no response. He then put his hand on what was left of the hood, "Ratchet?"

The surprisingly delicate touch from Wreck-Gar was enough to cause the driver's side door to fall off. The junk bot quickly pulled his hand off and eeped at the damage he caused. He went to place the door back on the hinge, only to cause the door on the other side to fall off as well, "Sorry! Sorry!"

There was still no response. Wreck-Gar tilted his head at the crushed ambulance. He should of been yelled at or something! This lack of yelling from Ratchet was really starting to concern him. Wreck-Gar was certain he could fix Ratchet even though all his med training taught him so far was how to identify parts. However, that training was only for bot mode, not vehicle.

"Are your vocal processors damaged?" asked the young bot. He did not realize how it was silly to wait for a response even if the answer was yes. Wreck-Gar waited a moment in silence for a response. The junk bot put his hand on his own chest. His spark felt funny. As he thought about it, his spark had been feeling funny all morning.

Wreck-Gar looked at the front damage on the ambulance and made a grossed out face. Technically it was like Ratchet's guts were showing, "M-m-maybe I should find your spark chamber! Yeah! Make sure thats okay!"

The Junkion had new enthusiasm as he carefully approached what was left of the ambulance's hood. He thought t made sense that the spark would be in the engine in vehicle mode. He learned over the split open hood and felt across the cold metal inside. Wreck-Gar did not even try to 'open' the engine to look for a spark case. He could already tell. He had no connection to this machine.

"R-R-Rachet?" the Junkion said softly. Wreck-Gar's vocals gave off a sobbing tone. His processor tried to register what a spark being completely gone meant. He took his hands off the engine as though it was something to be frightened of. He took a step away from the ambulance and stared at it. It was as though he felt if he didn't see the spark being gone it wouldn't be true.

The young bot was about to say Ratchet's name again. He held back and bit his lower lip. Saying it would just not get a response like the last time. Everything felt so suddenly cold. The Junkion's spark was the only warmth he felt in that moment. It felt pulled and strange to the young bot, but it was still warm.

Wreck-Gar came back to being close to the ambulance. This time he put his hand on the far left side of the front bumper. He gave the vehicle a light shake. He hoped to 'wake up' the spark. Perhaps Ratchet was just sleeping! The ambulance rattled at the moment. A thud was heard when its rear bumper fell off. The Junkion eeped and rushed around the back of the ambulance. Wreck-Gar pulled a tool from his trash pack and used it to bolt the fallen bumper back on. He then tossed the tool back in his pack.

He tried to think back to memories of what little he had been trained as med bot so far. What do you do exactly when a spark is gone? A thought suddenly came through Wreck-Gar's processors. Ratchet had explained it to Wreck-Gar. He had explained it meant a bot was no longer functioning. That was what med bots were meant to prevent. Wreck-Gar had asked what 'gone' and 'no longer functioning' meant. The old med bot tried to explain when he felt when Wreck-Gar was gone. The fact he felt Wreck-Gar was gone because the nano bots had probably destroyed him.

Wreck-Gar remembered laughing. 'But Ratchet! I'm not gone!' What a silly idea, being 'gone!' Even without understanding the concept of the Key, Wreck-Gar was pretty sure none of his friends, especially Ratchet, could ever 'not be functioning.' That was just a funny idea!

But now Wreck-Gar was faced with this broken ambulance. His optics that before were eager to be a med bot and help Ratchet now softened into a sad expression.

"Ratchet...," he whined as he walked back up to the front of the ambulance, "You're not gone, are you?" It was another silly question to ask, but the young bot didn't know any better. He rubbed on of the broken headlights affectionately. His usually clumsy fingers touched the plastic gently so it would not crack more, "I'll just wait for you to come back like I came back to you, right?"

He sat down at the front of the ambulance. The empty spilled out engine casing seemed to glare at the young bot. Wreck-Gar found the sight uneasy to look at now. The young bot felt another painful tug on his spark. He scooted so he was beside the front tire, facing outward in the same direction the vehicle was. With his hip against the tire he rested his head on the side of the hood, "You'll be back because I love you. I can wait! You waited for me."

Wreck-Gar then smiled softly though he didn't feel like smiling. That felt so strange, why did he have to smile if he didn't feel like it? Maybe he didn't want to worry Ratchet. Maybe Ratchet would 'come back' sooner if the younger bot acted like everything was going to be alright. So he kept smiling and stayed close to his sparkbond.