Transformers Imagines and Oneshots

"It's Not Real..." (Ratchet and Depressed Reader)

She fired off questions at him like she did with me. Raf interrupted her questioning with an innocent inquiry. 

"So if you guys are robots, who made you?" 

"Pul-lease," the doctor-looking robot scoffed. 

I wanted to shrink into the floor at his expression. Suddenly, huge footsteps pounded behind us. We turned to see the largest robot yet, a huge red, blue, and silver one. His bright blue eyes were filled with a stern kindness, and you could practically feel the leadership wafting off of him. 

"We are Autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, also known as Autobots."

 The huge bot, now known as Optimus Prime, explained the war and why they were on earth. Right now, we were talking about what to do, as we were all targets as well. The doctor, who I now knew as Ratchet, repeatedly voiced his distaste for having us here, but the Prime patiently countered him. Now, he was assigning guardians. 

"Bulkhead, accompany Miko home." 

"Awesome! My host parents will freak!" Miko exclaimed happily. 

"And maintain covert surveillance in vehicle form." The Prime added.

 Miko huffed in disappointment. 

"Bumblebee, you'll watch over Raf." The two smiled at each other, and I knew they would be a good pair. 

"Ratchet- "Too busy" the medic cut him off. "Arcee, you'll accompany Jack." 

"Uh, still dizzy," she said dramatically. 

"You're fine, says your physician." Ratchet replied. 

Arcee huffed, but didn't say anything else. I wondered who would be my guardian. There's no way-

"Ratchet, I'm afraid I'll have to insist you watch over Y/N. I will be unable to, as I cannot lead this team and take care of her at the same time." 

I fiddled with my hands. Here I was, again a burden. Suddenly, it was like my inner demons burst in my head, telling me how worthless I was. That's when I decided. I would take their secret with me to my grave. I would no longer be a burden. That night, it would all be over. I would make sure of it. 

"But Optimus! I can't possibly..." the look the Prime gave him, however, shut him up, and he grumbled, making me fall further into the darkness of my mind. 

The four bots transformed, and I hesitantly climbed into Ratchet. I strapped in, and gave him directions to my house, trying not to stutter as much as possible. When Ratchet naturally asked me about it, I reluctantly told him about my social anxiety, although I would never tell him about my depression. I didn't want him to think me any weaker than he already did. But soon, it wouldn't matter.

 Little did I know, I was setting I was setting off alarms in his head. He knew something was wrong, but didn't know what. A bad feeling settled in his gut. He, however, ignored it. We were silent for most of the rest of the drive. When he dropped me off, however, I heard him mutter.

 "Social anxiety, it's not real.." and that did it for me. It would be over tonight. 

I walked into the house with a feeling of finality. This time, I wouldn't fail. This time, I would do it right. 

Ratchet's POV
I had a bad feeling that something was wrong as I drove away from my new charge's house. I pushed it away though. Told myself it wasn't my problem. Told myself that her so-called condition wasn't real. That all she wanted was attention. 

Then why do I feel why that goodbye she gave me was so final? I mentally shook my head. I'd sleep it off, and the feeling would be gone in the morning. The next morning, I drove to her house, to find police cars and an ambulance parked outside. I parked and quickly got out, my gut clenching. 

"What's going on?" I asked a police officer. 

He turned to me with a frown. 

"Y/N was found this morning nearly dead with her wrists slit. She is critical right now, and will be very lucky to pull through." 

I only felt shock. I should have seen the signs. I was a doctor. I had seen plenty of suicidal patients before. I had habitually sensed the signs, but had foolishly ignored them. And now, my charge was almost dead. A wave of guilt suddenly slammed me. I needed to fix this myself. I had a sinking feeling that I had caused this. That my treatment of her had driven her to this. I walked over, explained I was a friend, and asked to take care of her, as I was a doctor. They were reluctant, but eventually gave in. I finally caught a glimpse of her, and my spark sank. She was as pale as the moon, and I could barely see her chest ride and fall. We gently moved her to my alt mode, and I rushed her back to base. 

Optimus turned, hearing me speed into base, and I reluctantly explained what happened. He helped me get her stable. Now all we could do was wait. I felt like a terrible guardian already. Not even twenty-four hours into the job, and my charge was almost dead. Optimus tried to console me, but I refused to accept it. 

This was my mess. I had to clean it up. It was hours before she slowly woke up. Her brows furrowed for a moment, before she suddenly started to sob, mumbling the most hateful things to herself. I quietly activated my holoform, and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, not expecting me to be there. I looked anywhere but her eyes. 

"Y/N, I know I haven't treated you very well since we met, and I know it's my fault that you did what you did last night. I can't tell you how sorry I am. If you don't want me to be your guardian anymore, I understand completely." I mostly turned away from her. 

Y/N POV
I stared at him, shocked. I never in my wildest dreams expected him to actually apologize. I was still upset that I failed again. I needed a hug. I looked at Ratchet, and wrapped my arms around him. He made a surprised sound, and slowly turned, hesitantly placing his arms around me.

 That's when I knew that even though I have horrible depression and social anxiety, I could get through it with him here. With them all here. I wasn't alone anymore. I would be okay.

"Please stay," I whispered. 

He only held me tighter. 

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