#Reunion

It had been a long walk from his destination when Ratchet had come in contact with Bumblebee and his team a small mini-con named 'Undertone' carrying what seemed to be a heavy container. He tipped over with the container falling on his aft.

Ratchet sighed, "Undertone, careful with that. I need that." The signature 'I needed that' was never lost on Ratchet despite the years that had gone by.

But suddenly Ratchet had lost sense around him when his Optics saw a familiar figure right infront of him beside Bumblebee. "No.. it couldn't be.." the red and blue paint and the unmistakable tall and strong frame was impossible not to ignore. The same kind and assuring blue optics that stared back at him.

Optimus was as surprised to see him, it had been three years, *three years since he so sacrifices himself to the well of all sparks leaving his team on their own, most especially the most affected, Ratchet. "My old friend," that stupidly deep voice that he missed and loved spoke to him.

Ratchet forgets Undertone, with everything he had, he actually ran. Stopping just Infront of Optimus who kneeled to his level. The forge still on the Prime giving him a much taller look than his original frame, but familiar and stable. "Optimus.." his voice trembled, as his shaking optics trail over Optimus' faceplate. He reached out a servo to place it on the side of Optimus' faceplate.

"By the motherboard."

But that's when he raised his servo back and slaps Optimus on the face, the Prime's helm snapped to the side.