[CTE] From the Shallows 07

From the Shallows
Part Seven

Ratchet was the last to arrive, which was both intentional and by accident. He meant to be on time, but was waylaid by concerned Autobots on the way to the meeting, and he hadn’t wanted to attend the meeting much in the first place, save that he had a duty, and Ratchet wasn’t one to shirk his duties.

Still.

He was the last to arrive, huffing through the doorway nearly ten minutes after the meeting was supposed to begin, and while he would have liked to sneak in and take a quiet seat somewhere no one would notice him, there weren’t enough mechs for him to pull off the subterfuge.

Glyph and First Aid both looked up as he entered, the former with a friendly smile, the latter with a disapproving frown.

"Don't say a word," Ratchet warned before either could speak. He dropped into a chair with a heavy sigh, and it creaked and groaned beneath him. "Let's just get this started."

"Your enthusiasm is appreciated," First Aid said in a dry tone full of censure, and damn, he sure was spry lately. Ratchet was glad to see him bouncing back, though he never lost the shadow of grief around him.

Ambulon's presence had benefited First Aid greatly.

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