Dead End just doesn't like being saved...

[yami_samuraiflo]

An old prompt from the Generator I had forgotten to post until now.
Enjoy!

Title: Stupid Duty
Prompt: Dead End / first Aid / my bad
Rating: PG
Summary: You could trust the Autobots to act on something which wasn't their concern...

The sky was cloudy today. It was nice, he supposed.

 

Well, he didn’t especially care, per se. Weather wasn’t his main concern right now.

 

Actually, it was the hands which were trying to reconnect some of his damaged systems and weld his externals and internals injuries, even though he hadn’t asked to be repaired by anybody. But you could trust the Autobots to act on something which wasn’t their concern.

 

So now he was utterly defenceless, until someone finished what he had begun. If only the medic could miss and make a deadly mistake...

 

But he should have known he wouldn’t get the chance. The mech who had the crazy idea to repair him was young but already too experienced to do something so stupid.

 

Even if the idea to look after him was pretty stupid in the first place.

 

“I know a medic’s duty is to help injured mechs, no matter which side of the war he’s on. Still, did you really have to try to repair me?”

 

Evenly, the Autobot answered.

 

“You said so yourself; it’s my duty, even if I don’t especially like treating Decepticons.”

“You could have avoided me. There’s still some injured on your side,” the Decepticon calmly pointed out.

“Yeah, but none of them are at risk of deactivation within the next few breems. Besides, Ratchet has them under control.”

 

Ah. Right. If the sociopath in charge of repairs for the opposing army was looking after the others, there was no need to panic. For all his temper, he was skilled. Even Hook, of all the mechs he knew, had a grudging respect for his work.

 

There was silence for a few minutes before the medic exclaimed loudly:

 

“There! I managed to repair the main damages! It’s not pretty, but it shouldn’t break easily and I’m sure the Constructicons will be able to finish. You’re saved!”

 

The Decepticon sighed loudly upon hearing the new. So much for his hope of dying right here. He should had known Primus wasn’t merciful enough, if he existed, to grant his wish.

 

“You Autobots have no respect for a person's life and wishes, do you?” He deadpanned, shaking his head softly.

 

As he was lying on the ground, that wasn’t exactly easy.

 

The medic seemed indignant he even made the suggestion, because he briefly stopped his work to answer him.

 

“Of course we respect people’s lives! We’re not like you Decepticons!”

“I’m sure you aren’t. But I noticed you didn’t say anything about their decisions...”

“Their decisions too,” answered the medic before looking again at his patient’s circuits.

“But right now, you didn’t.”

 

The medic looked puzzled for a second.

 

“Excuse me?”

“Did it occur to you I may not have wanted to be saved, Autobot?”

 

The arms still plunged in his insides stopped moving before being retracted. Slowly, the medic turned his head toward him. Dead End looked at him sternly.

 

The Autobot stared at him some more, as if he had just begun to fully understood exactly what he had done, and especially who he had repaired, before asking.

 

“Ok, I’m not sure I should ask why you didn’t want to. You ‘Cons are strange like that, from what I heard, but... If you didn’t want to be repaired... Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you never asked me in the first place," answered Dead End. "Of course, as you began to work on my chassis while I was still offline, I couldn't voice my wishes, could I?”

 

First Aid looked sheepish as he passed a hand behind his head.

 

“Oops. My bad?”