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A Prime Christmas Carol - Ch.1

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Chapter One: Cliffjumper's Ghost

Alone slept Ratchet in his recharge berth, resting silently in the light-green glow of the monitors that filled his room.  Peaceful and quiet, it was one of the few places the old white and orange mech could get a good night's rest without being disturbed by the noisy children, or other Autobots requesting his presence for something so tedious it probably didn't need to be called to his attention at all.  And with that holiday coming around, what did the humans call it again?  Christmas?  Bah-humbug, Christmas could go rot with the zombies for all the medic cared.  It was a silly little human holiday which held no interest to him.  He was even surprised that the kids had not only managed to drag Bulkhead and Bumblebee into it (okay, he wasn't really surprised that Bumblebee was getting involved) but Aree's and Optimus Prime's involvement shocked him as well.  It's just a silly little human holiday, he thought to himself.  No need for the Autbots to get concerned.

He snorted in recharge, grumbling to himself as he tried to think of a more pleasant memory to relay over.  Too bad there weren't many.  His face was fixed into a perplexed frown and he gave a shudder, as if cold.

Something suddenly clinked in the medic's office and his bright blue optics flew open with surprise.  He stared up at the metallic walls above himself with a scowl before darting his optics around and then heaving himself up out of the berth.  He looked around for anything suspicious, whipping out one sword for defense and eyed the room carefully.  He was not about to get jumped in his own office again, not after the incident with his animated tool.  The white and orange Autobot narrowed his optics again, taking in the soft glowing green light to get a better view on his office, but all remained still.  He tightened his lip, frowning and slowly set the sword away, stealing a hasty glance around the room before lying back onto his own berth with a grumble of discontent.

A few minutes passed, and Ratchet had by then assured himself it was nothing but an over-active memory plaguing him.  He gave another snort of disapproval and closed his optics, reassuring himself that all which was needed was a good recharge for this night of December 24th, and he'd be as good as new in the morning.

The eerie creek of his door opening and the sound of chains sliding across the floor with a cold wisp of air seeping into the room soon convinced him otherwise.  His bright blue optics opened again, this time narrowed with frustration as he thought, If Miko's trying to scare me again … Grumbling he sat up, leaving his weapons deactivated and glanced around, looking for the rambunctious young human.  Earlier in the year she had given him a slight fright during the night called "Halloween" and Ratchet made it very clear afterwards she was never to sneak into his office again.  Bad things had ensued, and possibly hilarity.

"Miko, if you're trying to scare me again –" Ratchet suddenly stopped, gasping at the pale figure in his doorway, draped in chains and floating above the ground.

He blinked, still slack-jawed with shock and confusion as the faded figure finished slipping into his office.  A tint of red armor there, one horn missing on the right side of his helm, and a broken and beaten figure entering his room all pointed to many signs he did not want to see.

"Cl-Cliffjumper?" he stuttered, suddenly confused.  Ratchet blinked again, trying to clear his optics.  Maybe he was just seeing something, maybe that was just it …

"Oh, uh, hey Ratchet," chuckled the ghost, hovering over to his comrade.  "How's life in the land of the living?"

With a gasp the medic jumped back, slamming against the wall closest to his bed as he tried to scramble away from this horrible illusion he just had to be imagining.  The illusion then laughed, moving closer.

"No, no, don't be scared.  It's okay, ol' buddy.  I aint gonna hurt ya," the ghost of Cliffjumper grinned as best as it could while moving forward to greet his friend.  "I just need to-"

"No!"  Ratchet put his arms up and crossed them in quick defense, giving a huff and lowering them again as he eyed the apparition in front of him.  He then snorted in its face and pulled forward bravely, "No, no you're not.  Because you don't exist." He poked rudely at its chest, making the ghost look quizzical. "Ghosts don't exist.  I'm just having a bad dream is all, and when I wake up again you're gong to be gone and out of my office, like nothing ever happened.  End of story."

"Aww, c'mon Ratch, don't be like that," cooed Cliffjumper, giving as sweet a grin as a demented ghost could, and watched with a sad face as the medic swiftly turned away from him and lay back on the berth, facing away from his deceased friend.

Crossing his arms with a huff and rattling the chains draped around his figure, Cliffjumper disappeared only for a second before poofing through the wall, facing the medic with a scowl.  He tapped the old-timer's helm twice for attention, still frowning, and got a pleasant surprised reaction as Ratchet's optics budged and he flung himself off the metallic bed in alarm with a startled yelp.  The red-tinted ghost rolled its good optic and then hovered over the infuriated transformer he was interrogating with a scowl.

"Look, buddy, I'm just as upset as you are, but come on!  We're doing this for the kids for sparks sake, and the government's supposed to give us a lot of good money for this.  So just roll with it.  It's Christmas." He huffed, still folding his arms and the chains draped from over his shoulders and dangled onto the medic's chassis.

"Well," Ratchet's optics shifted from side to side decisively.  He knew there was some sort of famous line that he was supposed to say right about here.  "Bah, hambug!"

"Humbug," Cliffjumper corrected him with a bored look upon his face, rolling his one good optic.

"HUMBUG!" the medic replied, giving his engine a soft rev as he realized his stupid little mistake.

Ratchet, suddenly realizing that he was talking casually with something that didn't exist, shook his head and scowled, furrowing his brows.  He tried to swat the faded chains away from him as he sat up with a firm, "No!  I don't want any part of this, go away!"

"H-hey, that tickles," chuckled Cliffjumper's ghost as the Autobot's gray hand temporarily materialized into it.  The medic gasped and scrambled backward as a rush of cold air flew through his systems.  Maybe this wasn't as fake as he thought it was …

Cliffjumper frowned and hovered over to Ratchet gain, fixing him with a hard stare and grabbing onto his shoulder, digging into the armor and making sure that his fellow Autobot wouldn't get away this time.  The white and orange medic cringed in fear and waited for something horrible to happen as the ghost's optics went wide and it spoke, "Tonight, my dear friend Ratchet, you will be visited by three ghosts to help mend your irritable ways –"

"I am not irritable!"  Ratchet suddenly protested with a deep scowl.  "And I am not falling for this trick at all!  Three ghosts?  Honestly, anyone can see where that plot is going, and I will absolutely not be participating in any such-"

"When the clock strikes one," Cliffjumper's ghost grinned in a sly manner. "The fun will have begun.  When the clock strikes two, there'll be more trouble for you!"  He leaned in closer to intimidate the medical officer, giving now a devilish-grin as his single horn shimmered in the light. "And as the bell chimes three, well," his chuckle sounded dangerous and dark, "You'll see.  Have a happy recharge, Ratchet."

And with a last cackle, the ghost disappeared, releasing its steely grip form the orange and white Autobot's shoulder.  Ratchet gasped, panting, bright blue optics darting around.  He quickly snapped his jaw shut, realizing he was alone, and his expression soon went afoul as he heaved himself up, grumbling.  He dulled his blue optics as they narrowed with frustration and he walked back to his metallic bed, muttering and grumbling all the while as he set himself back on it and lay down to go back to recharge.

Just a hallucination, he told himself as he closed his optics, ready for a good night's rest.  Everything will be prime and dandy in the morning, no need to fuss over this "Cliffjumper's ghost" thing.  And just before he set himself into a deep sleep, he quickly checked the time, just to make sure the apparition, which didn't exist, wasn't lying.  It was 12:07AM.  He shuddered, draping one arm over his chest for comfort and grumbled at himself to rest.
Chapter 1: Cliffjumper's Ghost
Chapter 2: Ghost of Christmas Past
Chapter 3: Ghost of Christmas Present
Chapter 4: Ghost of Christmas Future
Chapter 5: The End Of It

Okay, so, this is totally late and you all probably hate me now haha 8D Sorry, I came back late from my Christmas partying at gramps and have been wicked sleep deprived the last few days. >: It's my own fault, and I'm really sorry I didn't get this up sooner. Sorry.

So, uh, yeah xD I'm doing a parody of A Christmas Carol using Transformers: Prime characters. I'm hoping to get this all finished soon, I mean, I don't want to flood just your inboxes with this, but if you commented I'd like it :3 Opinions are always wanted, and I'm really anxious for this. First time posting TF literature. And I'm entering it in the :icontransformers-prime: contest. Scary scary.

Well, hopefully this will be just as much for you as it has been for me. I've done my best to incorporate humor in every chapter, but trust me, this can and will get dark very fast. But you're going to have to wait for that. :meow:

I'll be posting the chapters one day after another(or I'll be trying to), so looks like I'll be ringing in the New Year with this instead of Christmas xD Ironic, huh? My bad x3

My favorite part is: “Well,” Ratchet’s optics shifted from side to side decisively. He knew there was some sort of famous line that he was supposed to say right about here. “Bah, hambug!”

“Humbug,” Cliffjumper corrected him with a bored look upon his face, rolling his one good optic.

HUMBUG!” the medic replied, giving his engine a soft rev as he realized his stupid little mistake.

LULZ THAT'S MY FAVORITE! 8D :iconexcitedplz: AREN'T I A COOL KID? 8D I made that up all by myself :meow: Proudness. I has it.

Well, I suppose this is it. Toodlepip, my fellow deviants, I believe it's high time I went to eat a clementine and danced to I Like It by Enrique Iglesias. -dances off-

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42PhineasandFerb42's avatar
It's May and this is a Christmas story but I'm gonna read cus I can. I love the start; very much in character. Gosh I love Ratchet...and Raf but this chappy was about ratchet so yeah:)