#I'll have this one wrapped as soon as i finish the rex/dead end one

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cut for length and for content. First Aid and Ratchet chat about medical kink and dismantling their fuckbuddies and then having sex about it but Ratchet thinks First Aid is fucking some Autobot and keeps trying to figure out who the fuck he is talking about and First Aid is convinced Ratchet vaguely referencing Wheeljack is actually talking about having a Decepticon fuckbuddy of his own so they are VERY MUCH having two different conversations at the same time

Ratchet wasn't really sure how they'd gotten onto the topic of kink, but he supposed it had to come up sooner or later. Something like one in seven medics were onlined with a sadism subroutine. It was helpful in getting mecha with particularly active empathy neurocenters over the emotional difficulty associated with cutting patients open. First Aid had the empathy in spades, and… well. He wasn't particularly subtle about the sadism, either. Still, he hadn't brought it up, and he'd slowly gotten a handle on himself and stopped staring down patients' open chassis like he wanted to drink their innermost energon, and then he'd started flouncing about with the obvious satisfied glow of someone who was getting laid and laid well. Stood to reason that he'd found someone to explain it all to him, even if that hadn't been Ratchet.

Really, Ratchet thought, listening to First Aid brag, what really didn't add up was how [easily] he'd found someone to play with.

"…so he was down two major motor relays," First Aid continued, beaming, "and I was rooting around for the third, the one in the trinariate junction behind the thoraccis?"

Ratchet knew the one, nodding. It was the motor relay that controlled the lower body of a rotary model. Maybe… Springer? Was he talking about Springer? As far as Ratchet knew, Springer didn't sub, though, and he wasn't into surgery…

"So I disabled that right about when he got the ropes I had around his wrists around my neck, and I slipped and cut him a little deeper than I meant because he wanted to kiss me. It was cute but I was so worried. The quatrenary fuel-filtration systems usually aren't that time-sensitive fixes, though, right? If I nick it a second time, that's not such a big deal, right? I never like damaging these systems before I know how they take to it."

[Quatrenary] fuel systems? Okay, so not Springer, who was on a three-tank setup… that was unusual. Wait- Blades, maybe? Was Blades a sub? Maybe that would explain why no one had told Ratchet there was another hardcore painplayer on base; he hadn't realized Ratchet was up to play with him. But it didn't really sound like Blades.

"Anyway, from there I wound up going for his arms next, after I patched the split, and once that was done the roleplay element was pretty much done, right? I'm not supposed to keep the persona up if we haven't really talked about it, right? He said I did fine, but I want to make sure I'm getting the concepts."

"Let me just get this straight," Ratchet said, running it over in his head. "You physically disabled and dismantled your partner with the understanding that you were doing a consensual-non-consent scene where you were an evil medic stripping him apart for spare parts, and you… put on some kind of persona for the paralysis but not for the organ-fondling?"

"Uh… yeah?" First Aid fidgeted a little, clasping his hands in front of his hips and then moving them back to his sides. "I did do it wrong, didn't I."

["Not] necessarily," Ratchet said, raising a hand. "Here, sit down. What makes you think you did it wrong?"

"My, uh, partner," First Aid said, slumping into a seat across from Ratchet. "Played his role the entire time. I just got wrapped up in it and forgot I was pretending to be someone else."

"Okay," Ratchet said. "You could probably afford to discuss this with your partner-- "

"He'll just wave me off," First Aid said immediately. "He says [everything] I do is perfect, even though I know I hardly know what I'm doing. I don't really know how to roleplay. I kind of don't think I like it. It feels unnatural."

Ratchet frowned. "You don't have to play a character to play a scene. You can just be yourself, acting in unusual ways. I've done it a fair few times before, and--"

First Aid's visor snapped up, rapt. Huh.

"Um," Ratchet said.

"Really?" First Aid asked.

"Yeah," Ratchet said.

"Okay, we can come back to this," First Aid said suddenly, waving one hand and then leaning over the table, folding both under his chin. "Want to swap stories?"

"What?" Ratchet said.

"I'm practically dying, not telling anyone about it," First Aid said, looking up at Ratchet. "Tripline and Outlet don't like it when I talk about my hookups, they say they think it's scary and it makes them cringe, which is fair and I get it but I hear about what they get up to all the time and no one ever listens to me about mine. I--"

"Okay, okay, I get the picture," Ratchet said, raising his hands to stem the enthusiastic tide of words. "You've got to find more friends who have similar interests, people like your rotary friend."

"And you," First Aid cut in. "You said you do it too."

"I do, but," Ratchet said. "First Aid, uh, I'm your direct superior. I'm not supposed to be involved in your romantic pursuits."

"Well, that's cool, because you aren't," First Aid said. "I just don't really know anyone else who's… you know, [cool] about… it. So just as friends."

Okay, Ratchet could work with that. It probably would do First Aid some good to introduce him to the other kinksters on board, even if there weren't many who were apparently on First Aid's level. Straight from virgin to doing full-body dismantling scenes inside of a few months. He'd certainly jumped straight into the deep end.

"Alright," Ratchet said. Probably for the best not to tell First Aid [who] he was talking about, at least until he knew First Aid wouldn't make some sort of a thing about it. He'd gotten a weird social-standards download pack, and he had some of the [oddest] gaps in his etiquette protocols. Ratchet was never sure when they were going to come out. "So, I have a friend…"

-

First Aid could hardly believe it. ['Your rotary friend'], Ratchet had said. He [knew] about Vortex.

And he was okay with it! First Aid couldn't [believe] his audials. He should've gotten the guts to talk to Ratchet sooner.

"I have a friend," Ratchet said vaguely, "someone I've known for a long time.

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Hudson and Rex S02E09 - Bullet in the Water

Because these are the copies that I recommended for download, I have to mention that the subtitles that are embedded for this episode are no good, unfortunately. I think they put the subtitles from S06E01 in this one by mistake. And I don't have an alternative subtitle source to suggest as these are webrips. Gah.

I didn't really know Canada has a tradition in the rowing sports (if I say that correct) because I don't watch a lot of that in the Olympics.

I have that sea shanty they were singing in a playlist somewhere.

Charlie with Rex's vest: What is wrong with this thing? lol

Joe: You cannot move in until SWAT deems the area secure. Charlie: Unless I want to.

I've seen army vests for dogs before but look!

One of the rowers looks like he should have been cast as Jesse's brother or something. If Jesse had one.

Why is this vest so different? What happened to their police vests?

Charlie: No, it couldn't have shot from here. Rex: But I'm telling you! (Guess which one will turn out to be right.)

He figured it out! "Should have known better than to second-guess you, buddy". Yeah, you should.

That roll that Charlie does when the sniper is shooting is hilarious. Sorry.

This is not the time to say, "If you have an issue we can talk about it in a secure environment". It's time to say, "Stop shooting or I'll drop you dead". Which he pretty much says when the sniper aims at Rex.

What happens after, is pretty much the reason Charlie will always be a bit vulnerable when Rex is around. The shooter shoots in Rex's direction. Worried for Rex's safety, Charlie disregards police procedure and gets up from where he had ducked for cover and, of course, gets shot. Lucky for him, before the sniper finishes him off, Rex jumps on the guy, and Charlie arrests him.

"Be more careful next time". Excuse you, who's the one that got shot?

Not that I'm not grateful to see Sarah treating Charlie's gunshot wound, but... a mere graze? Really?

Joe lightly admonishes Charlie. Emphasis on lightly. Maybe because Joe didn't see what Charlie did.

Charlie immediately gets up to find the bullet with Rex. Queue annoyed/exasperated looks by Sarah and Joe.

"You may have just shot at me but we're friends now."

I may give Charlie some flack, but if it weren't for his stubbornness in this case, they would have just charged the military veteran with the murder.

Joe: That man shot you. Charlie: Come on, only a little.

Charlie: He beat me. Sarah: *laughs* Charlie: Hey, I'm suffering here.

Hard at work. How come no one asked Jesse (because I doubt all these figurines were Charlie's) where he got these from?

And now Sarah is the one who wants to pursue this case further and I bet they're starting to think that the twists will not end.

This is so fucked up. The entire team took the guy's dead body for rowing and they all knew that he was dead!

This is the face of a man who has been jerked around too much in this case and might snap if they don't wrap it up soon.

Russian roulette, drinking until someone throws up... Men are so stupid.

Charlie: She's watching, isn't she? Rex, tell me if she's watching.

Man, that Heritage University is hella dangerous. Charlie graduated from this place? It's like Hogwarts, but worse because someone dies almost every year.

"I was shot." "It was a graze." "What?" "Small graze." lol

They always get to go to the coolest memorial stuff.