Title: Untitled
Disclaimer: Not mine, even thought I want it.
Author: RedWasabi89
Notes: This was a response to a challenge that I was issued, I dunno if you like it or not, but I wrote it quick and just for you.
Rating: K+
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It was dark in the CMO's room. If any bot had happened into the room at that moment the first thing they would have thought was that the two occupants of the recharge berth were asleep and then, had they been programmed with any kind of manners at all they would have left. But sleep was actually the furtherest thing from either of the recharge bed's occupants.
Ratchet lay there, gazing intently at the bot next to him. Lovingly, he stroked the arms, that doubled as dangerous cannons. His optics brightened in memory of all the times they had shared. The battles, the fights, the energon, their love.
It had all been wonderful, that they had had each other for so long. Most bots never find their spark mate, but they had been lucky. It was especially unusual to have a spark mate during times of war, but they had bonded to each other far before the war started. They had bonded, and sworn never to leave one another, they had sealed the promise with their sparks.
In the distance, Ratchet heard the faint groaning, and shifting as the Ark began to power up, and bot's started to on line. With an inaudible sigh, Ratchet leaned over and tenderly nuzzled the neck of his spark mate. He walked over to the door of his room, and turned to give one last look at the bot that still lay motionless on the recharge berth.
He shook his head and walked out the door, towards the med-bay; the image of his lover, unmoving on their re charge berth still burning in his optics. Someday, someday, he silently vowed, he would find a way to bring Ironhide back.