Author's Note- I looked it up and guess what? Ratchet counts as a real first name for a boy! So, in this story, Ratchet will not have a 'codename'. He is still going to be Ratchet.

p.s.- I know what I'm naming my first child if it's a boy... ;)

p.s.s.- The others will have codenames, but don't worry, I'll be sure to mention who is who in the actual story.

Minor fluff warning! xD


Luciana Hill's eyes lifted up and away from the book she was reading and she smiled at the front door. Walking in, was Ratchet, her husband of about five years. She closed the book and placed it gently on the couch's arm rest. Folding one leg over the other, she leaned her head back and allowed him to kiss her softly.

"Hey," she grinned when he pulled away. "How was work?"

He shrugged, "Same as it usually is. We haven't really had much activity lately," he sighed, setting his bags and jacket down on the floor next to the couch. "How are things?"

She shrugged, too. "Same as it usually is," she repeated with a wink. "I read some stuff here and there, cleaned a little, went for a walk, came home, read some more.."

He shook his head with a laugh. "You have a car. Go out and do something with your friends."

She laughed out loud. "Have you seen gas prices?"

"Well, anytime you want to use my vehicle when I'm home, you're more than welcome," he replied, not even thinking about what he had said until she commented on it.

"Did you just hear what I said about gas prices?" She chuckled, standing up from the couch to head in the dining room.

He mentally slapped himself. It was so easy to forget. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking," he paused and frowned when she nodded her head at him.

"You tend to do that a lot," she joked, pushing a finger in his side.

Smirking, he grabbed her and she squealed and giggled as he pulled her in close. "I got you now," he played. He could feel her body relax and his arms did the same. Her hands reached up and rested against his forearms. He craned his neck down so his lips could trace the side of her face.

Turning her head, she smiled into his lips. Pulling away slowly, her smile remained even as he released her from his soft hold. "I don't know how you always manage to do that."

"Do what?" He asked, but the crooked smile on his face told her he knew what she was talking about.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Always manage to just sweep me off my feet and make me feel special."

"You're wrong," he told her. Before she could ask what, how or why, he had lifted her up into his arms bridal style. "This is me sweeping you off your feet."

"Oh, my God," she laughed, rolling her eyes once more, her face just a little red. Her arms were tightly around his neck to hold herself up. "Stop it. Put me down!" She laughed.

Grinning triumphantly, Ratchet did as told and gently placed her back on her feet. She shook her head and walked in to the kitchen. He followed her. Opening the fridge, she grabbed a bottled water and shut the door. "What's for dinner tonight?"

"I was kinda in the mood for the chicken parmesan. It's in the oven already. That okay?" She asked, walking by him to head back to the living room.

He nodded, "Whatever you feel like making, sweetspark." He flinched once the word came out of his mouth. He had meant to say sweet'heart', but the un-familiarization of the word kept him from doing so. He bit his lips, waiting for her to question the word.

Instead, he was surprised to see that she didn't. She only laughed and sat back down on the couch. Grabbing the television remote, she turned the screen on and flipped through random channels.

Sighing with relief, Ratchet went to sit down next to her. Before he could do so, the phone rang. "I'll get it," he sighed, turning back around to reach for the cordless, black phone. The orange screen lit, showing a familiar number. With a deep breath, he answered. "Yes, Jimmy?"

Luciana smiled faintly at his tone, shaking her head with her eyes still glued to the television.

"Medic, what in the pit are you doing? I thought you would be at the slagging base later today," came the gruff response.

Looking back at Luciana, Ratchet made sure Luciana wasn't watching him and he walked back to the kitchen. "I thought I told you to use the comm link?" He growled back, making sure to keep his tone low. "You know you can't call this phone and use that language, Ironhide."

"Yeah, yeah," Ironhide sighed. "Calm down. We need you back on base."

"For what?" Ratchet asked, walking back in the living room. Luciana focused her attention on him. "What happened now?"

"Sideswipe's still not doing good. His systems keep rebooting," Ironhide replied. "Last mission took a toll on him. Which is why I called you on this phone. You know.. so Luci doesn't get suspicious."

Ratchet sighed and wiped a hand down his face. "Alright. I'll be down in an hour."

"See you then,"

Ratchet hung up and placed the phone back on the receiver angrily. He groaned, just standing there without moving for a few seconds. "Everything okay?" Luciana asked.

Ratchet shook his head and turned to face her. "No. One of my patients is having trouble again. I'll have to go back down to the medical facility after dinner."

"Oh," her face dropped enough for Ratchet to notice. She was upset, and he knew it. "That's alright." She stood up. "I'll go check on it. It should be done in about ten minutes."

Before she could walk by him, he placed his hands on her shoulders and stopped her. Looking her in the eyes, he spoke, "I'm sorry about this, Luci," he frowned. "I will make it up to you."

She smiled. "That's okay, Ratchet. It's not your fault."

Placing a hand on her cheek, he gently ran his thumb back and forth. After staring into one another's face for a few seconds, he finally let her go and she turned to head for the kitchen without another word coming from either of their mouths.