Hey, hey, hey! I couldn't wait to load this up! I was going to wait to load next week, but I couldn't. So, this is the sequel to my Ratchet and Perceptor story Babysit. I would read that one first before you read this one.
blood shifter: Thanks for all the reviews! I hope you like this story as much, if not more, as the last one. That was just a teaser, not another chapter of Babysit, but Ratchet might just peek in...
flamingmarsh: Thank you! Hopefully you'll love this one too! I'll fine a beta reader as soon as I can... Ratchet might fine out... XD
Elita One: I couldn't think of a better way to end the story then with Ratchet being able to adopt Perceptor! Percy&Jack... I think that's a cute pairing.
Corona 1: Hope you like this!
Cheysuli-Nights: I'm glad you didn't cry. I thought ending the story like that and not doing a sequel would just be terrible to do to all my readers. I'm glad you like the pairing, I don't see it a lot and I do like it. So I thought WHY NOT!
mobliehomes: Yes, Ratchet adopting Perceptor is very sweet.
Panda Manda: (faints) OMP! I've read your stories and I love them, I'm so happy you like mine! I hope you like this one as well.
Moonscream: Yes, it will change. If you don't like it don't read.
Jessie07: Good! I hope you like this one as well!
Dragowulf: Well... here's more! Hope you enjoy it! And yes, Prowl and Jazz are moving in together, I like that pairing as well.
Chapter One
Perceptor isn't one to brag, but considering how young he is, he was very very smart. He knew things most people would miss or completely disagree with. One, his Aunt Dragonfly was not really his aunt. She partly cared for him at a young age and he had called him aunt, so it stuck. Two, his neighbors, Prowl and Jazz, were Autobots no matter what they said. And three, people denied it said Perceptor was losing it, but Ratchet was not his father. Don't get him wrong, he loved Ratchet, he was always there for him, but something just didn't feel right.
But, no matter how smart he was, there were somethings he couldn't figure out. The scar on his leg, for one thing, confused him to no end. His dad told him that it was a burnt accident, but his wiring was damaged so that was a lie. Attempting to prove them wrong, he had looked in every record he could find, but there was no printed evidence that he had a different mother of father.
"Perceptor... Perceptor!"
He name being yelled, Perceptor fell out of his chair and crashed to the floor; the class laughed openly.
"Perceptor, please, pay attention." the teacher sighed.
"I-I'm sorry sir." Perceptor may have been smart, but he had the tendency to have his CPU wander.The teacher pulled out a data pad, wrote something quick, and handed it to Perceptor.
"Give this to your father." Perceptor looked down at the note; his spark stopped.
"Oh... oh no sir, my father will be so mad at me. I can't have that!" The class laughed again.
"I'm sorry, but your attention span is starting to worry me. I need to talk to him."
...
Ratchet sighed.
"Perceptor... third time this week, your third teacher too!"
"I... I'm sorry dad, I really am."
"What are you thinking about that makes you... well, not pay attention?"
"I... I've been thinking a lot." Ratchet knelt down until he was optic level with Perceptor.
"Why do you keep looking? I am your father, no matter what other people say."
"But... but-"
"No buts, I'll talk to your teacher. But try to pay better attention in class, alright?"
"Yes sir..."
"Alright, go wash up. We'll be having dinner soon."
Perceptor nodded and left, head hanging slightly. Ratchet sighed again, his spark clenching. He was never made to be a parent, bu he promised that he would care for Perceptor. He loved him, he really did, but there was always this wall that Ratchet just couldn't break down. There was a loud knock on the door, pulling Ratchet away from his train of thought.
"Hey Ratchet!" Jazz burtsed threw the door, Prowl right behind him.
"Hello you two, you're over easily."
"What? I wanted to see my favorite youngling."
"Jazz!"
"Hey there's Perceptor!" Jazz embraced the force of a running Perceptor and lifted him off the ground.
"Perceptor, please, you know there's no running in here." said Ratchet.
"Uh oh, looks like someones in trouble." said Prowl smiling.
"You know what that means..." Jazz smiled widely.
"No... no no, Jazz don't-"
Perceptor squealed in glee as Jazz wrapped his arms around him and began to tickel, fingers darting in and out.
"AH! J-Jazz, hahaha, stop! Heehee, dad help!" Ratchet laughed, watching the scene play out. Jazz cornered Perceptor away from the other two mechs and gave a look to Prowl. Nodding, Prowl pulled a data pad out of subspace, Perceptor's laughter becoming louder.
"Here," Prowl handed it to Ratchet, "Another payment and note."
"Given to you?"
"We thought it strange also."
Unknown to Perceptor, his father was alive and well, but in hiding. Ratchet had been receiving notes and payments since he was given Perceptor to care for. His father asked that Perceptor never know.
"But don't dwell on it," Prowl continued, "we need to enjoy this evening. You do know what today is right?"
"Of course... it's when I first met Perceptor."
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"Thanks for coming tonight, sorry about Perceptor falling into recharge." whispered Ratchet, opening the door for Prowl and Jazz to leave.
"It's fine. Poor kid fell after dinner." said Jazz.
"It's still... I'm sorry." Prowl placed a hand on Ratchet's shoulder.
"He's going threw a tough time right now. The most you can do is be supportive and comfort him."
They left, Jazz's arm placed lovingly around Prowl's waist, and Ratchet closed the door. He entered the next room to where Perceptor was curled into a ball. Ratchet shook his head, knowing the youngling would be sore if he slept like that. He unfurled Perceptor and held him close, Perceptor resting his head on his father's shoulder. Finding the new presence comforting, Perceptor moved closer to Ratchet, softly mumbling "...Father."
"Shh," Ratchet gently rubbed Perceptor's back, "I'm right here," he looked over at the data pad, "And he's here with you in spirit."