Project horny Wrecker, chapter 1
Author's notes: First time writing TFP fan fiction. My inspiration was Transformers Prime episode "Stronger, Faster" and a certain song by Daft Punk. Special thanks to my proofreader Pika for her support, patience and corrections. Feedback is encouraged as I am trying to become a better writer. Fic is rated M for explicit sexual content.
After the incident with the Synthetic Energon Ratchet had spent more time alone. He still felt a little guilty for what had happened and therefore let others take care of the Decepticon hunting. He was not a fighter but a medic and his specialty was taking care of others. Right now everyone else was out investigating recent Decepticon activity and he had been left alone at the base. Still even now, as he was doing his research activities, he could not deny that he had enjoyed being a little stronger and faster. It would have been useful to the Autobots if the energon could have given them an increase in agility and speed as they were outnumbered compared to the Decepticons. But the side effects that he had experienced while testing the Synthetic Energon on himself, made the medibot sigh and hang his head in shame. He had become cocky, straightforward and bloodthirsty, a complete opposite of himself. That is why he had destroyed every single vial of that dangerous drink.
"Ratchet, your discoveries with the Synthetic Energon are useful to us. Don't throw away your research because of one setback, we are not blaming you. But in the future, it should be tested on something else first, not on yourself or on any Autobot." Optimus had suggested, while having a talk with the medic about what had previously happened.
"No Optimus. This version of the drink is too dangerous. I don't ever again want to relive what happened" the orange and white medic had replied seriously. He couldn't bare the shame of making another mistake.
"It is better to start fresh with the creation of Synthetic Energon. That way I can monitor how the substance behaves under various conditions and on different subjects. I want it to be safe, for us" he had to take responsibility of his project, because of the past. He owed his team mates that much. Right now they needed Synthetic Energon more than anything as the Decepticons were very active and he was the only Autobot medic available to carry on the research. He could be blamed for taking his job too seriously, but then again what other options did he have?
Today the earth children were away because they had a school trip. For the first time in weeks the base was silent and dimly lit. Nowadays Ratchet enjoyed these rare moments of peace and quiet. He could take distraction to a certain point, but if he needed to work the noisy circumstances made it difficult. A soft sigh of satisfaction escaped between his mouth plating – he felt relaxed and eager to carry on his current task. The orange and white medic stood next to a chemist table on top of which various kinds of laboratory equipment were gathered. He had managed to take the second batch of the energon to the point, where it could be tested. The color of the liquid running between two kettles had the same green color but Ratchet had made remarkable changes in the formula. Though he had destroyed the Synthetic Energon, he still had to start with his old formulas and notes of the research. Taking a lot of time studying and experimenting with the old batch, he had managed to find out what had caused the problems last time. All he had to do was to change the distilling method. The green liquid traveled from one tube to a another and finally ended up in a glass bottle. The medic had a thoughtful expression on his face as he picked up the new version of the drink and examined its consistency in the dim lightning of the room.
That was when he heard the comm link system buzz. Ratchet put down his equipment and hurried his steps to the communications panel as it might be something urgent from Optimus. To his surprise he noticed that the caller was not one of his team members but Wheeljack, who rarely interacted with the Autobot team.
"Oh, Wheeljack? What is the matter?" the medibot inquired while opening the comm link with one touch of his fingers. "Are you in need of medical services?" it was the only logical reason he could come up with to the Wrecker's urgent call.
"Hey Doc, thanks for asking but I am perfectly fine." the rogue warrior answered and Ratchet could hear him smirking at the other end. "Just wondering if you had a little time right now? I'm close so could you bridge me there? We could have a chat if ya liked" the sportscar continued.
Out of all times, why did he have to call now? Now was his perfect chance to get somewhere with his project and the doorwinged bot wanted to have a friendly chat? Ratchet felt annoyed. He had met the Wrecker a couple of times before and he didn't like his reckless attitude – at least not near his precious Synthetic Energon project. "Right now I am rather busy..." he replied and was about to touch the "close comm link" button.
"Actually I contacted you because I thought you were in need of some company. Or that's what Bulkhead said when I contacted him. And you are always alone at the base after all" Wheeljack insisted and kept on his cheerful chatter.
At the other end of the line the ambulance rolled his eyes and answered: "Indeed I am alone, my place is not out there on the field but here where I can be most useful. And I have projects to take care of. Being alone works for me just fine. You of all bots should be able to understand that..." his voice suddenly had a sharp edge as if he was blaming the Lancia for his choices.
Wheeljack wasn't confused by his bitter attitude. He knew how the others felt about his way of working. But indeed, it was his choice. He was afraid of getting involved because to his experience it only lead to sorrow. He didn't want to feel that he belonged somewhere, he cherished his freedom. Action was his passion and taking on Cons around the galaxy worked for him just fine. Smirking sadly to himself he finally answered: "Sure Doc, but sometimes it's fun to mingle and let off a little steam. So how about that? Open a bridge and I'll be there in a jiffy?"
Why was he so persistent! A realization came to the medic as he understood that perhaps Bulkhead had been talking to the Wrecker about his recent actions? That the medic wanted to spend time alone and remain at the base. If so, Ratchet needed to have a word with him later on. He didn't need anyone watching his back or to keep him company. But right now he didn't want to spend time arguing over stupid things and as he was feeling compliant, the orange and white medic simply replied to the proposition: "All right, I am opening you a bridge."
After a while he could see the warrior enter the base through a turquoise bridge in his vehicle form. "You made the right choice Doc, I appreciate it..." he smiled and transformed to his mech form. Ratchet noticed that he was holding a large box of Engex - an intoxicate for Autobots. He should have known better that the Wrecker's idea of enjoyment involved something like that. "This place seems a little different. Dead even. It's better with more people and sounds " Wheeljack commented as he walked past the ambulance and ventured deeper inside the base. Ratchet followed him with a rather suspicious look on his face.
"I beg to differ. These conditions are ideal for me to work and I cannot see how a party finishes my urgent projects. So, dear Wheeljack, by the allspark, what are you planning to do with all that Engex?" the grumpy Autobot asked as the box was placed on a table quite near his laboratory equipment. The rogue bot had an innocent look on his face plates as he opened up the Engex box. Liquids in various colors could be found inside and Wheeljack handled a bottle of red to the medic. "Now WE are going to spend the evening and forget about your worries tonight..."
Ratchet looked from the Wrecker to the bottle and back. "Are you out of your mind? Our whole team is out there and the only one that can help them if needed is me. I cannot get drunk. I cannot abandon my position...especially after what happened last time..." he huffed and looked at the sportscar angrily.
The younger bot smirked at the other and walked closer to him while opening his own bottle containing yellow drink. "Talking about responsible, sometimes you take your job way too seriously. Though I know why, all they have is you " the warrior talked. "Hey Doc, it's perfectly fine. It was big bot who told me that you really need this."
Optimus had asked him come over? Ratchet couldn't understand. Why would he ask Wheeljack of all bots to be there for him? Perhaps because he seemed like someone who knew how to party and how to have a good time. He was careless, wild but loyal and he obviously knew how to talk to other bots. But most of all this was something out of the ordinary for Ratchet. Perhaps Optimus had thought that giving him something else to think would make him forget about his failures. His thoughts were interrupted as the sportscar continued. "You have a permission and you really need this. So just once, Doc, let go. You have blamed yourself long enough of what happened, we all make mistakes" he took a sip of his drink and spoke softly. Ratchet was still a little suspicious and he couldn't believe what he had just heard.
Why would his team plan something like this behind his back? Perhaps they had noticed the changes in him: that he wanted to spend time alone and that he was even more grumpy than he normally was. Because of the earlier energon accident he kept acting this way. Maybe his team felt sorry for him because they had forgiven him but he himself couldn't let go. Ratchet started to wonder if it affected on his performance as a medic in some way? Perhaps Optimus feared it and wanted to give Ratchet something new to think – push him in a strange situation. This was most definitely strange and it would help him relax, if he just gave it a chance. Ratchet's conscience acted and said that he should give it a try. Deep down he wanted to forget and forgive himself. And there was Wheeljack, giving an aiding hand, sent by his very own team.
Anger and confusion left his system and he felt a sudden rush of easiness. His team really cared about him more than he could have believed. He'd do it for his team.
"Fine! But just a couple of drinks, and you will leave if anyone comms" the medic replied and opened the bottle and took a sip. Since he usually didn't drink, he felt his systems do a small jump start as the drink kicked in.
"Whatever you say champ. The point is just to enjoy and forget about the bad things. Go crazy as they say..." he gave the medic's back a pat and drank again. Engex filled their bodies with warmth and energy. Their processors heated up and everything seemed to work a little better than before drinking. It was a great feeling and Ratchet felt his tenseness slip away. Perhaps this had been a good idea after all.