I apologize for the long Author's Note, but it is important that you read it real quick!

This is another Ratchet/OC fic I'm doing with my OC, Demonator. It's technically a 'sequel', even though I'm still re-writing the first one, but to be honest, you don't need to read the first one to understand much in this story. But, if there's something you don't get, shoot me a message and I'll gladly answer questions and explain things!

Also, it's wise to point out that just because Demonator and Ratchet are an 'item', they are not bonded. They have no children, either. This story will also focus on that as well as all the secrets he uncovers about her.

So.. once again, if you have any questions, I encourage that you ask! :) Thank you!

The Official Demonator

Quick note: I do not own the name 'Rammunition'. I got that name from Monster Jam, so whoever owns the real monster truck named 'Rammunition', they obviously own it! :P

P.S. The name Rammunition is pronounced like the word 'ammunition' but with the 'R' in the front. xD Just in case people have a problem with it! A lot of people found it difficult to pronounce 'Demonator'.. xD so better safe than sorry!

Prologue

"Next," Megatron's voice echoed and bounced off numerous walls. His tone was full of annoyance. Why was it so hard to find decent recruits? Sitting on his throne, chin in the palm of his hand, looking bored, his optics perked when a younger femme stood before him. Well, she had the looks. Now all he had to do was see if she had the name and the guts. "Name?"

"Rammunition," she told him.

Rammunition? He thought to himself. Very powerful name. She must've been a strong warrior. After all, it was true that Decepticons got their names by how well they do in battle.

"And why, Rammunition," he snarled, entwining his fingers together and placing both his hands on his lap. "should I choose you?"

At this, she smirked. She knew before she even stood in front of him that she would soon be on his team. She had a little secret that nobody else knew about.. and it would help her get what she needed.

"Oh, shit!"

A loud clank made all heads turn in the direction in which it came from. When they did, all of the Autobots and some of the humans almost ran for their lives. Sideswipe, who had been playing with 'pebbles' that were really the size of human-beings, launched one in the air, completely unaware of the trajectory, and cringed when it nailed Demonator, the former Decepticon who was now an Autobot for over a year, in the head.

She scowled, immediately placing a hand on the throbbing area. Optics glowing redder than usual, she spun around and glared daggers at the twin prankster. "What the hell was that for?"

He instantly dropped the rocks in his hands and raised them defensively. "Dude- I mean.. Demonator, I had no idea you were standing there until after I threw it.. I swear to Primus!"

She growled, clenching her other hand into a fist. "Stop throwing rocks, you afthole. There are humans around here. This is gonna leave a dent.." she muttered, hand still to her head as she walked away.

Today wasn't really Demonator's day. She had just gotten back from a mission and had snapped multiple, highly sensitive cables. If she thought that was humiliating, the lecture from Ratchet was much worse. He claimed she should have taken it easier and that if she kept up her behavior, there may not be a next mission.

Now she'd probably be receiving another one. He would probably tell her that she was foolish for standing in the way of Sideswipe and his awful aiming abilities. The only time he was ever accurate was when he was in the middle of a battle.

"Wait up!" Demonator sighed heavily when she heard the sound of footsteps following her. She continued to walk, hoping she would be able to ditch him. Any other day, she would have enjoyed his company, but today, she wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody. Sideswipe had grown close to her over the last seven months. A hand on her shoulder made her stop abruptly. "Are you ok-"

"Sideswipe, please go away," Demonator sighed, trying her best to calm herself down so she didn't snap too hard on him. "I'll talk to you later."

Sideswipe's hand fell to his side and he watched her continue on walking to the med bay."..Alright."

When Demonator stepped foot inside the massive working station and quarters of Ratchet, she let out a huff of air. The noise was loud enough for him to hear, despite being so busy on his data pad, and he curiously lifted his head to look at her. After examining her for a split second, one optic squinted in slight confusion, his lips trembled into a smirk as sudden amusement took over. "What happened to your head?"

She shot him a dirty look, not because of the question, but because of the amusement he seemed to be getting out of it. "Sideswipe and his usual shenanigans. I'll be fine." She nodded at the data pad. "What're you up to?"

He shrugged, looking down at the data pad with obvious boredom. "The usual. Work, work and more work. Optimus is having me double the check-ups. More Decepticon activity lately, so.. we can't afford to have a messed-up processor go off on a mission."

"Then why are we still sending out Sunny and Sides?" She joked, grinning and sitting down on the nearest chair.

"I've already mentioned that point," he smiled. Then he quickly changed the subject. "Everybody's asking questions." He looked away, almost scared to look her in the optic as he spoke.

Demonator had to take a second or two to realize what he said. It almost sounded like a grumble. "Asking what?" Before he could reply, she added, "Us?"

He nodded slowly, finally looking back up at her. "Yes. They want to know when the ceremony will be." He half-smiled.

She sighed so hard, it almost sounded like a growl. Ratchet frowned at this, but before he could say anything at all, she interrupted. "Ratchet, you know I'm not r-"

"I know, I know," He replied quickly and sighed back. "And I'm not trying to rush you, but don't you think we've been together for long enough?" He stood up, walking around his desk and over to her. He took her hands in his, running his thumbs over top. "If I'm going to be with you, I might as well be a part of you."

To his surprise, she pulled her hands back gently. She looked away. "Ratchet, I'm not ready. There's a lot I need to think about. A bond is forever, and don't think that means I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you, because I do want to, but I just can't imagine calling myself a bonded femme right now."

"That makes absolutely no sense," he told her with a smirk. Then he sighed. "I understand, Demon. No rush, like I said."

She watched him turn around to head back to his chair, feeling guilty for turning him down once again. In all honesty, there was a reason why she refused to bond, but she knew he would never understand. Most mechs and femmes bond shortly after they show their love for one another, but Ratchet and Demonator were well past their first year and still no bond.

"What, interfacing isn't enough for you?" She suddenly blurted, a clear smirk plastered across her face.

He looked around quickly, as if somebody else were in the room with them. Optics wide, he re-directed them back to her. "Demonator!"

She shrugged innocently with a childish grin. "What? It's the truth, isn't it?"

"No!"

Still chuckling, she took a sigh of compressed air and folded her arms. Turning around to leave, arms still tightly wound together, she stopped, back facing Ratchet. "I'll consider the bonding a little more, but no guarantees right away, Dr. Nymphomaniac."

"Oh, go get hit by a rock."

With a roar of laughter, Demonator pushed through the med bay doors to head back outside.

If anybody has any questions, lemme know! I'll gladly answer any. Also, for the 'Decepticons get there names by how well they do in battle' part, it's entirely made up by me. I'm not saying that's how they get it, but I've always wondered, so that's what I came up with. ;D