So, thanks to the only person that decided to answer my poll, I am going to begin my Prime/Ratchet fics. This will soon be followed by Megafragger...I mean Megatron/Bumblebee fics, so bes sure to look for them! Anyhoo, here's the first chapter, so...enjoy!!

Oh, before I forget: all of these fics will take place in the 2007 universe. This pairing would just seem odd if it was in th 1980's universe.

Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once, I don't own them. Now I'm not going to say it again.
Pairing(s): Optimus/Ratchet
Prompt: Rain


"If there's one thing I hate about this organic planet, it's the rain." griped Ratchet as he fixed his medbay up. Ratchet had every reason to hate the organic weather, too. It screwed up his brakes when he went out, it made maneuvering that much more difficult, and it always seemed to stay in the worst possible spot in hi s bipedal mode and annoy him for the rest of the day. Yes, Ratchet had a good reason or two to hate the rain. But there was one more reason to hate the rain.

BOOMCRASH!! "GAH!!" Rain would sometimes bring storms, which brought thunder, which reminded him of bombs going off and killing friends and family. "Damn this infernal weather to the Pit," he cursed, picking up some tools that he had dropped when the thunder crashed. "I don't know how humans can stand it or why they like to look at it, when they should know that it can--" CRASHBOOOOMCRAAAACK!! "GYAAGH!!" The tools were dropped again as Ratchet jumped up, looking wildly around him as though searching for Decepticons. His intakes were working hard as he tried to calm himself down. "I n-n-need to calm down...don't want to turn in to Red Alert, do I?" Shaking his head, Ratchet picked up the tools and put them back in their proper place, doing it one at a time. Didn't want to keep dropping them, did he?

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This jumping-thanks-to-the-thunder happened for the rest of the time that he was awake, and he was glad when he was done cleaning up and able to go to his quarters to try and get some sleep. As he climbed into the berth, his systems beginning to shut down, he felt strong arms wrap around him, making him feel safe, secure. "Hard night?" a deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down his spinal column.

"Not anymore," he replied, snuggling close to the warm body in front of him. "Now that I'm here, it's gotten better." He smiled as the voice rumbled with laughter, the arms squeezing him a bit.

"And this has nothing to do with the storm, does it?"

"Well, maybe..." Thunder cracked again, making Ratchet flinch and cling to his berth-mate. At one, fingers were stroking his back and head comfortingly, while soothing words were whispered in his auditory components, instantly calming him down.

For the rest of the night, until they both fell asleep, Optimus soothed Ratchet's fears, making sure he didn't flip out. Ratchet was grateful he had Optimus--after all, even a healer needed somebody to heal them, right?

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Cheesy...crappy ending...and yet somehow I love it. Thanks for reading the first of (hopefully) many Prime/Ratchet fics.

Review, please and thanks you! #bows#