Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. Slugbug, Kryptonight, Blueblast, Bluebolt, and Lawnmower are my creations. Some slash here, but nothing too blatant. No like – no read. This is strictly a fan fic. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticism welcome. Enjoy.
Ratchet (G1, with a little of TF Animated's personality) was finally done for the day. As always, he was crabby as this was the day the twins Sunny and Sides (both G1) had ended up in his med bay for repairs. Fortunately for Ratchet his son, Red Alert (armada) helped the grumpy old bot fix the two troublemakers so that they would in and out of the med bay a lot sooner. Red Alert, after the twins left, told his father, Ratchet, to leave and enjoy spending time with Ironhide, as Red knew that Ratchet would love to spend time not only with 'hide, but also with all his little grand-sparklings. Ratchet begrudgingly left the med bay, sent out by both First Aid and Red Alert. Not wanting to fight the united front, the grumpy old medic left the med bay to spend time with his sparkmate and his grand-sparklings.
Once Ratchet reached the quarters he shared with his sparkmate, Ironhide, Ratchet could hear several voices, and knew that Optimus had already brought Ratchet's grand-sparklings to spend times with their grandparents. Ratchet knew the reason that he and Ironhide were watching the little ones was because their creators/parents were going to be busy tonight. Their mother, Red Alert (armada) was going to be in the med bay with First Aid, and Optimus Prime, their father and Red Alert's sparkmate, was going to work on setting up things for a party in honor of Slugbug and Kryptonight to celebrate the oldest sparklings as they turned 5 earth years old in a few days. Still extremely young by Cybertronian standards, but it would be a momentous occasion as those two twins were the first ones born just after the war ended.
Ratchet entered the code to his quarters, and the door slid open quietly. But before ratchet could make it too far into his and his sparkmate's quarters, four little sparklings came to tackle the older medic, to give him a hug. Sideways, Blueblast, Bluebolt, and Lawnmower all wanted to be the first to give Grandpa 'atch a hug. Ratchet looked down at all four little sparklings, now standing at his feet. Ratchet remembered delivering the youngest three and he remembered transferring Sideways spark from the old abused bot to the young sparkling now running around. Ratchet could tell that little Sideways remembered nothing of his past, which both made the medic happy and sad. Ratchet then shook his head, returning his thoughts to the present, and scooped up a 4 little ones, who giggled with delight. At this, even the grumpy old bot had to smile. The only thing that made ratchet smile more than spending time with his grand-sparklings, was sharing precious moments with his sparkmate, Ironhide.
Ratchet carried the four curious little sparklings further into the quarters he shared with his sparkmate, noticing that all four of them were hugging him in return. Ratchet, once able to get inside and close the door set the little sparklings down, who ran off quickly in search of something, what the medic could only guess. But after watching the little ones run off, Ratchet approached his sparkmate, Ironhide, and greeted the bot with a big bear hug and a kiss on the lips. Ironhide was a little surprised, but soon melted into the affection so rarely seen in his mate, except by him and their closet family members. Ratchet had gotten so into that Ironhide had to remind the medic that the little grand-sparklings were here. Ratchet begrudgingly stopped his ministrations on Ironhide, but told his sparkmate that they would continue later that night, after Optimus and Red had picked up the little grand-sparklings. Ironhide, slightly horny, could and could not wait at the same time.
So, after watching the grand-sparklings for a bit, Ratchet found that the four little ones had come up to him, asking him to tell them stories. Ratchet, unable to deny the requests of his little grand-sparklings, gathered up the little ones and sat them on his lap. Lawnmower had a little trouble, but with some help from Ironhide, even this little one was able to sit on Ratchet's lap to enjoy story time. Sideways was quiet, which was not uncommon for the developmentally challenged sparkling, but Blueblast knew his older brother well, and knew which stories the little bot would want to hear, and so Blueblast began to ask Ratchet to tell many different stories. Ratchet, enjoying the time, sat with his grand-sparklings and told them tale after tale. Some of the tales were about Red Alert growing up, some were about Ratchet and Optimus when they were younger, and others were about Cybertron. Ratchet, being the old war medic that he was, did everything in his power to avoid telling any kind of war stories to the precious little sparklings. It did not take too long before all four little bots were deep in recharge.
A few hours later, Red Alert and Optimus came to pick up their little sparklings. Ratchet and Ironhide handed Sideways and Blueblast to Optimus while handing the twins, Bluebolt and Lawnmower to Red Alert. All four sparklings were deep in recharge. Optimus and Red thanked Ratchet and Ironhide for watching their sparklings, before bringing all four little ones home. Now that the little ones were gone, Ratchet and Ironhide were left to enjoy each other.
Ironhide and Ratchet kind of regretted not having another sparkling, other than the now grown medic Red Alert. Ratchet could tell that 'hide was in that playful mood, and so the medic lead the way to their shared berth, both ending their night on a high note after spark merging and overloading, before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. Little did either know what that spark merging would do to the medic.