It's a short and late piece that I wanted to do. I won't really tell you what's it about so you can find our for yourself. It's a story between 'Babysit' and 'Growing up' and Perceptor's about... 10 years old in human years, maybe a bit younger. So I hope you enjoy!
Surprise
Perceptor jumped when he heard his bedroom door knocked. Scrambling, he put his supplies away and slammed the drawer shut.
"Perceptor, what are you doing in there?"
"Um, nothing." Making sure everything was hidden, Perceptor cracked the door open to find Ratchet. "Heh... hi dad."
"What have you been doing?"
"I-I've been working on a school project. It's due tomorrow."
Ratchet sighed. "Really Perceptor, you should get these things do sooner. Well you can finish it after dinner."
...
Perceptor cautiously peeked out, supplies in hand, to make sure the coast was clear. It was dark, meaning Ratchet was in recharge and Perceptor he the kitchen table to himself. Placing the supplies out, he looked determined at his project knowing morning was coming soon and that he needed this done.
"Ok, let's see, I'm almost done... just a few more things."
...
Ratchet woke, his parental CPU telling him something was wrong. Ole joints popping, Ratchet slowly walked towards the kitchen. He jumped slightly when he was Perceptor covered with glue and blue glitter, in deep recharge. He was clutching something in his left hand; it was a card with red writing on it.
Ratchet pulled it out and read; outside, it read 'To the best father', inside was 'Happy Father's Day!'. Smiling, Ratchet placed the card in subspace and carried Perceptor to the living room.
...
Perceptor didn't want to wake up yet, he was to tired from staying up. Wait... he was at the table, why was he laying down? Quickly onlining his optics, Perceptor found he was in Ratchet's lap.
"Glad you're awake."
Perceptor brightened, "Dad! Quick, quick, I have something to give you!"
"Is it this?" Ratchet pulled out the card; Perceptor's face dropped.
"Oh... it was supposed to be a surprise." Ratchet place the card down and held Perceptor in a tight embrace; Perceptor yelped. "Dad! You're squeezing my wires out!"
Ratchet lightly kissed the top of Percetor's helm and pressed thier foreheads together, optic to optic.
"I was suprised. It was very thoughtful and I love it."
"Really?!"
"Really."
Perceptor buried himself into Ratchet and mumbled,
"Happy Father's Day, dad."
"Thank you Perceptor."