Transformers Belongs to Hasbro!
It was another busy day for the medic, just as usually, once again working on his day off, sighing he continued to read one of the data pads, wanting to finish them off before carrying on with his busy schedule for the day. Just as Ratchet was ready to reach for another data pad he heard a knock on med bay's doors and turned around, smiling when he saw the red and grey mech before him. It was Ironhide, his beautiful mate, having broken up with his beloved Chromia a few months ago because he realized he had loved Ratchet deep down in his spark. Ratchet quickly stood up and ran over to the older mech, hugging him close as Ironhide chuckled his hardy laugh, leaning down and giving his medic a passionate kiss on the lips, the medic quickly kissing back. Once the two finished kissing and slowly pulled apart, Ironhide began to talk to his mate.
"Hey Ratchet…now tell me…any reason why you're in med bay, or better off, working on data pads, isn't today your day off?"
He said as Ratchet's smile turned into a small sigh.
"I know, I know Hide…I know today is my day off, but…there is just so much work to do, I just couldn't leave it hanging like that…"
Ratchet replied as Ironhide automatically rolled his eyes and quickly closed med bay's doors, picking the medic up and bringing him into his office, sitting him down on his desk as he shook his finger in front of Ratchet's face.
"Not this time Ratch! This time you are gonna use your day off whether you like it or not…but…I think you will like it…"
He said smirking as he leaned on the medic, kissing him as Ratchet automatically began to blush, slightly breaking the kiss.
"B-But…the work…"
"I'll help you finish it…tomorrow…"
Ironhide cut in as he kissed Ratchet again, fully leaning on Ratchet who was now laying on his desk, already starting to feel slightly seduced.
For the rest of that day, none of the mechs say neither Ironhide nor Ratchet, both were finally seen again early the next, both heading for the wash racks, Ironhide having many white painted scratches on his body as Ratchet had red and gray ones. Jazz ran up to the two mechs and smirked slightly at them, looking them up and down before Ironhide gave a slight growl at the third in command.
"What are you lookin' at?"
He said as Jazz began to laugh.
"You two! So, did you two rabbits have fun yesterday, hmmm?"
Jazz said as Ratchet grumbled.
"As if you and Prowl don't do the same…"
He said before taking Ironhide's hand and walking off the rest of the way towards the wash racks to get cleaned up before both mechs started their shifts for the day.
A few days later Ratchet woke up, feeling extremely nauseas, the second he stood up he gasped, covering his mouth and running to the waste basket, quickly throwing up into it. Groaning he held his stomach as he threw up again, coughing as he did, Ironhide had walked in while Ratchet was throwing up and gasped, running over to his mate.
"Oh Ratchet! You're sick darlin'!"
He said worryingly as Ratchet coughed and spit into the waste basket, Ironhide gently helping his mate stand and leading him back to his berth.
"Come on Ratch…you must rest…don't worry, I'll take care of ya today, alright…?"
He said as he laid the medic down, taking the waste basket out of his hands and putting it on the floor, grabbing a bucket instead as he handed it to Ratchet. The medic groaned some more as he nodded, Ironhide pulling up a chair and sitting down next to him, sighing, what could have gotten his medic so sick…there was no diseases going through the ark, so what could it have been?
A few hours later Ratchet began to feel better but began to complain about being extremely hungry, poor Ironhide having to run back and forth from the reck room to med bay until the mech finally snapped and grabbed a tray, filling it up with cups of energon for his mate. After only about one earth hour all the cups on the tray was finished off and desert dried empty, but at least Ratchet was finally full and wasn't bitching about being hungry any longer. Ironhide yawned and rested his head on his mate's stomach as Ratchet smiled to him, gently stroking the older mech's head.
"Thanks so much for taking care of me Hide…you're the best…"
He whispered down to him as Ironhide smiled, leaning up the medic's body and gently kissing Ratchet's nose.
"Oh…I know I am Ratch…"
He whispered, kissing the medic's nose again before re-resting himself on Ratchet's stomach, beginning to dim his optics. Ratchet kept his smile as he looked at his mate some more.
"You take a name Hide…you deserve it…"
Was the last thing Ironhide heard Ratchet say before going into his light recharge. Since Ironhide was asleep on Ratchet's stomach he was awoken by Ratchet's stomach, hearing a very annoying and irritating grumbling sound. The red and gray mech lifted his head slightly and grumbled as he looked at a very hungry Ratchet.
"Hungry again Ratchet…..?"
Ironhide groaned out as Ratchet chuckled nervously.
"Neh…heh…yea…but don't worry, I'll go and get it…"
Ratchet said as he gently slid off the berth and began to head toward med bay's doors to leave, Ironhide sighing and quickly following his mate.
"Hey, hold on Ratch, I'm coming too!"
He said before following.
Every mech in the reck room stared on in disbelief as they watched a very hungry medic drink away at the energon, having already gotten to his tenth cup and still asking Ironhide if he could have some more. Ironhide just stared at Ratchet more and more weirdly every time he handed his mate a new cup filled with fresh energon, until he finally stared at his mate as if he had three heads, that was when Ratchet had reached twenty cups. After about five more cups he finally stopped, leaning back in his chair and smiling in satisfaction as he rubbed his belly happily, finally full. He than looked around at all the mechs oddly in the reck room as they continued to stare on at the medic, getting him confused.
"What…?"
Ratchet asked as Prowl stood, walking over to Ratchet and patting his head.
"You my friend…are one VERY HUNGRY mech…you just drank as if you never had any energon for your whole life!"
Prowl explained as Ratchet chuckled.
"Aw come on! It was only how many…? Five cups…?"
Jazz than burst in, laughing and shakes his head as he than stood up and walked over to the three mechs.
"Try twenty five Ratch my man…"
Jazz said as Ratchet stood up and gasped.
"TWENTY FIVE?!"
When the next day came and Ironhide walked into med bay, he sighed and quickly walked over to Ratchet who was curled up in a ball on one of the berths, a few machines surrounding him.
"Oh Ratch! What's wrong?"
Ironhide asked worryingly as he hugged Ratchet who lifted his head in more than enough fear.
"I-Ironhide…"
He whispered shakily as Ironhide sighed, putting a hand under the medic's chin and lifting it up slightly.
"Yes Ratchet…what is it?"
"I-Ironhide…I-I'm pregnant…"
Author's Note: Well! Here's another Transformers story that I'm writing up! R/R PLEASE!