A/N: So, this is the story of Ratchet and Mirage before the war. Jazz and Blaster aren't in this.

Question of the chapter: Who is your favourite transformer?

I like Optimus, Prowl, Jazz and Ratchet...they are #1 for me

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers

Chapter 1

Slag it, Mirage sighed to himself as he waited in the med bay while the medic was going over his file. Red Cross, was one of the best medics, besides Ratchet-Mirage's sparkmate- was the only one he can trust. Especially with this. He couldn't bare going to Ratchet the second time, get tested and see the hurt and grieving look in his optics when he came back with the news.

Red Cross put down the file, sighing. "Mirage-"

"Don't. Please don't." Mirage interrupted the medic. He knew what he was going to say, he didn't want to hear the words. "I know. I know."

Red Cross looked at him, giving a small nod. "Would you like me to get Ratchet?"

"No," he said. "He doesn't know I'm here. I couldn't let him find it out on himself." Red Cross gave another small nod. He knew about the first time, when after Mirage left the med bay, Ratchet was still there, crying to himslef. He knew how badly Mirage wanted a sparkling of his own, so has Ratchet but now...

"You can stay in here and rest a bit if you'd like," Red Cross offered as he put Mirage's file away.

Mirage hummed sadly. "No, I-I think I'm just going to head home." He got off the berth. "If that's okay."

Red Cross hugged him. "Of course. I'll send Ratchet home in a couple of joors."

"Thank you," he said before leaving the med bay.

_(Transformers Transition)_

Mirage walked around Autobot City; he wanted to go somewhere, he needed to go somewhere. He didn't want to go home right away, or maybe he did. He didn't know what he felt, all he felt was numbness. Second miscarriage, he thought to himself. He's going to leave. Ratchet's going to leave.

Mirage had found himself standing outside his place. He went inside, even though he didn't want to. He looked at the clean-freaked place and all he could picture was a sparkling- his and Ratchet's sparkling- running around, creating a mess every where. He could picture the medic chasing the sparkling and cleaning the mess and mumbling to himself about he wanted, everything he needed was just all he could picture and couldn't have. Mirage walked to the spare quarters that they cleared out the first time when he found out he was carrying. They kept it cleared out even the first miscarriage, now he wasn't sure if they were going to leave it like this. It would have been their sparkling's quarter.

Mirage went to his and Ratchet's quarters where he sat on the berth and cried his spark out.

_(Transformers Transition)_

Ratchet was starting to become cranky with his patients. No, he was getting worse...medic cranky. It wasn't his patients fault; they weren't refusing him...it was who they were. Optimus, Ironhide, Prowl, Bulkhead, Arcee, Chromia, Elita and Inferno were all at his med-section all covered with dents.

"All of you are idiots," he mumbled as he first worked on Arcee.

Ironhide chuckled. "It wasn't our fault."

"It wasn't our fault," Prowl agreed. "It was their fault. Not mine."

"What were you all doing anyways?" Ratchet asked, curious.

"Trying to hook Prowl up with someone," Chromia said. "He's too strict and needs to lay back. So we set him up with someone and we tagged along. Everything went fine," She then looked at Optimus, Ironhide and Bulkhead, "until those three decided they were going to play a game. They lost control and took everyone down with them."

"I couldn't help if I lost my balance," Bulkhead admitted. "We can't be still like Prowl."

Ratchet turned his attention to Prowl. "How did the date go before all that happened?"

"It was okay."

"Who was it with?"

"Bluestreak."

Ratchet chuckled. "He is a good engineer if you need him. Him and Wheeljack."

"Indeed."

"How's Mirage?" Elita asked Ratchet. Ratchet sighed. They all knew about the first carrying, about how he miscarried and was worried about him. And now that he was carrying again, him and Ratchet were scared.

"He's holding on. The first time took a toll on him, now he's being cautious about everything." It must've been liked Primus was watching over him when Red Cross entered Ratchet's area. Usually, when Red Cross goes in Ratchet's area, it's usually for a meeting or an emergency. Ratchet raised an optic ridge at him. "Can I help you, Cross?"

"I was wondering if I can chat to you in private," Red Cross said.

Ratchet looked between Cross and his patients. "Sure." He followed Red Cross out his medbay and to somewhere private. "What's wrong?"

"Mirage came to see me today," Red Cross sighed. He didn't want to tell his medical partner that his mate miscarried. He remembered the first time Mirage miscarried, he found Ratchet in his office, drinking high energon, crying to himself. All he kept mumbling was something about how much Mirage is going to hate him once he found out. Ratchet offlined his optics. "He...he had another...miscarriage."

Ratchet sighed, shakily. "Where is he?"

"He went home."

With that Ratchet nodded at his friend before walking past him. He knew he had to get home; he had to go comfort his sparkmate. Not only comfort, but he knew Mirage deserves to know the truth. He deserves to know why he couldn't...

Slag it all.

A/N: So how was that? I think that went well