Here's another story. I'm still focusing on Love Under Duress, so this one might not get the regular updates that Love Under Duress does, but I thought I'd go ahead and start posting this one.
This is also my first crack at a humor story, so bear with me. Not sure how good I'll do at the humor.
Pairings:
Optimus Prime/Ratchet
Prowl/Jazz
Ironhide/Chormia
Smokescreen/Hot Shot
Bluestreak/Sideswipe/Sunstreaker
Perceptor/Beachcomber
Wheeljack/Skyfire
Will Lennox/Sarah Lennox
Notes:
1) I consider this differenet than the type of story Heat Cycle is, jsut in case it seems similar.
2) Takes place in the movieverse. Not really a specific time period, but definately after the second movie.
3) Don't think I specified it, but Smokescreen and Prowl are twins in this one.
Summary: After going into a mating cycle, Ratchet targets Optimus and wants him to spark him. Optimus doesn't want to and has to spend six months running from the CMO. Will he out run Ratchet? Or will he break down and spark him?
Warnings: mechpreg, sticky, spark sex, slash
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any way.
Chapter 1
Optimus Prime was still trying to figure out how he had gotten into this mess in the first place. He was the fearless leader of the Autobots. He had taken on Megatron so many times that he had lost count. He could face down an entire army of Decepticons without fear.
So how the last of the Primes found himself running through their base away from his CMO was beyond him.
As Optimus rounded the corner in hopes of losing the medic, he could hear to laughing from the twins.
"Hey, Prime! Thought you weren't afraid of anything!" Sunstreaker taunted.
Optimus growled. "Brig!" He never slowed his pace as he continued running.
"Oh, Optimus!" Ratchet called in a singsong voice as he chased the Prime. "Don't you want to play?"
Oh, sweet Primus, this was horrible! Why in the Pit it had to be him that had incurred the CMO's attention was a question Optimus would have to ask Primus the day he met him.
:The twins are in the brig, Prime.: Prowl reported.
:Thank you, Prowl. NOW HELP ME!: Optimus shouted over the comm line.
There was a moment of silence before Prowl spoke. :Um, no. Sorry. You're on your own where Ratchet is concerned.: The tactician promptly cut the link before he could hear the Prime's response.
Optimus growled as he ducked into an empty hanger. He held his breath, despite the fact that it was unnecessary, and released a vent of relieved air as he heard the medic run right past the hanger. Optimus slowly slid down the wall to the floor in relief.
Thank Primus! He had finally lost the medic after running from him for the past three joor!
Optimus was tired from all the running, angry from all the laughter from the men, and downright terrified of the way his CMO had been acting in the past month. He had never in his entire existence encountered something like this. He now regretted never taking the time to actually learn about the cultures of the different cities from Cybertron when he had been told to. He hadn't thought he'd need this type of lesson on the habits and protocols of other cultures.
Primus! And his life had been as normal as could be just last month.
~One Groon Earlier~
Optimus was currently sitting in his office with SIC Prowl, his TIC Jazz, whom the Matrix had brought back after Ratchet repaired his frame, the femme commander Elita-One, and his current Weapon's Specialist Chromia.
Ironhide was with the Lennoxes while Colonel Lennox had a month-long vacation, so until he returned with the colonel, Chromia was acting as Weapon's Specialist in her bondmate's absence.
"The latest Decepticon incursion ended with only a one percent casualty figure with no mortalities. I'd say that was a very acceptable outcome." Prowl stated as he looked over all the reports in his hands although he knew them without looking at them.
"Yeah. The only problem is that they got away with that human device. Primus only knows what Starscream might come up with on how to utilize it to help with the Decepticons." Chromia stated.
Optimus turned his attention to Elita-One. "Any news from the femme scouts, Elita?"
"Negative. Flare Up and Moonracer have not discovered any Decepticon activity in their sectors. They will keep looking." Elita replied.
"Jazz?" Optimus asked.
"Mirage, Bumblebee, and I are ready to head out whenever-" Jazz was cut off by a sudden shout.
"Bluestreak! Stop it! This isn't funny anymore!" Sunstreaker suddenly shouted.
"Oh, come on, Sunny. Don't you want to play?" Bluestreak's voice had a seductive tint to it.
Optimus, Elita, and Chromia all froze at that.
"Come on, Blue! Stop it!" Sideswipe's voice was panicked and sounded closer than Sunstreaker's did.
Prowl and Jazz weren't phased in the least by this.
"Whenever we find the 'Cons' base, we'll do some spyin' and sabotagin'." Jazz finished, not worried in the least about what was happening outside.
Optimus forced himself to focus. "Okay. Prowl, suggestions?"
"The planet is too large to search for the Decepticons base. Even with our number here, it's inadvisable. When out on patrol, it may be best for there to be three or four in a group. Also, we should be on high alert. As Chromia stated, we have no way of knowing what monstrosity Starscream may come up with as a means of battling us with the invention they stole." Prowl replied.
"BLUESTREAK! STOP CHASING US!" Sideswipe and Sunstreaker cried at the same time as it sounded as if they were running right past the room.
Optimus, Chromia, and Elita looked toward the door.
Prowl made a mark on his datapad. "Might be a good idea to inform Ironhide of this so he can be prepared should the Decepticons target either him or Colonel Lennox."
"Sides! Sunny! Come back! You know you want me!" Bluestreak called as he ran past the room as well.
Chromia couldn't take it anymore. "Are you two deaf, or just ignorant?"
Prowl glanced at the blue femme. "About what?"
"About what! How about the fact that your only creation is out there apparently trying to get the maniac twins into the berth!" Elita exclaimed.
"Bluestreak has been bonded to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker for two vorn. We have grown past the fact that he interfaces with them." Prowl replied.
"But he's chasing them!" Chromia exclaimed.
"Yes. He gets that from Jazz." Prowl replied calmly.
"Come on, Hot Shot! Time to get busy!" Smokescreen suddenly said cheerfully.
"Uh, okay." an uneasy Hot Shot replied.
Optimus felt a processor-ache coming on. First Bluestreak, now Smokescreen. "Prowl, is there something wrong with your brother?"
"Not to my knowledge, but I am not a medic. You would need to ask Ratchet that." Prowl replied.
"O-kay. If you say so." Optimus was uncertain, but chose to continue with the meeting. "Do we-"
"PROWL! JAZZ! DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR SON! Sunstreaker cried.
"I'm afraid he's your problem, Sunstreaker." Jazz called. He snickered before continuing. "Prowl already gave you choices on what to do! Either run from him or 'face him one. Your call. Just be ready to run for six groon."
"FRAG YOU!" Sunstreaker snarled.
Jazz snickered again.
"Must you agitate him?" Prowl asked, glancing over at his bondmate.
"It's fun." Jazz replied with a smirk.
Optimus rubbed his helm, fighting the overwhelming urge to pull out his high grade and drink a cube or ten. "Will one of you explain to me why Bluestreak is chasing them in this way? He is normally more reserved when it comes to such matters."
"Ah, Blue's just going through a Praxian mating cycle." Jazz answered.
"Praxian mating cycle?" Elita repeated.
"Yes. From time to time, Praxians enter a mating cycle in which their creator protocols prepare their frames to be sparked. During this time, it is rather easy to become sparked. All Praxians go through this. Unfortunately, when one Praxian enters the mating cycle, it normally activates other Praxians' mating cycles as well, which is why many Praxians go through it at the same time. In short, when the Praxian is bonded, the mech or femme will jump their mate at any given time as well as want to constantly interface. They are rather lust-driven during this time frame. Once they become sparked, they return to their normal state of mind." Prowl explained.
"And you're not having this issue why?" Chromia asked.
"It only applies to carriers. As I am a sire, I am unaffected. Polyhexians do not have such mating cycles, so Jazz and I need not worry." Prowl exclaimed.
"Us Polyhexians just sit back and let sparking happen when it happens." Jazz replied.
Elita was curious. "What happens if the Praxian isn't bonded?"
"If they are in a relationship, their protocols target their current berth mate. However, if the Praxian is not in a relationship at all, the protocols will target a sire who is close to them who the protocols deem a good candidate for such a mating. Once the sire is selected, it is solely that sire who the Praxian will chase." Prowl glanced at Elita. "You are part Praxian, Elita. Why do you not know this?"
Elita shrugged. "When I was sparked, I only had Polyhexian coding like my carrier. Never saw a need to learn the Praxian heritage, especially since I lived in Polyhex and then Iacon."
Prowl frowned. "Praxian heritage is something to be honored."
Elita held up a hand no offense. "Not like 'Jack or Ratchet do, either."
"Wheeljack knows of the Praxian culture, though he does not partake in any Praxian activities. Carrier, on the other hand, knows them intimately and imparted that knowledge to Smokescreen and myself. We didn't need our grand-sire to tell us. He taught us all about our Praxian and Polyhexian heritage. Even though neither of us possess any Polyhexian coding as he did, he thought we needed to know both." Prowl explained.
It still amazed Optimus that Ratchet was the carrier to Smokescreen and Prowl. He would have never guessed from how they interact with one another. It was only by accident that he learned of their relation. Since Ratchet showed no physical indication of being Praxian, the Prime didn't think he held any such heritage.
"So, what is Bluestreak going to do? Chase them until they give in?" Chromia asked.
"Or the mating cycle ends. He'll be like this for the next six months if he doesn't get sparked." Jazz stated.
"Okay." Optimus wasn't sure what to think about that.
"A word of advice. Do not allow them to use you as shields. Praxians in the mating cycle are known to be aggressive when someone tries to stop them from getting to their mates or the sire they are after." Prowl stated.
Optimus shook his helm. His processor-ache was getting worse. "At least there are no other Praxians to go through this."
Jazz looked over at Prowl. "Hey, Prowler. Just who has the doc targeted?"
Prowl glanced over at his mate. "As far as I know, Carrier has not targeted anyone. Although the mating cycle just started."
"Ratchet?" Chromia repeated.
"Sure. You know his sire was a Praxian. Well, unlike Elita here, Ratchet and 'Jack both have Polyhexian coding as well as Praxian coding. Since the doc is a carrier, he's going through it as well. And since we all know the doc ain't got no berth mate, he's going to be choosing from the un-bonded mechs on the base." Jazz stated.
Optimus's processor-ache just got worse. "I really hope Sideswipe and Sunstreaker give in. Ratchet alone will be enough."
"Ah, give Sideswipe and Sunstreaker another few days and they'll be trying to spark Blue." Jazz stated.
"Just so we can warn the un-bonded mechs, what are the signs that he's interested?" Elita asked.
"Well, jumpin' ya is kind a good sign." Jazz stated.
"He'll also start acting rather seductive. Believe it or not, my carrier can be seductive when he wants to be. He'll also do things such lightly touching your armor or sidling closer than normal." Prowl stated.
"There's the winner. We all know how Ratchet enjoys his personal space. He gets too close, and that's the clue." Elita said.
"Indeed." Prowl glanced over at the datapad. "In any case-"
"OH, ALL RIGHT, BLUE! WE GIVE UP! LET'S JUST GET TO OUR QUARTERS FIRST!" Sideswipe sounded exasperated.
"LET'S GO!" Bluestreak sounded happy.
"Considering Hot Shot is already giving in to Smokescreen, looks like we're down to the good doctor." Jazz said with a grin. "Can't wait to see who he pinpoints."
"We have a few un-bonded mechs on base, though I doubt he's going after any of the younger ones such as Bumblebee, Skids, and Mudflap." Prowl remarked.
Optimus felt the mother of processor-aches forming. His CMO was going to be incapacitated by a mating cycle for the next six months. Thank Primus First Aid was on Earth!
"Well, we're down our best medic. Let's hope that nothing happens." Chromia stated.
"Look on the bright side. Maybe the mech he chooses will just spark 'em and he'll be back to his good ole' wrench throwing, audio-busting self." Jazz said as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across the chest.
"One can only hope." Optimus muttered, rubbing his helm.
"Besides, it is not as if they are lust driven every astrosecond of every cycle. As long as the mech Ratchet wishes to spark him is not around, he will be somewhat normal. He catches sight of said mech, and that's when he'll start chasing. Of course, there may be times the mating cycle urges him to find said mech, and then the mech had better run if he does not wish to spark Ratchet." Prowl stated.
This was a lot for the Autobot leader to take in.
Optimus was reading over some of his datapads when there was a ping at his door, indicating that someone wanted in the room. "Come in!"
The door opened, and Ratchet entered the room. "Prime, I have those reports you wanted."
"Thank you, Ratchet." Optimus was about to go back to reading the reports. He noticed that Ratchet hadn't moved and glanced up.
Ratchet had a far-off look in his optics at that. It wasn't common for the CMO.
"Ratchet, are you all right?" Optimus asked.
Ratchet smiled. "I'm fine."
Optimus nodded. "Any idea when Smokescreen and Bluestreak may end up sparked?"
"We won't know for a bit." Ratchet answered.
Optimus looked back down.
"You know, Optimus, we haven't spent any time together recently." Ratchet said lowly.
Optimus was so engrossed in the datapad that he didn't register the tone. "I suppose so. We've both been busy."
"Hardly a way to act." Ratchet had moved closer without Optimus realized it, his optics roaming over the Prime's frame.
"Hmm." Optimus didn't register anything but what was written on the datapad.
"Maybe we should get some energon together alter on. And maybe something else." Ratchet purred.
Optimus finally came out of his work-induced trance. "What are you-" He turned to look at Ratchet only to release a squeak at just how close Ratchet was.
The medic was beside the chair watching the Prime intently. He was so close that Optimus could feel Ratchet's EM field mixing with his own. Ratchet reached over ghosted his fingers over the Prime's forearm.
"R-Ratchet, wh-what are y-you doing?" Optimus back away slightly.
Ratchet smirked. "What does it look like?" He jumped at Optimus.
Optimus yelped as he fell backwards in the chair and started backing away from the CMO. "Ratchet! What are you doing?" Optimus found his back pressed against the wall of his office.
"What does it look like?" Ratchet jumped at him again.
Optimus rolled out of the way and managed to get to the center of the room, trying to put distance between him and the CMO. He could overpower Ratchet, but what the slag was wrong with him?
Well, jumpin' ya is kind a good sign.
He'll also start acting rather seductive. Believe it or not, my carrier can be seductive when he wants to be. He'll also do things such lightly touching your armor or sidling closer than normal.
Oh, slag it to the Pit and back! Ratchet's protocols had targeted him as the potential sire to spark him! Of all the fragging mechs on the fragging planet, he had to choose him!
"Come on, Optimus. I think you need a check-up." Ratchet purred, hands on the desk.
Optimus froze, shocked at just how that low, husky voice made that sound just so fragging seductive!
Ratchet launched himself over the desk at the Prime.
Optimus finally made his legs move. He turned and hightailed it out of his office, darting down the hall as fast as his legs would carry him.
Jazz and Prowl were walking down the hall.
"Move!" Optimus shouted.
The tactician and the saboteur quickly dove to the slide, slamming into the wall and putting cracks in the reinforced steel as their Prime ran at full speed down the hall.
"What the hell's wrong with 'im?" Jazz asked.
"Do you think his programming is faulty or that he has a virus?" Prowl asked.
"Don't know. Ask ya carrier. He's the doc." Jazz glanced down the hall. "Oh. There he comes."
"Optimus! Come back!"
Jazz and Prowl watched in stunned shock as Ratchet ran down the hall after the Prime.
"Well, I think we know who ya carrier wants to spark him." Jazz said as a grin spread across his faceplates.
"Indeed. Well, you certainly could not have a better sire for a sparkling than a Prime. It makes sense though. Optimus, Ironhide, Wheeljack, Skyfire, Perceptor, and Beachcomber are his oldest friends. He would only trust ones of them to spark him. All are bonded save for Optimus."
"Looks like Prime's decided to run instead of 'face him." Jazz stated.
"Well, we have more work then. Prime will spend more time running than he will working." Prowl remarked.
"Yeah." Jazz snickered. "Think Prime'll end up giving in?"
"I do not know. It will be interesting to see how this turns out." Prowl mused.
Optimus peered out from around the building he was hiding behind. He released a vent of relieved air. He had finally lost Ratchet after running from him for almost two joor. He had received several shocked and curious looks from humans and Autobots alike. He'd have to get Prowl to explain the situation.
Why of all the mechs on base he was the one who Ratchet settled on was beyond him. Sure he was an un-bonded sire, and he wasn't in a relationship with anyone, but still! This was too much! He was their leader! He had work he needed to get done.
It wasn't as if interfacing with Ratchet was a terribly appalling idea. In fact, the Prime had had rather erotic dream cycles involving the medic before. But he didn't just want to jump into the berth with him to spark him! That was just plain wrong!
"There you are!"
Optimus jumped and whirled around to face a smirking Ratchet.
"Finally." Ratchet stepped too close.
Optimus hightailed it out of there again. As he ran, he transformed into his vehicle mode and took off in hopes of outrunning the medic.
Unfortunately, Ratchet also transformed and followed him.
:Prowl!:
:Yes, Optimus. What can I do for you?: Prowl asked in his normal, monotone way.
:Prowl, Ratchet has picked me to spark him! What do I do?: Optimus was close to panicking now.
:Well, sir, there are a few options you may take. One, you can simply take him to your berth and interface with him to spark him. Two, you can spend the next six groon running from Ratchet. Three, you can surrender to the Decepticons to get away.: Prowl said.
:Prowl! I'm not joking!: Optimus snapped as he pushed himself to full speed as no humans were around.
:Nor was I. Those are the same options I gave Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. They are really the only options.: Prowl stated.
:Slag it, Prowl! I can't spend six groon running, I don't want to spark him, and I am NOT surrendering to Megatron!: Optimus snarled
:I am sorry, sir, but his mating cycle cannot be turned off. However, Jazz and I will pick up the slack as far as your work goes if you intend to run.: Prowl said.
:PROWL!: Optimus roared.
:Sir, you have the options. You need to choose the course of action that you prefer and go with that. Jazz and I will aid with your work until you decide.: Prowl then cut the line.
Optimus cursed Prowl. That was not what he was hoping for! He was hoping that the tactician would help him! That wasn't help!
Ratchet was starting to close in on him.
Primus save him from the CMO!
Epps was standing in for Lennox while he was away on his vacation as heading up NEST. While there were officers superior in rank to him, there were no other officers on the base who had the experience that Epps did with the Autobots. It was only natural the man at least be the one in charge of dealing with Autobots problems until the Colonel returned to his duties.
Since first meeting the Autobots, Epps had seen a lot of things. He had seen seemingly normal vehicles transform into sentient alien robots. He had seen clashes with other bots that seemed like something right out of a sci-fi movie. He had seen them hit targets that were too far away for Epps to even see. He had even seen some like Jazz take down a Decepticon three times his size and weight. He had also seen others go into a full-blown rage on the battle and started firing even after the Decepticon was dead, like Ironhide.
However, the one thing that Epps had never seen was Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, being chased by Ratchet, the CMO. That one had startled him, and he could do little but stare after them oddly as the two disappeared from view.
What the hell was that about?
A young soldier was near him. "Sergeant?"
"Yes, Private?" Epps asked, still in shock.
"That was Optimus Prime, the Autobot leader, right?" the soldier asked.
"Uh-huh." Epps answered.
"And that was Ratchet, their CMO, right?" the soldier continued.
"Yep." Epps wasn't sure where this was going.
"And Optimus Prime was being chased by said CMO?" the soldier asked.
"What it looked like." Epps answered.
"Is that normal?" the solider asked.
"Not by a long shot. Excuse me." Epps turned and walked toward the Autobots hanger where he found Elita, Chromia, and Jolt. "What wrong with Prime and Ratchet?"
"I don't know what you mean." Elita was a bit confused.
"Well, I just saw Optimus being chased through the base by Ratchet. Not normal." Epps explained.
Elita and Chromia burst out into a fit of laughter.
"Looks like Prime's the one Ratchet has targeted." Elita chuckled.
"I don't get it." Jolt murmured.
"Ratchet's Praxian mating protocols." Chromia clarified.
Jolt had been warned about that, and the apprentice to the CMO started laughing as understanding filtered in as he remembered just what those protocols did to the medic.
"Could ya explain it to me so I know just why Optimus was running? I've never seen him run like that. At least not away from someone." Epps stated.
"Sergeant, why don't you go to Prowl's office and ask him? He could explain it better than we can." Elita told him.
"Sure thing." Epps turned and headed off to do as the femme commander had suggested, hoping that he would get some answers to why Optimus and Ratchet were acting like this.
Epps stared at Prowl from where he was standing on the Autobot SIC's desk. He was having trouble digesting just what he had been told. He glanced over at Jazz, who was grinning like the cat that got to the milk and got away with it. "Is he serious?"
"Very." Jazz replied.
Prowl snorted. "I would not joke of such matters. Mating is a very serious issue, and it is not one I would joke about. Certainly not where my carrier is concerned."
"So, in short, Ratchet wants to have a kid now and wants Optimus to knock him up. Does that about sum it up?" Epps asked.
"In layman's terms, yes." Prowl agreed.
"So, how long will this thing last?" Epps asked.
"Six months in total." Prowl stated.
Epps' eyes widened if such a thing was possible. "Six months? Ratchet's going to chase Optimus for six months?"
"If Optimus would merely give in, take Ratchet to his berth, and spark him, then it would be over much quicker. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are in the process of doing so with Bluestreak as we speak, and Hot Shot is doing the same with Smokescreen. It would all be over within a few weeks if Prime would merely give in." Prowl stated.
"Uh, you realize you're talking about your dad, your brother, and your son getting it on with someone, right?" Epps knew for a fact that he would not have been able to say anything that calmly about his dad or brother, and if he ever had a daughter or son, he couldn't talk about that easily.
"Of course I do, Sergeant Epps. Cybertronians do not find such subjects shameful to discuss openly. Granted, I would never wish to watch my carrier interface with anyone nor would I wish to see my son or brother do so. However, speaking of such is not taboo as in your culture. Young adults often ask a multitude of questions of their creators about such, and we answer them for them. It is not a hard subject for us." Prowl assured him.
"Okay. So, should I be talking to you about the Autobots from now on?" Epps asked.
Jazz laughed. "Let me put it this way, man. If ya don't find Prime in his office or you know Ratchet's chasing him, come ta me or Prowler."
Epps nodded. "So, is there a betting pool yet on if Optimus will give in or not?"
Jazz grinned, loving the suggestion. "Not yet. Wanna start one?"
Epps grinned evilly. "Love to."
Jazz picked up the sergeant and placed him on his shoulder before waltzing out of the office as the two discussed starting a bit.
Prowl sighed at this. Why his bondmate was looking to incur his carrier's wrath was beyond him. After all, if Ratchet ever found out that Jazz had been the one to suggest starting this bet, then Prowl would be searching for a new bondmate.
Optimus ducked into his quarters in a moment when Ratchet wasn't around before he barricaded the door. No way was he taking a chance that Ratchet might attempt to enter the room while he was in recharge. While the medic might not normally do something like that, under these circumstances, Optimus just wasn't too sure.
Tired from all the running he had done that day, the Prime walked into the berth room before he collapsed on top of his berth rather ungracefully. He was too tired to care about decorum. Besides, he was alone and didn't need to uphold that regal appearance for anyone.
Optimus rolled over so that he was lying in his abdominal plating and released a tired sigh. By the time this was over, he was going to be an expert at dodging things, so Megatron was in trouble.
:Fun day?: Elita's teasing voice drifted through the comm link.
:Shut up, Elita! I am not in the mood!: Optimus snarled.
:You're no fun. You do realize that you're going to have to do this for the next six groon since you don't seem to want to drag my brother to berth.: Elita told him.
Optimus groaned. :Please don't remind me. I'm going to take this one day at a time.:
:You're going on every last mission that comes up now, aren't you?: Elita asked.
:My luck, Megatron's going to decide to back off for a while.: Optimus muttered.
Elita giggled. :Probably. Good luck. Though I wish you'd give in and make me an aunt again. I'd love that.: She closed off the link before Optimus could say anything.
Optimus sighed before he offlined his optics in an attempt to get some recharge. He'd need all the rest he could get to deal with his CMO chasing him at every astrosecond of every cycle for the next six groon.
~Present~
That had been one groon ago, and Optimus swore that he was close to taking Prowl's third option. That or joining an actual trucking company to haul human products and hide out until this blasted mating cycle of Ratchet's was over with.
With a vent of frustrated air, Optimus rose to his feet and intended to head back to his office and barricade the door so that he could get some work done.
Sometimes, Optimus wondered if Megatron had some of the problems he had. Like Praxian mating cycles and the like.
The Prime was wary as he walked through the base back toward his office. He had to be on guard at all times or his CMO would end up jumping him.
Optimus never even picked him up on his sensors as the next thing he knew he was on his back with the chartreuse medic on top of him, grinning deviously.
Optimus's optics widened as he realized Ratchet had caught up with him.
"I finally caught you, Optimus. Are you done playing hard to get?" Ratchet asked in seductive tone. "After all, I'm tired with all this foreplay."
Foreplay! This was foreplay to him!
Optimus did the only thing he could think to do. He shoved the medic backwards off of him before he scrambled to his feet, and took off in the direction he had just come.
Ratchet huffed in annoyance before he got back on his feet and charged after the Prime. "Come on, Optimus! Enough playing!" His voice was low and seductive.
And sent wild panic straight through the Prime.
Primus! Why him?
Optimus just kept running with his medic on his heels.
Jazz and Prowl were sitting on the roof of their quarters as they watched Ratchet chase Optimus through the base.
"So, think Prime'll give up and spark 'im?" Jazz asked.
"I would think you would hope so. You've betted on Optimus breaking and sparking him." Prowl snorted.
Jazz shrugged. "Wanted your thoughts."
Prowl looked thoughtful. "I am not entirely sure. It is rare that one being chased by a mech in the middle of a Praxian mating cycle makes it through the entire cycle before their will breaks. Carrier has been rather persistent this last month. Prime has spent ninety percent of the time running, eight percent recharging, and two percent working. However, Prime seems to have a strong will to avoid this at all costs."
"Don't see why he's runnin'. I mean, we both know he's wanted to frag our medic for a while." Jazz stated.
"Yes, but I don't think he wants to the first time to be because Carrier is under the influence of a Praxian mating cycle. Also, I am not certain that he would want to attempt to have a sparkling with him at the moment, either." Prowl shrugged. "Can't stop the protocols, though. He is either going to have to run for another five groon, or he is going to have to spark him. That or surrender to Megatron." Prowl stated.
"At least First Aid, Jolt, and Percy have managed to take over the medbay since Ratchet spends most of his time chasing out Prime." Jazz stated.
"Yes. It is also good that Smokescreen and Bluestreak have already been sparked. Hot Shot, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker are free for duty." Prowl stated.
"And taunting Prime." Jazz stated.
"Hmm. Indeed." Prowl watched as his carrier continued to chase the Prime and his carrier. "I must admit that the idea of having a sparkling is a good one."
Jazz grinned at Prowl. "Wanna start on making another one?"
Prowl glanced at him. "Is that wise? We might need your skills, Jazz."
"Sure. 'Raj and Bee are great at what they do. They can deal without me for a time. 'Sides, we always said we wanted more sparklings other than Blue. With the war as calm as it is, if you can call this calm, it doesn't seem like a bad idea." Jazz stated.
Prowl had to admit having another sparkling with Jazz did sound like a good idea.
Jazz took Prowl's hand. "Come on, Prowl. Let Prime deal with his stalker. I want mine in my quarters."
Prowl smiled before following Jazz as they entered their quarters again through the sunroof that was their size to start attempting to have another sparkling.
Let me know what you thought and if I should continue this.
Also, if you have any ideas for some of the ways Ratchet traps Optimus, let me know! You can PM me or leave it in a review if you have any thoughts!
Don't know why, but I love the idea of Ratchet being Prowl's carrier for some reason, so that may show up in quite a few of my stories.