He nearly forgotten how colorful Earth was. The ground was a sea of green that rolled down the valley; the skies where so blue and the tree leaves where beautiful shades or reds and oranges. It's been a while since he was here at the Ark and Ratchet could honestly say he missed it. He just wished he was here under other circumstance.

The CMO also wished First Aid was here with him. However, he was needed on the Lost Light. Still, he missed his smaller assistant. That last night they spent together felt special, and the pair had been torn apart so quickly Ratchet didn't know were they stood. Did First Aid really love him? Or Just looking for a fling to satisfy his fetish? Of all the times to leave, this felt to be the worst timing. Sure, he got a chance to talk to Aid, but not privately. Either Rung or some other bot was always tagging along with him to make sure he was OK.

Ratchet knew Rung meant the best when it was mentioned that he should return to the Ark. It would be a much needed rest. Sure, he had just been held captive, and yes, it was stressful dealing with Starscream, but Thundercracker meant him no harm. It's just that Rodimus and the rest of his rescue squad came in at the wrong time and saw the blue seeker wallowing in the afterglow of interfacing. They all assumed it was rape- and well, Ratchet couldn't really say otherwise due to the fact it was frowned upon to fuck an enemy- but in reality, Ratchet consented.

Since the 'Con's left Earth, nothing much really happened at their old base but some Autobots still hung around or were stopping back in. Ratchet spent the first day back in his old medical suit. The second day, he wondered around the base. The third day, he went outside and admired Earth's beauty. Prowl had asked for a report when he was ready, and Ratchet eventually finished it. Primus, he didn't really know what to write for every time he got to the end, his spark clenched in sadness at Thundercracker's fate. But in the end, it was just that night they threw their factions down, so Ratchet should get over it.

Making he way back into the Ark, the medic walked down the corridors to Prowl's office. He knocked on the door. No answer. Palming the door open, Ratchet let himself in.

"Prowl?" Ratchet called as he looked around the room. No Prowl in sight. The CMO let himself in and walked over to the desk to place his report on top. When he comes back, he'll find it. Turning to leave, Ratchet saw a box. Inside the box, were some donuts.

'Dammit,' Ratchet mentally cursed as his belly growled. He was hungry and on withdraw from sweets-no one here truly fancied them. Ratchet had spent nights rooting around looking for some to no avail. He had given up and settled for reigning in his control over his sweet tooth. But the sweets were like an addiction; always on the back of his processor and he always desired more. Prowl just had to have these donuts here on his desk, didn't he?

He wouldn't miss one, would he? Even knowing he shouldn't help himself to another's things- Prowl's things most of all- Ratchet opened the box and took out a donut. Carefully, he arranged the other's in the box to fill in the gap. Perhaps he won't even notice one was missing. Plus, Prowl needs to share. Ratchet bit into the donut, and was rewarded by the sweet tasting gooey insides.

"Hmmmmm," Ratchet moaned as he took another bite of the delicious treat and closed his optics as he savored the taste.

"Enjoying my donuts?" A voice called sharply.

Ratchet hid the evidence behind his back, stopped chewing as his optics flew open and looked directly at Prowl. Primus! Where the hell did he come from? It's like he appeared from nowhere!

"Answer me," Prowl demanded with furrowed brows.

Ratchet shook his head no. What the slag was he getting himself into? Lying to Prowl? That never was a good idea. Ever! In fact, Ironhide lied to Prowl once to get him to attend his own surprise party- it was the only way to pry the black and white mech from work- and while Prowl relatively enjoyed the event, the Praxian gave Ironhide death glares the entire night. Primus, afterwards, the cop car even pulled Ironhide aside and did who knows what to him. When Ironhide came out, his mood just wasn't the same.

"Hmmmm," Prowl said as he shook his head in disappointment. "You're going to have to do better than that." The black and white mech boldly walked forward and folded his arms across his chest. "Let me see your hand." Ratchet held out his empty left hand, and Prowl shook his head. "The other one. Let me see what you are holding in your right hand, Medic."

"Nnn.. Nothing," Ratchet muttered out. For unknown reasons, he felt terrified of Prowl! Guilt. It was guilt that made him feel scared.

"Ratchet. So you say you have nothing behind your back that you are hiding from me?" Prowl spoke with what the other swore was a hint of a coy smile. "Too bad your face tells me otherwise." Prowl lifted his hand and swiped a finger across the medic's lip. When he withdrew it, Ratchet saw some of the creamy filling from the donut smeared on it.

"Scrap!" Ratchet muttered and went to lower his gaze, but Prowl cupped his other hand under his chin and lifted.

"What could this be?" Prowl asked with fake concern before sticking his finger to his mouth and licked it off. He smacked his lips as he tasted the substance and them swallowed. Wearing a grin on his face, Prowl spoke. "I know what that is. Do you know what it is?"

"Donut cream," Ratchet answered.

"Ahhhhh, donut cream," Prowl repeats with a hint of humor. "And where did this donut cream come from, I wonder?"

"A donut," Ratchet replied. Prowl tilted his head and gave a questioning look. "From one of your donuts." The medic pulled out his right hand and revealed the half eaten treat.

"...From one of my donuts," Prowl repeated. "Did I say you could help yourself to one?" Ratchet shook his head and replied no. "Did you ask me to have one?"

"No," Ratchet answered, feeling really ashamed of himself.

Prowl walked passed Ratchet to his desk and looked at the donut box. "Look at how you tried to fool me with moving the donuts around. Did you really think it would work?"

"No Prowl," Ratchet sighed. "I'm sor-"

"Don't you want to finish your snack?" Prowl asked.

"Well, I-ah- I mean-"

"Eat your donut," Prowl demanded and Ratchet didn't disobey. He stuck a large morsel in and began chewing the sweet tasting treat. Once swallowed, Ratchet shoved the last bit in, hoping he'd be able to leave. "That's good mech. Want another?"

"I...ah-" Ratchet stuttered out as Prowl grabbed another donut from the box and held it out. The situation was awkward, but the donuts hit the spot; they where so tasty!

"All you have to do is ask nicely," Prowl spoke with a smile. Ratchet's belly growled, eliciting a cheeky grin from the Praxian.

"May I have another donut?" Ratchet reluctantly asked. He wanted to leave; to just up and go, but he couldn't resist the sweet treats. Especially since these were the first he discovered on the Ark, as if their was a no junk food rule. Or they kept them hidden from him.

Prowl handed over the donut and watched the medic scarf it down. He watched as Ratchet smiled when he ate and liked the cream off his lips. Once the snack was finished, the CMO licked the chocolate energon from his fingers one by one.

"The cream's the best part, isn't it?" Prowl asked.

"Yeah, it sure is," Ratchet replied. Another donut was has handed to him, and Ratchet threw his hands up to decline. "I shouldn't eat so much. I should-"

"What, watch your figure?" Prowl jokingly said, and Ratchet winced at the sharpness of it.

It wasn't like he was obnoxiously fat right now. For the few days he was here, and the lack of overindulging in sweets, Ratchet slimmed down some. He still had some chub, but not like before. However, he was hungry as hell, and as much as he wanted to just leave and lock himself in med bay, the donuts Prowl was holding proved to appeal to him too much. Ratchet accepted another donut, this one with pink frosting and colorful jimmies, and ate it.

"That's one of my favorites," Prowl chimed in. "The frosting is so rich."

Ratchet nodded in agreement as he ate the tasty baked treat until it was finished. Licking his lips, Ratchet flinched when a hand reached out and patted his belly. Really? Why was this a common thing? When Thundercracker groped his belly, it was weird, but having Prowl do this was uncomfortably awkward. Ratchet took a step back and cleared his throat. "I should be going."

Prowl frowned. "I don't think your finished yet," He spoke. "You still have quite a few left."

Holding out his hand, Ratchet shook his head no. "I don't want to take your treats."

"I suppose you should have thought about that before you stole one from me," Prowl said with authority and took out a green frosted donut and handed it towards Ratchet. "Since you felt the need to just take my things, you have to eat them all."

"No, really Prowl." Ratchet said as he took a step back.

"We can do this the easy way," Prowl said as he took a step closer. "Or the hard way."

Primus he didn't want to know what the hard way was! However, he didn't really now where this was leading. And with Prowl, most of all. The SIC was a great bot but always came across as rather cold. The actions Prowl was currently displaying were flat out confusing! Was he angry? Was Prowl making him eat all the donuts a twisted form of punishment? But every once in a while, he would catch the hint of upturned lips, as if Prowl wanted to smile. Ratchet had no clue, just took the donut that was handed to him and ate it. At least he was being punished with delicious treats!

Prowl kept handing him donut after donut and Ratchet had no choice but to eat them. They where tasty and did make him feel good, however, Ratchet mentally sighed of relief when the box was empty. The CMO worked on swallowing the last one as Prowl walked to his desk and opened a drawer. Dear Primus, he pulled out another box- a bigger box filled with more treats.

Ratchet just wanted of run out to the room screaming! However, the donuts had called out to him; he just couldn't resist the sweet, gooey insides even if he didn't really know why Prowl was feeding him. Ratchet felt his mouth water up as the Praxian picked out a donut and brought the chosen one to his mouth. Ratchet eagerly took a bite. These tasted even sweeter than the others!

"I keep the best ones stashed away," Prowl informed as he kept feeding the medic more.

"Mmm-hmmm." Ratchet replied as he scarfed down treat after treat. He no longer wondered too much on what Prowl was doing, he just wanted his sweet fix. As soon as he finished a donut, the SIC would shove another in his waiting mouth. This continued on until once again, the box, which held a lot of donuts, was empty.

"Uh-oh," Prowl said. "You cleaned me out." He flipped the box over and shook it as Ratchet let out a whine. A smirk appeared on the black and white mech's lips. "Don't worry. I have another snack you might like."

Prowl excused himself and walked to the other side of the room. He rummaged around and found something in which he carried back in his arms. Ratchet wondered what on Earth he could be bringing, but realized it was a huge pastry bag and it was filled with sweet tasting icing!