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Only One
Wheeljack and Ratchet - Slash

"Just give me one minute!" Wheeljack called out. Ratchet slumped against the door to Wheeljack's laboratory.
"It's always one slagging minute." He muttered to himself. "And one minute normally turns into fifteen minutes." He groused good-naturedly to himself about Wheeljack's poor time-keeping while he waited.
Eventually (twenty minutes later) the door slid open and Wheeljack poked his head out. Ratchet by now was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.
"Still awake?" Wheeljack asked.
"One minute." Was all Ratchet said as he heaved himself off the floor.
"It was only a couple of minutes. Besides, I've got one thing I want to show you." Wheeljack returned excitedly.
"Should I have brought my medi-kit with me?" Ratchet asked, slinging one arm around Wheeljack's shoulder as they entered the lab.
"It's not dangerous. In fact…" Wheeljack launched into a lengthy explanation, very little of which Ratchet actually listened to. Truth be told, he was distracted by Wheeljack's hands. And fingers. Well, all of Wheeljack really. When the inventor started talking about one of his inventions, he became so animated it was fascinating to watch. Hands flew over buttons and shiny things sticking out that Ratchet had no idea what they did. If indeed they did anything at all.
Suddenly Ratchet was aware that Wheeljack had stopped talking and was staring at him expectantly.
"You know Wheeljack; you really ought to show Perceptor this. He'd probably understand it far better than me."
"But you're the one I want to show everything to first." Wheeljack almost whined. Ratchet wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller mech.
"I know Wheeljack. You're the only one I'd ever want to be shown this stuff by…"