Orn- 1 day

Joor- hour

Vorn- year

Klik- minute

Set's of periods... ... ... Are flashback sequences.

The world spun out of control. For a second, Pharma thought he was falling and he prepared himself for an impact that never came. Slowly, he opened his optic, and everything was normal. He blinked a few times in attempts to comprehend what was happening. Still stuck at the bottom of a crevasse, still lonely and suddenly missing his past lover. For once, a little hint of regret welled in Pharma which brought up memories of long ago.

... ... ... ... ...

"Why are you doing this to me?" Pharma angrily shouted in is dorm room as he paced back and forth. "Why? Can't you answer me? Pharma continued on, deep in an angry shouting match in front of his desk. Several other shouts expelled from Pharma's mouth, when suddenly the door swished open.

Ratchet walked in with a curious look. He glanced around the room expecting to find someone in there. Empty. Just Pharma. "Are you OK?" Ratchet asked.

Now it was Pharma's turn to be confused. He glanced over his shoulder, as if he was expecting someone to be there too, and stared back at his room mate. He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, and looked to be scared out of his wits. Then he wiped the beads of sweat that forms on his face and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Ratchet asked, clasping a hand on the blue jet's shoulder. "Where you comming someone?" Pharma didn't answer, just stood there trembling while muttering to himself. "Here, why don't you lie down?" Ratchet grabbed his friend's hand and led him to the berth.

Pharma sat down, and when Ratchet's hand gently pushed, he laid himself down on the bed. Covers where thrown over him and Ratchet told him to close his optics. The blue jet did, whimpering as he fidgeted on the berth. The next time he opened his optics, some time had passed. The only light came from Ratchet's desk lamp instead of the window. Pharma sat up and groaned as he rubbed at his aching helm.

"Feel any better?" Ratchet asked and he rolled his chair next to his room mate's berth.

"I guess so," Pharma said, flashing a small smile to the other. "Head aches."

Ratchet just nodded and retrieved some medication. He handed some pills to Pharma along with a glass of energon. Once the pills where swallowed, Ratchet grabbed at Pharma's data pad on the desk.

"What is this, Pharma?" Ratchet said, giving his friend a stern look.

"My..My report," Pharma said as he attempted to snatch it from the other bot's grasp. Upon it being pulled away, Pharma bit at his lip and looked at his pedes.

"I know you aren't working in the field of preventative care," Ratchet said. "Sounds more like what you did semester's prior." Pharma didn't even look at Ratchet. "What about the viral cycles you where all happy to be working with? Just a few Orns ago, you where so enthused to be able to study them for your assignment. Not this crap." Ratchet slammed the pad back down on the desk. "This isn't your assignment Pharma, is it?"

The blue jet sheepishly shook his head no.

"Whose is it then?" Ratchet questioned, but no answer was given. "Come on, Pal. Why are you doing someone elses work? I mean, this is a great report, wonderfully handled. But why are you doing this? Someone else is going to get credit for your hard work."

Pharma felt trapped. He was pressured into doing it by the bully. But what was worse was the look of disappointment on Ratchet's face. With a heavy sigh, Pharma finally spoke up. "It's not my assignment Ratchet." He shrugged. "But if I didn't write this paper for him..." His voice trailed off as he looked around anxiously.

"What would he do?" Ratchet firmly asked. "Did he threaten you?" Pharma nodded. "With what? To take your lunch money?" Pharma gave him a burning stare. "Just joking with ya, trying to get you to laugh." Ratchet placed his hand on the sad mech's back. "Look, what he is doing to you is wrong. If you talk to someone from the university, they can put a stop to this mess." Pharma only shrugged his shoulders. "Why didn't you just tell him no? You could have prevented all this spark ache and stress by just standing up for yourself."

"I didn't see any other outcome," Pharma meekly said.

"You could have told somebody," Ratchet said. "You could have come to me."

"Had I said anything, not only would I have been beaten, but same with whomever I told," Pharma retorted. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt with dealing with my mess."

"Pharma, come on," Ratchet said as he sat down next to the blue jet. "You can't let anyone push you around like this. Stand up for yourself."

"It's hard," Pharma mumbled under his breath.

"Look, tomorrow morning, we'll both go down to the Dean, OK?" Ratchet said. "I'll come with you, be right by your side as you explain what happened and who did this, alright? How does that sound?"

"Sure," Pharma said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Ratchet replied with a smile and gave the blue mech a hug. "You can talk to me anytime Pharma. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," Pharma replied. "I know. I just...well, I just didn't want to burden you with it, you know? I'm not worth it."

"Stop putting yourself down," Ratchet said. "Your worth it- you are my friend. I'd help you with anything because you're a great medic. And a great pal." Ratchet gave another warm smile. "Now, tell me about this virus you have been studying." Pharma's face lit up and he began to ramble on about the topic.

... ... ... ... ...

Without realizing it, Pharma was smiling. Amid the pain and nausea, the blue jet had a brief moment of joy. Ratchet was kind to him back then. And that next day, both went to the Dean and solved Pharma's problem. The bully never bothered him again- it was kind of a hard thing to do when one was expelled. Ratchet had been his hero. Of all the bots in his life- where his carriers let him down and other friends mocked him behind his back, the red and white medic not only stood with him, but genuinely cared.

Another smile graced his lips and a surge of warm fuzziness built up in his spark as he remembered their first kiss. He had been so happy and shocked that the feelings where actually returned. Despite the pian he was in, Pharma warmed up slightly as the memory played through his mind.

... ... ... ...

The pair had just made their way back to their room from a night out at the pod casts. They had been celebrating Pharma's creation day, and for once, it was Ratchet's idea to go out. Needless to say, Pharma had demanded if he was feeling alright since midterm's where only a few weeks away. Ratchet had laughed at the blue flier, claiming that he even needed breaks from studying. Plus, it was always fun to celebrate one's creation day, and Ratchet claimed Pharma needed it. Upon entering their dorm room, Ratchet told his friend he had a surprise for him. The blue jet grinned and excitedly waited, taking a seat on the berth.

"I got a gift for you," Ratchet said as he dug through his desk drawer.

"Ahhh! So that's why you got angry when I was looking for a med-light," Pharma laughed.

"It's extremely hard to keep things hidden from you, " The red and white mech stated and retrieved a hastily wrapped package. He walked over and sat next to Pharma and held out the gift. "Here you go. Happy creation day."

"You know you didn't have to get me anything," Pharma said as he snatched the gift and started ripping the paper off. "Wow." Pharma proclaimed as he held his own testing kit. "This is just what I was going to need for my study of viruses. Hey, how'd you know?"

Ratchet busted up laughing. "Are you kidding me? You have only been babbling on about how the university's kits are either broken or missing pieces."

Pharma tried to hid a grin. "Yeah, you're right. Was hoping my creator's were gonna send me one..." He frowned as he fidgeted with the items of the kit. "Thanks Ratchet. It was a thoughtful gift. You're too kind."

"You're welcome," Ratchet replied. "I know you'll put that to good use."

Pharma nodded and reached over the other to place the kit on his desk, then rested back on his berth. The two idly chatted for a long time, playfully teasing each other. The red and white student would occasionally brush his hand across the other and Pharma noticed Ratchet kept giving him warm smiles, yet looked nervous about something. In fact, the jet noticed this all night.

"What's up?" Pharma asked and Ratchet's cheeks turned a shade of pink as he tried to hide it from sight. "Come on, you can tell me, right?"

Ratchet let out a sigh. "I don't really know how to say this kind of thing."

"Just open your mouth and let the words come out," Pharma teased and laughed. "Primus! I never thought I'd see the day you where at a loss of words."

"It's hard," Ratchet sighed. "M-Maybe if I just show you?" Pharma nodded and sat back up. Ratchet sighed yet another time as he reached his hand to capture Pharma's face, and gently turned it to face him. "Don't hate me," Ratchet whispered, his cheeks bright crimson as he leaned in and pressed his lips to his friend's. The warm lips lingered for a moment as Ratchet gently sucked at the other's lips, and then he broke the kiss. The red and white mech nervously licked his lips as he looked into the shocked expression of Pharma's face.

A/n- sorry for cutting it right there! I guess this is gonna be more than 3 chapters since I still got a lot to go! But anyways, hope you enjoy and I appreciate reviews! :D