The
Science of Love Part 3
By AutobotV
Warning Transformer Ratchet and Wheeljack SLASH!
It had been a full Earth month since Wheeljack discovered what was wrong with him when he was around his friend Ratchet. It wasn't as bad as he thought but it was still strange for him since it was the first time in his entire life that he actually experienced this feeling. If it weren't for Perceptor he'd still be trying to figure it out. Now he knew what it was, he was in love with the Medical officer, Ratchet. At first he thought, how could he? He had been friends with Ratchet for eons and never felt like this towards him before. Perceptor told him that he must have developed the feelings since they've been working together right after they arrived on Earth. That was a possibility but it still confused the mechanic. However he had admitted to himself that he was indeed in love with Ratchet, but what did love mean? Humans say it's when two people destined for each other meet. At first Wheeljack laughed at the comment but couldn't help but think that if ratchet went away or was destroyed in battle he'd be more miserable then the rest of the Autobots put together! Ratchet and Wheeljack were still working on the Energon Booster but thankfully now that Wheeljack had now figured out what was wrong with him he was able to control his Spark from pulsing too fast. Seeing Ratchet smile at him did make it pulse hard and fast in his chest but he controlled it better than before. The Energon booster was proceeding as planned and Wheeljack was just finishing the Electron Panel's when ratchet gave him a nudge on the back.
'Wheeljack, you remember we have to attend that meeting today right?'
Wheeljack pondered for a moment and then flicked his finger and thumb after remembering.
'Oh yeah, Prowl's security brief! This is gonna be a blast!' moaned the Mechanic.
Whenever Prowl took charge in a meeting it was always boring! He just dragged on and on until it felt like an entire century had past. Optimus Prime even found them to be quite dull and tried to encourage Prowl to make them a little more interesting. Prowl didn't really care if they were interesting or not just as long as everyone attended and everyone paid attention! Wheeljack moaned as ratchet had to drag him down the hallway towards the briefing room. They even passed a few other Autobots with miserable faces, all dreading Prowl's Security Brief. Wheeljack winced and tried to pull back but Ratchet kept a firm grip on his hand.
'C'mon Wheeljack! It'd be over before you know it!'
Wheeljack muttered to himself as Ratchet continued to drag him down the hall. Truthfully Wheeljack was feeling really giddy that the Medic was holding his hand. Ever sine Wheeljack discovered he had a crush on Ratchet he always tried to make ratchet notice him a bit more and didn't seem to mind it when Ratchet held his hand or arm. When they arrived at the briefing room Ratchet took a seat opposite Wheeljack, since Blaster somehow ended up sitting next to Ratchet with Huffer on the other side. Wheeljack was sitting next to Jazz and Ironhide, who both had faces filled with dread. As Prowl stood up ready to start the brief, Jazz leaned in towards Wheeljack and whispered,
'Bet you Prime's the first to shut down!'
Hours had passed and already some of the Autobots were about to shut down from boredom! Even Optimus kept nodding his head as he tried to stay online. Wheeljack had his face slumped on his hand as he tried to stay on line himself as prowl dragged on and on.
'It is with high importance that we maintain our patrols throughout sector Delta to sector Omega while we minimise that patrols in sector Alpha and Zulu since there are no traces of Energon within the area. Sector Yankee has a small deposit of Energon but not too major however we are to patrol this area as well for caution! Now onto the patrol routine for Sector Delta…'
The Autobots groaned but not too loudly, to avoid a death glare from the Security Officer. Wheeljack sighed and looked round the room. Sideswipe was fiddling with a piece of putty while Sunstreaker was tapping his fingers on the table. Mirage was looking out the window daydreaming while Hound was trying to stay awake with Bluestreak nudging him every time he nodded off. Optimus Prime was leaning back and Wheeljack could see his optics were on the verge of flickering off and Blaster was very tempted to switch on his loud music if it wasn't for Brawn, who kept slapping the Boom Box's hand every time it wandered up near his buttons. As the Mechanic's optics wondered round the room they finally landed on Ratchet who was also trying to stay online. Wheeljack stared at him for a while and began to think to himself, as he did Prowl's voice seemed to fade away until Wheeljack felt like he was alone in the room with Ratchet. The Medical officer was indeed handsome and Wheeljack didn't seem to blame himself for falling for him. Sure he was a bit gruff but that seemed to make him even more charming and more charming to the mechanic. Wheeljack chuckled as he pictured himself hugging the Medic's leg as he tried to get away. In fact Wheeljack's cheeks began flushing red when he pictured himself kissing Ratchet. He stared back at Ratchet and his optics laid on his lips. Wheeljack had never kissed anyone before and now that he had a crush he desperately wanted to have a taste, especially from Ratchet. Wheeljack tried to keep his nerve circuits from overheating as he pictured Ratchet just throwing him down and…
'WHEELJACK!'
Wheeljack almost jumped out of his seat, as did everyone else. Prowl had caught him nodding off and screamed at the top of his vocal processor. Optimus Prime suddenly sat up and looked round in a panic. Sideswipe squashed his putty in shock, Sunstreaker almost fell off his chair, Mirage did fall off his chair and hit the floor hard, Hound fell over backwards, Blaster yelped and fell flat on his face on the table and Ratchet just suddenly stood up in shock. Everyone stopped and stared at Prowl who was glaring at Wheeljack.
'Wheeljack, this isn't the time for a shut down!' snapped the Police Car.
Wheeljack went red in the face but was defended by Jazz.
'You had everyone on the shut down Prowl!' muttered Jazz.
'When I want your opinion Jazz, I'll ask for it!' snarled Prowl.
'I'm just saying that this is so boring you'll probably put Megatron to sleep! C'mon guys when was the last time we all got together like this! Let's spice this brief up a bit!'
Prowl groaned and slumped in his chair.
'This isn't the right time Jazz!' he moaned.
Jazz wasn't listening he started looking round the room till he saw Tracks, sitting with his arms folded, bored out of his mainframe.
'Hey Tracks! Wanna play "Answer My Question"?'
Tracks looked up, not amused. He didn't like playing games in fear it would damage either his body or logic circuits.
'What kind of barbaric game is that?' snapped the Firebird
'I made it up, you wanna play or not?' pouted the Porsche
'Jazz!' snarled Prowl, losing his patience. Tracks sighed; it was better than listening to Prowl droning on and on. Plus it was a bonus to see him get all fumed up.
'Fine, what's your question?' snapped the Firebird.
Jazz grinned and had a sly expression on his face.
'How many girls did you Spark-Bond with before the war?'
'JAZZ!' howled Prowl, his face going red, as was everyone else's. Track's face was red but it seemed to have gone even redder. Everyone else just stared at Jazz in pure shock, how could he ask such a perverted question?
'Wha-what kind of question is that!' snapped Tracks.
'Just asking how many…or are you an unbonded!?' sniggered Jazz
'I AM NOT AN UNBONDED!' cried Tracks, angered at the insult.
'So how many girls you Sparked with?' giggled Jazz.
Tracks seemed to have calmed down and glared playfully at Jazz, finally giving in to the little game.
'I'll answer if you tell me how many you Sparked with!'
'TRACKS!' snarled Prowl but the two Autobots were ignoring him. Jazz gave the Firebird a cocky grin.
'7000!' replied Jazz
'Hah! I bonded with 7500 girls!' cried the Firebird with a triumphant grin. Jazz flinched slightly at his defeat but that wasn't stopping him. He scanned the table until he saw Mirage who had just picked himself up from the floor.
'How about you Mirage?'
'Wha-what!' yelped the Race Car.
Prowl groaned and glared evilly at Jazz.
'Jazz, I'm warning you…!' he snarled.
However this seemed to have interested the Autobots as Mirage gave his answer with a straight face.
'I bonded with 5741 girls!' answered Mirage, not showing any interest at losing to Tracks or Jazz.
'Oh yeah! I bonded with 5742 girls!' snapped Hound.
'I bonded with 5861 girls!' yelled Blaster trying to get involved.
Prowl growled and tried to calm the Autobots down. When that didn't work he looked over at Prime with pleading optics.
'Optimus sir, do something!' cried the Police Car.
Optimus stood up and tried to calm the Autobots down, who were trying to find the Autobot who Sparked with the most girls.
'Autobots please, this isn't appropriate for a Security brief!' ordered the Autobot Leader.
'Ah c'mon Prime! This is more interesting!' cried Ironhide.
'You should know better Ironhide!' snapped Prime, glaring at his old friend. Ironhide growled and then grinned playfully at Prime who tilted his head in confusion. Then Ironhide cried out,
'Prime bonded with 8500!'
Prime suddenly went red and he slammed his fists on the table as all the Autobots stared at him in awe.
'IRONHIDE!' he cried.
Ironhide sniggered as his old friend glared at him in anger and embarrassment. Although the Autobot leader didn't have a full face, Optimus then seemed to grin back at Ironhide. He then turned to face his Autobots and informed them,
'Ironhide bonded with 8400!'
Ironhide suddenly went red and Prowl's jaw dropped as his own leader suddenly got into the game. He glared back at Jazz who was grinning back.
'Now look what you started!' snapped the Police Car.
'Aw get with it Prowl!' snickered the Porsche.
As the two Autobots argued, Blaster snuck up behind Prowl and grabbed him from behind.
'Hey Prowl! How many did you Bond with?' he asked.
Prowl flushed red as he tried to free himself from Blaster. He wasn't planning on telling however Bluestreak whispered into Jazz's audios,
'He bonded with about 5000!'
'BLUESTREAK! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!' howled Prowl his face going red.
As the Autobots laughed at Prowl, Wheeljack began to pray to Primus that no one would ask him. So far everyone had sparked bonded with a number of girls, even Bumblebee. His number wasn't as great as the others but he still bonded with quite a number. Before the war Wheeljack had a terrible social life, he was more interested in his own work then hanging out with his work colleagues. When the war started he began to socialize with some of his comrades but he never got the chance to bond with any girl. Much to Wheeljack's shame he was an Unbonded and to Jazz that was bad. Prowl had finally freed himself from Blaster and shouted at Jazz in anger. Jazz ignored him and spotted Ratchet, who was just reading some notes.
'Hey Doc bot! How about you?'
Wheeljack suddenly glanced over at Ratchet who had just looked up to answer Jazz's query. Deep down the Mechanic was curious to know how many Ratchet had bonded with. Ratchet gazed at Jazz not amused.
'Well if it will shut you up for once Jazz, I bonded with 9100! Can we please get back to the brief, I got stuff to do!' grumbled the Medical Officer.
Wheeljack felt his Spark pulse a couple of beats while everyone else stared at Ratchet completely shocked including Prowl. They had no idea that Ratchet had bonded with so many and suspected that he may have been lying. However they all had lie detectors on so they had to face the truth, Ratchet was a born player! Wheeljack was bright red as dirty thoughts started playing through his mind and he tried to shut them out as some Autobots glanced at him confused. Prowl sat down at his chair and tried to act like nothing happened.
'Jazz can we pack your stupid game in now?' demanded the Police Car.
Jazz realized that it had dragged on longer than he anticipated so he decided to stop, that is until he got one more result.
'OK fine, just let me ask one more bot!'
Jazz began scanning the room and Wheeljack tried to hide, hoping he wasn't going to be picked. However fate wasn't on his side.
'Hey Wheeljack ol'buddy! How about you?'
Wheeljack flinched and spun round, almost shocked and horrified that everyone was staring at him! Wheeljack felt his face going red as everyone waited for an answer, even Prowl.
'Just answer him Wheeljack or he'll never shut up!' groaned Prowl.
Wheeljack looked round wildly and felt his Spark pulse very fast when he saw that Ratchet was even staring at him. It was like a nightmare come true. Wheeljack began to stammer as he talked,
'W-w-well, I-I-I m-m-must had…W-w-well I n-n-never…I-I-I haven't b-b-been out…I-I-I-I…'
'Oh will you just answer the question!' snapped Jazz.
Wheeljack gripped the table and looked down. He spoke in such a low tone everyone had to lean in to hear what he was saying.
'I...haven't…really…bonded…with…anyone…b-before…'
There was silence. Wheeljack was still looking down and half expected Jazz to tease him while everyone else laughed. However he heard something completely different.
'NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU STUPID MECH!' howled Ratchet.
Wheeljack looked up, surprised to see everyone glaring at Jazz. Jazz raised his arms up in defence as everyone glared with angry optics.
'How was I supposed to know he was an Unbonded!' cried Jazz.
'Stop advertising it man!' snapped Blaster.
Soon the whole room was filled with arguing Autobots with Wheeljack in the middle. Wheeljack felt his cheeks burn up and he ran out the room before anyone spotted him. In the safety of the hallway he began to walk back to his quarters. He was miserable, upset and humiliated. He began choking on his own sobs as tears began to pour out of his optics. Now everyone, including Ratchet, knew he was an Unbonded. Talk about big-time humiliation, he was going to be the topic of the week for the Autobots! He wasn't even sure he could face Ratchet either. He had been with so many and had experience while the Mechanic had zilch experience. Ratchet probably thought he was a loser or something right now. As he made his way back to his room he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
'Wheeljack! Wait!'
Looking back he saw Ratchet running after him. Panicking Wheeljack bolted back to his room but Ratchet was faster and managed to grab his arm forcing the Mechanic to halt. Wheeljack yelped and tried to free himself from Ratchet's grip.
'Let me go!' snapped Wheeljack, not looking at Ratchet.
Ratchet suddenly gripped the Mechanic's shoulders and gave him a little shake, calming him down. Wheeljack still refused to face him, he hated it when people see that he had been crying and he definitely didn't want Ratchet to see him in such a state. Ratchet patted Wheeljack's shoulder.
'Are you OK?' he asked, with a tone of concern.
Wheeljack glanced up, but not fully, as he didn't want Ratchet to see him right now. There was defiantly concern in his optics.
'I'm fine. I am, really! I just wanna be left alone.' Muttered the Mechanic.
'So you go run off and sulk!?' snapped Ratchet.
Ratchet suddenly forced Wheeljack to look up at him and Wheeljack flinched when he saw some anger in the Medic's optics. Ratchet was deeply concerned and he could see that Wheeljack was rather upset. It wasn't in the Medic's nature to leave a friend to suffer alone and he could see that Wheeljack was trying to hold tears in.
'You wanna talk about it in my office?' asked Ratchet.
Wheeljack nodded and followed the Medical Officer back to his med bay where he locked the door so no one would disturb them. Wheeljack sat opposite Ratchet at his desk and tried not to sob as Ratchet smiled back at him.
'I guess Jazz sort of…humiliated you in front of everyone today.' muttered Ratchet.
Wheeljack nodded and slouched over staring at his feet as Ratchet continued. What could be much worse than being humiliated in front of everyone especially in front of your crush? Ratchet sighed and spoke,
'I wouldn't worry about it too much, Jazz pissed off everyone today including Prime. Well actually they're blaming themselves that they played along...as I am myself. I'm sorry Wheeljack, I thought it was just a silly game and now look what it's done.'
Wheeljack looked up, a bit happy and yet a bit sad. Ratchet was sincere and he meant every word he said. He had sadness in his optics as he stared back at Wheeljack.
'I am really sorry. I'll make it up to you! If anyone brings it up again I'll turn them into toaster-ovens for ya!'
Wheeljack sniggered at the up-lifting joke. Ratchet smirked back glad to see that Wheeljack had calmed down and seemed a bit happier. He stood up and walked over to Wheeljack, pulling him up from his seat.
'Who cares how many girls you Sparked or Bonded with, you're still the same guy I first met 10 million years ago and that will never change! You're possibly the most interesting guy I ever met! So chin up for me OK?'
Wheeljack flushed at the comment as Ratchet patted his head. That was possibly the sweetest thing the Medic had ever said to him and somehow Ratchet always knew what to say to make him smile, or at least perk up a bit.
'Thanks Ratchet.' He murmured, going red under his face- guard. Ratchet grinned and checked the time on his internal clock.
'Well we better get back to work!' chuckled Ratchet, ushering Wheeljack out the room. As they headed back towards the workshop Wheeljack looked up at Ratchet with curiosity.
'Did you really spark with 9100 girls?' asked the Mechanic, making Ratchet blush. Back at the workshop they continued working until dawn and Ratchet nodded off to sleep as Wheeljack added the finishing touches to the Energon Booster. The Mechanic stood back and marvelled at their work. The Energon Booster was almost finished; it just needed a power source and a test run. Wheeljack looked over at Ratchet who was still sleeping. He walked over to him and sighed.
'C'mon sleepy head!' muttered Wheeljack, tapping Ratchet on the head. Ratchet continued to snore and waved a hand in his sleep. He was leaning on his desk with his arms folded under his head. Wheeljack looked at his sleeping face and sat down next to him. He grinned underneath his face-guard after remembering what Ratchet had said to him that afternoon. He blushed slightly as he gazed at the sleeping Medic. Looking round, Wheeljack made sure no one was there as he removed his face-guard. He bent down near Ratchet and gently kissed him on the lips, being very careful as not to awaken him. Ratchet didn't stir but continued to snore gently as Wheeljack pulled away.
'See you in the morning.' whispered Wheeljack, smiling before he shut himself down for a good night's sleep.
