Surviving Changes
By: MyNameIsJag
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a growing farm of plot bunnies that won't stop breeding! GAH!
A freak accident leads certain members of the ARK feeling a little feminine. How will they survive the new changes and will they ever return to normal? How will they endure being the only femmes on a crew filled with lonely mechs?
Chapter Three: Shovels Are The Ultimate Weapon!
Ratchet glared at the mech before her, only to receive the cold shoulder move, okay…she shouldn't really be all that surprised by his reactions toward Red Alert. She had just came back to the medbay, all the mechs were supposed to be at the meeting with Prime about why it is wrong to chase the 'local femmes' around the ARK.
She glanced at the unconscious form of the Lambo, Primus help the spark that decides to get between her and Ironhide…
It was a sad thing to live longer then your own sparkling…war made it no easier…so when Chromia and Ironhide lost their only daughter…they decided not to have any more until the end of the war…an seemingly never ending war. The medic was sure if the tiny sparkling would have lived she would have been around Red's age and nearly the same coloring…probably why the Weapons Specialist suddenly imprinted a Creator code on the SD.
Then again her rushing to him, screaming for protection was probably enough to do that…on the bright side she now had a guardian…a cannon totting, hot tempered, impatient guardian…
Once more, Primus help the poor spark who tries to hit on her.
She and Wheeljack had decided to find safety in the medbay…along with the ever faithful Dinobots at their heels, declaring loud enough to be heard on the Nemesis, that they were going to protect their Mommas.
Since most were gone to the meeting, it was temporarily safe for them, she glanced over at her closest friend, "Jackie, I think we might need to do a full scan on our frames, I want to make sure their isn't anything abnormal with our new forms and I can use the new layout if anything was to happen to us."
The engineer just giggled and waved one servo at her, the other holding some strange device before placing it in her subspace, "Sure thing, Rara, but it isn't just an excuse is it, because I know you want to get your servos on me, you know all you have to do is ask."
The medic gave her a plain look, "Yes, I want you at my mercy, cause you know I've been after that aft of yours, how terrible it is you've discovered my master plan." The words dripped with sarcasm.
The Lancia lit up, "Oh, so you admit it!," she clutched her chest where her spark was and pretended to swoon, "What a time to find out, without a spike from either one of us, what are we to do?"
"Oh, shut up." The femme doctor picked up a rag and threw it at her friend, "you are so ridiculous."
"Ironhide, Ratchet's being an abusive lover!"
He just snorted and shook his helm, "Don't bring me into ya'r relationship problems."
One femme laughed while the other glared at him, he just chuckled while dismissing it all with a wave of his servo, "Ya too are worse then Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, by the way ya act ya would think ya two were twins."
A light chuckle came from Ratchet as she crossed her arms, "How do you know we're not, hmm, have you ever seen us apart…what about the fact that I know just when Jackie is about to blow up or what she's thinking?"
Said inventor threw her arm around the ambulance, laughter and amusement showed in her fins, "What if we are just a pair of mismatched twins?"
The red mech glanced from to the other, he meet them at the same time so he had no idea how long they actually knew each other…he snorted again, "Ya just messing with me aren't cha?"
They both snickered and winked at him before preceding to speak at the same time, "You'll never know."
o.o
-^_^-break-^_^-
Trailbreaker smiled to himself, not that anyone could see because of his mask but that was probably why he allowed himself such a goofy grin to pop up.
Hound wasn't shy, was never shy. She would instantly become anyone's friend with a smile and a wave, she had no problems with personal space and no issues with getting into somebody elses. Which is why she was happily sitting in his lap, going on about the amazing experience she was going through and how much different it was and how she should use it to increase her studies.
Sure the entire recroom was empty except for him and her…and the sulking Noble, Prowl had left to bury Tracks (or is it Track's or Trackses) body somewhere after beat him to a pulp for groping her and telling her she had 'the most perfect hips to bare his young'. So the racecar might be missing for awhile.
When they all started to sit down at the table to get a better understanding of what was going on, he had simply pulled her down into his lap and being Hound, she really didn't mind or pay attention to. He glanced over at the Towers mech, who was intently staring at the green femme, he really didn't have a problem with the mech…but he couldn't say they were friends.
More like they dealt with each other under familiar acquaintanceship by the fact they both new the tracker. If it wasn't for Hound…they would never even took steps in learning each others names much less tolerate each other's presence.
He turned back to the femme in his lap, she smiled up at him in a way she had no idea was so spark warming, "What are you going to do now?"
She just shrugged and swung her pedes, "Same thing I always do, do missions, collect data, explore the wildlife and kick Con aft. I really don't think it's had all that big effect on me," she tilted her helm, a pout taking the place of what was supposed to be a frown, "I just don't understand why everyone is going insane over this. It's not a huge deal."
The spy made a sound that was very close to a 'yeah, right,' before clearing his throat, "Perhaps it is better for you to remain with one of us, in case one of the fellow members decides to make a deal out of it in a troublesome way," a charming smile was sent her way, "I do believe I am off duty today, it would be a pleasure to escort you to your duties, to be on the safe side I assure you."
The tracker just laughed, immune to any charm sent her way, she waved his offer off, "Na, it's fine, I'm actually going to meet up with the others when Prowl gets back from her 'excavation'. She thinks it will be safer if we all stat together."
The scout just chuckled at the crestfallen look of the Noble, did he really think Hound would actually be effected by something like that. He patted her helm, making sure her pet was on her shoulder before he did, nothing that was unusual for him, "Listen mutt, you be careful, you need help, just comm me."
She just shuttered her optics up at him, a confused smile shined up at him, "I don't think that'll be necessary, I mean, they never showed interest in me before, why would they do it now?"
"Because certain arrangements in your frame have never been seen let alone touched by most of the younger mechs here, who would jump at the chance to berth such a divine being."
And now she was looking at Mirage in confusion, "What does any of that have to do with me?"
-^_^-Break-^_^-
First Aid was sure he needed his optics looked at, sure he had just came back from the meeting about the 'new' femmes where he was told who was who…but to come back to see his mentor as a very attractive femme that was currently sprawled out on a medbay berth like some kind of lithe cat…was at most unexpected if not teetering on the edge of impossible.
She was propped up on her side leaning on one elbow with her helm in her servo while the other one was whirling a wrench around, her legs crossed in what one would assume a sexy fashion, she looked like she was getting ready for a picture for a magazine…and she was smiling over at him now…oh, Primus..
"Aid, come on in, I need you to do me."
"Tch!"
Ratchet shuttered her optics as her apprentice locked up right on the spot, she frowned, "There goes my good mood."
Wheeljack, who was standing over to the side with Ironhide and the now awaken Red Alert, just laughed, "I think you scared him, Rara."
The Weapon Specialist just snorted, "Younglings, I swear."
The medic just rolled her optics before glaring at the engineer, "It's your fault, if you would just scan me instead of trying to grope my aft, I wouldn't have needed to ask the poor thing."
"But your aft is like a beacon, your all white then bam, cherry flavored aft surprise!"
"Did you just say cherry flavored?"
"Yes, yes I did and there's nothing you can do about it."
The ambulance stared at her friend, "How do you know what cherry taste like?"
"Umm," the two looked over at the security officer, who was now slightly hiding behind her new protector, "shouldn't we do something about First Aid…he's frozen…"
They all turned to look at the young mech, Swoop gave a gentle flap of his wings as he looked over at the healer with a pleading look, "Me, Swoop can fix him, First Aid, right Mamma?"
"Hmm," she tapped her elongated digits on the berth she was on before nodding, "might as well show you, I have a feeling this scenario is going to happen a lot from now on."
The Pterodactyl nodded enthusiastically, "Me, Swoop learn quickly, me make both Mommas proud!"
Ratchet just groaned as the words as Wheeljack laughed at her displeasure.
-^_^-Break-^_^-
Prowl looked around before taking a step down the hall, by her estimates the meeting that Prime announced over the speakers for the entire crew should be over by now and mechs should start wondering around. She glanced at the shovel in her servo, not a gun but, hey, it could do some damage.
Speaking of the shovel, she wondered how long it will take Tracks to wake up and dig himself out of his 'grave'…good thing they didn't need to breath and their armor doesn't compact under dirt. So at the most, he should just be filthy and irritated and knowing how he was, perhaps that would give him reason to stay away from her unless he wanted the same treatment again.
Sighing, she saw no one, perhaps Optimus had gone into overdrive with one of his speeches again…it wouldn't surprise- "Hello, angel." -her. Damn…
She glanced over her shoulder to see Jazz leaning against the wall, fragging saboteurs and their abilities to sneak up on bots, she nodded toward him curtly, "Jazz."
The Porsche just smiled at her, she couldn't see where his optics were looking at but she knew who they were directed at, "Need an escort?"
"Already have one," she held out the shovel, "has a knock out count already, want me to add another number to it?"
He held up his servos in surrender, "Whoa, come on, Prowler, ya know me, A'h know better then ta pull ma 'Jazz mech's moves' on ya."
"…Did you seriously just say that," she shook her helm, "whatever, my processor is feeling like it's about to burst from recent events. If it wasn't bad enough dealing with my new found feminine side, I just got hit on by TRACKS, who is in firm belief I am the girl to have, as he said, "his beautiful winged children of the stars", so I really don't need anything you're about to pull."
The Ops mech lifted a visor ridge, "Tracks? Wow…"
"Yeah, wow, now excuse me," she took a deep intake, "I have to go find Hound." She did a quick turn, ignoring the steps that were following behind her.
Jazz hummed to himself, a part of a song going off in his processors…now he didn't listen to country often and he barely remembered the lyrics to the songs when he did but he couldn't help grin at the words he did recollect. 'Keeping perfect rhythm makes you want swing along.' His vision kept on the tail end of the cruiser, left, right, left, right…daaaammmn what an aft.
Instead of being completely black like before it looked more like what humans would call…what was it…a thong, giving her aft a white plated curve to it. But it was better cause she was technically 'naked'…he tried to keep his childish glee contained, a naked Prowl was a sexy Prowl!
She glared at him over her shoulders, her delicate doorwings gave a brief flutter but deciding it was probably better just to leave him be instead of goading him any more then what was already done, she turned back to her destination. It was quite possible he was just heading the same way she was and was just uncomfortable walking next to the already angered femme with the shovel.
She gave him one final look before com-linking her fellow femme, :Hound?:
:Yes, si-ma'am?:
The Praxian let the slip up pass, she wasn't quite sure if she was ready to be called ma'am yet, :How is everything where you're at?:
:Oh, just fine! Most of the guys are just staring at me but they haven't done anything:
:Good, I'm coming in:
-^_^-Break-^_^-
"Muhahahahahaha!"
"Ratchet, don't laugh so evilly, you scaring Red Alert."
"Pft, don't get on to me Prowl, not after what you just did," Ratchet waved a servo at the forms of knocked out mechs on the medbay berths, "you just smacked half the crew with a shovel."
Wheeljack nodded in agreement as she looked over a random bot's scans, being so many, she had to help out the medic, "Why were you carrying a shovel anyway?"
"I murdered Tracks," she waved the thought off, "but that's not important, it seems we might be in a bigger situation then what we thought, they seem to be a little overeager now and the only reason Hound was fine was because she was sitting in Trailbreaker's lap."
Said tracker just gave an apology smile to her commander, "I'm sorry, I didn't know they would all just flood over you."
"Understandable, luckily I was prepared for such an event," the Datsun turned toward the Prime, who was now standing next to Ironhide looking quite miserable, "I am going to propose to Prime-"
"Usually it's the other way around."
"Shut-up, Wheeljack, propose to Prime that we get a shared quarters and get the washrooms on the farside that is barely used."
"That sounds sooo much safer," Red Alert grabbed Hound, "we could watch each other's backs…I don't want to be left alone."
"I like it too!," the engineer came up and threw an arm around Ratchet, "The things we could do…"
"Jackie!"
"What, I was talking about just hanging out, what were you thinking of, RaRa, you pervert."
The SIC rolled her optics at their antics, the two were always like that, "Jokes aside, I don't want any one of us to go somewhere alone or without a guardian."
They all nodded in agreement, if this was just how the first few hours was going…how will it go before they could return to normal…if they returned to normal…
"Guys, I'm scared…"
"Don't worry, Red, your virginity is safe…for now!"
Prowl glared at the medic as the Lambo ran over and glomped Ironhide, screaming for protection, "Was that necessary?"
"Yep."
-^_^-TBC-^_^-
R&R
A special thanks to: Katea-Nui, butterflykaguya87, sparkles pepper, writergurl616, Christina, Jagwarakit, spiderqween1, Ayami1, Beserker 01, vfnfvne, Thalanee, fanfictionlover23, GrimsonAshes, Got Buttermilk, Carolina, Shizuka Taiyou, RamenNoodlesXD, EcchoKat, sunnysides, Joyeu,
For Beserker 01: I haven't put up a picture of Red from this story yet, but I do have one of Hound. Go to my profile and click the homepage at the top and you'll be able to see it. Please leave a response and suggestions.
For Got Buttermilk: Thank you for the idea of them sharing a room and shower, that will come into a bigger part later on.
Wheeljack and Ratchet aren't a couple, they just like aggravating each other with any means necessary. Their too good of friends not to annoy each other and apparently Ironhide as well. They're just pervs…that's pretty much it. Ironhide and Red aren't together either, he would be more of the father figure considering her age to his.
The narrowed down couples list: This thing was at least double the size before I started picking the ones I could work with.
Ratchet/Twins (My fav couple of all time)
Ratchet/Skyfire (I actually like this pairing, the spitball medic and the gentle flier)
Ratchet/Sunstreaker (Because the medic is his and only his and if you touch or look, you're dead)
Ratchet/Prime (I think their personalities are so clashing it's adorable)
Prowl/Jazz (Canon…I don't care what you say, they are canon and I refuse to believe other wise ^^)
Prowl/Twins (The strict SIC and the troublemakers.)
Prowl/Sideswipe (Getting a lot of requests for this couple)
Prowl/Smokescreen (Shinigami-Sama1 said it the best)
Prowl/Tracks (Cause even Tracks needs some love)
Hound/Mirage (A sweet pairing that I love)
Hound/Trailbreaker (He will fight the evil noble for his true love! :D!)
Hound/Cliffjumper (She probably thinks he needs a hug)
Wheeljack/Bluestreak (I love this pairing, they are so cute!)
Wheeljack/Blaster (They can have their own private rave going on!)
Wheeljack/Perceptor (4 SCIENCE!)
Wheeljack/Ratchet (Working together to defeat the evilness of mechs everywhere! This was suggested)
Red Alert/Inferno (I love this pairing and I really need to be nicer to Inferno…)
Red Alert/Twins (Lambo Trio…what more do you need?)
Red Alert/Mirage (Nobles love pretty little things)
Red Alert/Jazz (You can touch my horns, if I get to touch yours)
Don't worry, the list will get shorter in time, this are just the couples that I can plan out. Noticed a distinct lack of Cons, except for Joyeu's request for the appearance of seekers…though I think they might have a problem 'courting' the now femmes… And Ayami1's suggestion for Megs demanding the femmes…because he's a perv…and he's lonely…a lonely anger perv… But that's down the road. ^^
