English is not my native language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes
Comments or Review is appreciated (please tell me if I made any embarrassing mistakes)
Thanks
Times:
Vorn - 83 years
Stellar cycle – 1 year
Solar cycle – 1 day
Joor – 1 hour
Klik – 1.2 minutes
Astrosecond – 0.273 seconds
I won't try to write the accent of Jazz (or anybot else), because I suck at it.
This 'Transformer World' is just made up (Characters are from G1, the movies and more)
"…" - speaking
Lallalala – thinking
-…- - speaking over the bond
Rating: for later chapters
Warnings: Yaoi (mech x mech), illness, swearing
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
The author of the poem is Phantasticstarkid all credit goes to him.
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Yeah telling the family really sucked.
After Prowl and Smokescreen with their families left Ratchet had just half a Joor to collect himself when his creators and his siblings with their families came. There was a lot of crying and hugging again.
His sire was just staring at him and comforting his carrier while his carrier was kissing and hugging the life out of him.
Wheeljack went into a kind of shock and he didn't snap out of it until Ratchet hit him with a wrench.
Ironhide hugged him gently as if he would break and made sure that Ratchet knew that they were there for him.
On the next day it went similar.
They all hugged Ratchet and Optimus and told them that if they ever needed something, they should just say so.
And life went on.
It wasn't even that bad. Ratchet did drop a lot of things and had to sit down often, but it didn't really matter, because of the support of their friends and family.
Somebot was always there, looking after Ratchet while Optimus went to work. They would talk to him, play games or go for a walk.
It wasn't really that bad until Ratchet couldn't get up out of the berth one morning about 3 vorns ago.
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When Ratchet woke up this morning he just felt sore.
Not happy. Not sad. Just sore.
It was really annoying.
He turned from his back slowly and with quite an afford onto his side where Optimus was still deep in recharge.
He studied Optimus handsome faceplates closely.
His own faceplates split into a stunning smile on its own.
I AM a lucky mech he thought. He didn't just have the Prime as a bondmate, but the Prime was also one of the most handsome mechs out there.
I am a very lucky mech, indeed.
Ratchet was startled out of his thoughts when Optimus began to move.
Optimus slowly onlined his optics and if he was surprised to wake up face to face with Ratchet, while said mech was staring intensely at his face, he certainly didn't show it.
He just smiled down to the very much smaller mech. And slowly got up to get ready for the day.
When Optimus came back into their berth room to get Ratchet to get up for breakfast, he found him still lying motionless in the berth.
He frowned.
-Ratchet? Are you not going to get up? –
Ratchet groaned and turned around slowly. So he was facing Optimus but still lying.
-I..I don't think I can get up- Ratchet said voice shivering.
Optimus optics widened and he rushed to Ratchets side.
-Can you try?- He asked after stroking Ratchets arm comfortingly.
-Y..Yeah I think..- Ratchet answered.
Ratchet slowly tried to sit up again, but his sore limbs just wouldn't cooperate.
His vocalize let out a whine when he was just able to lift his shoulders for about 3 inches (about 7.5 cm).
Optimus slowly showed a hand under Ratchet and lifted him into a sitting position.
But as soon as he stopped holding him, Ratchet fell back onto the berth like a puppet with no strings.
Ratchet panicked.
He felt his venting become fast and irregular.
He shivered uncontrollably
I guess I jinxed my luck he thinks sarcastically.
Optimus scooped Ratchet into his strong arms. Ratchets helm right above his spark to calm his panicking mate down.
Slowly but surely Ratchet was able to vent normally again. But the calm didn't last long since he began crying.
It wasn't the sobbing he did when he told his family.
It was a spark wrenching, sad, desperate kind of crying.
The kind of crying you do when the world turns against you and you can do nothing to prevent it.
And Optimus ?
He couldn't do anything but hold his mate and comfort him while trying to get his own panic under control.
And while he was sitting there holding his mate he remembered an old poem of a wise old mech with the designation Phantasticstar.
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I tried, I failed, I can't, I'm done
I don't know what to do.
I'm sorry, my sweet friend,
But I have lied to you.
I said that I was doing fine,
I told you all was well.
But in all actualities,
It's all going to hell.
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'It's all going to hell'
Oh how true these words are.
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I hope you liked this chapter ( It IS a little bit short…)
I would gladly accept any ideas for the next chapter
The author of the poem is Phantasticstarkid all credit goes to him.
I just loved the poem and had to put it in the story
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Parings:
Optimus Family
Stormbow & Alpha Trion – Optimus Creators
Elita 1 – Optimus sister / mate : Chromia
Megatron – O. brother / mate: Starscream / creations: Thundercracker & Skywarp
(Optimus is younger than Megs but older than Elita)
Ratchets Family
Starlight & Windblast – Ratchets Creators
Wheeljack – R. brother / mate: Skyfire / creation: Firestar
Ironhide – R. brother / mate: Moonracer
(Ratchet is the youngest of these three)
Optimus & Ratchet:
Smokescreen – creation /mate: Mirage
Prowl – creation /mate: Jazz /creation: Bluestreak
Rest:
Arcee & KnockOut – adopted creations
Sunstreaker & Sideswipe – will be explained in the next few chapters
Kup – old friend of the family