Alright, something is seriously trying to mess with me .
I tried uploading the new chapter but it wouldn't let me! So, I finally realized maybe I could figure out a loop hole and I did...I just took one of my other already uploaded files and just copied and pasted it over what was there originally. Yeah, that sucks, but at least it gets the job done. ANYWAYS!
1st thing, as always...A BIG HUGE THANK YOU goes out to VT.
2nd thing and just as important...more thank yous to all my readers! ^^ I feel so loved! *cough* I mean, that's for the support. I got so many messages for ideas that it was like bunny bait and they came flying in! Some of you guys will see them coming later on in the story or already in play.
3rd...if I haven't already told ya'll, or even if I did...me and VT (Vanillathunder215) have come together and are working on a story! YAY! Granted it's not up yet, but I think we might get to it eventually when the bunnies stop biting.
4th thing isn't the best of news...for the last 5 chapters I have posted two points of view...one Ironhide, the other Ratchet...unfortnately, the bunnies bit hard, but Ratchet isn't ready yet and might take another week or two to pop out. So I hope you guys are alright with half a chapter until then. I just know I haven't updated in a while for any of my stories and I'm sorry. DX
So then, do read and tell me what you think!
Ironhide:
"Ironhide, it's late. Why are you still here?" Wheeljack asked, entering the weapon's room, "and how many of those have you had?"
I looked down at the dozens of empty high grade energon cubes and merely grunted. Honestly I had lost count and I wasn't in the mood to talk let alone get chastised over my actions. Slag it, I did whatever the frag I wanted...until recently that is.
Wheeljack narrowed his optics and put his hands on his hips. Primus, here it comes. I am so not in the mood for this AGAIN! What is it with medics and the "responsibility" speeches? Granted, Wheeljack wasn't actually a medic, but he had hung around and learned enough from Ratchet for me to file him in the same category. Just as he opened his mouth to begin the tirade, I waved my hand in the air to stop him.
"Look, I've heard this ten times," Seriously ten times in just the last orn, six times from Ratchet, three times from First Aid, and of course, once from Prime, "Just leave me alone already," interesting. You would think after a few dozen cubes my speech would have gone to slag.
"Apparently you need to hear it ten times more. Slag it Ironhide, this is no way to deal with this. You need to talk with Ratchet."
"And get my aft attached to the ceiling or my processor wiped? Yeah right. There's no slaggin way I'm going back to the pit he calls a med bay. He's the fraggin spawn of Unicron right now. ANY Autobot with a two-bit processor would know to stay away, far away."
"And ANY sparkmate would be smart enough to see that he really needs help. Don't waste what you have," Wheeljack argued back. I had to pause for a moment; I heard actual concern and something else hidden underneath.
"I'm not wasting anything but recharge time...which is the point," I said, shrugging and throwing back another cube with ease. That seemed to be some breaking point within Wheeljack as he stormed over and leaned down so he was right in my face.
"You don't know, do you!" he snarled, and I jerked back. Never had I thought the mech would, or could, get hostile and there was a dangerous glint in his eye that told me I better listen closely least I be the center of his next unstable experiment.
"You don't know," he repeated, "that what you have with Ratchet is amazing, wonderful, a rare gift! He's more than just a medic and you know it, you've SEEN it!"
Oh slag, I never really paid attention to rumors, but now it was obvious that sometimes harmless chat was actually proving to be quite accurate. Wheeljack really did have his sights set upon Ratchet and I had ruined that picture-perfect future for him. No wonder he was mad; no wonder he was watching every single screw up I did closely. Slag.
"And yet here you are, getting over energized off high grade while he's having to deal with this ALONE! Right now, he doesn't deserve you, at all. You're just proving to be the huge aft head that everyone says you are." Wait, everyone says that? "This...this miracle that has happened isn't an easy road Ironhide, you need to be there with him. You need to help him. So frag it, mech up and deal!"
The silence was deafening after he finished and pulled back up to glared at me, waiting for some sort of reaction. I was shocked. Ratchet was one thing, but getting a harsh lecture in the responsibilities of life from somebot like Wheeljack, well, it was quite disorientating. It takes a moment to recover from something like that. And then it happened, the stupidest thing I had ever done in my life. Alright, not the stupidest, but it was pretty slaggin close.
I laughed. Actually, I burst out laughing my aft off and Wheeljack stepped back in surprise. It wasn't a reaction he expected, and well, neither did I.
"I can't believe this," I finally said, calming down a moment later, "I'm getting lectured at from you, of all mechs, and you are actually the first one who's managed to make a serious point."
"Oh."
Smirking I stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. It was something most soldiers could take but he was a scientist and his knees buckled slightly at the strength of the blow yet he remained silent otherwise, "You know, keep it up 'Jack and I just might end up liking you after all."
Wheeljack gave me a sheepish grin, already falling back into the mech I knew before the big blowout mere klicks ago.
"Well, it's time I go kiss and make up huh?"
"Something like that," he said, grin spreading into a small smile.
I made a move to leave then stopped. Frag, I forgot I still had a few dozen empty cubes to clean up. Wheeljack noticed my hesitation and the source, "Go on, I'll clean up. The sooner you go to him and talk it over, the better. This is nothing I can't handle."
"Thanks 'Jack. I owe ya."
"Yeah yeah, I'll collect later," he said, waving me off and I turned to leave just as he added, "and Ironhide."
"Hmm?"
"Congratulations on the sparkling."
Now...I sure SOME of yall saw THAT coming. ^^
But seriously...reviews...I NEED THEM! If you hold back, I might just have to hold Ratchet's pov hostage! *waves file in air* DON'T TEMPT ME!
