The warm oil bath was soothing and Pharma closed his optics as he sunk himself deeper in the tub. This really hit the spot! He relaxed and let the hot liquid wash all the stress away, that is, until that annoying voice reared it's ugly head ahead. The jet's optics bolted open as a look of dread washed over his face.

'What a fool you are.' The voice spoke up. Once again, Pharma looked around the room only to discover it's empty.

"Why?" He muttered, burring his face in his servos. "Why are you doing this to me?"

'The truth hurts, doesn't it?' The voice taunted. 'Look what he's done to you.'

"What did he do?" Pharma spat and clenched his fists. He didn't like how the voice spoke of his lover, or how it made him feel. Primus, just look how it made him react on Ratchet's special day. He ruined it!

'As well you should have.' The voice spoke up again. 'Why do you think he brough you, my dear silly mech.' Pharma let out an annoyed groan. 'He liked rubbing it in that he got a premotion. He likes that you hate your job. Most of all, he likes to boast, right in your face, that he is a better medic then you are, and will always be.'

"Shut up!" Pharma yelled and banged his fists into the tub.

'You know what you need to do." The voice rang again and caused Pharma to flinch as if he received a jolt of electricity. 'But I think we both know you are, quite simply, too chicken to do it.'

Ratchet palmed in the door codes and when the door swished open, walked in calling out for Pharma. Not to his surprise, his lover was standing in front of the mirror, ogling over himself as he polished up his frame. Ratchet just smiled to himself, remembering back to his college days. How much time did that mech spend looking over himself in the mirror? The red and white mech laughed for he knew the answer was entirely too long. He shook his head and stacked his pillows as to sit on his berth.

"You know Pharma." Ratchet called out. "You don't have to polish yourself on my account."

No answer replied, just the sound of the jet humming an unfamiliar tune. Ratchet just shrugged and picked up a discarded data pad from his night stand, flicked it on, and began reading. Yes, he had a few days off to celebrate, but he didn't see anything wrong with reading up on some case files if he had the time.

"Always working, I see." Pharma said in a rather stern voice as he came out.

"Well, just waiting for you to tear yourself away from that mirror." Ratchet said with his eyes glued to the data pad. That is, until Pharma yanked it from his hands and tossed it on the floor. "Hey!" Ratchet shouted. "Be careful with that. It's important!"

"It can wait." Pharma spat as he pushed Ratchet down on the berth and climbed on top of him. "I got something more important to do anyways."

"Frisky I see." Ratchet cooed right before Pharma caught his mouth in a forceful kiss. The jet's tongue pried into the other's mouth and his body pressed forcefully to the white body. Once the kiss was broke, Ratchet gasped. "Woah, take it easy, will ya buddy?" It was only meant as a joke, but once again, Pharma's face scrunched up.

"What. I can't take it how I want it, for once?" Pharma growled. His interface panel snapped open and his already pressurized spike grinded into Ratchet's closed panel. "Open."

"Pharma!" Ratchet cried out. "Please, stop being so sensitive! I didn't mean-"

"Open up!" Pharma angrily shouted. "Or do I need to force you open?" His fingers traveled between the other's legs and the tips found the edge of the panel. He attempted to pry the panel open when suddenly opened on it's own. "There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Pharma cooed harshly and frowned with how the exposed valve was dry. "Roll over."

"Huh?" Ratchet asked.

Pharma sneered and grabbed Ratchet's hips and pulled. "I said to roll over. Get on your stomach!" Without further question, Ratchet did as he was told. He laid face first on the berth, kinda confused and worried with what was happening- his lover was never this forceful. Pharma pushed the legs apart and brushed a finger over the valve and grumbled.

'Look, he doesn't like you' The voice spoke up. 'I don't think he ever did!'

"Pharma." Ratchet called out.

"Shut up!" Pharma yelled as he scooted himself close to the other. Using a hand to guide his spike, he lined it up with his partner's disgustingly dry valve. He heard the other mutter out something begging him to stop, but he paid no attention to it. Instead, he tried to just shove his cock inside the other, but the dryness was uncomfortable, and so was Ratchet's cries.

"So fraggin' pathetic!" Pharma muttered as he spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his spike. This'll have to do. The blue jet pressed his spike to the valve once again, and with one forceful thrust, seated himself fully inside.

Ratchet cried out. The intrusion on his unprepared valve was painful, but what hurt more was his lover not seeming to care. His gritted his teeth, closed his optics and just bared it. Tears rolled down his face as he wondered why Pharma would forcefully take him like this. Ratchet never denied him except for when the jet would come by his clinic wanting to get laid and he was busy. In fact, he was planning on making love to Pharma if he was feeling better.

"You like this?" Pharma grunted though clenched denta.

"Ph-Pharma! You're hurting me!" Ratchet replied trying his best to hold back his sobs. "Why are you doing this?"

"So, it's always about you, is it?" Pharma mocked. He bucked in jerky movements- he never found his pace quickly, and Ratchet did his best to deal with it, hoping that his valve would voluntarily produce some lubrication, however he was just so mind boggled by Pharma's actions, he doubted it would ever happen.

The jet placed his hands on Ratchet's back and rested his weight upon them, causing the bottom mech to be pushed down harder on the berth. That mixed with the deep, painful thrusts was proving to be unbearable. Ratchet groaned from pain and just silently begged his angry lover would be done soon. He felt horrible thinking that- under any other circumstance, he loved it when they fooled around, hands roaming over each other's bodies and both seeking to please each other felt really good. Ratchet whined at how different it felt this time.

Pharma pumped away, whispering mean and hurtful things to the other as he went. His cooling fans clicked on high speed as he bit painfully hard on Ratchet's neck cables. The flier's thrusting became even more erratic as he moaned a final time and unleashed his orgasm. Ratchet was thankful he was finished, but he received no pleasure from this- his still dry valve ached terribly. Pharma dropped down on top of him, panting and completely worn out. A sadness overcame Ratchet as the jet just laid there with his systems resetting. With a heavy sigh, Ratchet cried to himself as he waited for the other to wake up.

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

To this very day, a feeling of guilt rose in Pharma's conscience every time that night was remembered. True, after several apologies and a long in depth conversation, Ratchet had forgiven him- Pharma had claimed that he was just under so much stress and his jealousy simply got the best of him. But the shock of those actions stung, even after all this time.

Pharma winced as he reset his optics and squirmed in the cold snow. He didn't tell Ratchet the truth that night. Yeah, stress could have been a factor, but it was those voices he was hearing- the voices that were telling him his lover really hated him and other bad things. The jet let out a sigh. Perhaps if he had told his past lover the truth, none of this would ever have happened. He wouldn't have gone to Delphi. He never would have done what he did here, and he sure as slag wouldn't be stuck in this snow. But it generally wasn't a good thing when some one said they heard voices in their head. He didn't want to be locked up on the loony farm.

No. Instead, several month later, he want to Delphi.

Primus, he cursed the day he took the job at Delphi. He didn't like that day, never have and never would.

... ... ...

The day was clear and Pharma stood looking at the sky as the transport ship was loaded and fueled up. He kept taking worried glances to the main road into the landing strip and would expel a huff of air when no mech in vehicle form was seen. Ratchet promised he would be here! Pharma need him to be here. The two spent the night together- that is until an emergency had pulled his lover from his arms. Ratchet apologized profusely and promised he would be back well before take off.

So, here Pharma stood, as other passengers boarded, waiting for Ratchet to show up. He was so leary about taking the job- not because he didn't think he could do it, but rather, it was so hard to leave Ratchet. His lover meant the world to him, and now, instead of being cities apart, they would be worlds apart. He felt the sadness creep in, still not knowing if he could leave.

"Hey Pharma!" A voice called, distracting the jet from his thoughts. Pharma turned around and saw Ratchet transform into his root mode and immediately ran towards his lover. The pair embraced in a tight hug. "Pharma, I am so sorry-" Ratchet spoke but was cut off by Pharma deeply kissing him, and not to mention, rubbing his hands all over the red and white mech. "Pharma!" Ratchet chuckled. "Wow, what a greeting." He pried the jet's hands from his aft. "Look, I am sorry I'm late."

Pharma shushed the other and smiled. "You are here now. I get to see you before I leave. That's what matters."

"So, how you feeling?" Ratchet asked as he clasped the jet's hands in his own. His thumb gently brushed on Pharma's fingers in consolation.

The blue mech just shrugged. "Alright. I guess."

"Come on love, talk to me." Ratchet cooed.

"Well, that's the truth. I am happy I got the job and am going, but still don't like being that far from you." Pharma said.

"We'll talk and video comm often." Ratchet said with a smile, but caught onto his lover's thoughts and through his hands up as if defending himself. "I'll make the time, trust me. Well, more like we'll make time. You'll see how time consuming working at a hospital is." Ratchet shrugged. "We'll make time for each other. Don't worry."

"I'll miss you." Pharma said as his optics watered up.

"Come on Pharma." Ratchet cooed and wrapped his arms around the other. "I'll miss you to. But it's not the end of our relationship, alright? This job is a great opportunity for you, and I am glad you took it." Pharma smiled weakly and nodded. "We can visit each other. It's not going to be extremely often, but we'll make it work."

While still sad, Pharma's spirits brightened a little and he gave an ernest smile this time. "Yeah. It's just going to be hard. You know? To not see you. Or be able to touch you. Or frag ya."

Ratchet gave a carefree laugh. "Yeah. Well, last night should keep you satisfied for a bit." Pharma scrunched his face, giving a look. "Eh, maybe for the flight to Messatine... OK, half the trip there."

"Hmmmm... Maybe." Pharma replied as a voice rang from the transport shuttle calling for all passengers to board for liftoff. It was time to leave. Attempting not to cry, Pharma bit his lip as he looked at his lover- who didn't look much better. Pharma pressed his helm to Ratchet's. "I guess this is it. Time to go."

Ratchet nodded. " I guess so. Time to prove to the world how great a medic you are." Of course Pharma smiled at that, and Ratchet thought he looked positively stunning. "Primus, I am gonna miss you." Ratchet spoke.

"I know, I'd miss me too." Pharma joked. He pulled the other's chin up to give a final passionate kiss on the lips. He never wanted it to end, but the second call for all passengers to board rang out.

"You better go, you don't want to miss your flight." Ratchet whispered, and walked hand in hand with Pharma to the shuttle. "Call me when you get there. I love you."

Pharma stared his lover in the eyes one last time, looking a bit forlorn as he nodded and gave a final smile. "I love you too. See ya later."

The jet gave a final wave, Ratchet did the same, and Pharma boarded the shuttle, not realizing what was in store for him at Delphi, but then again, I don't think Ratchet- or anybody- knew what was going on there.

**A/n- ok- getting there! Up next, it's Pharma's time spent at delphi. Hope you all enjoyed!**