Author's Note: XD YAAAAAAAAAAY dumped him! will have more fun with Galloway next chapter. XD OH! and next chapter we get SPARKLINGS! little Tourniquet and Red Cross! hehehe XD
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"Hello?"
Theodore Galloway stood in the middle of the desert, a large bottle of water and a sunhat sitting in the dust at his feet. He had been dumped there, thrown from within Ratchet, the Medic had dumped him as far from humanly possible from the nearest towns and had fried his phone... both of them...
A swirl of dust twisted around his black shoes. The wind his only companion.
"If you dare return to Base, I will allow Ratchet to extract whatever he wishes from your flesh. He is not in a good mood... nor is First Aid, nor are the Femmes. Your life will be over. You have been warned."
"Hello?"
No answer was forth coming from the desert.
"Where is First Aid?" Ratchet stood before Ironhide, helm tipping to the side and trying to follow the blurry trail that had been left behind when he had found their quarters empty and the strange feeling that some one had been there while he had dumped the human somewhere far...
"Ya migh' want ta... err.... go back ta yahr quarters.... Ratchet. He's alright... I promise..." Ironhide looked at the door of the Rec Room, which had been commandeered by the most interesting of groups.
A frown touched the Medic's features, the last thing he wanted was to be away from his Bondmate, his Spark was still churning knowing what had been threatened... and he stepped past Ironhide and to the door of the Rec Room that slid open abruptly before the black Mech could give a word of warning.
Several sets of fully charged weapons were suddenly pointed in his direction, several angry sets of optics were staring at him, his mouthplates dropped open in surprise as he watched the scene before him. He could barely see the slender frame of his Bondmate between the Femmes that crowded around the half recharging little Mech. Chromia's fingers were stroking softly over the silver helm, clearly wanting to ease the little Mech's frazzled nerves, they all preferred to get repaired by the smaller Medic, all of them having a soft spot for him and his professionalism.
They were also drawn now that there was a confirmation that he was carrying. Sparklings were so rare.... knowing that there was a chance for not only more... but that they could have them on earth delighted them all.
"No Mechs allowed." Chromia barked, bright optics narrowing on Ratchet, clearly not going to make an exception for the likes of him. "Slag off!"
"Excuse me, but I would like to retrieve my Bondmate first..."
"Bad luck, slag off."
Ratchet was not about to take no for an answer when the weapons were all turned towards him, the safeties clicking off. First Aid was indeed well loved by the Autobots, but who could blame them?
The visored head lifted slightly from where it had been resting on Chromia's knee, visor glowing slightly as he was slowly returning to functionality after being out cold like that. Instantly he was gazing at his Bonded, a tired smile coming to his lips, before his helm twisted slightlz to gaze upwards at the hand that touched him like that, a smile coming to his lips at the familiar face of Chromia. "Did... did I fall into recharge again?"
"Yes, but don't you worry, Aid, I won't let anything happen to you." She gave the little Mech a smile, rubbing at that helm again in a surprisingly familiar fashion. "You know you can always come to me whenever you need me."
Ratchet blinked, the familiarity between the pair had surprised him.
"Thanks 'Mia..." First Aid whispered, flushing ever so slightly, before turning to gaze at Ratchet, knowing he had never actually spoken before about any of his other relationships that he had had before be had Bonded with Ratchet. It hadn't been love, but it had been an intense affection between the pair of them and Chromia had actually been First Aid's first lover. The Femme had not been able to resist the littl Medic who had tended to her after a particularly vicious battle back on Cybertron.
And Ratchet felt a sudden jolt of hot jealousy, it was his turn to feel the burn all the way through him. Though he instinctively knew things about First Aid, there was still a lot of the past that neither had talked about and didn't brush over during their Merges or through their Bond. "Aid..."
Arms suddenly opened towards Ratchet, like a Sparkling, a big though tired smile was flashed in his direction. For the life of him, First Aid looked happier, the time amongst the Femmes had apparently.... "Thankyou all... but I need Ratchet."
Weapons dropped but only slightly, allowing the lime green Medic to hurry forwards, instantly dipping and picking up the smaller Mech, feeling those slender legs curl around his waist and cling to him tightly. Possessively, Ratchet was cradling his Bondmate to him, leaning in to drop a soft kiss against those soft lips, claiming them and earning him a happy sound from Aid. 'Slag it... you're mine.'
Pale blue optics blinked from underneath his visor, head lifting slightly in confusion at that particular statement. "Ratch?"
'I...'
'Is this about 'Mia?'
That jaw clenched.
"Take me home and we'll talk, Love." With a wave at the Femmes and another gentle thankyou he was soon being carried off towards their quarters again.
"She was my first." First Aid was settled on the berth, watching Ratchet pacing slowly back and forth before the windows, his lime green frame jerking slightly he moved, clearly trying to keep himself in check. "I patched her up after a rather nasty battle... And well... she was grateful and..." Flushng badly, the little Medic was looking embarrassed over it. "Took me out for a drink and well... thought I was too adorable to leave alone for a while. We've been friends ever since. She worked with my brother in Iacon Security."
"I... don't mean to be so... jealous... but the thought."
"Its nice you know... when you get all possessive." Lips turned upwards in a smile as he rolled over, fingers lightly scratching at his armour plating, feeling glad for the few joor he had spent with the Femmes, he liked being around them... "But Chromia has... someone already... and so you don't need to worry about that. She just gets a little overprotective of me at times."
"I still..."
"You want to know about me?"
Ratchet had read First Aid's transcripts when he had taken on the smaller Medic to complete his training... But there was a lot he still didn't know... which he did wish to know...
"Well, should I start at the beginning? My brothers and I were not made as some would think, we are all naturally brothers, but we were all heavily built and upgraded when they found us perfect for the Gestalt program when the war broke out. Our creators were both part of the Iacon Rescue Forces, I'm second youngest of the lot. Blades has that honour." He mused softly, sitting up a little, before tugging at his armour, dropping it all over the side of the berth, fingers scratching lightly at his casing again, letting it slide open and he actually reached inside, stroking lightly over the Sparkling within with a soft sigh of relief. Grabbing Ratchet's hand and encouraging the Medic to do the same when he drew in closer, gazing down at the two growing Sparklings within the casing, already half the size of First Aid's own Spark. Their constant merges had allowed the two to develop quickly, Ratchet being quite strong at Spark and able to provide energy quite readily to his offspring.
"I was a field Medic with the Rescue Forces, though I did serve for a time in the Medical Corps... and even with the Engineers Guild, I kind of bounced around.... Its where I met Wheeljack and first saw you."
Leaning over to tug open a draw in the table beside the berth, he was dipping a hand in to pull out an holo recorder from within, thumbing it on and revealing a holo of his family before the war. "Some of us had different names back then too..." A finger was gesturing to the soft white and blue Mech who stood to one side of the image with hands resting on the shoulders of a smaller white and red Mech, slender and taller than his current frame, looking a little more carefree. With an easy smile and bright pale blue optics staring at whoever was recording the moment. "That's me and 'Wise. We've always been close... I guess we look a lot more alike in that image, we had the same Carrier."
Ratchet was sitting down beside his Bondmate gazing at the image and noting that the smaller Mech was familiar to him, though he might not have met him in person... he had seen him...
"I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere until I met you. When you said you would complete my Medic's training... I was over the moon as the humans say."
The larger Medic was shuffling closer to his Bondmate, stroking over those Sparklings softly, delighting in the feeling of them pressing up against his touch. He had already begun construction of their first Frames with both First Aid and Wheeljack's help, and he wondered how soon... There was a usual length to carrying, but considering the unexpected growth of both Sparklings....
"Not long now." First Aid whispered softly, sprawling comfortably out onto his back like that, optics dimmed and looking relaxed again. "Maybe an orn or two... and we'll have our Twins..."
"I hope... I want to be a good Creator for them..."
"Ratch, you're the best a Mech could ask for. I'm sorry about before, my emotional balance circuits are glitching up a storm...."
"No... I was being insensitive to your needs...."
"Its 'kay. I love you."
"I love you too, Aid. I couldn't imagine life without you."
"Hellooooo?"
Still no answer!
No one was going to come to his rescue. No one wanted to.
SPARKLINGS NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!
