Chapter Thirteen: Bonding By Accident

this chapter would have been out earlier but my glasses broke and thinking about this story hurt my head to much. Thus the crackish oneshot (Squish Squash, Car Wash) was put into motion. Now I'm wearing my old glasses, I miss these ones so much! I might just say fuck my newer ones. They have that horrible nose piece and the sides piss me off. ABFAJEGHAEBGAJGBE I HATE FAMILY DRAMA TOO!

Ironhide had been awake from his recharge for an hour but refused to move. Asleep in his backseat was October still. He did a quick scan of her, and while his were much less advanced than Ratchet's, he was easily able to tell she needed more recharge still. Inside of him the sounds of soldiers training, a set of intolerable twins (both of their names starting with an S), and even the roars of vehicle engines could not penetrate. October slept in peace.

Ratchet had taken notice of Ironhide's awake but unchanging and unmoving form. When he tried to comm his old friend and there was no reply he feared that something had gone wrong. Having already been in his bipedal mode Ratchet walked over to Ironhide and was about to knock on his when smoothly the black truck backed up and Ratchet's servo missed.

Hoping Ironhide would shift into his normal form or comm him was useless. Ironhide just sat there idling his engine. Now extremely worried Optimus took notice too. "Ironhide, old friend, talk to us." He asked in his deep and authoritative tone.

But still there was no reply from Ironhide. They should have put one and one together by now. Bee had come in hours ago sulking because Sam and Mikaela had fought, his friend was missing, and his elder mentor (Ironhide) had ignored him. Ironhide had begun ignoring everyone around the time october had gone missing, according to Bee that is, and he too was friends with October. If they couldn't have figure out or guessed that October was in him, they should have at the very least suspected he worried about said missing girl.

Instead they had thought virus. If Ironhide could not transform then he could easily end up dead. If not from the virus itself then from a battle in this damned war because he could not shift and save himself. Sharing a plan with Optimus via a private comm link Ratchet put the plan into motion. he looked like he was heading out to leave while Optimus began trying to get Ironhide to speak. Ironhide noticeably focused on his leader and let a sigh slip out from his grill.

Ironhide was perfectly fine but with a lot of his attention on maintaining his sensors, keeping his internal space muted so no sounds got passed his soundproofing, and watching October he had little attention left to making sure his Comm and own voice would not permeate the sound proof barrier. So until he was sure she was rested enough he was set on not speaking.

Or so he had hoped and planned. He was focused on too many things at once that his sensors- having been only set to notice Decepticons- missed someone sneaking up on him. In their alternate modes all Cybertranian's, 'Bot's and 'Con's alike, had a default like switch that would force them into their bipedal mode. Ratchet being their Medic knew this well. He had put much time in figuring out where exactly that switch was so that in an emergency no time would be waisted on scanning for it.

Ironhide's was the latch that would connect a trailer to his alternate mode. All Ratchet had to do was hit a small, but not too small, button and pull at the same time. It would force Ironhide to shift from his alternate mode no matter what virus infected him. His plan was simple. Optimus would try to get Ironhide to speak or comm and Ratchet would creep up from behind and get the switch. If Ironhide was alright he would easily notice before hand and they would have nothing to worry about. A virus could knock out his sensors and Ratchet would be able to make it upon him and get the switch thus making the switch a necessity.

Ratchet got the switch and moved away quickly. He figured Ironhide would be violent when in a forced transformation. Right he had been. Ironhide had swung very violent at the medic even before his shifting was finished. "Frag!" Ironhide cried and his bulky hands roamed his body, feeling and searching for something. "Scan me, find her!"

With those words Ratchet and Optimus became greatly confused. Ironhide seemed to be frantically trying to pry his chest plates open but to no avail. He knew the moment the transformation had begun but it was too late. If he had transformed on his own he would have been able to dictate the moving parts whereabouts until they were in place, that would have made sure October ended up in a servo. Now though his parts had moved where they felt like and the girl was not in his hands. A scan of himself showed her to be in his chest area but he could not force his chest plates open.

"There's an organic compound near your spark chamber!" Ratchet cried in shock and fear, if whatever it was touched the spark it could easily offline Ironhide! "What was inside you!?" He began a more detailed scan to figure out how to get it out without damage to his comrades spark.

"Who! You slagger! October was resting in me!" Every bot in the vicinity heard his booming roar and looked over to see Ratchet even more frantically trying to open his friends chest plates. He had even gotten Optimus to lend in his strength to try and force the plates open.

Pain forced Ironhide to cry out and fall to his knees and the two bots let go of him. A scan update showed that October's organicness had moved closer to the spark and was possibly touching it. Ironhide's optics widened but at the same time dimmed. Ratchet fearfully scanned him thinking his friend was in severe pain and close to offlining.

Instead he saw the pain sensors diminishing (all of his pain had been from ratchet and Optimus) and in it's place a pleasure began to bubble up. Not sexual pleasure but contented pleasure. The pleasure that left a person to lay lazily on their bed and smile softly. The pleasure of a bond forming. Scanners began to beep at Ratchet in warning. October's heart rate was spiking and she moved. Oh God, she was waking up inside of Ironhide!

Panic set in full forced in Ratchet as he took out what looked like a USB and plugged it into a port in Ironhide's neck. Blue optics blazed close to white before turning off completely and his body fell nearly lifelessly as his chest plating opened up. The virus Ratchet had uploaded into the weapons specialist was made for medics that needed to do emergency spark operations where the plating would not open due to security reasons.

Reaching in quickly he grabbed a terrified October and removed her quivering body. She was so confused it wasn't funny. All she had known was falling asleep distressed in Ironhide's back seat. Now she was waking up inside of the mech. perhaps she should just stay away from the base, none of this confusion had happened before coming here. The poor girl felt like giving up and hiding in her closet for the rest of her life!