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Units of time as I use them:
Astrosecond= .273 seconds
Klik= 1 minute
Joor= 3 hours
Cycle= 1 day
Breem= 1 week
Groon= 1 month
Stellar cycle= year
Meta cycle= 5 years
Deca cycle= 10 years
Orn= century
Vorn= 5 centuries
:underline:- spark twins talking
:bold:- bonded mechs talking
:italics:- comm link
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Chapter 14
Ratchet sat in a chair in the infirmary waiting as First Aid took care of the last of Sunstreaker's injuries. Ratchet was there for another check-up with First Aid, so he waited while the young medic took care of Sunstreaker's injuries.
"Come on, First Aid. Hurry up!" Sunstreaker complained.
"Well, if you hadn't decided to play a prank on Chromia, we wouldn't have this problem, would we? You know that Chromia is just as trigger happy as Ironhide is, and you also know that she has no reservations about taking her cannon to you. Lucky for us, she had it on a low setting, or I might have had to do a lot more to try to keep your aft online." First Aid retorted. He was working on the wiring in Sunstreaker's leg as it had been what Chromia hit.
"Still think Prime should have done something." Sunstreaker muttered.
"Why should he do something about something that was your own fault, Sunny?" Ratchet asked.
Sunstreaker growled. "Don't call me that! And she could have killed me!"
"Need I remind you that Chromia has Ironhide's philosophy of shoot first, ask questions later. You knew that the chances of Chromia shooting you were high. There's just no way around that fact." Ratchet told him.
"At least she did miss your vitals." First Aid stated.
"But she ruined my paintjob!" Sunstreaker cried.
"She could have ruined a lot more than that." First Aid added. He finished repairing the last of the wire before replacing the armor that covered his leg. "All right. Get out."
"My paint, though!" Sunstreaker whined.
First Aid rolled his optics before he shoved Sunstreaker off of the berth. "Get out. I have more important things to do than listen to you whine about your paint."
Sunstreaker opened his mouth to protest.
First Aid then shoved a few cans of yellow paint into Sunstreaker's hands. "Take this and get your twin to help you. Other than that, leave."
Sunstreaker left, grumbling about First Aid spending too much time with Ratchet.
"Now you know why Sunstreaker and Sideswipe get on my nerves so much. I think I see them about as much as I see Wheeljack." Ratchet stated.
"So I noticed." First Aid motioned for the berth.
Ratchet stood up before he walked over and sat down on the berth that Sunstreaker had vacated.
"So, how are you feeling?" First Aid asked.
"I'm doing fine, Aid. I'm not quite as tired as I was." Ratchet replied.
"Well, you should be feeling like that. You're entering the second stage now." First Aid said.
"I know." Ratchet said.
First Aid then started his examination. He was pleased to see that there was no problem at all. All of Ratchet's systems were functioning normally, his energon levels were good, and his recharge levels were good as well. "All right. Open your chest."
Ratchet did as he was asked, opening his chest plates.
First Aid was glad to see that both of the golden sparks were strong and that they seemed to have grown to the appropriate size for just entering the second stage. He noted that the lining of the sac for the protoforms had started to form already, a clear indication that Ratchet was in the second stage now. "Well, it all looks good, Ratchet. All of your levels are fine, and the sac is starting to form around them both." First Aid told him.
Ratchet nodded. "Thank you, First Aid . I'm glad to hear that." Ratchet then closed his chest plates back.
"You'll need start drinking two cubes of medical grade now. It's probably better if you drink one in the morning and one in the late afternoon."
Ratchet looked at his apprentice with a raised optic ridge. "First Aid, you do realize that I am a medic, too. I know all of this. I have told enough carriers to do all of this to know that I need to do it myself."
First Aid had the decency to look embarrassed. "Sorry, sir. I've just been looking at you as one of my patients, so I tend to say everything. I guess I forgot that."
Ratchet nodded. "Probably not a bad habit to get in to. I did that myself when I had to take care of my own mentor."
First Aid nodded. "In any case, you're doing fine. It probably won't hurt for you to do a little more in the infirmary, but I'll still handle the bulk of the cases."
Ratchet nodded. "I'm tempted to just leave Wheeljack to you. Primus knows my stress levels have decreased since you've been dealing with him."
First Aid smiled. "I can do that. I've become an expert at dealing with Wheeljack and his catastrophes. I don't see how you've managed to keep from offlining himself permanently."
Ratchet chuckled. "There's a reason that I take my wrench to his helm so much when I'm repairing him. It's the only way I can get that anger and frustration out without offlining him permanently."
First Aid nodded. "I've come close to doing just that."
"Give in. It's a good stress reliever. I should know." Ratchet stated.
First Aid nodded. "In any case, you can go."
"You don't want me to help today?" Ratchet asked.
"You were scheduled to have a day off, so you might as well take it. Just come back later to get the medical grade energon."
Ratchet nodded. He then stood up. "The way I'm having to consume it, it would make a bit more sense for me to have a dispenser in my quarters."
First Aid laughed. "You'd think so."
Ratchet then felt the infirmary.
Optimus was reading through all of the reports that were scattered on his desk. He had a mountain of work to do, but the Prime had a system for getting through everything that needed to be done. That system normally worked unless Ironhide was in the office trying to seduce the Prime. Thankfully, Ironhide had patrol that day, so the Prime was free to get all of his work done.
Optimus was currently reading through one of Prowl's reports on why Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were in the brig. The Prime shook his helm. He didn't mind the Twins' pranks as much as Prowl did, but there were just some things that weren't meant to be mess with. And that included Wheeljack's inventions.
After reading the report, Optimus set it aside and picked up another one. This one was a reconnaissance report from the mission that Jazz and Mirage had been sent out on. The two had reported light Decepticon activity in the area that they had been surveying. Optimus frowned. They were going to have to keep a closer optic on that area. He didn't want anything to happen in that area that might come back and endanger them. He'd also need to share this information with Lennox. Than again, Jazz normally sent his reports to Lennox as well just to cut out the middle man, as the humans say.
Optimus set the report down. He was glad that they hadn't had any major issues with the Decepticons since the disaster when they had almost lost Ratchet. Then again, that ended up being a good thing for Optimus and Ironhide. They had ended up sparking Ratchet, which meant that they were both going to be creators now. It had also resulted with the being able to tell Ratchet how they felt about him and had started a relationship with the medic.
Of course, Optimus didn't want anyone to have to go through what they did. It was better that the Decepticons were stopped as soon as possible.
The Prime set the reconnaissance report to the side before he picked up another one. Before he could start reading it, he sensed that Prowl was outside. "Come in, Prowl."
The door slid open, and the Autobot SIC walked into the room.
"What can I do for you, Prowl?" Optimus asked.
"Sir, Ironhide asked if I could take command one day next week." Prowl told him.
It seemed that Ironhide had already talked to Prowl and used whatever blackmail he had on the tactician. "Yes. I know he was going to talk to you about that."
"I can take command whatever day you wish, sir. Although Jazz has Thursday off, and I had planned to spend the day with him." Prowl said.
"Of course, Prowl. I believe Ironhide was scheduled to have Tuesday off anyway. If you can just take command that day, I think it will be fine." Optimus told him.
"Very well, sir. Will you be staying on the base?" Prowl asked.
"Not the base, but we'll be on the island." Optimus stated.
Prowl seemed a bit confused by that.
Optimus decided to explain a little more. "Since we're still in a new relationship with Ratchet, we wanted to get away from everyone and spend some time with him. We're going to go to the other side of the island for the day."
Prowl nodded. "Yes, sir. Unless it's critical, I'll leave you alone." Prowl made a mental note to make sure that no one on the base went to that side of the island during the time that Optimus and Ironhide would be alone with Ratchet.
"Thank you, Prowl." Optimus told him.
Prowl turned and left the office.
Optimus decided that he really didn't want to know what kind of blackmail Ironhide had on Prowl to get him to do this. Then again, his SIC probably would have done it anyway since Prowl said that Optimus worked too much as it was. Optimus never bothered to tell his SIC that he was just as bad about work, if not worse. The only mech worse than Optimus and Prowl when it comes to work was Ratchet, but the medic hadn't been able to overwork since he was sparked. Something that made Optimus grateful since the Autobot leader worried about Ratchet working himself into stasis.
Optimus picked up the next report and started to read through it. He found that it was Red Alert's report on all that he had done to upgrade their security system. Optimus mentally sighed at the amount of paranoia that Red Alert obviously had. The amount of security upgrades was completely unnecessary, even the humans would think they were unnecessary. Then again, any base that Red Alert handled the security for rarely had any security breaches, so his measures were effective, even if they were a bit extreme.
Of course, for once, Optimus was grateful for those added security measures considering the fact that Ratchet was sparked now. If the Decepticons ever did manage to find their base, he would want all of those added measures to ensure that Ratchet and the sparklings were safe.
The Prime then sensed another presence outside of his office, and he was rather surprised to realize that it was Ratchet who was outside the office. It was rare that Ratchet ever really came to his office. Mostly, if there was something medical going on, Ratchet would simply comm Optimus and ask him to meet him in the infirmary. Optimus set the security report down before speaking. "Come on in, Ratchet."
The door slid open, and Ratchet stepped into the room. He glanced at the desk before looking at the Prime. "How do you manage to get through all of that in one cycle?"
"I have a system that works unless 'Hide decides to seduce me." Optimus shook his helm. "I let him do that far too often."
Ratchet laughed. "Well, Ironhide is persistent and determined. Plus, he never gives up until he gets exactly what he wants. It seems to me that giving would be simpler than just arguing with him."
"Probably true. I live in hope that one day he'll actually learn the meaning of giving up." Optimus stated.
"Don't get your hopes up." Ratchet told him.
Optimus sighed. "I suppose so." He then glanced at the medic again. "Was there something that you needed, Ratchet?"
"It's not very important if I'm distracting you." Ratchet assured him. He had just wanted to let the Prime know that he had had his check-up and that everything was fine.
"Of course not, Ratchet. I'm not too busy for you." Optimus wasn't going to be too busy for Ratchet because he was in a new relationship with Ratchet and because the medic was sparked by both him and Ironhide.
"If you're sure." Ratchet really didn't want to keep Optimus from his work. He knew that the Prime worked hard enough as it was.
Optimus motioned for Ratchet to come on over.
A bit hesitantly, Ratchet did. He may have agreed to a relationship with the two, but he was still a bit uneasy with it. It would take time for the medic to be comfortable being in a relationship with the two.
Once Ratchet was close enough, Optimus reached out and took Ratchet's wrist in his hand before the Prime pulled the medic down into his lap.
"Optimus! What are you doing!" Ratchet exclaimed.
Optimus laughed. "Ratchet, just because I have a lot of work doesn't mean I don't mind a little break. I don't even want to think about how many breaks Prowl actually takes."
"With Jazz forcing him to take them." Ratchet added.
"Of course. We both know that Prowl wouldn't take a break other wise." Optimus had to admit that he didn't mind having the medic in his lap. Ratchet was a lot lighter than Ironhide was, and the Prime had often wanted to be this intimately close with Ratchet before. He was glad that he finally had the chance to. "Was there something you needed, Ratchet?" Optimus knew that there had to be something on the medic's processors for him to come there.
"I just had my check-up with First Aid. I thought that I'd let you know that he said everything is fine." Ratchet said.
"He's sure?" Optimus had found himself wanting to make double sure considering that the sparklings were his and Ironhide's.
"Yes, Optimus. First Aid helped me with sparked bots enough to know when everything is fine. I'm in the second stage now, which means I won't be as tired. Thank Primus." The last part was muttered. Ratchet had gotten completely sick of being so tired all of the time.
"Does that mean that you're going to be doing more work now?" Optimus asked.
"A bit more. I have no doubt that First Aid will make sure I do as little repairing as possible. He seems rather intent on making sure that I do not do much work at all. I feel like I'm being lazy." Ratchet stated.
"I think you have the right to right now, Ratchet." Optimus told him. He had absently started stroking his hand over Ratchet's hip.
Ratchet had noticed, but chose to say nothing as it was rather soothing. "I don't need to be this lazy. Not right now. I'll do enough of that when I reach the third stage. Primus knows I'll struggle just to get up on my own pedes then." Ratchet stated.
Optimus wisely chose not to respond to that comment. He'd have to make sure that Ironhide made no comments on the fact that Ratchet's chest would swell when the time came. "Are you doing any work today?"
"No. First Aid told me to take today off." Ratchet said.
"I'm amazed that you're letting First Aid order you around the infirmary." Optimus told him.
Ratchet smirked. "Let's just say that First Aid is going to regret it once the sparklings arrive, and I'm back in the infirmary full time."
Optimus instantly felt sorry for First Aid. He knew that getting on Ratchet's bad side was not the smartest thing anyone could do.
Ratchet sat there for a few moments. He was oddly comfortable in Optimus's lap. He hadn't thought that he would be this calm as far as that went, but he found that being in Optimus's lap wasn't that bad. It also occurred to him that he never kissed Optimus. He had been kissed by Ironhide, but not Optimus. He decided that since he had agreed to a relationship with them, he had the right to find out what kissing Optimus was like.
Optimus himself was rather comfortable like this. He enjoyed having Ratchet in his lap. He hadn't been sure if Ratchet would react well. It was hard to tell how Ratchet would act in response to certain things, so the Prime had been glad when Ratchet had settled in his lap without any complaints.
However, the Prime hadn't expected it when Ratchet suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. The Prime was so shocked that he ended up gasping in surprise. Ratchet then slipped his glossa into Optimus's mouth and started to roam around the inside of his mouth, making sure that he traced every inch of the Prime's mouth. Optimus moaned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Ratchet's waist. Ratchet then allowed his glossa to touch Optimus's, curling around the larger mech's own glossa.
Optimus released another moan as he started to curl his own glossa around Ratchet's. He then slid his glossa into Ratchet's own mouth, starting to roam around the cavern. He groaned as he tasted Ratchet for the first time, enjoying that feeling. He allowed his arms to tighten a bit more around Ratchet's waist.
A loud catcall caught the Prime and the medic by surprise.
Ratchet was so startled that he probably would have fallen right out of the Prime's lap had it not been for the fact that Optimus had his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
Optimus had also been startled by the catcall, and he had automatically tightened his hold on Ratchet to make sure that Ratchet didn't fall out of his lap.
The two broke the kiss and turned to find Ironhide standing at the door, grinning like an idiot at the sight had walked into.
"Now that's what I call a sight to walk into. I could get used to seeing that more often." Ironhide told them, still grinning.
Ratchet's infamous glare then covered his face. "Must you do that?"
Ironhide didn't stop grinning, despite the fact that he knew it was never a good thing when that glare was thrown at a him. "Come on, Ratchet. Seeing you two making out has to be the hottest thing I have seen."
Ratchet released a growl.
And Optimus immediately felt uncomfortable at being so close to the medic when he was angry. The Prime figured that he had better get used to it considering the fact that he was hoping Ratchet would eventually become his and Ironhide's bondmate.
Optimus sighed. "Ironhide, what are you doing here? I thought you were out on patrol."
"I was, but Lennox was called back here. I think he had to talk to Sam about something. Thought I'd swing by. Never thought that I would see this." Ironhide said.
Ratchet was considering the numerous ways that he could kill the Weapon's Specialist. "Well, wipe that grin off your face." A wicked grin then spread over the medic's face. "Or I just might do something that you find very…unpleasant."
"Like what?" Ironhide asked.
Ratchet smirked. "Leaving you tied up and letting you do nothing but watch while Optimus and I go at it."
The images that flooded both Optimus and Ironhide's processors were very interesting and arousing.
Ironhide's jaw dropped.
Ratchet merely smirked as he stood up and walked by the Weapon's Specialist and out of the room.
Optimus looked amused now. "That wouldn't be a bad thing."
"Not for you." Ironhide muttered.
Optimus shook his helm.
"What was he doing here anyway? Was something wrong?" Ironhide asked.
"No. He just came to tell me that he had that check-up with First Aid and that everything was fine. He is officially in the second stage now." Optimus stated. He then thought of something. "And please refrain from making comments to Ratchet when he starts to show he's sparked. I don't think you'd live through it."
"Better tell the Twins that one." Ironhide muttered.
"A good idea. And we're taking Ratchet out Tuesday." Optimus told him.
"Sure thing. Well, I'd better go patrolling. I can do that without Lennox." Ironhide stated before he turned and got to work.
Optimus then turned his attention back to his work. Or tried to as what Ratchet had said about tying Ironhide up while they fragged came back to his processors. He wondered if maybe Ratchet would agree to that.
"What in the name of Primus are you two up to!" Ratchet growled. He hadn't especially appreciated the fact that Ironhide and Optimus had come to his quarters that morning and practically dragged him out of his quarters, barely giving him the time to getting the medical grade energon before they practically dragged him off of the base.
"Ah, come on, Hatchet. You know that we're not going to do anything to you. Besides, it's a surprise." Ironhide told him.
Ratchet growled again. "You know how I feel about surprises." He hated them with a great passion. It was the one thing that he hated more than mechs who injured themselves in stupid ways.
"Ratchet, try not to worry about it. You know that we're not going to do anything to you, and you know that we're not going to lead you into anything dangerous." Optimus told him.
Ratchet sighed. "Just where are we going? I thought that neither of you wanted me to leave the base while I'm sparked."
"Why should we worry about you when you're right here with us? Besides, we're not leaving the island. Just the base." Ironhide told him.
Ratchet frowned. He wondered why it was that the two of them had dragged him all the way out here. More than that, what was there for them to do out here off of the base? Ratchet didn't have an answer to that, but he assumed that he would find out soon enough.
Optimus and Ironhide had finally managed to get Ratchet to the area that they wanted him at.
The area they went to was a part of the island where there was a small alcove at the edge of the ocean. The area of the small beach had sand that reached to simply grass that was surrounded by all kinds of flora and fauna. There were also some wild birds that rested in the trees. It was a very quiet, serene area. A much different environment form the noisy, bustling base.
Ratchet found the place to be beautiful. As much as he was a grumpy medic, he did love to see these kinds of things. It was proof of the life that lived there. He liked to observe things such as nature. He might be a medic, but a part of him was also a scientist wanting to understand things of nature.
"So? What do you think?" Ironhide asked.
"I think this place is still beautiful, but I don't understand why we're here." Ratchet knew that while Optimus might not mind seeing something like this, there was no way that Ironhide was going to be especially happy about being here.
"Well, we wanted to spend a little time alone with you away from everyone. There was no way that we were going to be able to do that at the base. It would be inevitable that someone was going to come to us and interrupt some time alone. So, we figured that we could come here and be alone. Without anyone interrupting." Ironhide told him.
Ratchet had to admit that spending some time alone with them uninterrupted would be a good thing. They hadn't been able to spend a great deal of time alone without anyone interrupting them since they had decided to start a relationship, so Ratchet had to admit that it did sound like a good thing.
"Now, come on." Optimus gently pushed Ratchet forward.
Ratchet sighed before doing as the Prime wanted. As long as they had dragged him all the way out here, Ratchet figured that he might as well enjoy it.
Skyfire was busy working on his own scientific endeavors. Instead of inventing things the way that Wheeljack did, Skyfire preferred to conduct studies on the various different forms of life on the planet. He liked understanding the structure of organisms and understanding their way of life. He was currently studying a sample that he had picked up while out exploring the island earlier.
"Anything interesting, Skyfire?" Perceptor asked.
"Not yet. I haven't finished studying this sample." Skyfire answered. He knew he needed a better analysis. He turned to his fellow scientist. "Would you mind giving me a better analysis of this sample, Percy?"
"Certainly." Perceptor transformed into a microscope and landed on the table.
Skyfire took the slide that he had been examining and placed it on the microscope.
Perceptor then started his analysis of the sample. "It is certainly organic in nature. A multi-celled organism." Perceptor stated.
Skyfire was writing what he was saying down on a datapad.
Perceptor continued with the analysis. "Perhaps we should gather more samples and compare them to this one." The microscope thought that comparing the sample to others found in the area would help them to understand the current sample better.
"Hmm. perhaps." Skyfire agreed.
A sudden explosion knocked Skyfire backwards flat on his back while Perceptor fell off of the worktable and landed on Skyfire.
"It seems that your bondmate is back to causing havoc, Skyfire." Perceptor said as he transformed back into bipedal mode and made his way off of the Seeker.
"Yes. I heard." Skyfire moved to his feet. "Is it any wonder that I can't get any work done? I spend the majority of my time making sure my bondmate is still in one piece." Skyfire then strode out of the hanger, going to check on his mate.
Perceptor sighed as he started to clean up.
"Everything okay, Percy?"
Perceptor looked up to see that Beachcomber was standing in the entrance. "Yes. Wheeljack and his latest disaster. I just need to clean up here."
"Let me help." Beachcomber walked on into the hanger.
Perceptor eyed his bondmate with suspicion. "The last time you helped me clean up, you ended up fragging me against the wall."
Beachcomber grinned. "What's wrong with that?"
Perceptor sighed. "We share this hanger with Skyfire for our lab work, Beachcomber. I'm not certain that Skyfire would appreciate walking in here to find us interfacing again."
"As if he and Wheeljack haven't done the same thing." Beachcomber retorted.
"True, but please do remember that they do that in Wheeljack's lab, and Wheeljack is the only one who works in that lab." Perceptor stated.
"Yeah, but that's only because no other scientist is willing to work in the same lab as Wheeljack. Not even Skyfire is willing to work in the same lab as Wheeljack." Beachcomber stated.
"True enough." Perceptor agreed.
Skyfire walked into his bondmate's lab to find that part of the ceiling had fallen in, the far wall was completely charred, the worktable was a pile of ashes, and Wheeljack was firmly imbedded in the wall. Skyfire sighed before walked over to Wheeljack.
"Hey, Sky!" Wheeljack said cheerfully, his head fins lighting up as he spoke.
Skyfire frowned. "Is there a reason that you decided to do this, 'Jack? Haven't you had enough of being a part of the wall?"
"It's not like I do this on purpose." Wheeljack protested.
"I'm just glad that Ratchet is off the base at the moment, or he might come running to find out just what you did this time." Skyfire said.
"Yeah. He would." a new voice stated.
Skyfire turned to see First Aid walking into the hanger. "I hope he didn't interrupt anything important."
"As long as Wheeljack isn't in danger of offlining, if I'm doing something important, I finish that first." First Aid said.
"I'm hurt." Wheeljack faked a hurt tint to his voice, trying to make it sound like he was really hurt over what First Aid had said.
First Aid rolled his optics as he walked over to make sure Wheeljack hadn't caused any major damage to his back. That was the last thing that he wanted to do. He then turned to Skyfire. "Pull him out of there, would you? He didn't do any damage to the circuitry in his back."
Skyfire nodded before he walked over. He reached out and took hold of Wheeljack's shoulders before he pulled hard on the inventor. Wheeljack was easily pulled free of the wall and landed on his feet before he staggered. Skyfire easily held him up.
First Aid sighed. "I had better get you back to the infirmary. You've obviously done something."
"I'll help him back, First Aid." Skyfire assured him.
"Thank you." First Aid replied. He the headed out.
Skyfire kept his arm wrapped around Wheeljack as he helped the inventor out of the lab and to the infirmary. He had considered asking Wheeljack what he had been working on that made him cause that explosion, but he decided that he didn't want to know what his bondmate had been working on. He found it better for his sanity that way.
Ratchet had to admit that he had enjoyed the time that he had spent with Optimus and Ironhide. He hadn't actually spent this much time alone with them in a more intimate level, and he was glad that he had. He had found that being alone with them was very calming for him. He had also seen a more carefree and childish view of Optimus and Ironhide as he watched them wrestle like sparklings. He had no doubt that they would have dragged him into it had it not been for the fact that he was sparked.
Optimus and Ironhide had seen no reason to hide how they acted when they were alone form Ratchet. He was in a relationship with them, so they might as well act as they normally did.
:Think we're scaring him off?: Ironhide asked as he pinned Optimus onto his front with one arm pulled behind his back.
:We'll find out soon enough.: Optimus replied as he wrenched his arm free before he threw the Weapon's Specialist off of him.
"I hope you two realize I am not repairing any injuries you inflict on each other." Ratchet said as he watched them with amusement.
"Don't need it." Ironhide replied as he fought to get out from underneath Optimus. "We do this all the time. You don't think we spend every second alone in our quarters interfacing and recharging, do you?"
"With you, 'Hide, I honestly don't know." Ratchet replied.
"We've learned how to repair the minor injuries that we inflict on each other. Don't worry." Optimus released a grunt as Ironhide threw him off again.
The tremors that the two were causing didn't faze Ratchet as it barely rattled him. The medic was finding this quite amusing. "Is the only thing that you two do outside of interfacing wresting?"
"Well, no. We tend to wrestle when we interface, too." Ironhide said. "That or argue?"
"Ironhide!" Optimus exclaimed.
"What? He'll find out soon enough." Ironhide said.
Ratchet shook his helm. He realized that it had gotten rather late without him realizing it. He also knew that it was getting time for him to take in that second cube of medical grade energon.
Optimus and Ironhide seemed to have realized this as well.
"So, how do we explain the everyone the dents?" Ironhide asked.
"No one has ever asked before." Optimus pointed.
"That would be because everyone assumed you got those dents by interfacing each other into oblivion." Ratchet stated, moving to get up.
Ironhide walked over and helped the medic to his feet. "So, everyone will think we did that as well." He grinned. "And assume you joined in or watched."
CLANK!
"OW!" Ironhide shouted as he rubbed his helm.
Optimus shook his helm. He had thought that Ironhide would have learned by now not to say things like that to piss Ratchet off. "Come on. Let's get back to the base."
The three then headed off in the direction of the base.
"See. We told you that you'd like coming out here." Ironhide told him.
"Hmm. Yes. It was nice to get out a while, though I spend most of the time watching you two wrestle." Ratchet stated.
Ironhide started to point that they had made out some.
:'Hide, you've gotten one wrench to the helm already. Let's not go for two in three kliks.: Optimus warned him.
:Yeah. Yeah.: Ironhide retorted.
Optimus mentally sighed. He had really hoped that Ironhide would have learned to not piss the medic off. He supposed that if Ironhide hadn't learned after all these vorn of being around Ratchet, then he was never going to learn.
Ratchet would admit that he had ended up having a good time. He was glad that Optimus and Ironhide had done this for him. He was beginning to believe more and more that they really did love him. He was starting to think that maybe he could learn to trust them in a way that he hadn't trusted anyone ever.
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