Chapter Thirty-Six: About Freaking Time!

A/N EXPLICIT BOT/HUMAN MENTIONS AT THE BOTTOM IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ SKIP THE .~:*:~. SECTION! I REPEAT SKIP IT AND KEEP YOUR PRETEEN MOUTHS SHUT The 'explicit' section has been removed. It is up on archiveofourown (you gotta put in dot org right here cus ff.n deletes that part) works/880706/chapters/1767474 just remove the spaces and viola.

Another thing. So I've had several oneshots taken down because of explicit content. So I will you link if you want to read said link will be in the afore mentioned spot because im notposting it on here anymore.

Ironhide got the news around five in the morning that more Autobots would be breaching the atmosphere and landing in a few hours. That meant that he needed to talk to October. Chromia would be one of the six entering. There would also be Arcee and Elita-1, for they were an effective group together. Three others would be coming in with them, and Ironhide decided that this group of six were ones he could live without seeing on a daily basis. The wreckers Leadfoot, Topspin,and Roadbuster were complete assholes, and he would prefer to keep October away from their foul mouths.

"Hm," she moaned from on top of his chest when he stroked her back. He was trying to soothingly wake his little love interest up. Unfortunately that didn't work, and he lifted her up and let her lay in one of his hands. That woke her up. Or rather, him moving had caused her to turn and stretch her side; the pain from that is what caused her to gain awareness. "Ironhide?" She moaned tiredly, and he sensed she was having trouble sitting up in his hand so he helped her.

"Sorry, Sweetspark. But I need to talk with you. More Autobots are coming in today."

"Isn't that good?" October asked with a yawn as she rubbed her eyes. It was too early. Especially to talk. Her hand moved from her eyes to her hair, ANDand she ran it through several times to straighten out any wayward strands.

"Normally, yes. Unfortunately, there is a Femme from my past coming here. We didn't end on such a good note. We had been good together, nearly as good as me and you," he looked down at her with adoring optics. He wouldn'lt trade her for the world, and he wanted to make sure she understood that. He was leaving his room to bring them to the refueling center. "But we had been good. We separated with her still having feelings for me. I am not sure if those feelings of hers have dulled over the millennia or not. Any feelings I had harbored for her have long since left. You have replaced the last that I had harbored."

"So she might try to convince you to get back together?" October asked, mostly awake now. The news that trouble may be brewing in their broken paradise was worrying to her. "I- what are you going to do?" The walls around her heart were going up but before they could rise too much, Ironhide forcefully tore them apart and pulled her into his spark, letting her feel every emotion that went through him, proving to her that the next words he uttered were the truth.

"Nothing. I've got you now, and there's nothing she can do to get me to leave you."

Feeling his love and determination not to let her go, she returned the love he gave her. "What happened between you two?" Her curiosity was also due to wanting to make sure she never made the same mistake as the femme that had lost the best thing that could have ever been hers. Now though, he belonged to October, and she was happy with it this way.

"I- October, please do not worry over this. We didn't last because-" He was worried. She knew he was, and she knew that it was because the reason they broke up was one that was easily made between these two. "I wanted sparklings and she did not." Sparklings? Wasn't she his spark now so- wait. Why did she feel like she knew that word from somewhere? "Children, October. I had wanted to have children one day and she did not."

Her heart broke. He was a different species, not to mention a non-organic one at that, and it may not even be possible for them to conceive in the future. The last femme he was with refused his children, so they had separated. She may not even be able to have them. The difference was little between the two scenarios. "You want- but I- I- Oh God. Ironhide I-"

"Hush, Sweetspark," he said holding her close to his chassis for comfort. "I know. It is fine. Me and her were not meant to be together, that's why it was so important then to have sparklings. Now though, you are all I need. If it is possible to have them then we will, otherwise we will not worry about it." But she could not push it from her mind. He wanted children as much as her, or as much as she wishes to in the future. How could he forgive her so easily for taking that away from them? If she hadn't been human- He stopped her suddenly.

"You're perfect, don't think like that."

Both were caught in surprise when they realized his words. He had known that she was blaming herself, blaming her humanity. Their bond had most definitely grown. Ironhide could not read her thoughts, but when she thought about something with so much emotion, he was able to form those into words. "Chromia along with the others will not land for a few hours more, and I wish to finalize our bond before then. Will you allow it?"

Standing just inside the refueling center for quite a few minutes, neither had realized where they were yet. "Yes, I would like that. Though this time, lets try in the safety of the base," she joked. Ironhide was not amused.

Finally realizing their whereabouts, he set her on the table ordering her to refuel. He went into a cabinet and retrieved himself an Energon cube. Slowly he drank it watching as she peeled a yellow fruit, oddly it had a few brown spots, and she bit into it. A cup of orange colored fluids was set in front of her as she sat cross legged in front of him. The human fridge was newly installed on the large bot sized table due to many soldiers requests. Soon all of this base's soldiers would be here.

"What will it be like? Completing the bond that is." October asked when she finished her fruit, folding the finished casing in a way. She lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip.

"Whole," he said. Then he realized that he made no sense. She was obviously not as aware of the bond as he was. Sure she felt it and knew it was there, but she must not feel that part of it isn't there. That it left a nagging feeling of being half full.

"I- I think I know what you mean." Her voice caught his attention, and he wondered if he had been wrong in his thinking. "Some times it feels like something is missing. I don't really notice it unless we're apart, like when you went on that mission to watch over Will, but at times there's something in me that just wants to be completed."

"That's the bond," Ironhide admitted. "While it is there, it isn't full, and because of that it feels lacking. Empty, as you put it. When we complete the bond, that feeling will be gone, and when we are separated due to my missions, you will be better connected with me. That feeling of missing me won't be there because no matter what barriers are put up between us, we will always know that the other is still there." He finished his cube as she finished her drink, and he took it from her to set in the sink for others to clean while his empty cube went into the recycling.

"To complete the bond what- what do we do?" Ironhide didn't answer her, but she knew he was amused. With no knowledge before, she had been just as willing to complete the bond. Now though she felt like she had a million questions.

Entering his quarters, he locked the door so no bot, even Optimus, would be allowed in. The manual lock was for if there was an invasion of Decepticons and any humans needed to hunker down. Laying on his berth, he opened his chest again and watched as her eyes dilated. His spark was once again calling for her and she was more than willing to answer.

Unlike when in the Med Bay when she had soothed his spark, it now begged for her to complete the bond. Then, it had been happy with her words when distressed, but now it begged for more. Her hand reached down into the casing that protected the delicate part of him and he had to lean forward a bit. So close, she was so close to touching it, to completing the bond.

His com went off but he shut it down, ignoring everyone. Optimus had tried to tell him that the group was coming in faster than predicted and would be here in less than two hours. But at this moment that mattered not.

Ironhide's spark, angered by her inability to reach far enough, sent out a jolt that touched her and seemed to wrap around her wrist. Panic, she was panicked by this new- it pulled her. She fell into him, and his chest plates snapped shut. Oh frag! His com came to life and he sent out a direct connection to Ratchet ::Ratchet! She's in my spark chamber again!:: Why did she keep ending up locked in him- Oh Primus, that felt... pleasuring.

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Ironhide stopped moving, tired, and wearily he noticed his chest opening. Ratchet moved quickly and grabbed October. She was shaken up and confused by just about everything that had just happened. A scan of Ironhide showed that he was perfectly fine but had only had a spark induced overload. Taking October with him, he left the Mech who was still dazed.

Ironhide felt complete. The bond was completed even more than before, and for all intents and purposes unbreakable. The only thing left would be for October to overload in him. His processor registered that his Spark had done no such thing, but it would need to one day. Just not today, for she was unready. October? Where was she? His optics turned off as he offlined. Spent, he could do nothing else but go into a recharge.

Ratchet was scanning October over and over. the only difference he could find was that her side was burned closed and needed to be re bandaged and ointment to prevent infection would need to be put onto it. His scans intensified, and October felt like she was being probed. Probed in private places that she would rather not be. Her hands moved to cover her lower region and she sent a glare at Ratchet. "What are you doing!"

"I need to know if you were hurt, it burned your side it might have caused burns-"

"It did not go there!" she cried out in indignation. Even if it had, which it hadn't, that would have been a personal thing between her and Ironhide. Not willing to admit anything to anyone, she was glad it hadn't. She was not ready for that type of sex. Not now, not tomorrow.

Optimus came into the room, and with a look of horror October knew that he knew. Who else knew? Did everyone know? Oh God, she would be labeled as an intergalactic whore! Ironhide must not have felt her abashed horror, for his conscious didn't move and didn't send any type of reassuring emotions. In fact it felt like he wasn't even there. Was he somehow asleep? She knew that their bodies often turned off if it was necessary.

Curling up and hiding behind her knees, she shut up and began to pick at loose threads of her now destroyed blue jeans. No matter the questions Optimus or Ratchet asked, she stayed silent and pulled thread after thread out. Her nervous fingers shook as she tried to ignore them. Go to your own world, she told herself, and soon enough with the mind numbing motion of tugging on thread after thread, her eyes dulled and she was in her own world. No one but her was there.

She could only see, noting as she forced herself to space out, this was not the world her and Ironhide shared. This was plain old spacing out. Ratchet was worried that Ironhide's spark had, in a way, raped her and Optimus shared that fear. He was open to the relationship, now that he knew of it unlike before, but he was afraid of the consequences.

October noted twenty minutes later when Ironhide became active again. He was in a way sated, before panicking and not finding her. Med Bay, she focused solely on, and he knew. She wished she could tell him everything, that she was alright and that she was just annoyed at Ratchet and Optimus who were still trying to get her to talk. But it didn't work like that. Either way he knew she was annoyed and not hurt, so he took a few minutes to clean up, an essential task. Then after a few more minutes walk he was in the Med Bay.

He was calm and not in the least bit worried about her. Optimus took hold of Ironhide's arm, but he was shaken off. Reaching down and setting his hand on the table, October scrambled over to him. "You destroyed a pair of my favorite pants." she grumbled, shocking Ratchet and Optimus.

"It's alright, Sweetspark," Ironhide nearly cooed, obviously his satisfaction over the overload still mellowed out his gruff nature. "We'll get you a different pair. For now lets get you home to change and shower."