thoughts/Bumblebee talk/dreams/flashback
OptimusxRatchet
Child(s): Solarwind, Hot Rod, Bumblebee (adopted), Turnfire
Knock OutxBreakdown
Child(s): Blockout
MegatronxSoundwave
Child(s): Sonicbeat
CliffjumperxArcee
Child(s):
BulkheadxWheeljack
Child(s):
JazzxProwl
Child(s):
IronhidexChromia
Child(s):
StarscreamxSkyfire
Child(s):
ex RatchetxLightewave
Child(s): Prowl, Barricade, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Smokescreen
Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, slash, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, death, birth, and mpreg. And anything I forgot to add.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. XxXSkylarxRatchet96XxX owns Sonicbeat. Optimus' girl owns Turnfire and made Blockout.
Ratchet stared off into space in the middle of his work. His thoughts traveled to when he was a young mech, just new medic at the hospital in Iacon. Thinking would keep his mind off of the pain building up in his chest.
Ratchet checked the datapad in his servo, walking into one of the patient's room. He looked up to see a larger, mech with an arm missing. The mech was mainly red with little bits if black, white, and blue trimming and highlights. His bright, blue optics lit up at the sight of the medic.
"Hello Lightwave, my name is Ratchet. I will be your medic while you're here," said Ratchet. "Now, this should be an easy fix."
"You're the doc. I trust you to fix me," said Lightwave.
"Good. Now hold still. It will hurt a little," Ratchet warned.
~~~000
Ratchet sighed after a long night at the hospital. He mainly saw Lightwave around. He thought that the mech did it on purpose just so that he would get fixed by the mech. Ratchet started to head home when he was stopped by Lightwave.
"Hey, uh Ratchet," Lightwave greeted. "Wanna grab some energon with me?"
"That sounds nice," said Ratchet.
~~~000
"Are you serious?" asked Ratchet.
"I wouldn't of asked if I wasn't," Lightwave chuckled.
Ratchet nodded, tears forming in his optics. He kissed Lightwave and held him close.
~~~000
"Two healthy split-spark twins," said First Aid, cleaning up the two wailing sparklings.
"They're beautiful, just like you," said Lightwave.
Ratchet took the two mechlings in his arms and looked at them. The oldest had black and white paintjob and red optics. The other was also black and white. He had blue optics like his sire.
"The oldest is Barricade, and the youngest is Prowl," said Ratchet.
"They'll be good mechs one of these days," said Lightwave, planting a kiss on each helm.
~~~000
Ratchet sent his two sons off to school. They were both younglings. Lightwave would pick them up and watch the new sparklings, also split-spark twins. He waved goodbye to his sons and left towards the hospital. The new sparklings squirmed, wanting to be put down.
"Hold on you two. You can't go running off. Wait until we get home to do that," said Lightwave. "I'll pick you two up later on today. I'm going to drop these two off at Kup's place so that you two can do homework in silence."
"Alright sire," said Prowl.
"See you later," said Barricade.
Lightwave took the red and yellow sparklings down the street to Kup's house. He knocked and waited. Kup answered and smiled at the two sparklings."
"Lightwave, good to see you again," said Kup.
"You too. Just dropping off Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. I have to head to work. Hype needs me to watch the cells," said Lightwave. "He's going to be busy for a while. His mate just delivered a mech named Jazz. His kid is having problems."
"I'll watch them for you," said Kup, taking each sparkling. "I know they love to hear my stories."
"Thank you Kup. Ratchet will be home late today," said Lightwave.
~~~000
"Why are they so small carrier?" Sideswipe asked, leaning over the side of the berth.
"Well they are newborns," said Ratchet, holding the two twins. "These are your brothers Bluestreak and Smokescreen."
"They're kinda cute," said Sunstreaker.
"Prowl, Barricade, come say hello to your new brothers," said Lightwave.
The two went forward, looking at the wriggling sparklings. Prowl smiled with Barricade, both feeling protective over the new members. Their family just grew yet again.
~~~000
"Prowl, Barricade, take your brothers and get out of here. I'll find you when this is over with," Lightwave ordered. "Ratchet follow them."
Prowl and Barricade each took a set of twins and started running off. Mechs and femmes were shot left and right. Prowl followed Barricade, who lead them to the Hall of Records. They met up with Orion Pax, following him to safety. Both were adults now, but their siblings needed them right now. The city was being wiped of any red optic bots out of fear. Megatron had started up a war and Orion was named the next Prime. Barricade set down Sunstreaker and Sideswipe before turning back outside. Ratchet looked confused, tending to his young sons.
"'Cade, where are you going?" asked Prowl.
"I'm sorry brother, but I follow Megatron. He at least doesn't care what color optics you have. He needs help in making Cybertron a better place. I will do that for my family," said Barricade, turning and leaving.
"Barricade fears for his family Prowl. He's willing to do anything to protect them. With his red optics, that makes your whole family a target for the High Council," Orion explained.
~~~000
"Sir, we found survivors," a mech reported.
"Ratchet, prep the medibay for injured," Optimus instructed.
Ratchet did as told and waited. Two of the survivors of Tyger Pax died on the way over. The other was a young mech, who he remembered Optimus adopted when one of the youngling centers was bombed. Bumblebee was the only survivor. The last bot was in critical condition. Ratchet felt his spark stop when Lightwave was brought in. His chest had a large hole in it, showing his fading spark.
"Hey, Ratch," Lightwave said, trying, and failing, to sound happy.
"Don't speak 'Wave. I'll patch you up," said Ratchet.
"What's the point? I'm already dying," said Lightwave. "There's nothing you can do, except to kiss me one last time."
Ratchet did as requested, knowing that he couldn't save his mate. Lightwave slipped away with that one kiss. Ratchet shook as he cried. The pain in his spark was unbearable. He wiped the tears and got working on Bumblebee. There would be time for mourning later.
~~~000
Ratchet sighed and got busy again. He didn't want to remember anything right now. He knew that it would only cause more pain. His thoughts instead wondered to Solarwind. He hoped that he would come back soon.
"Solarwind, I hope you are safe," Ratchet muttered to himself.
~~~000
"Alright, everything is back to normal," said Knock Out, pleased with himself.
"Looks great Knock Out. Soundwave looks better than before," said Breakdown.
"Uncle Megatron will be so happy to know things went well. I bet Soundwave will be happy too," said Solarwind.
"I'm sure they will be. Soundwave will be out for a while. Why don't you go tell Megatron the operation was a success?" Knock Out suggested.
Solarwind ran out the door and to the command center. Megatron was looking over reports when he came in. The warlord turned and hugged the mech.
"Uncle Megatron, Knock Out said that everything went well. Soundwave will be out for a while, but he's fixed now," said Solarwind.
"Excellent. It will do him good to regain some of what he lost," said Megatron. "Now, how about you help me with some things. I need help with the sparkling's room."
"I can do that," said Solarwind.