A/N: Enjoy

Chapter 2

Ratchet wanted to hurry his aft home to go comfort his mate but at the same time he wanted to avoid going home. He knew he was going to see Mirage crying his spark out, feeling miserable and blaming himself like he did the first time. However, he ended up home: home and unsure. So many thoughts were running through his processor. He could tell Mirage the truth- the truth of why he couldn't be successful of carrying. As a medic, his patients had the right to know what was wrong with them. He had to care for them, try to fix whatever the problem is the best he could. On the other note, as a sparkmate, he wanted to keep whatever that could devastate Mirage away from him. The sparkmate dominated the medic in so many ways that it hurting him that he had to keep it a secret.

He entered his home, following his spark pulses to his and Mirage's quarters. The sight of his sparkmate crying his spark out in front of him made him feel awful, made him feel like he failed. He laid on the berth beside him, pulling him into his arms.

"I-I'm s-s-s-s-sor-ry," Mirage sobbed out, making Ratchet hold him tighter.

"It's not your fault,dearspark," Ratchet tried to keep his voice steady without any signs of breaking down. He felt both the medic and the sparkmate sides of him fighting on what to do. The sparkmate just wanted to comfort him while the medic wanted to check him. His medic side won. "Are you hurting anywheres?"

"N-no."

Ratchet quietly did a scan, just in case. He found nothing that could cause him harm which he was relieved with that. He planted a kiss on top of Mirage's helm, he was going to help him through the grieving first before he did his.

_(Mirage Transition)_

Ratchet onlined his optics, he didn't remember falling into I might've needed that. He looked over to see his mate in recharge, he shifted slightly, just to get Mirage off his completely numbed arm. The medic did wish he was still in recharge, though he heard knocking on the door. Ratchet got off the berth without waking his mate and went to the front door. He was hoping that he wouldn't get any visitors but on the other hand he wanted his friends to show up. Especially Mirage's cousin, Red Alert.

He opened the door to see his friends there without their dents. He made a mental note to thank Red Cross when he went back to work. "Hi," he said tiredly.

"Are you okay?" Prowl asked, as the medic moved to the side for them to enter.

Ratchet sighed. "Mirage miscarried again." He rubbed his helm as the others were looking at him with sadness. "He's taking this hard."

"You know if you two need anything, you can always let us know," Elita said.

Ratchet nodded. :Ratchet to Red Alert. Are you available?:

:Yeah, I'm home with Inferno. Why?:

Ratchet stared at them. "So I see you all got your idiotic dents out," he said.

Optimus chuckled. "Red Cross had trouble with Bulkhead and Ironhide. He's just like you when you curse off at us."

"I learned it from him." :Mirage miscarried again. Wondering you can come over and get his mind off of it for a bit: Ratchet crossed across the room in silence, his processor the first time in a while, his processor was absolutely didn't know what to think of, what to run through his processor at the time.

:I'll take him out somewhere. I'll be there soon. Red Alert out.: Ratchet felt Red Alert cut the comm link. He was relieved that Red Alert was going to take Mirage out, Ratchet could really use some private time to go over some things.

_(Mirage Transition)_

Mirage onlined when he didn't feel Ratchet beside him anymore. He could hear voices somewhere in his house. He got up and placed a hand on his spark, he winced at knowing that his sparkling was gone. He got up and left his quarters to see who exactly was in his home. He found the gang there, talking to Ratchet. He stood in the doorway, debating whether or not he wanted to join in but when Ratchet looked up and their optics conncected, he decided to he will join for a bit.

"Darling." Ratchet only used endearments when they were either alone or if they were with the bots that they know. The others looked up to see Mirage standing there and gave him a small smile. "Did we wake you?"

"No," he lied. "I was getting hungry." I didn't feel you beside me anymore. He wanted to say that but he didn't want to be clingy, especially when this was hitting Ratchet hard as well. He turned to the gang. "Hey."

"Hey Mirage," Arcee got up, giving him a hug. "How are you feeling?"

Completely and utterly awful. "Okay, for now," he said. He knew Ratchet told them about this miscarriage, he didn't care. These bots were family to him , however, he still doubted Ratchet. Eventually, after an x-amount of miscarriages, Ratchet will leave to go with some bot that can carry. "How was your day?" he asked, trying to engage himself.

"Well," Chromia laughed as she explained everything that happened from the time that Prowl had his date with Bluestreak to the game that they were playing and ended up going to the medbay to get the dents out.

Mirage raised an optic ridge. "Bluestreak? Really?" He questioned Prowl.

"I had nothing to do with it," Prowl grumbled.

Bluestreak was a fine, hard-working mech. He was another Praxian just like Prowl but unlike Prowl, Bluestreak nows how to relax and interact. Who knew a hard working mech as Bluestreak would be into art. "Sounds like a good match for you," Mirage lightly joked.

"Not my type," Prowl stated. "Plus I do not need a mate."

There was a knock on the door and Ratchet got up. Mirage watch his mate that had a small smile on his face plate go to the door. Mirage turned his attention to his guests whom were bickering at each other, like always. Arcee, Chromia and Elita were talking about Primus knows what while Bulkhead and Ironhide talk weapons. Optimus and Prowl were just having a staring contest...which they do about five times an orn. Prowl always win. "Red Alert. Inferno." He heard Ratchet faintly greet the two other bots before the medic brought them where the others were.

Mirage perked up when he seen his cousin. Red Alert went over and gave him a hug. Inferno just waved at him and glared with hatred at the others, he still wasn't happy that they caused him to have dents on him. And worse, when he told Red, Red said that they weren't fraggin' for a bit until he learns his lesson." Well, look at the troublemakers," Red Alert smirked. He quickly glanced at Ratchet before going to Mirage, "Mirage, I 'm going to the Cyrstal Forest, want to come with?"

Mirage hesitated. "I s-suppose."

"Excellent!" Red Alert chirped before grabbing his cousin's hand and drag him out the door.

_(Inferno Transition)_

After Red and Mirage left, Prowl said his goodbyes and after a bit so did the others. Ratchet was now alone and was finally able to have some high energon. He had his helm in his hands, what am I to do?

A/n: Will Ratchet ever tell Mirage?