Chapter 6
Author's Foreword:
... and here is the last chapter! Hope you guys enjoy it!
There are a few other things I will be posting in the next couple of weeks on this series, just some extras.
Thanks to everyone who posted reviews, I appreciate everyone's input!
It took me a while to figure out some of the scenes like the flow of the conversation between Wheeljack and Ratchet but I think I did a pretty good job!
Even after five years, nothing in that neighborhood changed: the people seemed even more dangerous than usual, the shadows were darker, the sky was heavier, the piles of garbage grew bigger and even more homeless mechs roamed the streets.
Quickly making his way through that mess, Ratchet walked into the old familiar apartment complex and knocked on Wheeljack's door.
Silence again was his only response.
"Wheeljack! Open up! I know you are there!"
Waiting a few minutes for any signs of life, the white mech persisted further:
"Wheeljack! I know you are there! Ironhide told me he saw you walk inside!"
"Go away." A muffled, shaky voice answered from the other side.
"What? Why?"
"Jus' go."
"Wheeljack! Everybody has been looking for you!"
"Congratulations, yeh found me. Now go away."
"Everybody is worried! Please! Open up! Let me make sure you are all right?"
"Why w'ld yeh ca'eh?"
"Because we are friends!"
"What do yeh want?"
"Wheeljack! Please! Open up! I have to see how you are doing!"
"Trust me, yeh wouldn' want teh see me."
"I want to see you!"
"Oh, yeh wanna see how I'm doin'?" Shuffling and grunting echoed from within, as something moved inside the apartment and opened the door.
"… Wheeljack …" The medic couldn't help but widen his optics and take a few steps back.
He was reeking of alcohol! Wobbling from one side to another as if he was about to fall, unable to look straight ahead; his optics were red from crying, one bigger than the other, a nearly empty bottle in his hand, "… dear Cybertron! Wheeljack!"
"Well, yeh saw me, now get out …"
"No! Wheeljack!," Ratchet fought hard against a strong urge to purge, maneuvered under his friend and slowly guided him to the couch, "I will go get you some water …"
"Urgh, I told yeh teh go away."
"I am your friend and I will take care of you." He turned around. "HOLY FRAGGING …"
The whole kitchen was stuffed with empty bottles of alcohol, some still dripping with left over liquid, some broken, some cracked and creaking under the pressure exerted by the containers on the top.
"… HOLY FRAGGING CYBERTRON! Wheeljack, how the slag did you …"
"I told yeh, yeh wouldn' want teh see me."
"What happened to you?"
"What yeh mean what happened?," the engineer weakly tried to sit up, "you were the'eh with me in the fraggin' lab!"
"Yes! I was!"
"I don' know how yer able teh stand me!"
"It is ok if you shared notes with Shockwave …"
"Huh? What the frag 're yeh talkin' 'bout?"
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Ratchet sat down next to his friend and helped him sit up.
"The surgeries, they failed, didn' they?," the drunk mech asked, with no hope in his voice and offlined his optics, getting ready for Cybertron knows what.
"What? Who told you that?"
"Nobody."
"Then why did you think that they are dead?"
"Because, Ratchet, that's the fraggin' way my life's been. Consecutive non-stop faili'ehs, followed by life bitch smackin' me across the faceplates …"
"What are you talking about?"
"Urgh," Wheeljack massaged his sinus and continued with a breaking voice as tears began flowing again, "remembeh how I had a confession?"
"Yes, we never got to that."
"Well, now's as good of eh time as any."
"Wheeljack, you are scaring me."
"Remembeh all the stuff I told yeh 'bout my parents?"
"Yes! Where are they by the way?"
"I don' know!"
"Wait, you told me your mother was …"
"I don't know whe'eh my motheh is er my fatheh …"
"I am sure if you asked the police …"
"No, Ratch, yeh don' get it," the engineer switched his gaze to his friend, "I don' know where, who er what they 're …"
"… waaait a klik …"
"I neveh had any parents! I grew up Cybehtron-fuckin'-knows whe'eh in the middle ef all that scrap yeh saw outside!"
"Oh, Wheeljack …"
"I lied teh yeh 'bout my parents fer five yea'ehs 'n' every time yeh guys asked me it was hardeh 'n' hardeh teh say anythin'!"
"Wheeljack, it doesn't matter if you lied to us …"
"Oh, yeah, I fergot, Prowl and Warpath 're offline …"
"They live!"
"Huh?"
"Wheeljack, they are alive!"
"HUH?"
"Come with me! See for yourself!"
"Wha…," the mech attempted to stand up but fell to the ground instead, smacking his head hard on the floor, "oooooooh …"
"Wheeljack!" Ratchet helped his friend back on the couch. "Get some rest, all right?"
"Uh, yeah, that would probably be best …"
"Yes, do you need anything?"
"R-ratchet?"
"Yes?
"Stay …" the high schooler whispered softly, "… please …"
"I am not going anywhere, I am here."
He couldn't resist, it just happened. As the medic was covering the tortured transformer, he gave him a kiss on the lips.
"R-ratchet?"
"Oh …" Quickly realizing what just happened, the future surgeon cursed himself. "Um, yes?"
"Yer confession thing …"
"Oh, don't worry about it! You get some rest!"
"… yeh got a crush one me, don'cha?"
"Ah, eh …" the ambulance had no idea what the slag to say or how to react, "um, eh, yes."
"Ratchet."
"Yes, Wheeljack?"
"Will yeh go out with a sorry excuse fer a mech like me?"
"Wheeljack," the medbot leaned down to his love interest's level and right before giving him a loaded kiss, exploding with passion, he said:
"You know you are more than that! You know you are more than that to me!"
"… Prowl is recovering very nicely …"
"Yes!"
"Great!"
"Baboom!"
"Slag yeah!"
"Great, huh?"
"… but he does have temporary amnesia."
"Oh."
"Oof. Kachink!"
"Eh."
"Ah."
"Eh, crap."
"It is not as bad, he retains the most basic functions; he was even able to tell us his name. Eventually his entire memory should come back."
"Well, yeh can't say that life is ever dull …"
"Hah, that's true."
While Blaster and Smokescreen decided to accompany Warpath to his house and take care of him for a bit, Wheeljack and Ratchet were walking without any direction in mind.
"So, you want to talk about what happened at your place?"
"Um, yeah, we'd have teh eventually."
"If you want to wait …"
"No, let's talk."
"Hey, tell you what, how about we meet up at your place later today?"
"Eh, all right."
"I will see you then, see bye!"
"See yeh …"
"So, sweetie, did you guys talk?"
"Not yet, mom."
"But he said yes?"
"Well, he asked me out once he found out that I wanted to ask him out."
"And he was drunk?"
"And he was drunk."
"So what are you doing here, son?"
"Getting ready to go over to his place to have a talk about our relationship."
"Well, considering what you guys went through, I don't think I would have acted any differently, son."
"Sweetie, I am worried about you two."
"We can work it out."
"Are you sure, son?"
"Sweetie, just …"
"Don't worry, mom, dad; I promise I will be careful."
"Mahm, dahd, c'n ai go ah'tsaehd?"
"After you finish this set, Hidey."
"B't that's what yer saehd twen'y sets 'go!"
"Sweetie, you are going out with Chromia, you need to keep in shape!"
"She loves me fer whoo ai ehm!"
"And she will love you more for what you will become!"
"Mom, dad, got any advice?"
"Well, son, you will need to play it cool."
"Yes, sweetie, no sudden movements."
"Like what?"
"Like, for example, kissing him too early …"
"Yeh, Ratchet's laeef's eemportant ter me too b't coo'ld yer 't least tell Sunstreak'r 'n' Sa'eedswa'eep ter get off?"
"… so …"
"… so …"
There they were, friends for five years, sitting in a sketchy apartment riddled with cracks all over, both trying to start the conversation but unsure from what angle to approach it.
"… wanna start with some wine?" Wheeljack tried breaking the ice.
"You have?"
"Yeah, I stole it… eh … borrowed it from, um, some kid from nobility."
"Right, and how are you intending to give it back?"
"I'll jus' build some sort of a matteh replicateh, big deal."
"Matter replicator, sounds like a nice idea."
"Really? I kinda felt silly jus' by sayin' it."
"No, no, it is actually a very good idea!"
"Hehe, all right, guess I'll invent that. So, eh, teh Prowl 'n' Warpath?"
"Ah, yes, to Prowl and Warpath."
Taking an astrosecond to smell the wine, Ratchet found it extraordinarily sweet and on taste it struck the golden middle – not too sweet, not too bitter.
"Whoa! That is some good wine!"
"Yeah, ain' it?"
"So, you don't have parents, huh?"
"No," the engineer sighed, leaning back on the couch, "neveh had them."
"Do you remember anything at all?"
"No, the first memory I got was when I tried makin' eh head massageh out ef eh dumbbell 'n' eh car engine as it exploded in my face."
"Ah, I see. Hold on, in that case wouldn't you be in an orphanage?"
"Nope, Emseral 'n' me were hidin' from them."
"Esmeral? Esmeral, Esmeral, oh! I remember her! She told me … wait, did you two know each other?"
"Yeah, we were roommates."
"Oh, well that is a surprise."
"Yeah, I know."
"How are you feeling?"
"Well, teh tell yeh the truth, I don' think I feel anythin' 'bout that teh begin with."
"Huh? Why not?"
"Well, I saw how parents 're with the'eh kids were, didn' exactly look pretty."
"You can't just base everything on that!"
"I ain'. I neveh really knew what it was teh have parents. Esmeral was the closest thing I had teh family, eh big sisteh, 'n' she moved out five yea'ehs ago, I talk teh her sometimes oveh Botnet."
"I see."
"I envy yeh; yeh got lovin' parents 'n' crap."
"They can be very embarrassing."
"Wish I was embarrassed by my parents. 'Sides, they love yeh no matteh what, eh?"
"Yes, that is true …"
"I'm sorry, I don' mean teh be eh wet blanket he'eh."
"No, no, we are getting to know each other better."
"'Notheh glass?"
"Sure …"
"So, um." The alcohol was now taking over his body after the fifth glass, spreading the intoxicating warmth all over his body and making his processor a little fuzzy. Ratchet moved closer to Wheeljack, facing him. "I like you."
"And I like yeh."
"I liked you since grade, um, wait, what are we in now? 12?"
"Yeh liked me fer five yea'ehs."
"Nope! Six!"
"Six?"
"Six!"
"Six?"
"Six!"
"Six!"
"Sex … pfhahahaha …"
"Khekhehehehe, yeh said sex instead of six …"
"Oh, Cybertron, sex …"
"Khehehehehehe …"
"Sex, sex, sex, sex!"
Suddenly, their eyes met.
Ratchet didn't care if he was drunk, he wanted it, he wanted Wheeljack, now and forever; there wasn't a single force in the universe that would stop him from doing this: not only his first time interfacing but his first time interfacing with someone he came to care about so deeply. Wheeljack desired it too. Those beautiful blue optics, those slim cheeks, thin lips, beautiful figure, but more importantly – someone who came to love him, someone who came to not only give a damn but also to grace him with the warmth he was secretly desperate for all these years.
At last, their lips connected, both offlined their optics, letting their systems take control to do what felt natural as the two intertwined to achieve bliss. Moaning, hands running all over, mouths now hungrily kissing, engines loudly revving, the two transformers could feel each other's heat amplified by the friction from their bodies. The engineer began leaning forward, getting on top of the medic, retracting their codpieces.
"So, sex, huh?"
"Yeah, sex."
"Khehehehe …" the young inventor gently grabbed Ratchet's jerking spike, feeling the intensity of his lust with each throb as he started teasing it with his digits, "round one …"
"Aaah, aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaAAAAAH!" Suddenly, the surgeon convulsed and came all over himself.
"A prematueh explosion, huh?"
"I-I-I'm sorry …"
"Don' worry 'bout it …"
"I wonder how it tastes …"
Instead of saying anything, Wheeljack leaned over, licked some of the warm, sticky white liquid and landed a kiss on his lover's lips.
"Mmmmmmm …"
"Delicious." The engineer hummed and proceeded to feel around Ratchet's valve, quickly finding the lubricated piece of heaven and lifting the luscious aft in the air, stretching the passage with his digits and using his glossa to throw the medic into further reaches of pleasure. "Wondeh how this tastes, mmmmmm …"
The surgeon overloaded all over his face, screaming in delight:
"Wheeljack! Stop teasing me! Please!"
"Heh, yer right, yer hoggin' all the fun," Wheeljack shifted the position again so that he would be face-to-face with Ratchet, "I want in on this too …"
He couldn't finish his sentence, his head and glossa moved on their own as the engineer licked off the medic's own trans-fluids and fought over them in lecherous wrestling of their glossas, with one hand still playing around with the white mech's spike. His hips took over and upon finding the object of their desire, they didn't hesitate to thrust.
"Nghh, aaaaah, aaaAAAH! AAAAAAHHH!"
Even with Ratchet's medical expertise, he never knew just how epic it could be, the ultimate satisfaction that interfacing with a loved one provided. He didn't want this moment to ever end! All the troubles in the world were non-existent, the entire world forgotten except for Wheeljack, his one and only worship.
It wasn't too long until both mechs overloaded, filling the valve with balmy liquid, a heat that sent the surgeon to euphoria.
"Oh, Cybertron, that was …"
"What," the engineer, too, huffing and puffing, interrupted his lover, "yeh didn' think it'd be oveh that soon, eh? We jus' started Round Two!"
"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! YES!"
It was weird, even with the most gorgeous mech in all the cosmos, something was still off, something was still out there, something was still bothering him. Looking on Ratchet's sleeping figure, Wheeljack was trying to understand why this didn't bring him the happiness he thought it would.
Well, the problem wasn't with the medic, he was probably one of the best mechs he ever met: considerate, caring, loving, mentally stable, loyal …
If the problem wasn't in his love interest, then the problem was inside the other half of this relationship – Wheeljack himself.
"… eh, crap …"
So what was it? No parents? Nobody showing any sort of love to him until he met Esmeral, who became a big sister figure to him? No friends what so ever until that incident five years ago? He was lucky Alpha Trion spotted him, paid for rent, diverted the eyes of the authorities and orphanages by forging papers for non-existent parents; supporting him all the way through his failures and successes. He couldn't even imagine what life would be like without any of those things. He'd probably have wound up dead or sold into slavery.
What the frag was the problem? Why wasn't he happy?
"… this is fraggin' Ick-Yak scrap …"
Spending some more time thinking about it, going into the deepest reaches of his mind, Wheeljack didn't find anything.
"… what do I do …"
If he wasn't happy after all the epic interface they had, if he wasn't happy after all the fun they had talking, if he wasn't happy after all they have been through, how was he ever supposed to be happy at all?
"… eh, crap …"
It would be unfair to the medic, it would be the worst thing he would ever have to do if he continued down that path. No, he had to figure out what was bothering him, if he and Ratchet would have any hope to be together, to really be together, it would be after a whole lot of soul searching. Until then, Wheeljack cared too much to lead Ratchet on like that.
"… how the frag do I get myself inteh these situations …"
Looking back at the surgeon, he couldn't help but feel his spark shrivel at the mere thought of what he had to do.
"… I'm sorry, I don' know what's wrong with me …"
"… can't we figure it out together?"
"… no, I don' want you gettin' hurt …"
"… but …"
"What if things turn out so that it would end our relationship, huh?"
"… I see …"
"I'm sorry but I think it would be best that we hold everythin' off until I manage teh figure out these things 'bout myself. I don' want to see yeh get hurt at all, Ratchet, please, believe me. But don' yeh think it'd be best if we ended it now, with this much pain instead of ending it lateh with much, much mo'eh pain?"
"I … understand … will we … ever be together again?"
"I … I'm sorry. I honestly have no idea …"
"… so, it's nice teh see yeh 'gain …"
"I am still mad at you."
"Aw, come on! It wasn' my fault …"
"You always say that …"
"Yeah, well , this time it really wasn't!"
"Uh-huh, sure, like I would believe you …"
"Aw, come on, Ratchet! Don' be like that!"
"No! You have abused my good nature for the last time!"
"… throwin' wrenches at yer friends' faces is good naicheh?"
"Shut up!"
"So I mistook the date fer the Wrench Sale, big freakin' deal …"
"Uh-huh."
"Hey, Ratchet."
"What?"
"Could you, um," Wheeljack lowered his head and after a few astroseconds lifted it back up, showing off the cutest face he possibly could, "could yer possibry forgive me?"
"Ngrh." The medic grunted but after a few seconds staring at that face, he couldn't help it. "D'aw, I could never stay mad at you! Come here, you crazy fragger!"
The two mechs hugged, patting one another on the backstruts.
"I missed you, Wheeljack."
"I missed yeh too, Ratch."
"So, how are Crazy, Boobatron, Bangity-bang-bang and Blaster doing?"
"Oh, you wouldn't believe what we did this time. You remember when Starscream kept giving people wedgies?"
"Yes."
"Well, let's jus' say that we took our revenge …"
"Hohoho …"
"With interest rates!"
Author's Notes:
And we are done!
Just some extras I will post later and that will be a wrap!
I let a loose end or two just for shits and giggles. Another fic came out of this, a rather really big one too! I have no idea how big will it be exactly but if I post one chapter a week then it would take me at least 2 months once I am done.
I hope you enjoyed reading! Be nice and leave a review!