Author: Ratchet'sapprentice
Category: Movies Transformers
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, just Sky.
Genre(s): Romance/Humour
Pairing(s): Ratchet/OC
Rating: M
Summary: Ratchet has been hurt and is in need of a medic. But what will happen when the medic that is assigned, is a femme that he has had his optics on for quite some time now?
Title: Love In The Medical Bay
Warning(s): None.
Chapter 3: Plans for attracting femmes.
Over the next few days, Sky would come into the medical bay, wake Ratchet up and make him use the waste extractor, then they would talk about the patients and what they were going to do with them.
"Sky, I wish to ask you a question" said Ratchet.
"If it has anything to do with asking me out for a drink with you, then I must decline. I have a meeting with Optimus later" said Sky.
Ratchet's optics powered down slightly.
"I'm really sorry Ratchet. I just want to say, you're a really nice mech and rather handsome, but I really think you can do better" said Sky again.
'Do better? Does she think she's not good enough for me?' Thought Ratchet.
Sky smiled a little and then got up.
"I'm going to go and see how Ironhide is doing. Plus I need to work on my target practice" she said.
Ratchet nodded.
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In the target zone, Ironhide was shooting at the decepticon targets when he heard someone else enter the room. He turned around to see Sky.
"Hey Sky, how're ya doin'?" He asked.
"I'm doing alright thank you. I just came in here to practice my shooting. I'm good, but not very. I'm more a talented medic rather than a war veteran such as yourself" she said.
Ironhide smiled slightly.
"Ya need some 'elp?" He asked.
"That would be lovely. And maybe you can answer some questions that I have on Ratchet" she said.
"Sure. What ya got in mind?"
"Well, has he always been one who didn't void waste in front of people?"
"Yes. 'specially femmes. He's the proper type. He won't do anythin' that'll threaten 'is propriety."
"Hm."
"Anythin' else?"
"Yes. Ratchet isn't very open about expressing his feelings is he?"
"Nope. 'e don't like ta show weakness, why ya askin'?"
"Because, he seems to like me, a lot. But I don't really know how to let him down softly."
Ironhide stood behind Sky.
"Transform yer arm" he said.
Sky did just that.
Ironhide then positioned her weapon to where it should be.
"Maybe ya should just tell 'im the truth. Is there someone else?" He asked.
Sky looked into Ironhide's optics.
"No, there is no one else" she said.
Ironhide looked back into Sky's optics.
"Are ya sure?" He asked, his voice becoming a little huskier.
"I'm perfectly sure, maybe Optimus though. But he's older than me, plus he's been like a father to me" she said.
"So, ya should tell Ratchet that, he just ain't 'the one' he'll understand."
"You sure he will?"
"Yeah. He might be a little upset, but he'll get over it."
"Thank you Ironhide, you've been a great help."
"Not a problem cupcake, an' call meh 'hide, everyone else does."
"Thank you 'hide."
Ironhide smiled and continued to help Sky with her target practice.
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Later on that evening, Sky was standing outside Optimus' office.
'Primus, this is going to be wild' she thought.
She knocked on the door and waited for the confirmation of her entrance.
"Come in" called Optimus.
Sky opened the door and walked into the office.
Optimus was sitting at his desk reading a data pad. Only he looked confused.
"That should have gone to Ratchet and myself. It is a medical report sir" said Sky.
Optimus looked up from the data pad
"Beg pardon?" He asked.
"The data pad. You looked confused."
"Ah, yes, it is rather confusing."
"That would be because it is a medical report sir."
"That would be why then, thank you Sky."
"Not a problem sir."
Optimus smiled and motioned for Sky to sit down.
The black and red flamed femme did just that.
"May I ask what is so important that you would want to see me at this hour sir?" She asked.
Optimus looked up from a paper on his desk.
"Ah, yes. Ratchet has been treating you well?" He asked.
Sky nodded.
"There was one incident where he was thinking too much of his propriety other than his own waste tank, but I sorted that one out" she said.
"What happened?" Asked Optimus.
"I woke him up, completely by accident and he wouldn't void waste in front of me. It wasn't like I was going to look."
"Ah, but Ratchet is very fond of his propriety Sky."
"I figured that."
"As for why I called you here. I have known you for a long time Sky, and it is not that I do not trust Ratchet, but you are sure to know what my problems are."
"Of course. I know you too well Optimus."
"Yes."
"You want me to take a look?"
"If you could."
"Of course."
Sky smiled and walked around to the side of the desk where Optimus was sat.
"I shall need you to take the codpiece off please sir?" She asked.
Optimus did just that, and Sky got straight to work.
"Are you voiding waste regularly?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Does it burn when you do?"
"A little."
"Have you overloaded recently?"
"No."
"Hmm."
"What can you say is the problem?"
"You appear to have a malfunctioning waste tank sir, I shall need a waste sample to test and see what type of malfunction it is."
Optimus nodded.
Sky walked over to a chest of drawers and brought out an empty Energon container.
"Having a few High grades on the sly sir?" She asked.
Optimus chuckled.
"Is it a crime?" He asked.
"Of course not" she said.
Sky gave her leader the empty energon container.
"Could you give me a waste sample please?" She asked.
Optimus took the container and walked over to the waste extractor.
He turned around to see that Sky was too busy reading the medical report that had mistakenly been put on his desk.
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Ratchet was in the medical bay when Ironhide came in.
"Hello Ironhide, what is the problem?" Asked Ratchet.
"Well, me arm's aching pretty bad, an' I can't shoot properly" said Ironhide.
"Ah, come over here and I shall have a look."
Ironhide walked over to the examination table and sat on it.
"Right, put your hand against mine and push as hard as you can until it hurts" said Ratchet.
The weapons specialist did exactly that, only he had to stop half way through pushing.
"Ok, so that is when it hurts then yes?" Ratchet asked.
Ironhide nodded.
"Alright, I am going to need you to lay down and I will need you to also keep still. You have a wire trapped" said Ratchet.
"You can tell that from just a strength test?" Ironhide asked.
"Yes, now please keep still?"
Ironhide did that. But he jumped a little when Ratchet put the forceps near him. He then vented and looked up at the MediMech.
"Sky tol' me 'bout ya...go easy on 'er Ratchet. She's been 'urt too many times in 'er life" he said.
Ratchet gave him an odd look.
"How so?" He asked.
Ironhide shook his head and looked at the ceiling.
"Not my place ta say...jus' be careful with 'er. The only mech she really trusts 's Optimus" he said.
Ratchet nodded and continued to work on Ironhide.
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Back in Optimus' office. The red and blue mech had finished voiding his waste and he had given Sky the container.
"Alright sir, I shall be back soon with your results" she said.
Optimus nodded and he watched as the femme left the room.
The strange thing was, he had a tingly feeling in his interface unit.
'I cannot feel this way about Sky. She is like a daughter to me' he thought.
He unclipped his codpiece again, this time he found that his interface unit was standing perfectly to attention.
'Oh by Primus how can I feel this way about Sky? I have known her since she was a sparkling. I helped to raise her. How can I feel this way?' He asked himself as he began to stroke the interface rod.
In the medical bay. Ratchet was still trying to fix Ironhide's arm when Sky came into the room.
"What have you done now 'hide?" She asked.
"I gotta wire stuck, an' I can't lift me arm up higher than me head" he replied.
"How did you do that?"
"He did it through too much stress on that arm. After what happened in Mission City I have told him that his arm will not be as strong as it was before" Ratchet said.
"Are you sure that it is not just you getting old Ratchet?" Sky asked, chuckling.
"I most certainly am not getting old Sky
"Oh yes. Of course not. You are as young as myself."
Ratchet huffed and continued to try and fix Ironhide's arm. Sky went over to the lab part of the medical bay and began testing Optimus' waste sample.
Optimus had just reached his overload and he was now panting. He managed to power up his optics when he saw the mess.
"Oh my. I think I need to get this cleaned up before Sky comes back in here" he said to himself.
He went about cleaning up the mess that he had made and sorting his papers. Also there was a potent smell of overload in his office and he needed to get rid of it before Sky came back.
Especially if she knew that he had just had a self induced overload over her.
Sky walked out of the medical bay and was on her way to her leaders office.
"Optimus?" She asked once she got there.
The noise of shuffling and knocking into things and cursing rang throught the door.
"Optimus are you alright?" Sky asked knocking on the door.
"Come in" Optimus said.
Sky walked into the room and saw Optimus on his back on the floor.
"What have you done?" She asked.
Optimus looked up at the femme.
"I lost my footing" he said.
Sky chuckled and offered to help him up. Only she fell down on top of him.
"What a comprimising position" Sky said.
Optimus chuckled.
"I must say, I am quite enjoying this position" he said.
Sky chuckled and slapped Optimus on his chest plates.
"Optimus. You are such a dirty bot" she said.
Optimus raised his optic ridges and waggled them.
"Stop it" Sky said.
The red and blue mech chuckled.
"If you get up, then I won't need to stop" he said.
Sky let out a small laugh.
"I would get up, if it wasn't for your hands on my aft" she said.
Just then, then door opened and Ratchet stepped through. He took one look at the position that Sky and Optimus were in and walked back out.
Sky sighed.
"That was not very alluring" she said.
She got up and off of Optimus and put the medical report on his desk.
"You have A mild version of the waste tank malfunction that humans call Cystitis Optimus. I would suggest that you drink some loads of energon. Not high grade though" she said.
Optimus nodded and Sky left the room.
Ratchet was sat in the medical bay, at his desk with his helm in his servos. His spark had shattered to a million pieces after what he saw. And his processor wasn't helping, by repeating that image over and over and over again.
'How could I try and court her, when she is already with Optimus?' He asked himself.
Then Sky came into the med bay.
"Ratchet I.." she began.
"No, do not apologise. I should have known that you were bonded already" he said.
Sky sighed and sat on the desk
"Ratchet, me and Optimus are not bonded" she said.
The CMO's head snapped up.
"Then why?" He asked.
"I found Optimus laying on his back and I tried to help him up. But it did not really work in my favour, because he pulled me down on top of him" she explained.
Ratchet chuckled.
"Look, I just wanted to say I am sorry for what I said earlier. And if the offer still stands, I would like to get some high grade with you" she said.
The CMO smiled.
"I can get some, where would you like to meet?" He asked.
"My quarters, at let us say...1900 hours?" She asked back.
"I shall be there."
Sky smiled and walked out of the med bay.
Ratchet smiled to himself. Although his plan, didn't exactly go the way he wanted it to. He got what he wanted anyway.
A/N: Alright, here's the next chapter. I hope you really enjoy it. And please review?
Next chapter: A night with the fantastic femme.