And Chaos Ensues
Chapter Seven: Unwanted But Loved
Ratchet x Hot Rod (not bonded), Ratchet x Wheeljack x Ironhide (to be bonded)
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Thoughts
Telepathic communication
The area around his spark chamber had been aching for the past couple of weeks and he could not find the source even after having scanned himself multiple times with all of his scanners and even recalibrated all of his devices – excepting one. Hook had constructed it for him not that long ago, but he did not want to contemplate what it could mean for him. After all, the last time he had been with anyone was only two orns before and before then had been vorns. If that mech had sired a sparkling on him, he was not sure what he could do. The mech had expressed, quite explicitly, that he did not want sparklings.
Steeling himself, he took a deep breath, let it out through his vents, and scanned his frame over his spark. Reading the results, he slumped down on the med bay berth in defeat. There was no way he could deny the facts. He had sparked and the Sire did not want the little one. This exact even was the reason he had avoided any kind of romantic entanglements no matter how much he had wanted them.
"Hey Ratch!" Wheeljack exclaimed brightly, waving his lower leg at the medic from where he rested in Ironhide's arms. "I did something stupid again."
"That you did," the weapons master muttered, dumping the inventor on the nearest med bay berth.
"Hey, Ratch," Wheeljack said in concern. The medic had yet to acknowledge them – something that was extremely out of character. "That's the scanner Hook helped ya build, isn't it? Who'd ya use it on?"
"Myself," the medic answered quietly, the most subdued either mech had ever heard him.
It took a while, but the inventor finally asked, "Who's the Sire?"
"Hot Rod. And he doesn't want any sparklings," the medic growled, pitching the scanner onto his instrument tray and storming into his office.
….
"Hello, Ironhide, Wheeljack. What are you doing here?" Thundercracker asked in surprise as they stepped into the control room, startling both him and Prowl. Thankfully their sparklings were not there at the time.
"Where's Ratchet?" the inventor asked. He looked more frazzled than usual, though also less injured.
"I'll watch the monitors. Ravage will be in to help me soon," Thundercracker said to the doorwinger, returning to his seat. "I'll also let Megatron know that there will soon be another bonding."
"He'll be ecstatic," Prowl sighed, leading the two Autobots further into the Nemesis. "I'll take you two to him and they you can get him to show you around. And please tell me you're going to support him and the newspark?"
"Definitely," Ironhide answered. "Wouldn't be here if I didn't want them both. And 'Jack and me have decided that he don't have to choose between us if he don't want to."
"Well, that's a good thing," the medic said. "Because I have no intention of doing so."
"You'll be good to show them around?"
"Yes, Prowl. Go find Smokescreen and Clearview. Your mechling has learned something new."
The tactician's optics lit up before he hurried off, leaving the two newcomers in slight shock. Wheeljack recovered first.
"So you'll take us both, Ratch?"
"I'll take you both," the medic confirmed with a soft smile that made him look vorns younger than he normally did and closer to his actual age.