Bumblebee/comlink/dreams
:Spark bond:
~sibling/creator bond~
Warnings: Major character deaths, revival and miracles from Primus, fluff, cuteness, sparklings, mpreg, violence, blood, gore, mentions of interfacing and/or rape, abuse, AU (mostly I believe, you tell me), possilbe OCness for characters, torture, tissue warnings (I will tell you when the major ones are since everyone is different), birth, angst, comfort, loving, kissing, and anything else I can't remember. You know the protocol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro and others. I only own my characters.
"So, how did he take the news?" a medic asked.
"No so good EMT," said Ratchet. The orange and white medic placed the sterilized tool down. "He lost his temper and left. He returned with a sparkling named Megatronus. I took some CNA from him to confirm our ideas. He belongs to Cyclonus and Galvatron."
"I heard that they were shot down while escaping some guards from Vos. The King and Queen of Vos are not pleased with what Cyclonus did and decided to take him out to restore their dignity and honor," said Hyperspeed. The neon green mech placed a tray of tools down to prepare for when the next fight would be over. "I hear a lot of things from Darkwing."
"We had feared they would be killed," said Ratchet.
"Are you going to adopt the little one?" EMT asked.
"I don't know. I would have to talk to 'Hide about that. If we did, then he might be taken because of his optic color and frame build," said Ratchet. "I wouldn't know what to do if he was taken away if we adopted him."
EMT and Hyperspeed hugged their mentor. They knew that they couldn't have one of their own but yearned for a little one. It was Pharma that had scanned the couple and told Ratchet the news. Ratchet had explained to his students the specifics of sparks during interface and what is was that sparked a sparkling.
Three gladiators came in, one being supported by the other two. Ratchet sighed before scanning the most injured mech while his students took care of the other two. Ratchet grumbled a bit, grabbing a laser scalpel to cut away the wires in the abdomen and replace them. If there was one thing he hated about the Pits, it was that the same mechs and femmes came in almost every solar cycle with various wounds. It's like they did it on purpose.
"Thanks medic," the mech said, hopping up but grimaced.
"No more fighting for a few solar cycles. Let that heal. I'll inform Darkstrike," said Ratchet, typing up on a datapad for the owner to review the various fighters that couldn't go into battle for a while. Luckily Darkstrike took care of his gladiators and listened to the medics. "You're free to leave Quickstrike."
The three left before another entered. Ratchet was busy putting the equipment he used in a different area to be cleaned. He yelped when the next fighter groped his aft. The younger mech glared behind his shoulder at the familiar black and yellow fighter that stood at least twice his height.
"What do you want Requiem?" Ratchet growled.
"Nothing, just seeing how our medics are doing. There have been a lot of injuries today," said Requiem. He grinned stupidly as he smacked Ratchet's aft. "After all, such pretty medics shouldn't be working so hard like yourself. It ruins their paint and body."
The larger mech yelped when Ratchet threw a wrench at his helm. He rubbed the dented area, glaring at the younger medic.
"I've told you various times not to be touching me," said Ratchet. "I am bonded and I have no plans of going to another."
"Awe but I could use a mech like you," said Requiem. His lust-filled optics took in that bulky frame. "You are just the right size for me too. I bet I can frag ya better than your mate."
"You have three nanokliks to get out of here before I do more than dent your helm," said Ratchet. He would complain to Darkstrike about controlling his gladiators better.
Requiem got the hint and left. Ratchet relaxed his body now that the mech was gone. Hyperspeed and EMT looked at the medic with a bit of fear.
"Were you serious about damaging him?" Hyperspeed asked.
"Of course I am," said Ratchet. "I have been dealing with him since he was a youngling. He always tried to get me into his berth but failed each time. One of these vorns he is going to learn. That should be the last of them. I'm going to report to Darkstrike before I head home. I shall see you two in a couple megacycles. I left some datapads for you to study in your office."
"All right," said EMT. "See you later Ratchet. Tell Ironhide we say hi."
Ratchet waved a servo behind him. He headed up two floors to the offices of the gladiator owners. He stopped at the first one on the right, knocking softly. A muffled 'Come in' sounded and Ratchet entered. Inside a black and silver winged mech sat at a desk, looking over his terminal at the prices from the betting on today's fighting. He was pleased to see that he had won a majority of the bidding yet again.
"Hey there Ratchet. What do you have to report?" Darkstrike asked, waving a servo to the chair in front of his desk.
Ratchet huffed as he sat, "Well for starters, Requiem molested me yet again, no matter how many times I tell him no and that I am now bonded. He keeps trying to get me into his berth. Secondly, there are a few who are unable to fight for a few solar cycles to let their wounds heal."
Ratchet passed over the datapad holding the medical notes. Darkstrike took it, scanning through its contents with a hum.
"At least there are only a few this time. And don't worry about Requiem. I'll make sure he is punished," said Darkstrike. He became good friends with Ratchet and enjoyed him being around to help out their only two medics. "That mech will learn one of these days not to be hitting on ya. Stubborn just like his sire."
"Yes I know," said Ratchet, folding his arms over his chest.
He shuddered at how the mech's sire would force himself on other bots if they lost a non-lethal battle. It was common for other owners to allow such things among their fighters if one in their team lost. In most cases, the bot that lost would be taken by whoever wanted to by their teammates as punishment. Darkstrike, however, protested such actions and made sure that none of his fighters forced or were forced to interface with another. It sickened the flier with such actions.
"How's the mate?" Darkstrike asked. He stored the datapad away in his desk. "I hear you two still can't get sparked."
"Ironhide is taking it hard because his spark doesn't produce enough CNA and energy needed," said Ratchet. "He found and brought home a sparkling named Megatronus, who was left orphaned. Or at least we think. The creators are Cyclonus and Galvatron, but from what Megatronus has said, they are most likely dead."
"Galvatron? I haven't seen him in vorns. He used to fight here and win before moving on. He stayed here a bit vorns ago with a violet seeker before moving onto Tarn. Haven't heard from them since," said Darkstrike. He pulled up a file on his terminal, humming for a few kilks. "Yeah a friend of mine there says they came, staying for a few stellarcycles with a sparkling before leaving and never returning."
"We suspected as much had happened when we lost contact to them when they were in Tarn," said Ratchet. "I'm sure that Ironhide would want to adopt Megatronus as our own since we cannot procreate."
"It would do him good to have a kid of his own."
"Indeed. He and Megatronus should be home and wondering where I am. It was good to see you again Darkstrike. I'll come back in a few megacycles to further EMT's and Hyperspeed's training."
"Thank you for your help Ratchet. We would be struggling and losing a lot of good mechs and femmes without you training them."
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Ratchet opened the door, placing his medipack from his back by the door. He looked around the quiet house, confused and scared. Usually Ironhide would inform him if he left and when he came back. The thoughts of being robbed spiked more fear into the medic. He grabbed his wrench, looking around the area.
A light coming from one of the rooms gave him some hope, but not a whole lot. The screaming of a young child had Ratchet running into the room. He hoped that Megatronus and Ironhide were all right. When he burst through, Ratchet halted as well as the two in the room.
Ironhide had Megatronus above him on his abdomen on the berth. Ironhide had been tickling the sparkling. Megatronus looked with innocent optics when his fun had come to a stop. Ratchet deflated, a servo going to his chest.
"Thank Primus you two are all right," said Ratchet.
"Ah course we are Ratch'. Just havin' a bit ah fun before recharge," said Ironhide.
"Did you two have a good time?" Ratchet asked, coming to sit on the berth with his mate.
"Yep! We went to the Hall of Records and met Alpha Trion, who gave me a datapad all for myself. He showed me the Covenant of Primus and gave me a holopicture of my creators and told me to keep looking for them," Megatronus gushed out. He grabbed the datapad given to him. "He said that this is the first part of the Covenant of Primus translated that has never been read. And then we went out for energon and I got rust sticks."
"Well, it sounds like it was an amazing solar cycle," the medic said. "Now, I believe it is time for a little mech to recharge."
"Okay," said Megatronus. "Night Amma, Appa."
Ratchet and Ironhide were shocked at the titles. Usually when someone adopts, they were given such names. They both said goodnight before kissing his helm and retreating to their own berth. Ironhide laid down first, pulling Ratchet to him so that the smaller mech's helm rested on his chest. Ironhide just held on, content with being so close to his lover.
"Ironhide?" Said mech hummed. "What if we adopted Megatronus as our own, or at least became his guardians?"
Ironhide pondered on the question that came up earlier. It would be wonderful to have the little silver mech around.
"Ah would love ta, but what about tha caste system?" Ironhide asked. "As soon as word gets out, officers and guards will take 'im away fer his red optics and body build. Can we really risk losin' him if we adopt?"
"That was my fear as well," said Ratchet. He absolutely hated the caste system and knew that his friend was dealing with it the best he could.
"Cyclonus 'nd Galvatron would want us ta care fer him, but fer how long?" Ironhide asked.
"I don't know. We will become his guardians and possibly adopt him when we know for sure that he will be safe from being taken," said Ratchet. Ironhide kissed his helm to let him know he agreed. Ratchet looked up, kissing Ironhide deeply. "I love you Ironhide."
"Ah love ya too Ratchet," said Ironhide.