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The Science of Love Part 7
A RatchetxWheeljack fic
Wheeljack slowly switched on his optics. He had to try a few times before they were both online and working correctly. It felt like he had been out for centuries and he tried to scan the room he was in, which was dark and gave off a errie feeling. He made a small moan of pain as he tried to sit up to figure out where he was, however he couldn’t move and that made the mechanic worry. For a scary moment Wheeljack thought he was still in the claws of The Claw Brothers until he rembered something before he passed out. He rembered seeing Ratchet, holding him and telling him everything was going to be alright. He rembered that he wouldn't had mind dying like that, he wouldn't mind of dying in the arms of Ratchet rather then a Decepticon prisinor. At the very thought of the Decepticons Wheeljack shivered when he rembered what they had done to him. Torn him to shreds, hacked into his personal memories and even forced a bond with his unbonded Spark. Wheeljack tried to stop himself from crying at the painful memory and tried despretly to sit up. After a few attemps he sat up straight and looked round. It was still very dark but the mechanic sighed with relief, he was in Ratchet's med-bay.
'Thank Primus.' he sighed.
Wheeljack wasn't sure how long he had been there but that didn't matter, he was safe. Wheeljack tried to jump off the examing berth he was resting on and yelped when he fell off and hit the floor. The mechanic groaned and realised his right leg still wasn't working. Wheeljack grumbled as he started to hop round the room to find a light-switch. After much of part limping, part hopping he found a switch and flicked it on, the room filling with light. He sighed as he looked round, he felt comfortable in Ratchet's med-bay. As he scanned the room his optics fell on something that made his Spark pulse a little too fast. Ratchet was sitting on a chair, overlooking the berth Wheeljack had been lying on, fast asleep. Wheeljack had never felt happier knowing that Ratchet was right in front of him and he slowly approached him. The medic was gently snoring and Wheeljack saw that he was low on Energon and he was surrounded with his tools that had been pushed to their limits. It made the mechanic feel giddy and warm inside knowing that Ratchet had worked hard to repair him and bent down near his audio peice whispering,
'Thanks, Ratchet...and sorry.'
The mechanic was still feeling a little guilty about running out the base after smacking Ratchet after he told him off for leaving the workshop door open. Wheeljack was planning to make a proper apoligy when the medic woke and couldn't wait till he did. Before Wheeljack straighted up he noticed a reflective panel just behind the sleeping medic. The image on it made Wheeljack gasp and he limped over to get a better look, praying it was just his optics playing tricks on him. To Wheeljack's horror he saw himself in the relective panel, covered in welded scars and damaged parts. Every slash that had been administered on him left silver scars and made him look like an out of date model ready for the scrap heap. The worst part was his face, his mask had been removed to revel scars and slahses that covered the lower part of his face. Wheeljack was in so much shock he fell when his leg finally gave out. Sitting up he stared at himself and brought a hand up to his face, tracing a finger down one of the long scars, he looked like a freakshow. He felt the tears pour out his optics when he rembered how he got those scars and trembled at the painful memories. Then something hit Wheeljack hard, did Ratchet know? Did the other Autobots know? Wheeljack clutched his chest where his Spark pulsed slowly underneath, still in shock and horror that it was no longer a pure Spark. He shivered as he tried to stand up, wondering what the other Autobots would think of him if they knew. What would Ratchet think of him? Would he be disgusted? Then again how could anyone know, so far they all thought Wheeljack had just be scraped and beaten.
'I just won't tell anyone.' whimpered the mechnic to himself.
However Ratchet was a top medic and he could spot the signs a mile off with his powerful sensors. In a panic Wheeljack forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain, and limped over to the door. He didn't want to be seen like this, even thought Ratchet had already seen him, but not when he was awake. He'd just go back to his workshop and give himself a quick fix-over, he could do it, he was a mecahnic with a fair bit of medical skills. As he approached the door he halted as another thought hit him. What if the other Autobots saw him like this? What would they think? Wheeljack began to panic and looked round to see if he could find anything to help him when he heard a sicking snap. He cried out when his leg suddenly died on him after a pipe snapped inside it and he fell to the floor. The thud of his body hitting the floor had awakened the sleeping medic and he sat up looking around. Ratchet was a little scared to find the berth where Wheeljack was resting on empty but almost reliefed, but shocked, to find him on the floor. The medic jumped out of his chair and ran over to the mecahnic to find him crying face down on the floor. He knelt down and gave him a small shake.
'Wheeljack? Are you alright?'
Wheeljack flinched when he felt Ratchet's hand on his back. He was too scared to look up at him, fearing that he'd be staring at optics filled with disgust. Ratchet gave him another small shake.
'C'mon Wheeljack, it's alright. You're safe and no one is gonna hurt you ever again.'
Wheeljack almost yelped when he felt Ratchet pull him up, supporting him against his body. If Wheeljack wasn't so afraid of looking at the medic in the face he'd be flushing bright red right now. He was a little red but he was still upset with his scared face and body. Then Wheeljack felt Ratchet's index finger rest under his chin, forcing him to look up. The mechanic tried to keep his head forced down but he found himself looking at Ratchet who didn't have optics filled with disgust but with concern, saddness and fear. The medic tried to smile but it seemed hard for him to do so.
'You OK? Does it hurt anywhere?'
Wheeljack flushed a little but tried to look away.
'I think I broke my leg.' whimpered the mechanic.
Ratchet peered down at Wheeljack's broken leg and cursed himself when he noticed the snapped leg support. He then hoisted Wheeljack into his arms and walked over to the berth, placing him down gentley. Ratchet tried to smile again as he pulled out some tools.
'Don't worry Wheeljack, I'll have your leg fixed in no time. I fixed up some parts of your body but I had to recharge when I got a little too low on the Energon. Anyway, you leg will be as good as new when I'm done.'
Wheeljack tried to smile back but he couldn't. He was too scared and wasn't sure what to say or do as Ratchet began the repairs. For a while there was silence until Ratchet tried to break it.
'Wheeljack listen...there is something...I have to say. If I don't say it I'll go crazy.'
Wheeljack wasn't sure what Ratchet was planning on saying but the medic looked misrable and guilty.
'...I'm sorry Wheeljack. If I hadn't shouted at you, you wouldn't had left the base. I didn't mean all those things I said to you...I was just being stupid and look what it did.'
Wheeljack notice Ratchet wipe something from his optic but he didn't appear to be crying. Wheeljack tried to sit up a little but Ratchet placed a hand on his chest, preventing him from doing so.
'I don't deserve to be forgiven for what I did but...I swear I'll make you as good as new and I'll never shout or scream at you ever again! I won't even care if you blow up another hole in the base!'
That comment made Wheeljack smirk a little and he waited till Ratchet was finished.
'I am truely sorry Wheeljack. I can't ask you to forgive me.'
Wheeljack decieded it was his turn to talk. He tried to cover up his shock by sounding cheerful and upbeat like he always was.
'You didn't know I was gonna get captured so don't beat yourself up over it. I'm just glad to be back. But I'm sorry for leaving the door open and...'
'Oh slag to that stupid project! What matters is that you're safe and sound.' interuupted Ratchet.
Wheeljack smiled a little but remembered that his face was covered in scars and slashes. He wanted to ask but was almost to scared to ask the medic about his injuries. As Ratchet continued to work on the mechnic's leg, Wheeljack finally mustered the courage to ask.
'...Will these scars be...permenant?' he asked.
Ratchet looked up from his work.
'It will take a while but they'll fade. The ones on your face, however, will take some time. The ones on your body will vanish in a few days.' replied the medic with a small smile.
That was a small relief, Wheeljack prefered wearing his mask anyway. Ratchet continued working and Wheeljack prayed to Primus that what he was about to ask next won't give him results that would scare him.
'Did you...check every single inch of me? Everywhere?' he almost whimpered.
The moment the question was asked Ratchet stopped what he was doing, his face frozen. Wheeljack suddenly felt a sickly feeling within him as Ratchet slowly looked over at him. Wheeljack had a suspision that Ratchet must had checked every single inch of him, including his damaged cod piece. He must had seen the signs and that almost made the mechanic faint, however what happened next made Wheeljack gasp. Ratchet's face was still frozen in place but the only difference was that he had tears pouring out of his optics.
He then dropped his tools and suddenly leaned over and hugged Wheeljack. The mechnic was suprised by the sudden action and flushed red a little when he felt Ratchet's head next to his. However he did hear the medic crying in his audio receptors.
'I'm...so...sorry...Wheeljack...' sobbed the medic.
At first Wheeljack was horrified, Ratchet found out that his Spark had been violated. Then he felt guilty, he had made everyone worry and Ratchet was balming it all on himself. Wheeljack hugged Ratchet back and tried not to cry as everything went black.
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The mechnic flickered his optics on and he suddenly sat up in shock. He must had dozed off when Ratchet was holding him or something. At first Wheeljack was confused and then he felt sick, then he felt sad. Looking down at his leg he found that it had been repaired, but it still felt a little funny. Before Wheeljack could say anything he heard a voice.
'Glad to see you're up!'
Wheeljack looked round to see a very worn-out Perceptor. He was covered in lubricants, Energon fluids and he looked like he need a week-long nap. Wheeljack smiled a little as Perceptor took a seat next to him and yawned. He did seem to rather tired as he streched his joints. Perceptor smiled gently as Wheeljack sat up a little.
'If you're wondering where Ratchet is, he's giving Optimus the damage report.'
Wheeljack flinched. Was Ratchet going to tell him everything? When Ratchet gave a damage report he give it out down to the last detail and he was worried that everyone would soon discover what had happened. Perceptor seemed to notice the worried and scared expression on Wheeljack's face and patted his hand.
'Don't worry, Ratchet did say you were going to heal up and these scars will be gone soon!'
Wheeljack smiled back but it wasn't that which was worrying him. The mechanic thought it would be best to change the subject so Perceptor wouldn't delve any deeper.
'Where is everyone else?' he asked.
Perceptor chuckled.
'I just finished repairing them all! You should had seen Ratchet though, he ran into his med bay with you and refused to repair anyone else until you were fully funtional. He wore himself out and had to take a quick recharge before he saw to the rest. However I managed to patch them all up and everyone is now back within the base and working at high levels!'
Wheeljack flushed bright red at the very thought of Ratchet carrying him into the med bay and wearing himself out to repair him. Perceptor noticed and chuckled.
'You know Wheeljack, I think Ratchet might atcully have feelings for you!'
That made Wheeljack even redder and he stared back at the microscope in shock.
'W-what makes you say that?'
'Lot's of reasons. He was extremley worried about you, left without the rest of the Autobots to rescue you, Jazz informed me that he tackled a huge Decepticon to save you, came all the way back to base and focused his medical skills on you! Seriously Wheeljack, I think he likes you.'
Wheeljack took all these thoughts into consideration and began to ponder to himself. Did Ratchet really care about him to risk his own life or was the guilt driving him mad. Besides Ratchet couldn't possibly love him, as far as Wheeljack was concerned the medic pited him. He couldn't possibly care for him after he found out his Spark had a forced bond with a Decepticon. Wheeljack shook his head at Perceptor.
'I don't think he does Perceptor. He was probaley feeling guilty after chasing me out the base.'
'Nonsense I can tell! I was able to guess you loved him didn't I?' argued the Microscope.
That was true, if it wasn't for Perceptor he'd still be trying to figure out why he acted funny round Ratchet. It was Perceptor who told him he was in love and what if he was right about Ratchet. However after what had happened Wheeljack had reached a desion that almost tore him apart. Perceptor sat up and gave Wheeljack a smirk.
'Why don't you tell him how you feel? After you're better of cousre!' suggested the Scientist.
Wheeljack shook his head again.
'No I'm not gonna tell him.' he muttered.
Perceptor looked back in shock.
'Why not?'
'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO, OK!' snapped Wheeljack, making Perceptor jump back.
Wheeljack felt like crying again, he didn't want to tell Ratchet and yet he did. He was afraid, afraid of being rejected. Even if none of this had happened he probaley wouldn't be able to tell him. Wheeljack sobbed, he was a coward. Perceptor sighed and gave Wheeljack a small hug.
'Give it time Wheeljack, you'll see.' he said in a gentle tone.
Wheeljack nodded a little before Perceptor got up to leave. As he approached the door he turned round to face Wheeljack again.
'You know I tried to figure it out, study it, examine it and even try to experience it. However I just never understood it.'
Wheeljack looked up confused.
'What?' he asked.
'Love.'
With that Perceptor left the room, leaving Wheeljack all by himself.
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Time passed and Wheeljack was ordered not to leave until he was top condition again. Wheeljack just agreed with the medic, not answering back as Ratchet explained how long it would take for him to be AOK again. It did mean however that Wheeljack had to stay in the recovery bay all by himself, apparently Perceptor did a splendid job on repairing the Autobots after the battle...he just forgot to weld their parts on properly. Soon everyone's joints were falling off and Wheeljack had to stop himself from laughing as Ratchet began to reattach Prowl's arm while screaming at Perceptor.
'I thought you said you had medical expeirence!' snapped Ratchet.
'Terribly sorry about that.' chuckled Perceptor, nervously.
There was along line outside Ratchet's med bay and the recovery bay overlooked it, meaning Wheeljack could see who was in the med bay and they could see him. At first he was a little nervous about the other Autobots seeing him but it passed as all the Autobots just gave him warm smiles, cheery comments and small waves. It was rather funny when Sideswipe waved at him as Ratchet repaired his right arm, only to have the left arm fall off making the medic curse loudly. It didn't seem to bad but Wheeljack was getting a little left out in the recovery bay. It was another room seperated from the med bay and it's doors were always opened but it still felt like he was alone. As time passed Wheeljack began to hate it and wished that someone would just walk in and stay a while. No such luck, Ratchet had told everybody that the mecahnic need some quiet time till his scars healed up. They were almost gone to Wheeljack's relief but it still didn't help the scars on the inside. There were times when the med bay was empty and Wheeljack would just cry to himself as the painful memories haunted him. When someone entered the med bay he'd stop, he didn't want any one to see him in such a state. Another problem was Ratchet, Wheeljack had decided once and for all not to ever tell him how he felt about him but seeing him everyday was making it harder. He'd check in every now and then to see how Wheeljack was doing but that was it, Ratchet was still busy checking all the Autobots. It didn't bother Wheeljack too greatly but at the same time it did. One eveing Ratchet was going for a nap in his quarters and he came in to say goodnight to Wheeljack.
'Goodnight Wheeljack, I'll see ya tomoorow.'
Wheeljack yawned himself as he drifted off to sleep. Ratchet smirked as the mecahnic snored gently and turned to leave, switching off the lights. Soon the med bay was empty and Wheeljack was all alone, unaware. As time passed Wheeljack began to stir in his sleep as his memory banks began to play tricks on him. In frustration he switched on his optics and sat up.
'Stupid, slagging memory circuits! I'm gonna-'
Before Wheeljack finished he looked round to find he wasn't in the med bay anymore. He was what looked like a dark and errie warehouse filled with shadows and strange shapes. Wheeljack stood up and looked round, a little afraid.
'Ratchet?' he called out.
The Wheeljack heard something that almost made his Spark stop pulsing, the sound of claws dragging themselves across the wall. Wheeljack began to tremble as he slowly turnbed round to find the source of the noise. He almost screamed when he saw three Decepticons standing behind him with sharp claws covering their bodies. The Claw Brothers. The mechanic yelped and fell to the floor in horror as the Decepticons began to chuckle.
'I wanna tear him up!'
'He doesn't love you!'
'SLASH WANT HIM NOW!'
The Decepticons began to advance towards him, Wheeljack scrambled to his feet and bolted to find somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from these monsters. To his terror he wasn't making any progess and he cried out when he felt arms grab him, pulling him back and the horrible noises getting louder.
'Slice and tear, I wanna turn him into scrap.'
'You're a worthless, useless, piece-of-scrap.'
'Slash want to have him!'
Wheeljack began scraeming as he felt that he was forced down and felt horrorific pain on his back as what seemed like a thousand claws tear him up. He screamed even louder when he felt his Spark expolde within him and evil laughter was all that he could hear. It was like re-living that terrible moment where he was voilated and abused, making Wheeljack scraem in horror. The more he cried the more the evil laughter got louder. Wheeljack could only do one thing and that was to call for help.
'Jazz! Perceptor! Optimus! HELP!' he wailed.
'They can't hear you.'
'They hate you.'
'You're disgusting.'
Wheeljack choked on his sobs and trembled uncontrollbly.
'...Rachet...help...please...' he whimpered.
At that moment Wheeljack felt someone smack him across the face.
'Wheeljack, wake up!'
After hearing the voice Wheeljack then realised that his optics had been off line the whole time. He switched them on to find himself on the floor in a mess with Ratchet holding him. Wheeljack looked round confused.
'Where am I? How did I get here?' he murmered.
Ratchet sighed as he explained.
'You were having a memory glitch Wheeljack. Y'know the humans call the dreams or nightmares or something. You OK? You didn't sound too good in your sleep.'
Wheeljack flushed bright red realizing that he had fallen victim to his own imagination. However he was glad Ratchet was there and that giddy feeling he always got when he was around came back as Ratchet picked him up to place him back on the berth. That feeling almost subsided when Ratchet turned to leave. Wheeljack then felt something within him cry out.
'WAIT!'
Ratchet turned back and Wheeljack almost slapped himself when he realized that his own vocal proscessors had betrayed him. Ratchet waited for Wheeljack's request and stood in the dark patiently. The mechanic wanted to ask him but he felt stupid as he sat up straight to talk.
'Can you stay with me? For the night.'
There was along pause, an awkard silence. For a moment Wheeljack thought Ratchet was gonna say something like, no way and walk off. However Ratchet smirked and walked over to him.
'...Okay.' he answered.
Wheeljack felt his circuits heat up as Ratchet laid on the berth next to him. Ratchet sent him a gentle smile before bidding him goodnight and switching off his optics. The mechanic waited till he was sure Ratchet was asleep before rolling over on his side to gaze at him. He rembered when he tried to figure out why he loved him in the past, one being that he was very handsome. Another was that even though others don't agree, Ratchet was a caring person. Wheeljack sighed and tried to choke back a sob as he whispered something in the darkness, thoses special words that no one but himself heard.
'I love you, Ratchet.'
A RatchetxWheeljack fic
Wheeljack slowly switched on his optics. He had to try a few times before they were both online and working correctly. It felt like he had been out for centuries and he tried to scan the room he was in, which was dark and gave off a errie feeling. He made a small moan of pain as he tried to sit up to figure out where he was, however he couldn’t move and that made the mechanic worry. For a scary moment Wheeljack thought he was still in the claws of The Claw Brothers until he rembered something before he passed out. He rembered seeing Ratchet, holding him and telling him everything was going to be alright. He rembered that he wouldn't had mind dying like that, he wouldn't mind of dying in the arms of Ratchet rather then a Decepticon prisinor. At the very thought of the Decepticons Wheeljack shivered when he rembered what they had done to him. Torn him to shreds, hacked into his personal memories and even forced a bond with his unbonded Spark. Wheeljack tried to stop himself from crying at the painful memory and tried despretly to sit up. After a few attemps he sat up straight and looked round. It was still very dark but the mechanic sighed with relief, he was in Ratchet's med-bay.
'Thank Primus.' he sighed.
Wheeljack wasn't sure how long he had been there but that didn't matter, he was safe. Wheeljack tried to jump off the examing berth he was resting on and yelped when he fell off and hit the floor. The mechanic groaned and realised his right leg still wasn't working. Wheeljack grumbled as he started to hop round the room to find a light-switch. After much of part limping, part hopping he found a switch and flicked it on, the room filling with light. He sighed as he looked round, he felt comfortable in Ratchet's med-bay. As he scanned the room his optics fell on something that made his Spark pulse a little too fast. Ratchet was sitting on a chair, overlooking the berth Wheeljack had been lying on, fast asleep. Wheeljack had never felt happier knowing that Ratchet was right in front of him and he slowly approached him. The medic was gently snoring and Wheeljack saw that he was low on Energon and he was surrounded with his tools that had been pushed to their limits. It made the mechanic feel giddy and warm inside knowing that Ratchet had worked hard to repair him and bent down near his audio peice whispering,
'Thanks, Ratchet...and sorry.'
The mechanic was still feeling a little guilty about running out the base after smacking Ratchet after he told him off for leaving the workshop door open. Wheeljack was planning to make a proper apoligy when the medic woke and couldn't wait till he did. Before Wheeljack straighted up he noticed a reflective panel just behind the sleeping medic. The image on it made Wheeljack gasp and he limped over to get a better look, praying it was just his optics playing tricks on him. To Wheeljack's horror he saw himself in the relective panel, covered in welded scars and damaged parts. Every slash that had been administered on him left silver scars and made him look like an out of date model ready for the scrap heap. The worst part was his face, his mask had been removed to revel scars and slahses that covered the lower part of his face. Wheeljack was in so much shock he fell when his leg finally gave out. Sitting up he stared at himself and brought a hand up to his face, tracing a finger down one of the long scars, he looked like a freakshow. He felt the tears pour out his optics when he rembered how he got those scars and trembled at the painful memories. Then something hit Wheeljack hard, did Ratchet know? Did the other Autobots know? Wheeljack clutched his chest where his Spark pulsed slowly underneath, still in shock and horror that it was no longer a pure Spark. He shivered as he tried to stand up, wondering what the other Autobots would think of him if they knew. What would Ratchet think of him? Would he be disgusted? Then again how could anyone know, so far they all thought Wheeljack had just be scraped and beaten.
'I just won't tell anyone.' whimpered the mechnic to himself.
However Ratchet was a top medic and he could spot the signs a mile off with his powerful sensors. In a panic Wheeljack forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain, and limped over to the door. He didn't want to be seen like this, even thought Ratchet had already seen him, but not when he was awake. He'd just go back to his workshop and give himself a quick fix-over, he could do it, he was a mecahnic with a fair bit of medical skills. As he approached the door he halted as another thought hit him. What if the other Autobots saw him like this? What would they think? Wheeljack began to panic and looked round to see if he could find anything to help him when he heard a sicking snap. He cried out when his leg suddenly died on him after a pipe snapped inside it and he fell to the floor. The thud of his body hitting the floor had awakened the sleeping medic and he sat up looking around. Ratchet was a little scared to find the berth where Wheeljack was resting on empty but almost reliefed, but shocked, to find him on the floor. The medic jumped out of his chair and ran over to the mecahnic to find him crying face down on the floor. He knelt down and gave him a small shake.
'Wheeljack? Are you alright?'
Wheeljack flinched when he felt Ratchet's hand on his back. He was too scared to look up at him, fearing that he'd be staring at optics filled with disgust. Ratchet gave him another small shake.
'C'mon Wheeljack, it's alright. You're safe and no one is gonna hurt you ever again.'
Wheeljack almost yelped when he felt Ratchet pull him up, supporting him against his body. If Wheeljack wasn't so afraid of looking at the medic in the face he'd be flushing bright red right now. He was a little red but he was still upset with his scared face and body. Then Wheeljack felt Ratchet's index finger rest under his chin, forcing him to look up. The mechanic tried to keep his head forced down but he found himself looking at Ratchet who didn't have optics filled with disgust but with concern, saddness and fear. The medic tried to smile but it seemed hard for him to do so.
'You OK? Does it hurt anywhere?'
Wheeljack flushed a little but tried to look away.
'I think I broke my leg.' whimpered the mechanic.
Ratchet peered down at Wheeljack's broken leg and cursed himself when he noticed the snapped leg support. He then hoisted Wheeljack into his arms and walked over to the berth, placing him down gentley. Ratchet tried to smile again as he pulled out some tools.
'Don't worry Wheeljack, I'll have your leg fixed in no time. I fixed up some parts of your body but I had to recharge when I got a little too low on the Energon. Anyway, you leg will be as good as new when I'm done.'
Wheeljack tried to smile back but he couldn't. He was too scared and wasn't sure what to say or do as Ratchet began the repairs. For a while there was silence until Ratchet tried to break it.
'Wheeljack listen...there is something...I have to say. If I don't say it I'll go crazy.'
Wheeljack wasn't sure what Ratchet was planning on saying but the medic looked misrable and guilty.
'...I'm sorry Wheeljack. If I hadn't shouted at you, you wouldn't had left the base. I didn't mean all those things I said to you...I was just being stupid and look what it did.'
Wheeljack notice Ratchet wipe something from his optic but he didn't appear to be crying. Wheeljack tried to sit up a little but Ratchet placed a hand on his chest, preventing him from doing so.
'I don't deserve to be forgiven for what I did but...I swear I'll make you as good as new and I'll never shout or scream at you ever again! I won't even care if you blow up another hole in the base!'
That comment made Wheeljack smirk a little and he waited till Ratchet was finished.
'I am truely sorry Wheeljack. I can't ask you to forgive me.'
Wheeljack decieded it was his turn to talk. He tried to cover up his shock by sounding cheerful and upbeat like he always was.
'You didn't know I was gonna get captured so don't beat yourself up over it. I'm just glad to be back. But I'm sorry for leaving the door open and...'
'Oh slag to that stupid project! What matters is that you're safe and sound.' interuupted Ratchet.
Wheeljack smiled a little but remembered that his face was covered in scars and slashes. He wanted to ask but was almost to scared to ask the medic about his injuries. As Ratchet continued to work on the mechnic's leg, Wheeljack finally mustered the courage to ask.
'...Will these scars be...permenant?' he asked.
Ratchet looked up from his work.
'It will take a while but they'll fade. The ones on your face, however, will take some time. The ones on your body will vanish in a few days.' replied the medic with a small smile.
That was a small relief, Wheeljack prefered wearing his mask anyway. Ratchet continued working and Wheeljack prayed to Primus that what he was about to ask next won't give him results that would scare him.
'Did you...check every single inch of me? Everywhere?' he almost whimpered.
The moment the question was asked Ratchet stopped what he was doing, his face frozen. Wheeljack suddenly felt a sickly feeling within him as Ratchet slowly looked over at him. Wheeljack had a suspision that Ratchet must had checked every single inch of him, including his damaged cod piece. He must had seen the signs and that almost made the mechanic faint, however what happened next made Wheeljack gasp. Ratchet's face was still frozen in place but the only difference was that he had tears pouring out of his optics.
He then dropped his tools and suddenly leaned over and hugged Wheeljack. The mechnic was suprised by the sudden action and flushed red a little when he felt Ratchet's head next to his. However he did hear the medic crying in his audio receptors.
'I'm...so...sorry...Wheeljack...' sobbed the medic.
At first Wheeljack was horrified, Ratchet found out that his Spark had been violated. Then he felt guilty, he had made everyone worry and Ratchet was balming it all on himself. Wheeljack hugged Ratchet back and tried not to cry as everything went black.
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The mechnic flickered his optics on and he suddenly sat up in shock. He must had dozed off when Ratchet was holding him or something. At first Wheeljack was confused and then he felt sick, then he felt sad. Looking down at his leg he found that it had been repaired, but it still felt a little funny. Before Wheeljack could say anything he heard a voice.
'Glad to see you're up!'
Wheeljack looked round to see a very worn-out Perceptor. He was covered in lubricants, Energon fluids and he looked like he need a week-long nap. Wheeljack smiled a little as Perceptor took a seat next to him and yawned. He did seem to rather tired as he streched his joints. Perceptor smiled gently as Wheeljack sat up a little.
'If you're wondering where Ratchet is, he's giving Optimus the damage report.'
Wheeljack flinched. Was Ratchet going to tell him everything? When Ratchet gave a damage report he give it out down to the last detail and he was worried that everyone would soon discover what had happened. Perceptor seemed to notice the worried and scared expression on Wheeljack's face and patted his hand.
'Don't worry, Ratchet did say you were going to heal up and these scars will be gone soon!'
Wheeljack smiled back but it wasn't that which was worrying him. The mechanic thought it would be best to change the subject so Perceptor wouldn't delve any deeper.
'Where is everyone else?' he asked.
Perceptor chuckled.
'I just finished repairing them all! You should had seen Ratchet though, he ran into his med bay with you and refused to repair anyone else until you were fully funtional. He wore himself out and had to take a quick recharge before he saw to the rest. However I managed to patch them all up and everyone is now back within the base and working at high levels!'
Wheeljack flushed bright red at the very thought of Ratchet carrying him into the med bay and wearing himself out to repair him. Perceptor noticed and chuckled.
'You know Wheeljack, I think Ratchet might atcully have feelings for you!'
That made Wheeljack even redder and he stared back at the microscope in shock.
'W-what makes you say that?'
'Lot's of reasons. He was extremley worried about you, left without the rest of the Autobots to rescue you, Jazz informed me that he tackled a huge Decepticon to save you, came all the way back to base and focused his medical skills on you! Seriously Wheeljack, I think he likes you.'
Wheeljack took all these thoughts into consideration and began to ponder to himself. Did Ratchet really care about him to risk his own life or was the guilt driving him mad. Besides Ratchet couldn't possibly love him, as far as Wheeljack was concerned the medic pited him. He couldn't possibly care for him after he found out his Spark had a forced bond with a Decepticon. Wheeljack shook his head at Perceptor.
'I don't think he does Perceptor. He was probaley feeling guilty after chasing me out the base.'
'Nonsense I can tell! I was able to guess you loved him didn't I?' argued the Microscope.
That was true, if it wasn't for Perceptor he'd still be trying to figure out why he acted funny round Ratchet. It was Perceptor who told him he was in love and what if he was right about Ratchet. However after what had happened Wheeljack had reached a desion that almost tore him apart. Perceptor sat up and gave Wheeljack a smirk.
'Why don't you tell him how you feel? After you're better of cousre!' suggested the Scientist.
Wheeljack shook his head again.
'No I'm not gonna tell him.' he muttered.
Perceptor looked back in shock.
'Why not?'
'CAUSE I DON'T WANT TO, OK!' snapped Wheeljack, making Perceptor jump back.
Wheeljack felt like crying again, he didn't want to tell Ratchet and yet he did. He was afraid, afraid of being rejected. Even if none of this had happened he probaley wouldn't be able to tell him. Wheeljack sobbed, he was a coward. Perceptor sighed and gave Wheeljack a small hug.
'Give it time Wheeljack, you'll see.' he said in a gentle tone.
Wheeljack nodded a little before Perceptor got up to leave. As he approached the door he turned round to face Wheeljack again.
'You know I tried to figure it out, study it, examine it and even try to experience it. However I just never understood it.'
Wheeljack looked up confused.
'What?' he asked.
'Love.'
With that Perceptor left the room, leaving Wheeljack all by himself.
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Time passed and Wheeljack was ordered not to leave until he was top condition again. Wheeljack just agreed with the medic, not answering back as Ratchet explained how long it would take for him to be AOK again. It did mean however that Wheeljack had to stay in the recovery bay all by himself, apparently Perceptor did a splendid job on repairing the Autobots after the battle...he just forgot to weld their parts on properly. Soon everyone's joints were falling off and Wheeljack had to stop himself from laughing as Ratchet began to reattach Prowl's arm while screaming at Perceptor.
'I thought you said you had medical expeirence!' snapped Ratchet.
'Terribly sorry about that.' chuckled Perceptor, nervously.
There was along line outside Ratchet's med bay and the recovery bay overlooked it, meaning Wheeljack could see who was in the med bay and they could see him. At first he was a little nervous about the other Autobots seeing him but it passed as all the Autobots just gave him warm smiles, cheery comments and small waves. It was rather funny when Sideswipe waved at him as Ratchet repaired his right arm, only to have the left arm fall off making the medic curse loudly. It didn't seem to bad but Wheeljack was getting a little left out in the recovery bay. It was another room seperated from the med bay and it's doors were always opened but it still felt like he was alone. As time passed Wheeljack began to hate it and wished that someone would just walk in and stay a while. No such luck, Ratchet had told everybody that the mecahnic need some quiet time till his scars healed up. They were almost gone to Wheeljack's relief but it still didn't help the scars on the inside. There were times when the med bay was empty and Wheeljack would just cry to himself as the painful memories haunted him. When someone entered the med bay he'd stop, he didn't want any one to see him in such a state. Another problem was Ratchet, Wheeljack had decided once and for all not to ever tell him how he felt about him but seeing him everyday was making it harder. He'd check in every now and then to see how Wheeljack was doing but that was it, Ratchet was still busy checking all the Autobots. It didn't bother Wheeljack too greatly but at the same time it did. One eveing Ratchet was going for a nap in his quarters and he came in to say goodnight to Wheeljack.
'Goodnight Wheeljack, I'll see ya tomoorow.'
Wheeljack yawned himself as he drifted off to sleep. Ratchet smirked as the mecahnic snored gently and turned to leave, switching off the lights. Soon the med bay was empty and Wheeljack was all alone, unaware. As time passed Wheeljack began to stir in his sleep as his memory banks began to play tricks on him. In frustration he switched on his optics and sat up.
'Stupid, slagging memory circuits! I'm gonna-'
Before Wheeljack finished he looked round to find he wasn't in the med bay anymore. He was what looked like a dark and errie warehouse filled with shadows and strange shapes. Wheeljack stood up and looked round, a little afraid.
'Ratchet?' he called out.
The Wheeljack heard something that almost made his Spark stop pulsing, the sound of claws dragging themselves across the wall. Wheeljack began to tremble as he slowly turnbed round to find the source of the noise. He almost screamed when he saw three Decepticons standing behind him with sharp claws covering their bodies. The Claw Brothers. The mechanic yelped and fell to the floor in horror as the Decepticons began to chuckle.
'I wanna tear him up!'
'He doesn't love you!'
'SLASH WANT HIM NOW!'
The Decepticons began to advance towards him, Wheeljack scrambled to his feet and bolted to find somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from these monsters. To his terror he wasn't making any progess and he cried out when he felt arms grab him, pulling him back and the horrible noises getting louder.
'Slice and tear, I wanna turn him into scrap.'
'You're a worthless, useless, piece-of-scrap.'
'Slash want to have him!'
Wheeljack began scraeming as he felt that he was forced down and felt horrorific pain on his back as what seemed like a thousand claws tear him up. He screamed even louder when he felt his Spark expolde within him and evil laughter was all that he could hear. It was like re-living that terrible moment where he was voilated and abused, making Wheeljack scraem in horror. The more he cried the more the evil laughter got louder. Wheeljack could only do one thing and that was to call for help.
'Jazz! Perceptor! Optimus! HELP!' he wailed.
'They can't hear you.'
'They hate you.'
'You're disgusting.'
Wheeljack choked on his sobs and trembled uncontrollbly.
'...Rachet...help...please...' he whimpered.
At that moment Wheeljack felt someone smack him across the face.
'Wheeljack, wake up!'
After hearing the voice Wheeljack then realised that his optics had been off line the whole time. He switched them on to find himself on the floor in a mess with Ratchet holding him. Wheeljack looked round confused.
'Where am I? How did I get here?' he murmered.
Ratchet sighed as he explained.
'You were having a memory glitch Wheeljack. Y'know the humans call the dreams or nightmares or something. You OK? You didn't sound too good in your sleep.'
Wheeljack flushed bright red realizing that he had fallen victim to his own imagination. However he was glad Ratchet was there and that giddy feeling he always got when he was around came back as Ratchet picked him up to place him back on the berth. That feeling almost subsided when Ratchet turned to leave. Wheeljack then felt something within him cry out.
'WAIT!'
Ratchet turned back and Wheeljack almost slapped himself when he realized that his own vocal proscessors had betrayed him. Ratchet waited for Wheeljack's request and stood in the dark patiently. The mechanic wanted to ask him but he felt stupid as he sat up straight to talk.
'Can you stay with me? For the night.'
There was along pause, an awkard silence. For a moment Wheeljack thought Ratchet was gonna say something like, no way and walk off. However Ratchet smirked and walked over to him.
'...Okay.' he answered.
Wheeljack felt his circuits heat up as Ratchet laid on the berth next to him. Ratchet sent him a gentle smile before bidding him goodnight and switching off his optics. The mechanic waited till he was sure Ratchet was asleep before rolling over on his side to gaze at him. He rembered when he tried to figure out why he loved him in the past, one being that he was very handsome. Another was that even though others don't agree, Ratchet was a caring person. Wheeljack sighed and tried to choke back a sob as he whispered something in the darkness, thoses special words that no one but himself heard.
'I love you, Ratchet.'
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Ratchet sighed as he finally made it back to his quarters. Such a horrible day it had been. The battle with the Decepticons had not gone well, but since when they ever go well? It turned out to be the same old same old. The Autobots intercepted, the Decepticons attacked, the Autobots got slagged, and they ended up in his medical bay. He fixed them up, he gave them stern lectures, they waved him off, and went back to get slagged again.
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Its right after a long, vicious battle; most of the other bots will fall asleep if I hand it over to them. Ive been through worse.
Infernos optic ridge rose. How much worse?
There was this one time when I was on a tiny base. About one hundred different mechs altogether. They had a party all night long, fought the next day, celebrated for another night, and the fourth night it was my turn to watch, so I took it.
Inferno winced. How did ya stay a
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Genre: Romance, Comfort
Pairing: Jazz and Prowl with a little bit of Bluestreak comfort.
Summary: Seperation of new bondmates can be a torturous thing.
Warning: Slash. Not graphic, but still slash.
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All by
myself
Dont wanna be
all by myself
anymore
Jazz sang along solemnly to the music that gently flowed from his sound system, as he lay splayed out on his recharge berth. It perfectly described his feelings at the moment. He was lonely, depressed, and oh, how he longed for someone to just be with him. Jazz hated the silence, the solitude. The music barely did
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