#ratchetxreader

Ratchet settled back into domestic life.

A great sign.

You knew it would forever be weird for him whenever he changed into a human. But he seemed to be coping much better. Now that not just Optimus but Bumblebee were no longer running for their lives, he felt lighter. You could see the change. You were filling out some files while Ratchet assisted you in the office, a knock on the door making you turn.

"Room service!" You laugh.

"Stop messing around Jonathan."

Ratchet stopped his task, turning as the door opened. He studied everything. The way your eyes lit up when the male entered, the smile that was reflected on both of your faces. A frown made his way on his face when he saw the very man walk over and give you a hug.

"Who is this man?" You didn't appear uncomfortable by the action, and the only person you smiled like that when you hugged was him. Jonathan's gaze turned over.

"Hey! Nice to officially meet you. I'm Jonathan." He held out his hand, and Ratchet just looked at it.

"Ray."

He responded in a monotone. Your brows furrow at the hostility.

"Okay!"

Jonathan pulled back his hand, directing his gaze back to you. The conversation carried on, and you'd offer a word of two to get Ratchet to pitch in, but he'd just give one word replies. Jonathan eventually left, not before getting a glare from Ratchet.

"Hey are you okay?" He wasn't usually so standoffish.

"I'm fine." He didn't elaborate further. So you took his word for it. Getting back to work.

~

The question was itching him all day. A part of him knew it wasn't his place to question who you talked to. But he disliked how comfortable you were with the man. Sitting in the cafe, you ate your lunch, titling your head with a smile.

"What's on your mind, you've been giving me that look since we sat down. "

Maybe he wasn't as good at masking his emotions as he initially thought.

"That man from earlier, you have feelings for him." Ratchet's question catches you a little off guard. He refuses to look at you, and you slow your step.

"Guy..oh you mean Jonathan! Trust me we're just friends."

"I don't like the way he looks at you."

"Ratchet, he has a wife." He blinks.

"I get why you would think that, we are close. I'm his daughter's godmother. We're like family. I'm the one that helped plan his proposal. "

"Oh." you can't help but laugh as you take a seat in the cafeteria.

"I know you're protective but you don't have to worry, I can take care of myself. "

It was a bit flattering, if you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was jealous.

"My mistake." He covers. You nibble on your snack, glancing at him.

"If..if I was interested in someone, would he care?"

You have half a mind to ask him, but what if you're wrong.

"You sound a bit jealous, Ratchet." you tried to play it off as a joke.

"I am." your cheeks flushed at his honesty. He didn't look the least bit embarrassed.

"Y-You really don't have to be." you hesitate for a split second, but then you reach over, taking his hand on the table. He looks down.

"I promise you I have no feelings for him."

Why were you trying so hard to reassure him, better yet, you should have just said the one you had feelings for was sitting right in front of you. Ratchet links your fingers, a satisfied look on his face.

"Very well, I suppose there is no need for me to worry then."

Gosh, this guy wasn't trying to give you a heart attack with that smile. You just nod bashfully.

"Yeah."

You can't say much more, because the rest of the break that you have, you spend with your hands linked.

That morning coming into work was somewhat stressful. Most of your usual routes were blocked off. The traffic was hell and when you finally managed to get on the main road, you'd almost hit a guy who you spent at least fifteen minutes trying to console just so you wouldn't lose your cool and drop kick him. The second you enter, you smile at the receptionist.

"You wouldn't believe what happened this morning."

You don't get a response, so you look up. She isn't the only one distracted. A few of the patients as well as the staff are staring at the television screen. You turn, heart dropping at the headlines.

"Last of the Aliens Captured."

"We've reprimanded the last of the threats. Rest assured, all autobots and decepticons allike will be eliminated. We will regain control of our planet. "

"And that's James Savoy with the CIA. Head in the lead for the alien threats. Tragedy, what once was an alliance has turned into a gruesome battle. Back to you John."

"That's crazy right." you don't fully hear her voice, because you're already rushing back out the door.

"(Y/N)!!!"

"I'm taking a sick day!"

Your hands slam against the door as you file outside. The second you get there, you move to your car, throwing your purse and cell phone inside, grabbing a hoodie and a pair of combat boots. You'd hoped you would never have to resort to violence, but it seemed that was the only language you spoke.

The worst part was, you could no longer sense Optimus or Ratchet. Wherever they were holding them was locked down tightly, and it had to have been with the help of cybertronian hardware.

"Hypocrites."

Here they were preaching peace, yet they still joined with the thing they claimed was a threat. Sliding off your scrub top, you zipped up your jacket, changing out your shoes. Lacing the boots, your head turned in the parking lot.

You need to find a computer, or some kind of feed connected. It would be easy to locate where the CIA operated, if they refused to give you what you wanted, then you'd have no choice. Taking off in a sprint, you set out for your trip.

"You picked the wrong person to make an enemy. "

He would see just that pretty soon.

~~~~

"Sir, we've secured the area. No one in or out. Lockdown has left with the autobots that remained."

"God job, our alliance is done once we've ensured they are all dead."

James stood in the corporate building, watching the computers that held a profile of all the autobots they knew about. The secluded area was the best place to work. Destroying the aliens was all he truly cared about. With any lock, he could get the others out there to kill themselves. Autobots and Decepticons were natural enemies. When the dust cleared, he'd clean up the mess.

"Savoy!!"

His head turned at the alarms that were now blaring. The entire room lit up a bright red, and the soldiers scrambled around to grab their weapons.

"What's going on!!"

"There's an unidentified vehicle approaching, sir there's been a breach on the other side of the building. The wall has been shattered. "

"How!"

He hadn't even heard an explosion. Sure enough, one followed, and the entire room shook. James ducked, rushing to a more stable area. The second he got behind a wall, the door right in front of him was blown right off its hinges.

Yells echoed, and others took cover, pointing their weapons at the opening that was now formed. The small figure that entered through the rubble was not what any of them expected. Your boots crunched against the concrete, and James lifted his eyes in confusion.

"Where are they?"

Now fully inside, the men around looked hesitant. They'd been expecting an army, but it was just a single woman. Who wasn't even carrying any weapons.

"How did you find us?" James asked. He stepped a bit closer, but your expression didn't change.

"You have five seconds to tell me where they are." He smirked.

"You evade a government facility and now you're making demands, do you not realize the situation you're in? We have you surrounded. "

"I'm not too worried about that. Where did you take Ratchet and Optimus?" Now that he was really looking you over, you could tell he was putting it together.

"It's you, you're that woman from the roof." He'd probably spent months trying to find you.

"Are you proud of yourself, you're betraying not just your country, but your government. For what, a bunch of scrap metal."

"I don't give a shit about this government. Your government is the one that took away my childhood. The entire system is filled with narcissists and con men. Preaching views that they don't fully support. Anything to make a quick buck at the expense of others. Ruthless, uncaring, Just like you. "

They braced their weapons, ready to fire when given the order.

"How willing do you think your soldiers will be when they find out the truth?" His eyes narrowed.

"I'm sure they're all here obeying like dogs because they have faith in this cause, but do you Mr. Savoy?"

You took a few steps over to the computer that was connected to the wall. Lifting your hand, a blue light shot out from your palms, and the screen lit up, a recording playing.

"These soldiers are dumber than the citizens that live in this country. All we have to do is gather up that energy from those machines, get our cut and then bury the evidence. "

There was laughter in the background from some other men. But the voice of the man speaking was clear. A few of the soldiers didn't look as sure. A few of them lowered their weapons. You could see the anger that began to rise on a few of their faces.

James looked anything but pleased.

"Sir?"

"It's fake, soldier! Shoot her!" He barked.

"Oh, trust me, those news reporters are evaluating the authenticity of that clip. You really should be careful, it's a brand new world. Technology is changing Lieutenant. "

You smirked, and he drew his gun, firing at you aggressively. You barely flinched, and when he saw neither a dent or shot on your body, he didn't understand it. You shoved your hand into the monitor of the computer, and they all watched as the electricity traveled from the screen, right up your arm. Your eyes closed, and you took a breath, removing your hand from the scrap.

"I found him. " You looked back, spotting the slight fear on James's face.

"What the hell...are you.."

"That's a question you should ask your government."

You turned your back to him, walking where you entered. With the coordinates you held, you could find Optimus, save him. With James's reputation now put on display for the world to see, you knew it was only a matter of time before his very government threw him away, just like they'd done for everything else they didn't want to take responsibility for.  

"I'm coming for you, please, hold on."

You prayed that you made it in time.

"You'll need to blend in. Once your wounds heal, moving around should be easier." You place the shopping bags on the floor in front of him.

"What?" He questions when you watch him expectantly,

"It's clothes for you to change. I'm running out of loose t-shirts to loan you. Blend in remember. "

He still looks at the bags suspiciously. 

"You want me to dress like a human."

"News flash, right now you are human. Word of advice: don't say stuff like that when we're in public. "

"You still have yet to explain how you turned me human."

He's been somewhat obedient after your little truce. For the first week he could barely move around, so it was a given he stayed inside. As time progressed, he was getting more active. His right leg was still partially injured. 

He did his best to hide it, but you saw the way he leaned a little too much on his right, or limped around when he thought you weren't paying attention. Since he was on the road to recovery, he needed to go somewhere other than to and from the restroom or bath. Thank goodness he had a general idea of the human anatomy, you really didn't want to explain that area to him.

"We can do that later, right now you need to focus. You can't stay inside forever, my neighbours are gonna get suspicious. I don't want people thinking I'm holding a man hostage in my home. If we draw even the slightest attention to ourselves it could bring those soldiers right back to us."

Just the mention of them had him clenching his fists. For now, he'd have to play along, even if he didn't truly like it.

"I understand. What would you like me to do?"

"Get dressed, you start your first day of work today."

"W-Work!"

"Yep, you got five minutes. Make it snappy, and don't forget the tie."

~~~~

Ratchet scanned the hall you stood in as you smiled at the woman in reception. She glimpsed his way, but he gave no smile or warm greeting. Every time someone walked past his body would tense up. When you were done getting what you needed, you turned back to him, ushering him away.

"Why are we at a treatment center?"

"Hospital." You corrected, handing him the scrubs.

"I'm a head nurse, and you'll be my assistant. Optimus told me you were the medic of the team, so this worked out perfectly. It's like faith.” 

You held out the stack of papers.

"Got all your paperwork here," you lean over with a smirk. 

"The government isn't the only one who's good at falsifying stuff. You'll thank me later." you giggle to yourself, sifting through the documents.

"I can't treat humans."

"Sure you can." you reply, waving him off.

Ratchet took your hand, pulling you to the side.

"I cannot fix human injuries, I specialize in cybertronian wounds. "

"You're like a walking computer, just like download data or something to your brain. As long as you aren't hacking the pentagon you're fine. They won't know the difference, trust me." about to brush him off, his hold tightens. You assume it's another complaint about that of the human kind, but his eyes look almost lost.

"I..I cannot do this.." 

It's then that you realize that his hand is shaking. You feel stupid now. You take his hand, guiding him away to your office. When you're safely inside, you close the door.

"Ratchet, look at me."

His shaky gaze moves in your direction. Now that you're not in a populated area, he's calm.

"I promise you nothing is going to happen. I'm going to protect you. No one will hurt you, not again. This situation isn't ideal, but it's the only way I can help. We need to seem as normal as possible. "

He felt useless. Here he was, a warrior, scared.

"Alright."

You give him a little squeeze.

"All you have to do is shadow me, don't stray too far okay. Be vague with any questions that the staff might ask, and don't do anything to draw attention."

"Yes."

You would never think he'd be so obedient, but with his life on the line it's natural that he would be that way.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

You're confident in the words you say, and he's a bit shocked at how readily he believes it. Believe you. The last thing he thought he'd do was trust anymore humans.

"Thank you, (Y/N)."

You flush at that, and the redness of your cheeks confuses him.

"Are you alright, your pulse has increased."

You shuffle back. "Y-Yeah I'm fine."

Shit, that caught you off guard. That was the first time he'd used your name.

"Let's get to work."

You don't want to give him a chance to read you again. He may be an alien, but he's not an idiot.

"Interesting."

(It'll be TFA cause I don't do TFP yet I'm still watching season 1)

Ratchet was regretting his decision to go for a drive and he was really regretting bringing you along. If he had known Lockdown was out and about looking to cause some trouble he would've told you to stay at the base.

But here you two were, tied together and trapped in a very small room just waiting to be crushed by the walls slowly moving in on you two.

Yeah he wanted to be closer to you...against you...but not like this. And especially since he isn't even sure you feel the same way. Actually he's convinced you could never love a grumpy old bot like him. Not that he'll ever know now though.

He's disappointed and disgusted in himself for being thankful that his last moments are going to be with you, he knows he should be focusing on a way to get you both out of this, or at least just you out of this, but damn if having your body so close against his isn't distracting, especially when you wiggle around trying to find a way to get free from the binds.

Lockdown could've at least tied the two of you back to back, the proper way of tying up hostages, but no, he had to put your front against his. At least if you two do die here you'll be the last thing he sees.

No!

He quickly banishes that thought. He has to get you out at least, you're too young to die right now, especially with him.

After a few minutes of trying to struggle your way out of the binds you start crying.

"Hey, y/n," Ratchet begins, "It's going to be alright, I'll get you out of here. Ok?"

"How?" You ask sobbing.

"I'll think of something. Even if I can't leave I will make sure you're at least safe."

"No, we to get out together!" You protest with tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I know that but we have to be aware that that may not happen."

"Ratchet I'm not going to leave you here if I get free!" "I...I appreciate that you don't want to leave me behind y/n, but it might be the only option." His face grows grim as more tears begin to fall from your face onto his chassis.

"No I don't wanna leave you behind! I love you!" You scream out and continue sobbing.

Ratchet's spark nearly stops at the sudden outburst, but then begins to pulse and let off a soft hum as his cheeks start to glow pink.

"You...you do?" He asks, confusion lacing his vocalizer.

You sniff, "Yes. I have for a while. I wanted to tell you soon but not like this." Your voice is cracking with sorrow.

He looks down at you against his chassis, optics softening at the sight of you crying against him.

"I...I love you too. And I promise I'll get us both out of here."

"FINALLY!" A familiar voice groans over the intercom.

The walls stop moving.

"Guess all my work here is done." You realize the voice belongs to Lockdown.

"I gave Prowl a tip that you two were here so he'll be here soon. Which means I'll be leaving you two alone now. Have fun kids." The intercom cuts off and you two can hear a wall breaking and the sound of a car revving and taking off.

"What...just happened?" Ratchet asks with more confusion than before.

You move through the forest carefully, making sure not to leave any trail that could be followed by another human.

You swat at the mosquitoes trying to bite you. You’re happy that Fall is just around the corner. You know your boyfriend is probably not as happy about it but that’s why you’re making this trip today.

You grip tight to the large gold colored box you're holding. It’s very glittery and has a neat red bow around it that you tied onto it yourself. You really hope your boyfriend will like your gift.

It feels a bit weird calling him a boyfriend sometimes since he’s old and isn’t human. If you call him that out loud he usually gets flustered and goes quiet. It’s actually a really cute sight, seeing a big half-robot half-snake creature getting flustered just because of a tiny human.

You’re still not exactly sure where he came from. Space? Heaven? Hell? Somewhere deep from within the Earth? It doesn’t matter really, you love him no matter where he came from. Is he an alien, an angel, a God, or a Demon? Doesn’t matter. You just know him as your big, grumpy, red milk snake-robot boyfriend that lives in the forest and eats rats and birds.

You finally make it to his lair, brushing back the vines from his cave deep in the woods.

“Ratchet? Are you home?” You ask, voice echoing through the cave.

“Ehhhmm” He responds back with his busy grunt.

You walk deeper into the cave and reach his den to see him hunched down messing with something at his workbench.

“Hey hon.” You stroll up and give him a kiss on the cheek as his tongue flickers.

“I’m busy.” Is his response but you can clearly see his cheeks glowing pink and his tongue flick faster.

“I can see that.” You say plopping down on his big nest made of leaves. “What are you working on?”

“Antivenom.”

“Oh? For what?” You tilt your head slightly.

“For you.” He grumbles, cheeks glowing pinker.

“But you aren’t venomous? Why would I need it? Unless you’ve seen some snakes around here that I might accidentally step on I don’t see why I’d need that.”

“Well there are snakes native to this area that do have venom…” He pauses for a moment, “But this is just in case the Repticons find me and try to hurt you.”

“Oh, yeah, those were the bad snake robots right? The ones you were telling me stories about.”

“Yeah. I’ll need you to keep this with you just in case you run into one.” He turns and slithers over to you to hand you the vial of antivenom. You stuff it in a safe part of your backpack.

“I have something for you too!” You excitedly jump up and hand him the gift box.

He takes the box and slithers back over to his workbench to open it carefully, revealing a large red and white scarf with hints of black in it that he holds up and tilts his head at.

“It’s a scarf!” You say with enthusiasm, “It’ll help you stay warm this Fall and Winter.” You walk over to take the scarf and wrap it around him.

“Oh, well thank you.” He responds patting the scarf.

“You’re welcome.” You raise up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “I made it white and red with hints of black to match your scales too.”

“You made this yourself?!” He looks at you with shock.

“Yeah!”

He pats the scarf some more. “That’s… that’s pretty impressive.” He whispers, cheeks glowing again.

“Thank you," You smile at him. “Now come on,” You say walking over and laying down on his nest, patting the spot beside you, “I bet you haven’t slept at all, you need to rest.”

He sighs. You’re right, he hasn’t slept at all today or last night. You look up, giving him puppy dog eyes, and he has no choice but to give in.

He slithers in beside you and you wrap an arm around him, snuggling into his neck as he lets out as small hum. He takes the scarf and wraps it around both of you before curling himself against you for a nap.