Fanfic update one hehe (look at tags for extra comments)
So this is just the first chapter.. nothing too major yet.. a LOT of fluff and definitely some Optiratch.
Speaking of which. Optimus and Ratchet are conjunxes in this fanfic :3
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It had been a few cycles since the whole⌠Synth-en event⌠During those days.. Ratchet had been in the med-bay recovering, despite his grumbling about being on âbed restâ. Occasionally, the others would visit, whether that was to offer Ratchet energon or if they just wanted to keep him company.
Thankfully it made things somewhat less bland in the med-bay..
Today was like any other. Ratchet was laying in the medical berth with a data pad in his hand as he was going over it. He shifted, somewhat uncomfortable.. His damaged plating was starting to bother him again.
It was never much.. It just itched a little. Which annoyed him.. A lot.. However all he could do was ignore it.
Ratchet skimmed over the same line a few times before realizing, something he only did when he was clearly bored.
Much to his relief that boredom wouldnât last much longer.
The sound of the med-bay doors opening with a soft whoosh, stirred Ratchet from his thoughts as he set the data pad down and turned to look at whoever came in..
Bumblebee stood there with Raf perched on his shoulder. Ratchetâs scowl from his earlier annoyance quickly melted.. He always did have a soft spot for the young scout and the strangely talented child.
âHeya Ratchet! Feeling any better?â Raf asked.
âI suppose..â Ratchet replied vaguely.
Bumblebee walked over and sat down on the ground in front of Ratchetâs berth. He let out a long beep.
âIâm fine BeeâŚâ Ratchet said with a small huff.
Bumblebee gave him a questioning look, which Ratchet rolled his optics in response to.
âHas Optimus or the others gotten back yet?â Raf asked, shifting on Bumblebeeâs shoulder with a thoughtful look.
âNo. Have they really been gone that long?â Ratchet tilted his helm slightly.
âA few hours by now..â Raf responded. âMe and Bumblebee will go try to see if they will respond to their com-links..â
Ratchet simply waved them off as they left.. Instead, he just stared at the wall for a moment before deciding to get some rest.
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The sound of the med-bay doors opening again, awoke Ratchet from recharge and he turned to meet Optimusâ gaze.. With a bit of a struggle, Ratchet lifted himself up so that he was sitting rather than lying down.
âGuessing you just got back?â Ratchet remarked.
Optimusâ smile was light. Something even Ratchet rarely got to see.
Yet whenever he did smile, it made Ratchetâs spark beat faster, a feeling he never quite got used to despite the fact they were conjunxes..
âDonât give me that look, you sap..â Ratchet grumbled half-heartedly.
âI do not know what you mean, my dearest Ratchet.â Optimus teased lightly.
Ratchet rolled his optics but clearly wasnât actually upset with him.
âYes you do.â Ratchet felt his faceplate get slightly warmer. They always did whenever Optimus called him that..
âPerhaps I do.. However I simply came to see how my beloved medic is doing..â
Ratchet grumbled quietly.. Optimus walked over and sat beside the medical berth and carefully took hold of Ratchetâs servos in his.
âIâm fine.. Just really restless..â Ratchet replied.
Optimus studied him for a moment.. Trying to see if he was lying.. However he only found the honest truth. Which pleased him.
Ratchet raised an optic ridge at him.
âWerenât you restless when you were sick?â
Optimus frowned at that.
âFair.. I was very restless. I suppose you have a point..â
Ratchet grinned. âCourse I do.â
âHave you refueled today?â Optimus tilted his head, studying Ratchet for a moment before tracing a digit along the seams of Ratchetâs servo.
âArcee and Jack brought me some earlier..â
Ratchet glanced down at his servo, turning it over to intertwine his digits with Optimusâ
âFor someone so composed.. You can be quite clingy..â
Optimus let out a small laugh at that.
âPerhaps..â
Ratchet gave him a deadpan stare. âOh I know you are..â
Ratchetâs stare quickly turned into a grin.
âA clingy sap is what you are-â
Ratchet stiffened when Optimus pressed a light kiss to the side of his faceplate. Ratchetâs face turned a darker gray than the rest of his face.
âSee.. You're just proving my point..â
Ratchet huffed half-heartedly..
