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Gifts	By : Orial Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Transformers – Gifts
Author: Orial
Summery: Wheeljack wants to give Ratchet the gift of a family, even if it means taking on the roll of spark-bearer himself.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wheeljack/Ratchet
Warnings: Slash, Het, Gender Switch, 'Pregnancy'/spark bearing
Author's Note: Wanted to have some love for Ratchet and Jack, not that I don't give them enough love as it is, but yeah. To be blunt, the idea is Wheeljack becoming a femme to give Ratchet an actual child, of course I'm adding in the Dinobots so they can have a 'little sibling'. Uh yeah....complicated, makes no sense, but that's the way I work! Enjoy! X3
Disclaimer: I own Ratchet and Jack's child (name and sex still in limbo) and that be all. All else belongs to Hasbro, please don't sue! I'm a poor college student! O.O

Chapter One:

“Aaah...!” Ratchet arched his back as Wheeljack dug his fingers into the paneling on his thigh. Wheeljack panted, his mask slid off as he watched as his and Ratchet's sparks danced together as their chests separated slightly. Smiling, Ratchet pulled the engineer back down into a fierce kiss, wrapping his arm around his waist. Wheeljack gasped as their sparks pushed together, their cores brushing nearly sending the engineer over the edge.

“Oh Primus, Ratch!” Wheeljack hissed, trying hard to keep his voice down. Ratchet growled low in his vocal processors keeping Wheeljack still as their pulsing sparks nearly became one. Gasping as their cores brushed for a final time, Ratchet and Wheeljack’s optics slipped off line, their sparks and shells exhausted from their energetic merging. Slipping a hand down to close Ratchet's spark casing and chest plates, Wheeljack collapsed next to him, slowly cuddling up to his best friend and bond mate. Ratchet chuckled softly and closed Wheeljack's chest panels.

“Y'know what Jack...?” Ratchet asked looking at the engineer. Wheeljack opened his optics and smiled sighing.

“What?” Ratchet yawned and rubbed his face slightly.

“I don't regret anything, even giving up a family, for you. I love you, Jack...” Ratchet ran his red hand down Wheeljack's face, his optics slipping back off line as he began to slip into recharge. Wheeljack slowly frowned, his shoulders slumping, mulling over what the medic had said. Holding close, Wheeljack slipped into a light recharge, his mind already planning.

OOooOO
“Wheeljack? Where the pit are you?” Ratchet grumbled wondering where the engineer had gone too. Prime had wanted to see the officers and when Ratchet realized that Wheeljack was missing from their shared quarters that morning, he knew that he was going to have to hunt him down. Growling under his breath he saw Grimlock up ahead heading for the targeting area. “Grimlock! Wait up!”

“Yes, Ratchet?” asked the giant tilting his head to one side, pausing to wait for his creator to catch up.

“Have you seen Wheeljack? We have a meeting in less than an hour and I can't find him.” Grimlock blinked and shrugged.

“Him Wheeljack leave for Cybertron this morning. Him leave you message on office door.” Ratchet hit his forehead and sighed.

“Should have figured that it would be in the one place I usually look first. Thanks Grimlock.” Grimlock's optic visor brightened in his way of smiling.

“It no problem, Ratchet. Have fun at meeting,” Grimlock said rather sarcastically, knowing full well his creator despised these weekly meetings. Ratchet waved his hand over his shoulder and sighed.

“Yeah yeah...don't remind me,” he grumbled. Walking back to his office, Ratchet noticed the message that was showing on his computer screen. Shaking his head he read it over and sighed. Wheeljack was off to his lab to retrieve a few more items for some strange experiment, no doubt. The note also pointed out that Wheeljack had plans to visit Vector Sigma. Shaking his head, he would have to talk to his bond mate when he returned and ask him why he would visit such a seemingly unrelated place.

OOooOO

Wheeljack lugged his baggage down the many levels of Cybertron to reach the chamber of Vector Sigma. It would be an awkward discussion, to say the least ,with Alpha Trion. He knew that such an experiment would risk his own life, if he wasn't extremely careful. Setting his bag down, he walked up to Vector Sigma. As shimmering slight came from the massive computer, Wheeljack tried to stay calm.

“Wheeljack...what can I do for you?” Alpha Trion's voice came from the computer, as a holographic version of his form appeared.

“Well...I need some information. I want to know how I could...how I could allow my spark to bear.” The holographic Alpha Trion blinked in shock and raised an optic ridge.

“Well, that is definitely an...interesting request. May I ask why?” Wheeljack sighed and chuckled a little.

“I...I want to give my bond mate a child. Ratchet deserves it. He gave up a family for me. Even though we have the Dinobots, and we love them, it's not quite the same.” Wheeljack shrugged a little unsure what the aged mech would think. After all, Alpha Trion was the other creator of Orion Pax, Optimus Prime's original designation. Alpha stroked his chin and smiled slowly.

“All right. It will be dangerous and you must be careful with how you go about with it.” Wheeljack nodded in agreement.

“I've been doing some research on my own spark, so hopefully there won't be any problems.” Alpha Trion smiled and chuckled.

“Very well, I'll tell you all that I can that will help you.”

OOooOO

Wheeljack returned from Cybertron with plenty of knowledge of how to continue with his idea. As soon as he got back into the Ark, though, Ratchet was waiting his arms crossed over his chest.

“So, what was so important on Cybertron that you decided to leave me high and dry at the meeting?” Wheeljack would have turned white at the reminder if he could.

“Oh....slag! Sorry! I came up with something last night and I completely forgot! I SWEAR I'll make it up to you!” Wheeljack slipped his mask aside and gave him a quick kiss, smiling softly. Ratchet sighed and returned the affection shaking his head.

“It's no big deal, you would have been as bored as ever. Red Alert nearly filibustered the entire meeting. So what did you go up there for?” Ratchet turned and began to walk back to Wheeljack's lab, the engineer following.

“I wanted to get a few more instruments for a little experiment I'm gonna start.” Ratchet gave Wheeljack a worried and exasperated look.

“Do NOT blow yourself up, Wheeljack, I'm begging you. I've had enough problems with the twins lately. Not to mention Slag has been playing rough with Grimlock.” Wheeljack frowned worriedly.

“Is Grimlock okay?”

“Grimlock's fine, it's Slag who has the headache. Grimlock wasn't in any mood to play, to be blunt.” Wheeljack winched at the mental image. Slag was at times too aggressive even for Grimlock who often sparred with the triceratops to keep him out of trouble, and often payed the price from the tyrannosaur.

“Still hasn't learned has he?” Wheeljack asked entering his lab and putting his bag down on a free table. Ratchet nodded and sighed.

“Nope. So what's this new experiment of yours?” Ratchet helped the engineer unpack his equipment. Wheeljack shrugged and put some other minor experiments and projects away.

“Still in the beginning stages of planning, and it's really not so much as an experiment as it is research.” Ratchet looked over and nodded.

“On what?”

“Just random things on physiology...” Ratchet gave him a slightly panicked look.

“You're not going to be putting yourself in said 'research' are you?!” Wheeljack grinned nervously and nodded.

“I promise it won't be anything dangerous! I've already gone through some computer simulations and I know what not to do. Trust me.” Ratchet went over and grabbed Wheeljack by the shoulders.

“Promise me, Wheeljack. Promise me you aren't going to do anything stupid to yourself.” Wheeljack blinked and nodded smiling.

“Promise.” Ratchet studied his bond mate's face and sighed finally letting him go.

“Good.” Ratchet sighed and blinked hearing some ruckus coming from his med bay. Covering his face with one hand he growled something under his breath and headed out.

“Have fun, Ratch!” Wheeljack cried smiling. Ratchet sighed and gave him a look.

“Yeah. I'm holding you to your promise, Wheeljack.” Wheeljack nodded and watched as he left, sighing and frowning a bit. He would break that promise and it didn't sit well with him. Shaking off his thoughts he quickly closed his lab door and turned on his warning light that Inferno had put up outside his door. Turning around and facing his lab, he began his work.

OOooOO

Wheeljack spent three days in his lab, and was nearing the final test. The hardest part was to actually get scans of his own spark, which meant going behind Ratchet's back. He finally retrieved the scans he needed without Ratchet knowing anything. He was very nervous when the time came, and had to take several pauses to keep his hands from shaking as he was just about to add the final chemical to the mixture. Just as he turned to get a hypodermic, the mixture of chemicals began to react violently. Spinning around in shock he rushed over to try and contain the reaction.

“SLAG!” Wheeljack tried to contain the reaction as the chemicals began to evaporate into a thick gas. As he rushed to get tongs to take the beaker to the chemical hood, the reaction turned explosive. Shards of glass pierced into his back and the little chemical that remained liquid spayed everywhere as the gas expanded to fill the room. Knocked onto his chest from the blast, Wheeljack coughed as the gas was forced into his system. Pain began to radiate from his spark and he curled up into the fetal position. He could feel his spark shifting in it's chamber, and even his frame began to change. Staring at his arms in shock and wonderment, they began to thin and become feminine. Instead of being horrified, Wheeljack was instead wishing he could record this. Perhaps that's why Ratchet had always said he was too scientific to be scared. Slowly he passed out from lack of breathable air and the painful transformation he was going through. Slumping, he finally gave into the stasis.

OOooOO

Ratchet sighed and was just about to start his paper work when he heard the explosion from Wheeljack's lab. Sighing and grumbling under his breath he got up and began to prepare for his partner's eventual appearance in his medical bay. Expecting to hear Wheeljack's curse of failure as he walked down the hall, Ratchet slowly began to frown. Ratchet heard other feet running up the hall, heavy feet, large feet.

“Ratchet!” Swoop burst into the Med Bay looking panicked. “Wheeljack's door won't open! It stuck! Me Swoop smell smoke!”

“SLAG!” Ratchet bolted by the taller Dinobot and down the hall way to Wheeljack's lab. Arriving at the lab, Ratchet quickly tried to punch the emergency code to open the door in. Growling as it failed he ripped the panel off and hot wired the door, finally allowing it to open. Coughing as the smoke began to billow out, Ratchet reached around the corner and activated the emergency fans and fire foam. Unbeknown to the CMO the fire foam helped to quell the violent reaction of the chemicals remaining. Covering his mouth as the smoke quickly was dispelled into an emergency vent system that would contain the chemical smoke and be decontaminated, Ratchet entered the lab. Behind him Swoop did the same, following his creator.

“Wheeljack?” Swoop called worriedly. Ratchet turned and ushered Swoop back out.

“Swoop, stay out, I don't want you getting hurt if something has gone wrong. Go back to the Med Bay and get an emergency kit ready.” Swoop frowned but nodded and rushed back. Ratchet returned to searching the still clearing Lab. “Wheeljack! Can you hear me?” Ratchet headed towards the back of the lab and saw Wheeljack's feet sticking out from behind a table. Seeing that the form wasn't moving, Ratchet rushed over and knelt down. “Wheeljack! Wake up! Wheel...jack...?!” turning him over, Ratchet was speechless. It was Wheeljack, no doubt was in his mind, but far too delicate. The hands and limbs were thiner, even Wheeljack's face shared the same description, but it was the chest of his bond mate that had changed the most. It had the arched armor of a femme.

Though humans believed that the 'breast' looking armor on the chest of femmes served no purpose, it did in Transformers. It allowed for the femme to bear a spark safely, giving it room to develop, and also was a heavier armor, so that in battle there would be a chance of survival.

Ratchet stared at his bond mate and touched the side of the helmet. Shaking himself out of his shock he quickly dragged his hand down to hi...her neck. Feeling that she had a strong magnetic frequency, Ratchet slipped into his medical mode, and quickly lifted up the lighter form and rushed back to his bay. Once out of the smoke, Ratchet looked down at his arms, it was Wheeljack, he could feel the connection they shared through they're spark bond. Though the helmet was slightly different, the 'ears' that flashed in synchrony with Wheeljack's words were smaller, and set back at a slight angle, as well as a missing face mask, Ratchet knew his love's face. Rushing to his med bay, Ratchet put Wheeljack down on the berth that Swoop had set up to the best of his ability and minimal training.

“That...that Wheeljack?” Swoop gaped at the femme, his face registering recognition and confusion. Ratchet nodded and quickly began to run scans over the prone Autobot.

“Yeah, it is. I don't know what he did to himself, but I swear I'll strangle him when he wakes up...” Swoop blinked and frowned, taking a minute to realize that Ratchet was expressing his unique affection for his bond mate. Swoop frowned and tried to help his creator. Ratchet frowned and finished his scans of Wheeljack and became sure that Wheeljack was hale, other than the physiology, and strange chemicals flowing throughout her system. Slowly, his best friend began to wake up.

“Oh...I think I fucked up...” Wheeljack said, her voice only slightly higher. Ratchet chewed on the inside of his lip and took a deep breath.

“Wheeljack...what happened?” Wheeljack looked up and swallowed, slowing sitting up, sighing a bit.

“Uh...surprise...?” she said a smile lacing her voice. Ratchet gaped at him and rubbed his head in confusion.

“Surprise? That's all you have to say?! What the hell happened to you Jack!?”

“Wheeljack femme now...why?” Swoop asked quietly, looking at her. Wheeljack sighed and sat up a bit, Swoop helping her.

“I...” Pausing to try and figure out how to tell Ratchet. Slowly the idea came to her to at least tell him a little lie. “I was working on some mild experiments on some physiological changes. There was a reaction that I couldn't contain and...” Wheeljack shrugged and tried to look as innocent as possible. Swoop blinked and looked to Ratchet, who looked at her and grumbled.

“Okay...you're an idiot, I hope you know that. But other than that...I'm glad you're okay.” Wheeljack smiled and chuckled as Ratchet playfully smacked her upside the head. Ratchet sighed and shook his head at his bond mate.

“So...Wheeljack stay like this forever...?” Swoop asked, curious as to what would happen to the Dinobots' other creator. Ratchet looked to Wheeljack, who shrugged.

“I would think it wouldn't be permanent,” she said shrugging a bit. “I doubt that the chemicals I used would stay in my system for long. Eventually it'll be flushed from my system and the physical changes will go back. At least that's what would make sense...” Ratchet went to his more advanced medical kit and returned to Wheeljack's bedside with a more advanced scanner. Running it over her, Ratchet frowned.

“As far as the scanners can pick up, the chemicals are still strong. We'll need to keep you under observation. Are you feeling all right though?” Wheeljack nodded and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Yeah, I'm feeling fine. Just getting used to being this way.”

“All right, we'll have to let everyone know. Last thing I want is someone hitting on you not knowing who you are.” Wheeljack and Swoop laughed a bit, and Wheeljack looked up at the CMO.

“They do, I'll hit them. Just because I'm physically a femme, doesn't mean anythings changed.” Swoop chuckled and leaned down whispering loudly into Wheeljack's audio.

“Me think that Ratchet jealous.” Wheeljack chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“I'm not jealous...I just don't want anyone else staring at my bond mate!” Ratchet gave the two of them a dark look.

“That's called jealousy, Ratch. I mean who wouldn't want to take a look at my new form?” Wheeljack got up and showed off her body to her bond mate, who stared and tried not to act so unnerved. Wheeljack burst out laughing at his look.

“The look on your face is precious!” Ratchet huffed and looked at Wheeljack.

“Well it's a bit of a shocker,” Ratchet said looking her in the eye. “You're lucky I'm bi...” he said lowering his voice, and hiding a sensual smile from Swoop. “Either way, we need to inform at least Optimus.”

“Me Swoop go tell Dinobots, get that out of way,” Swoop said eagerly before leaving the two alone in the med bay. Ratchet watched as Swoop left before turning to Wheeljack. Quickly taking his bond mate by the shoulders he kissed her deeply. Wheeljack gasped but kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him eagerly. Breaking off the kiss, Ratchet sighed and glared at his bond mate.

“I don't know what I'm going to do with you, 'Jack...” Wheeljack blinked and smiled a little nervously.

“W-what do you mean?” Wheeljack looked at him, chewing her lip a bit.

“I'm not an idiot, Wheeljack...I went to Cybertron and talked to Alpha Trion. He told me what you were going to do. I don't know either to kiss you or hit you.” Wheeljack smiled and chuckled a little.

“Well, I'd hope it'd be the former. So...do...do you...?” Ratchet chuckled and kissed her again.

“Of course. Although I have to say that you didn't have to do this. I'm happy with the way our family is, we have the Dinobots and each other.” Ratchet smiled and touched his forehead to hers. “It would make our family complete. But don't you EVER pull something like this again without talking to me!” Wheeljack winched but laughed kissing him deeply and smiling.

“Promise. For real this time...” Ratchet sighed and shook his head smiling.

“Good...so come on. I'll kick your aft after every thing's back to normal.”
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