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Chapter 13: Prognosis
Sunstreaker balled his hands into fists so they wouldn’t shake.
He could run away or punch Ratchet in the face and then run away. He didn’t see that solving much except for him getting thrown into the brig before his medical examination.
This was going to happen. There was no denying it. There was no way to hide it… unless it was too soon for anyone to tell. The little thing was no longer nestled up against his spark after all, but in his chamber and he doubted that the medic was going to stick his hand up there and grope around.
… Though Ratchet could be very thorough, there was no denying that.
Swallowing, he noticed that it was one of the shifting berths he had been lead to, the kind that folded at a tilt so a mech could prop up his knees had have his inner mechism examined or their spark … or their valve if the knees were propped up.
Sunstreaker legs went numb at the prospect.
“Well,” said the medic, still looking confident from their earlier discussion. “On the table. Make yourself comfortable. We have a few things to check today.”
Sunstreaker, whose hand had just gingerly been placed on the berth to keep away the horror of what was to come, looked up and choked, “We?”
Ratchet, turned and gave him a look, “Yes, we. I will not leave a lesson half complete. Now sit down. First Aid will be by to hook you up into the berth in order to read your vitals and see if there are any viruses bouncing around in there making you sick or if it was a … mental… ailment of late.”
Frowning hard, Sunstreaker almost walked out of there in an angry fit but Ratchet quickly noticed glare at the word mental and added, “Not that that is a bad thing, Sunstreaker. As long as those emotions are sorting themselves out in a healthy manner. There is nothing wrong with expressing them.”
The silence might have unsettled a lesser mech, but Ratchet had neither the time nor the patience for such glowering and headed off to get his tools. First Aid, in exchange, came up behind him and gave Sunny a nervous look, the front-liner optics glowing harshly as an expression of his mood.
The young medic shrunk back, noticing the threat, and actually took a step back when he slammed into something. First Aid immediately turned around and choked on his words, “Oh, Swoop. Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
“No you wouldn’t see Swoop. Swoop behind you. It’s okay,” said the flier as he turned to look at Sunstreaker, asking First Aid, “Why Sunstreaker still standing there. He’s supposed to be getting hooked up?”
First Aid looked over his shoulder at the Lamborghini, a whine almost being birthed in his throat as those blue optics ripped into his very spark. At least it felt that way. The young medic was almost positive that if he went over there and asked Sunstreaker to get on the berth one of his arms would be ripped off and he would be beaten to deactivation with it.
And then Sunstreaker would laugh manically over his bloodied remains.
Truthfully, a part of his mind chided him for that thought. Sunstreaker was an Autobot, but then again he got the same image in his head whenever Ratchet glared at his work… though Ratchet would always have a buzz saw to do his maiming. The maniacal laugh with lightning in the background was always the same though.
Even Prowl’s version had that, minus the laughing. It was more a evil smile with him.
Watching First Aid’s visor dim, Swoop shook his head, knowing what was wrong since the other mech did it to Ratchet all the time though their teacher hardly noticed. First Aid didn’t want to touch Sunny. Pushing gently pass the meeker healer, Swoop’s huge form overshadowed Sunstreaker’s as the Dino-bot asked, “Scary glare not scare me, pretty bot. Must Swoop help pretty bot on or you get on yourself?”
Growling, not wanting to dare think of the degradation if Swoop had to force him onto the table, Sunstreaker turned to look at the berth and then … got on. He almost felt dizzy as he laid down his helm, turning off his optics as he tried to pretend he wasn’t here. Though that illusion was ruined as he felt two sets of hands make quick work of hooking him up, his helm being shifted to the side as wires were plugged in as well as in various other ports. He almost wined as he felt medical code press against his firewalls. He knew he could fight against them if he wanted but then the machines would start to wail that something was wrong, and so he reluctantly allowed his firewalls down.
He shivered as they started pressing into his systems, looking for command and unknown lines of code.
Mind still stuck on the medical machines penetrating him, he almost yipped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, finger’s tilting his helm to the side. He couldn’t look at Ratchet as the medic put in the last cord.
“There we go. We’ll do a routine examination and check … your spark chamber,” said the healer. “Now, I can already tell that your systems are stressed. Maybe I’ll give you some medical code for that … but let’s see.”
The next half a joor was full of Ratchet mutter to his two students as plating was pulled and wires were tugged, before Ratchet turned to the yellow mech, “You look to be in good health, though your metal looks like it might have did some minor cannibalizing of late. Not uncommon if your leg is trying to fit itself perfectly, but my measurements … I was sure my measurements were perfect. Your body shouldn’t have had to cannibalize for anything.”
Sighing as he pulled back and pinched his noise bridge, Ratchet murmured, “Well, you will be having a few more energon and meta-flesh metal cocktails until your metal starts to restore itself.”
Sunstreaker moaned in disgust as he onlined his optics, growling, “That’s it … I’m getting off of the table. That’s my torture level for the day.”
Ratchet just pressed down on the yellow mech’s armor to keep him still as the healer grumbled, “I think not, unless you want a wrench to the face. Stay still while I have a look under that chassis. I’m pretty sure I know what the problem is.”
What little calm he was able to collect while be examined with nothing going wrong, died in Sunstreaker’s throat. There was no doubt in his mind that the sparklet had left some kind of mark on his spark. His shoulders went stiff and he actually twitched as he felt Ratchet felling against his chassis for the lift.
The medic’s finger quickly rubbed against it, but he didn’t pull the lift, murmuring to his two students, “Now, for this type of model, given their thickened armor for war… it’s kind of hard to get to. Now, feel right here.”
Sunstreaker twitched as he felt two other sets of hands feel into the groove, then Ratchet whisper for them to press it and a large set of fingers did just that, his chest opening … light pouring outward onto all the medics’ faces.
Ratchet swore lightly and Sunstreaker offline his optics, fearing the worst as his metal fingers dug into the berth. The sparklet had to have left a mark of some kind or a tunnel all the way down into his carrying chamber, he didn’t know how mech carrying worked, yet … there was no demand of who the sire was or a hand symbolically placing itself on his abdomen.
Instead, the medic sighed heavily, murmuring, “Sunstreaker … you should have told me your spark was so stressed and weak. It would have explained everything … the fatigue and the trouble keeping your energon down. If the spark is incredibly stressed it will distressed the rest of your systems. Though … the pains in your chest should have been informed you to come to me sooner.”
Growling in his throat, lecture over, Ratchet reached down into the chassis towards the spark. Sunstreaker arched immediately at the touch careful, his spark far more sensitive then he would have thought.
Ratchet immediately let go as well, surprised by the spark’s reaction. That kind of reaction was something one would see from a mech a few clicks from overload. Frowning as he rubbed his hands that were now tingly all over, Ratchet murmured, “Apologizes, Sunstreaker. I didn’t know your spark was so sensitive. Though, given that reaction, perhaps your spark isn’t as badly off as it seems. Though, as your physician, you need someone to stabilize you with in the week… ”
Sunstreaker gave him almost a horrified expression, wishing to melt into the table because Ratchet had basically just told him to go get fragged. It was even worse because the two students both refused to look at him.
“Do you understand Sunstreaker?” asked Ratchet as he reached for a different tool.
The front-liner was still a bit flabbergasted over the ‘get sparked’ comment and that he hadn’t been found out about the sparkling, that he dully murmured, “So … I need to frag someone and stabilize my spark by the end of the week or … you will assist me?”
“Or another officer,” said Ratchet as he leaned in, now speaking to his students, “Now, observe carefully. It’s not every day you will see this. Look at the spark’s activity and how it’s pressing in and shivering. A half spark cannot support itself, so another spark or … the twin… would generally counteract this degrading. In the case of deactivation of one of the twins… this degrading would be far faster and generally deadlier. Sunstreaker’s spark is decaying quickly only because of stress. Even with a twin present, this degrading would normally happen if one of the twins was stressed, the degrading a type of reaction that is trying to encourage bonding between the two twins in order to share and complete … the spark.”
Sunstreaker titled his head away, his hands becoming fists. It felt like Ratchet was chiding him from being too stubborn to forgive his brother.
The two students were merely silent though, no opinions offered until Ratchet encouraged them to reach in and check the spark for damage as well as the surrounding circuits. Sunstreaker knew his hands were shaking at this point, that he felt like he was being molested by the multiple sets of hands inside his chassis, yet after some minor soldering and few more jolts when someone touched his spark casing … they seemed done with his spark until First Aid piped up asking, “Ratchet, what’s with this scar on the glass?”
Ratchet and Swoop immediately dove in and Sunstreaker kneed in worry, only to be pressed back into the table by Ratchet as the medic murmured, “Hmm, odd. It could be a bond scar, though Sunny only had Sideswipe which is weak but not broken, or …”
Ratchet was silent for a moment the silence setting in the air before Swoop piped up, “Or whats?”
“… A sparklet release,” murmured Ratchet.
Sunstreaker almost jumped off the table at the word but Ratchet pulled away, adding, “Which with twin sparks, when they separate from one spark to make two, can leave a mark like that. Not generally the case with all twins, but not uncommon. Now, we have one last thing to check. That peda-flesh between Sunstreaker’s legs. I want to make sure it took and I just as wells give him a proper examination since I will be down there,” said Ratchet, hitting a button on the side of the berth to make it tilt slightly, the metal bending and rising up his knees. Sunstreaker had always wondered what that button was for and now … he wished he never knew, his peds’ placement forcing his thighs apart with the transforming table.
Sunstreaker immediately twitched at the movement, almost jumping off the table.
He was just saved his spark showing now noticeable signs of pregnancy by accepting the little fiend and here was Ratchet about to grope his birth chamber.
He knew Primus hated him, but really?
Stalling at the yellow mech’s feet, Sunstreaker instinctively closed his thighs causing Ratchet to raise one optic brow, the medic asking, “Don’t tell me you’re shy? We all got a peek a few days ago. Now, open your thighs and let me make sure the repairs took. That equipment is delicate.”
Swallowing, Sunny stated in a choked voice, “I would rather not.”
Frowning, Ratchet placed a hand on a knee and squeezed, growling, “You will, especially since I found out you abused that port stretcher or would you rather me test it right now for you? I could stabilize your spark at the same time because I don’t want you going back to your mystery lover to stabilize your spark if your equipment isn’t up to par.”
Shivering, his tank feeling like it was going to lose his contents, Sunny wanted to fight this. Yet, knowing a fight would only lead to the brig and an exanimation and probably medical stabilization as well, the front-liner turned his head as he slowly opened his thighs. W-what was he going to say when Ratchet discovered the sparklet? Rape. He’d rather deactivate. Though maybe he could claim it was Sideswipe’s unfortunately there had never been a documented case of twins impregnating each other. Neither had the charge after all, they were both half sparks.
Spreading his thighs a little further, Ratchet tried not to note that the sun colored mech looked like he was going to cry, the healer sighing as he whispered in a comforting manner, “This will just a take a little bit and there’s a curtain, Sunny. No reason to feel embarrassed or ashamed. Pit, even Prowl has to come in for these exams once a vorn and I think he’s maybe used his equipment once in his entire life.”
Despite his panicking spark, Sunny tried to snort though it still felt empty, murmuring, “I’m not a sparkling … this … let’s get this over with.”
Frag, his tank was doing flip flops.
“I know, Sunstreaker. Now, let’s get this over with and then I’m sending you to have some R and R with your roommate. You’re stress levels are too high,” said the medic, reaching forward and with ease that was far too casual, he popped open the cod piece.
The first thing the healer noticed as he placed the cod piece on the tools table was how the valve shivered. He couldn’t help but frown. It seemed ready for penetration and Ratchet doubted that Sunny was aroused at all with the frown on the younger mech’s face and his refusal to look him or the trainees in the optic. Not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe he had made the peta-skin a little too sensitive in the valve but as long as Sunstreaker enjoyed the levels, there was nothing wrong with it.
Lighting up his optics so he would see well, Ratchet knelt forward and peered downward into the twitching valve, noting now that it was even a little wet though, as he reached a finger forward and ran a finger around the rim to see how it would react to touch, he noted there was a greyish ting to the lube… like rejected nanties though Sunny’s body should cannibalize them naturally unless it needed alive ones. He frowned at that. Sunny probably cleaned out his birthing tank so why would his chamber be rejected damaged ones?
“What is that?” murmured Swoop as he eyed the grey stuff as well.
“Rejected nanites… someone hasn’t cleaned their tank properly,” murmured Ratchet.
Sunstreaker covered his face with both his hands and groaned in mortification.
The students didn’t even look up.
“It would be bluer then that, energon traces, would it? But these look dead or used up. Is that even possible?” asked First Aid, placing a hand on a thigh as he leaned in, entranced by the oddities that seemed to surround Sunstreaker’s body.
“Well, there are cases… but let’s have a look before I deduce anything,” established the mech as his hand probed a nearby tool table and grabbing a type of stretcher. With skilled hands, he slowly started pressing it into the quivering valve, Sunstreaker arching off the berth slightly and hissing.
Ratchet immediately winced, “Sorry, I forgot to warm it before hand, just relax Sunstreaker. You are too tight.”
“Sorry, most find that a great quality in a valve,” Sunny growled, rising to sarcasm as his spark started beating faster. Not that his spark was slowly down, the rising of Ratchet’s brow was not a good sign especially when the healer usual got these type of exams over as quickly as possible for the patients.
He was actually peering.
Swallowing, feeling so sick he almost puked right there, “W-what, is something wrong?”
Ratchet lifted his head up, looking the patient in the eye, stating, “No, no. It’s just that something’s … abnormal.”
Sunny slowly sat up on his elbows, whispering, “Abnormal… no, no. Everything is normal down there.”
Waving his hand at the slowly panicking patient, Ratchet got down lower and basically buried his head between those spread legs. First Aid and Swoop both exchanged weary glances, feeling Sunny setting a nervous charge in the air.
“Let’s just get a deeper peak. You valve actually looks larger… and not the peta-flesh … I mean like your hips are spreading. The port stretcher has no way to do that. Hmmm, let’s just get near the chamber and see it its settling or out of place or something,” said the medic, the tool sliding in and actually getting uncomfortable even though his valve was wet… probably because of the pregnancy.
Leg’s shivering, pain pinching his valve as the tool expanded to allow Ratchet a good look, Sunny almost begged, “Ratchet, please stop. I-its starting to hurt.”
First Aid immediately looked up and rubbed Sunny’s leg softly as he spoke, “Ratchet, maybe you should take it out and warm it or lube it some more. Sunstreaker looks like he’s in pain.
Ratchet, a part of his mind screaming that it knew what this was already but just couldn’t place it, was so entranced with discovering why the valve was acting this way that he merely murmured, “I’m almost there, the chamber does seem lower… tell him to just bare it for another moment.”
First Aid looked up, noticing that Sunstreaker looked close to weeping, added in a stressed tone, “Ummm, Ratchet… I think you should pull out. Sunstreaker doesn’t look so … good.”
Optics still squinted, he said to himself, “What did I say First Aid. Just… there is something… what is that?”
Swoop who had been in the background, over his teacher’s shoulder watched as Sunstreaker started to swoon almost in pain or panic, shivering as his optics started to blink on and off. He was upset. Really upset and with his system reacting like this. He was close to crying. That valve must be very sensitive if it was causing a front-liner this much distress. Especially since it was causing the yellow mech to lean over the side as if he was going to …
Oh no…
A spelching noise filled the room as Sunstreaker turned his head in time lose the medical grade all over the floor. He puked again at re-tasting that medical cocktail. He almost lost his contents again at the thought that now Ratchet was going to make him drink another glass of that stuff, but somehow kept it down.
… But at least Ratchet pulled that thing out of him.
Sighing, giving the fluid-covered tool to First Aid as he murmured for him to take a sample, Ratchet walked over to Sunstreaker’s side … the side that hadn’t been dirtied. He petted the mech’s lower, grumbling, “You could have giving me warning. That grade takes forever to make.”
Sunstreaker merely groaned as spittle and energon dripped down his chin, the yellow mech pulling his knees closer in order to roll over on his side. In truth, he was so near to weeping, it wasn’t funny. His tank did ache but mostly his spark did. It was pounding so hard in his chassis, pressing into the bond with Sideswipe so desperately for comfort that Sunny didn’t know if he would be able to hold out.
H-he had almost been discovered.
Whining in distress, he barely noticed that Ratchet had started rubbing circles on his back as the healer started at the hologram-monitor above Sunstreaker’s head. Squinting for a moment, he turned to Swoop and asked softly, “Please get a processed cube or two with a line. We are going to directly put it in his engine. Hopefully it is a bug, the plug-ins will find it. Sunstreaker… you’ll be here a while. Just bunker down for recharge, alright?”
Sunny nodded as moaned again as he covered his face with a spare hand, hating the medical codes that were bouncing around in his system and the thought that they were going to be there twice as long now because Ratchet was going to double check for virus. Primus, it wouldn’t pick up on a sparkling, would it?
Fear spark in his chassis again, pressing so roughly against the bond that Sunstreaker finally allowed a soft feeling of fear through the link. He hadn’t forgiven Sideswipe, no… but… but he needed something. Especially since deep down he knew he couldn’t hide the sparkling forever. It had to go… within the week if he could. He had to hide this shame. Frag, he felt even more ashamed now, having given into the bond, Sideswipe having noticed it seemed as he latched onto the miniscule emotion. Sideswipe always knew when to take advantage, taking the small contact as a moment to press in emotions of begging and affection and longing. He was pressing so hard that Sunny was almost tempted to allow the bond fully open, to cry out for help.
He didn’t though, he just gripped onto the small snippets of affection that leaked through.
Offlining his optics, pressing himself into recharge because he knew he was going to be stuck on this table now, he begged Sideswipe for more warm feelings. Sideswipe only stalled for a moment before all the other emotions disappeared and were replaced with warmth and affection and want. Sunny whimpered at the show of affection, a part of him having forgotten just how wonderful his brother’s spark was as he grabbed onto all the warm feelings he could in order to try and strive off the cold darkness that was originating because of his birthing chamber.
And that was how he slowly started to fall into recharge, medical hookups beeping at him. Though he was positive that he heard had heard Sideswipe plead at medical door to be let in before he completely fell into recharge.
He wanted Sideswipe back so badly right now, his spark shivering in fear and uncertainty, though he knew it would never work. He could only touch Sideswipe, he could never share with him again. Never could he show his double betray, triple betrayal once the sparklet was aborted.
By then… his spark would be too dirty for Sideswipes. Biting his lip at the thought, he silently prayed that no one heard his engine hiccup as recharge remained absent a few moments longer, the curtain barely even a shelter for his misery. Just how was he going to fix this?
…
Ratchet sat in his office, jotting down on a digi-pad. The frown would not disappear from his face. Something was up, not only with Sunstreaker’s mind, but his body. The scanners still hadn’t found a virus and Sunny’s valve was acting like Iit was adjusting itself. Was it a natural reaction to being twinlessness, the body trying to make itself more presentable to attract a bed buddy to stabilize the spark?
He had never heard of it.
Well, it truth he hadn’t yet found any research on it. Probably because it was uncommon for half sparks to survive without the other, or if they did, the remaining one was too depressed to care about spark sharing and generally died shortly after. Sideswipe was still alive so Sunstreaker wouldn’t’ go into full-blown grieving and could siphon feelings through the bond if he was desperate. Though, knowing Sunstreaker, he was probably too stubborn for that.
So, was the oddity in the valve a type of mate attraction? With the spark the way it was, maybe. But what of that scar? He had done examinations on the twins before, but he didn’t recall that in either one. It would be something he would generally note as well so if another medic would see it they would have an idea of how old the scar was and if it was in danger of harming the spark.
Well, considering all the oddities, at least the session had went better then he hoped and though the valve’s odd condition bothered him, he had sample of the grey lube. Though, maybe with more observation, maybe the two symptoms would show a connection. Had he pried some emotions out of the youth about things more than love with the front-liner today. After all, the lack of expression is just as important. It can mean a background of abuse and pain…
Like rape…
Ratchet stopped jotting, frowning when he realized he was jotting down his thoughts. The word “rape” jagged and harsh. He immediately put the pad down and rubbed his optics.
No, no. Sunstreaker had feelings of love for his newest partner… unless the newest partner was sought out to press off the pain of rape. Uh, no… H-he didn’t want to think about someone raping Sunstreaker. It was too heartbreaking.
“Ratchet?”
The healer immediately perked his head up and looked at the hulking form that was standing in his doorway. He blinked in surprise and then waved his hand, Optimus slowly walking in, the door shutting behind him. Then, with a grace that one wouldn’t expect from his frame type, Optimus slowly sat down on the opposite side of the desk. For a moment Optimus just stared at him with those doll-blue optics of his. It was like he was observing the soul… trying to find ways to fix it.
Shaking off the errie feeling, Ratchet asked, “What brings you to my office today, Optimus?”
The large mech sighed and blinked his optics for a moment as he slouched, out of sight from all of his soldiers, his tone tired as he asked, “Ratchet, I’d hate to badger you, I know I left Sunstreaker under your jurisdiction, but I have to know, how goes your progress with the front-liner? I really would like to have him on the front line as soon as he you can. Megatron’s silence is … troubling. He has been acting odd, distracted almost. I don’t even want to imagine what he is up to.”
Ratchet nodded, turning off the digi-pad as he murmured, “I can keep him on light duty but I still don’t want him on the field. I’m still worried about him… He has deeper problems then the situation with Sideswipe. Though, since Sideswipe came by today after Sunstreaker’s examination … well, they slowly seem to be reaching out to each other. It might take a vorn or two, but they might be able to make up. So, for now you will have to do with just Sideswipe I’m afraid.”
Optimus nodded at that, “Yes, that situation was troubling on its own but at least it’s not hopeless. They both might be reckless on the battlefield but at least they were a good team. Watched each other’s backs very well.”
Ratchet nodded and leaned to the side, reaching for something in one of his drawers as he added, “If you call coming back maimed watching each other’s back.”
Optimus chuckled softly and behind his desk, Ratchet smiled softly as well. It was times like this, in the stillness, that he felt like this was still the Golden Age. That Optimus and him were just having a good chat, calmly, none of the screaming or barking demands that came from a lot of the other officers in a time of battle.
He was sure that he would have given up long ago, overcome by heart ache, if Optimus wasn’t here. An ever present harbor.
Pulling out one of his famous cocktails, Optimus chuckled again as the cube was handed to him. Perhaps knowing to well that if he came into the medbay, it was an excuse for Ratchet to prod at his health.
“I hope this isn’t the one that makes you gag,” mutter the Prime as he removed his face mask, knowing all too well there was no point in fighting his medical officer.
Shaking his head as he pulled out the same kind of medical grade cube, the medic murmured, “No, I gave most of those to Hound and Sunstreaker today. These are high grade with finely ground metals like copper and just a little bit of steal for filling in broken joints. Rather tasty metals even though they are mostly fillers.”
Optimus chuckled, his lips wearing that angel smile of his. It was a sad soft expression that he almost always wore when he took off his mask in privacy. He wasn’t beautiful or anything of the kind. His face was normal, almost like an older Bluestreak. Optimus kept the mask to protect his face and because he had made a promise, long ago… a promise only a few knew. He would wear that battle mask until the day he considered the war over.
“Indeed,” murmured Optimus as he took a sip.
“Yes, and don’t worry so much, Optimus. Like I said last time… he’s been hurting a long time but maybe separating from Sideswipe for a while wasn’t entirely a bad thing.”
Stalling in his second sip, his deep rumbling voice asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well, for one, it seems he’s actually made a friend. Hound and him are good for each other. You’ll have to complement Prowl on the rooming decision,” added Ratchet as he pulled out a second treat, a rust stick, placing one in his drink like a makeshift straw as well as Optimus’ cube. He saw Spike do this once with a straw and had thought it stupid at the time, but lax moments like these … it seemed fitting in the calm.
Optimus looked at the rust stick for a moment before taking it out, not even bothering to suck on it like a youngling would have, as he started munching on it, waving his hand as a sign for his officer to continue.
“Also, it seems that conversation we had about who ever was fragging Sunstreaker,” Optimus blushed as he recalled that embarrassing conversation when Ratchet asked if he was fragging the golden solider, “has stolen his spark. He might have something more than a crush going on. I wish I knew who he was though … so if I could observe it as a healthy relationship or not.”
Nodding in agreement, Optimus took another sip, still a bit embarrassed by this type of conversation. And the silence may have reigned forever if Ratchet hadn’t spoken again.
“I still think it’s Jetfire. He’s just too bashful to admit it,” said Ratchet, feeling the high grade start to take effect.
Optimus almost spit out his drink as he laughed before he could sputter, “I could not see him working well with Sunstreaker’s dominating personality.”
Smirking, the medic shook his head, “Well, who them? It isn’t you. I don’t see Ironhide lying nor tapping that and well… I’ve heard Perceptor might have gotten an upgrade because he wanted to be on top, but does he seem the type to dominate Sunstreaker?”
The two high officers looked at each other for a moment before they both roared in laughter, nearly falling out of their seats. The rest of the day was like that for the two veterans as they slowly forgot Sunstreaker’s problems, the two of them falling into old times before war and energon and suffering. Days when Optimus was a dock worker and Ratchet was still in training.
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Paw07: I love slightly intoxicated Optimus. It seems that Ratchet is always an instigator after that though. Also… next chapter we get some Sunstreaker/Megatron time. Mmm.
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