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Chapter List
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Time Scale: Nano-click: second ; Cycle: Minute ; Groon: an hour ; Mega-cycle: days ; Orn: 13 days ; Steller Cycle: year ; Vorn: 83 year
Chapter 5: Bad Judgment
Ratchet had just finished up on Optimus’ exam about a groon and a half ago, going over the youth’s readings as he readied himself mentally for what did not promise to be a great experience. Even if he was wrong, pressing his hands against Sentinel’s spark did not sound like an exciting venture, especially since he knew that Sentinel would not be the most willing participant.
Feeling old and worn, he turned away from the readings he had been staring at. He had distracted himself long enough and it was now time to get some answers. It was time to see what he knew was already there. If it wasn’t rape, it was something damn close.
Sighing, his old spark feeling hollow and empty, Ratchet sub-spaced a spark scanner and a few other favorite tools as well as a rape-kit. He would need to do a swabbing if Sentinel hadn’t washed all the evidence away, which was unlikely because the carrying tank had a way of holding onto things and leaving evidence.
Evidence …
The old mech stalled at the thought. Sentinel was a mech of regulations and evidence. It wouldn’t hurt to have something more than a hunch to go on as a reason to make someone take a rape kit. Besides, it would probably be best to have some additional proof that didn’t depend on rooting around in someone’s reproductive chamber. He really didn’t want to go down into the undergrounds of the city, but he also didn’t want to send someone like Prowl or Bumblebee down there to gather evidence. Bumblebee might not realize what Ratchet was looking for but Prowl certainly would … It was best if he went himself. He didn’t need his suspicions passing on to anyone else.
Grumbling as he made his way back to the subways through a dark maze of old and refurbished railway tracks, the medic headed to where he had gathered Soundwave’s body mega-cycles ago. The medic, so entranced with not tripping on something in the dark, did not notice a shadow following him as he made his way towards the torture room that Optimus had led him to. That day when he had seen the chains and the energon and oil splattered everywhere had been harrowing as he gathered Soundwave’s body, but now he regretted not really looking at the torture room when he had been down there.
Pulling up the map he had kept for the report, he stalled before crossing the threshold into the room. It was a dark and haunting place, the chains twitching from an unknown source and water dripping from an unknown leak. It was truthfully rather frightening and with his headlights being the only illumination in the room, Ratchet was sure something was watching him. He could almost hear a haunting staticy ring in the room as if Soundwave’s soul was still around.
The healer quickly shook his head as fear started to impregnate his soul, telling himself there was nothing here. There was no angry Decepticon soul denied a spark to carry him to Primus.
There was just … cleaner. It smelled of cleaner.
The medic automatically frowned and headed over to where he remembered the chains being, the heavy metal swinging probably from a draft. He immediately noticed that the chains were clean. There should at least be energon from Sentinel’s wrists. He remembered cleaning the joints and covering them in healing nanites. He even remembered thinking how it was good practice for when Sari’s key stopped working … because it would.
Now that was another troubling circumstance he really didn’t have time for.
Truthfully, he hadn’t had the spark to tell her yet. With each upgrade, for the key would have acted of its own sooner or later, she would become more and more Cybertronian according to the data he gather with Steelhaven’s medical computers. She would always be a techno-organic so she probably would never have a true alt form thought he suspected that there were pros and cons to that because the Allspark would want her highly functioning with each upgrade. It would also probably become apparent over time what Sari’s true purpose was supposed to be for the Allspark rarely created anything on accident.
Regardless, her key could not fix everything anyway. She could not sooth away the pains and traumas of the spark.
And apparently he would be having difficulty as well. It seemed that the floors had been scrubbed clean as well. In fact, if the place wasn’t so deplorable already, he would say that the torture room almost seemed clean though the smell of cleaner was a little overwhelming.
So it was obvious that someone had cleaned away the evidence. Was it Optimus? Unlikely, this was done recently and Prime was a good bot. He would have been blubbering to Ratchet if he remembered doing something so unspeakable. But mostly he did not think Optimus would have had the opportunity to clean the room recently … Because some places were still wet. And the only mech with a reason to clean this so recently was the mech that had just woken up … Sentinel Prime.
Sighing, his head lights dancing over the cleaned crime-scene, the healer’s shoulders sagged.
Sentinel … was a proud mech, but Ratchet was a determined mech. Bleaching a stain did not make the deed undone.
Turning towards the exit, Ratchet actually screamed when he noticed a mech was standing in the room entrance … optics aglow as they just watching him. And for a paranoid moment he almost thought it was Soundwave’s ghost … until the mech turned on his own headlights, murmuring, “Ratchet … what are you doing down here?”
Placing a hand over his chassis, spark having skipped a beat, Ratchet released a vent of air and glared at the ninja-bot.
“Primus, Prowl … I’m an old bot. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” grumbled the medic as the frowned at the stoic Autobot.
Silent for a moment, his expression impartial, the motorcycle replied, “I did not mean to frighten you, but I couldn’t help but wonder … what brought you down here?”
Frowning, not wanting to incriminate either Sentinel or Optimus, the medic put on his grumpy face. “Medic stuff. I was just looking for … uh… torture devices.”
Prowl started looking around, his head titling marginally from side to side until he was staring at the floor. His observation nearly made the medic twitch. “I can’t help but notice the lack of evidence, Ratchet. It is disquieting especially since the scene seems to be cleaned up.”
Ratchet’s lip twitched and he grunted, murmuring, “So it seems to be…”
“… You mean you did not do this?” questioned the ninja-bot. “Then who did this?”
Raising a brow, not wanting to give the crafty bot an idea of what was going on, he barked, “What do you want, young-bot?”
Frowning, knowing all too well that Ratchet was trying to distract him, the younger Autobot looked at Ratchet directly, his words soft, “Jazz was looking for you. He wanted to give you something … and I fear he had to resort to other methods.”
Shoulder’s sagging, his mind presuming the worst, he cursed and preyed something terrible hadn’t occurred, something on the lines of Sentinel snapping and having tried to kill Optimus. Despite himself, he had to ask, “Where are they?”
Probably still looking at the cleaned floors, the ninja-bot coolly replied, “Probably your medical bay.”
Prowl, watching Ratchet curse something under his breath as he transformed and raced away, remained where he was and turned his attention back to the room. He, unlike Ratchet, had time to question things like bleached floors.
…
Running through the halls a few cycles later, the healer slid into the doorway of his medical bay expecting to see a whimpering Prime, but instead he was nearly ran into. Yelping, the sound of pounding feet ringing in his audios, Ratchet scampered to get away. A few tons of Cybertronian metal was tripping his way and all Ratchet could do was bark in surprise as he struggled to stay out of the way, the green lug finally losing his balance completely as he went crashing to the floor. The medic, seeing the armful of stuff Bulkhead had been carrying, shielded his head as the pile of parts exploded everywhere. In fact, a few pieces of sheet metal nearly took off the old healer’s head as they slid into berths and the walls.
Only once the last bolt stopped rolling around on the floor did Ratchet rise up from his cover behind the medical berth.
“Bulkhead! What are you doing! Are you trying to finish me off!” barked the old mech.
Rubbing his head, a bashful look on his face, the green giant mumbled, “Well … I just … I didn’t … Well, Jazz wanted to make sure the medical bay was well stocked.”
Leaning over and picking up what looked like a canister of sleeping nanites, the healing mech grumbled, “Well did you have to bring it all in at once? You could have not stock piled everything and tried to kill me-ah!”
“Out of the way!”
Ratchet barely had time to jump out of the way again as the yellow terror slid into the room as well, his battle mask down as his brakes squealed.
“Watch it! I’m old!” growled Ratchet as he watched Bumblebee place some more medical supplies in his medical bay, the medic getting twitchy because there were already two too many mechs in his medical bay.
“Sorry Doc … Jazz-bot is in a hurry to get out of here,” said Bumblebee as he turned to Sari, the small femme slowly handing a few canisters of energon to the small bot so that he could put it on a higher shelf.
Walking over to see what Bumblebee had brought in as Bulkhead picked up items behind him, the medic stalled for a moment as he thought over the youth’s words. Giving Bumblebee and then Bulkhead a sharp look, the old bot almost yelled, “And where’s he goin’!”
Bumblebee, who was now sorting through the goods as if readying himself to call dibs, turned to the older mech and blinked. “Isn’t if obvious, old-bot. Steelhaven’s leaving. And if it wasn’t for Jazz and the twins, I would say good riddance.”
Ratchet nearly bulked, barking,” Why!”
Talking a step back, frowning, Bulkhead seemed to interrupt before Bumblebee could say the obvious, “Well, because they need to go to Cybertron.”
The medic twitched, growling, “But why! Why now! I haven’t cleared Sentinel.”
Frowning, it was Bumblebee’s turn to interupt, “I don’t know, Ratchet, but Jazz seemed upset when he asked for our help in pre-lift off prep work. If you want to know exactly why perhaps you should ask him? They haven’t left yet… I think.”
Sighing, notably irritated with everyone for not telling him what was going on outside of his medical bay, Ratchet turned back towards the exit. He tried to keep calm as he quickly jogged down the halls of their home though he knew all too well that he could easily lose Jazz. He just had to examine Sentinel.
He needed to sooth away pains.
It was his responsibility and his honor as a medic.
Yet, as his frustration started to waiver, Ratchet almost halted in contemplation as he stood in the dim hall. Optimus was so good and kind and he didn’t deserve any kind of guilt and yet … and yet it wasn’t fair to deny Sentinel. The kid was just as innocent as Optimus if just a little more irritating. Okay, a lot more irritating, but he was a good kid. He tried to follow the rules and appease Ultra Magnus like a youngling trying to impress his sire.
Sentinel didn’t deserve to be wronged and forgotten either.
Closing his optics, hating himself for having to make hard decisions, Ratchet decided to remove some of the emotional connections he harbored and made a choice. His next steps were still moving forward in the direction of Steelhaven. He had to do this. He had a rape kit and he knew what words to rehearse and how to use his hands when touching a spark or interface equipment without harming the other.
But what if he was wrong?
What if he wasn’t?
Grumbling, the mech headed outdoors first to make sure the ship wasn’t actually gone. Stepping out into the sunlight, the warm rays reflecting off his chassis, the old mech sighed in relief when he saw the lot in the distance which still housed the hulking ship. The twins were flying about, checking external systems it seemed and Optimus was standing there as if trying to decide if he should enter the ship or not. Sighing, deciding that he better collect some information before he exploded, the medic jogged over to the young Prime, a part of him noting how a hand was on the youth’s chassis … rubbing back and forth.
“Didn’t even give me a warning they were getting ready to leave, the slaggers,” grumbled the mech. “Then again … Prowl did say Jazz was looking for me.”
“Yeah,” murmured Optimus as he dropped his hand. “Jazz just started prepping a groon or so ago. I asked him if I could speak to Sentinel before they left and why he wants to leave in such a rush, but Jazz said it wasn’t Sentinel’s decision … He’s still recharging.”
Ratchet nodded though he was slightly confused. He could see Sentinel wanting to rush off, but Jazz? Then, as if sick of staring at the gleaming mass of metal that was Steelhaven, he turned to the young bot and dead-panned, “I’m going to go yell at that young-bot. Go and see if Sentinel’s awake, would you?”
Optimus was about to nod but instead nearly balked when a stern grip grabbed his wrist, Ratchet looking the young-bot dead in the optic. “And that is all Optimus. I just want you to see if he is awake. If he is, let him be. If he isn’t, let him be. I just want to know if I can speak to him yet.”
Frowning, confused as to why Ratchet’s grip was only tightening almost to the point of pain, Optimus slowly nodded, “Sure thing Ratchet … Can you please let go though?”
Optics widening as if he had finally realized he was starting to crush the younger bot’s wrist, Ratchet nodded, “Oh, yes… that would be fine. E-excuse me.”
…
Optimus knew that something was up with Ratchet as he rubbed his wrist and yet for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to worry about the medic’s odd behavior. Right now his spark was alight and it seemed happy at the prospected of seeing Sentinel. Why it felt that way, Optimus honestly had no idea but his spark hadn’t been the most reliable source of information lately either. The pit thing couldn’t decide what it wanted. One moment it was enraged and then sorrowful and ashamed and at the same time excited as if there was some future prospect and he … It was more confusing then dating femmes.
But that didn’t matter right now. All he knew right now was that he was standing before Sentinel’s door with his hand slowly moving towards the door control. And, depending on if the door opened for him or not, he knew that his spark would sway with enlightenment or complete and utter sorrow. He honestly had no idea why his spark would feel the way it was for Sentinel, but he honestly did not care. If it brought a moment of stillness to the rampaging spark … Optimus would be happy with that.
Surprisingly … the door slid open.
Spark skipping a beat, the darkness enduring even thought light was raining in from the hallway, Optimus allowed his optics to adjust to the dim lighting. He immediately found his sight drawn to a figure curled up on the berth, form curled inward and back to the wall. Sentinel seemed almost broken, the way he was curled in on himself like a sparkling, a hand wrapped protectively over his helm and around his abdomen plating. Yet, at the same time, the smooth release of his vents and the way the dim light reflected off his armor was enchanting.
Beautiful.
Optimus could only blink in surprise at the thought.
Why had he thought that? Was it his spark’s influence?
Well, either way, Sentinel was still recharging so there was no point in waking him, and yet Optimus found he couldn’t leave the doorway. He couldn’t bid his limbs to head backwards and close the door. In fact, after a moment of internal battling, he found he couldn’t head towards Ratchet’s current location. Instead, he found himself taking soft steps forward as if afraid to wake the other yet still wanting to … to … touch him.
Hand outreached unknowingly, Optimus stalled again.
W-why was he thinking this way? Of Sentinel of all mechs? His spark was hammering in his chassis, that much was true, but why the sudden want and need?
Frowning, stilling his peds, Optimus could only determine that it must have been because of what they had gone through together in the subway underground. It was a protective streak, perhaps guilt?
Sighing, trying to ignore the pounding of his spark, he decided that since he was already standing here, he just as wells wake the other. Hand coming forward, Optimus gently grabbed Sentinel’s shoulder and shook him. “Sentinel. Sentinel? Wake up. Ratchet wants to talk to you.”
The blue Prime immediately stirred, a slow moan escaping him as he uncoiled somewhat and turned so that he was on his back, hand still protectively over his abdomen.
For a moment, Optimus could only sigh and look at the fool. He kind of looked cute when he wasn’t making a sound. In fact, he was … adorable with the way his helm antennae twitched ever so often and how he would whisper some half word. His lips were even half part as if he was going to kiss … kiss someone.
Swallowing, his spark suddenly hammering in his chassis, Optimus found he could not look away from those wondrous lips.
Those soft, metallic …
Optimus placed a hand on his chassis when a sudden thought slammed into the back of his helm, his spark agreeing.
Kiss him.
The fire-truck almost took a step back in horror.
W-why would he think like that? He had never had any romantic inclinations towards the other Prime but now his head was swimming with such thoughts and there was a tingling under his chassis and around his seems and under … his cod piece.
Swallowing, a blush on his metallic cheeks, the Prime looked behind himself as if making sure the door was still closed and then back at the still sleeping Sentinel. The tingling in his chassis was growing and he was blushing even harder as he looked at Sentinel’s soft lips. H-he really wanted Sentinel.
He was asleep after all, right? He would never notice if Optimus … stole a kiss.
Swallowing again, the blush growing hotter, Optimus found himself next to the berth and then looking down at the other. His spark was beating so fast and the tingling under his cod piece was growing so hot and Sentinel’s lips looked so warm. He knew that they were. He didn’t know how he knew, but … but …
Leaning down the rest of the way, having not kissed someone in a long time, he almost forgot to pucker his lips before he leaned down. He then lingered only for a moment over Sentinel’s lips before pushed down the rest of the way and pressed his lips against the other’s.
It was meant to be a soft kiss, a lingering moment that he would keep to himself, but the kiss refused to release. Optimus soon found himself pressing down harder as Sentinel moved against the kiss in natural reaction. Optimus couldn’t help it after that, his hands moving to place themselves on top of Sentinel’s hand which was still laying on the other’s Prime’s abdomen as well as to support the blue mech’s neck.
His spark almost melted when Sentinel’s lips reacted, kissing back as a soft moan escaped the proud Prime. Optimus merely hummed back, his spark calming down somewhat as if revealed and yet at the same time it was hammering away as if something was coming …
Frag… w-was his equipment getting hard? B-but he was just kissing Sentinel. That was all … that was …
And then Sentinel’s optics came online.
Smack!!
Optimus, so caught up in his own thoughts and the growing problem beneath his cod piece, had not even noticed that Sentinel was coming out of recharge! Stuttering back, optics wide as he touched the side of his face where Sentinel had punched him, Optimus opened his mouth as he stuttered to speak.
“I-I-I don’t know what came over me? I’m sorry, I didn’t’ mean to-”
Sentinel, who was sitting up, a protective hand on his abdomen still, looked like he was about to cry as nearly yelled, “You remembered, didn’t you! You remembered you sick fuck and you-you want more, don’t you!”
Optimus, for his part, did not know what to say.
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