!-Warning: Strong and Mature Language!-
- YOUR POV -
You stood next to Ratchet, as he was working with a device that you had stolen from the Decepticons. The base was quiet, the human kids were at school while Optimus watched for Decepticon activity, Arcee was relaxing while Bumblebee was on a relaxing drive.
You and Ratchet had a "special" connection, what you referred to as a bond. Ratchet and you would tease, flirt, and joke often, you had fallen in love with the old medic. But, neither of you had admitted those feelings;
"Old friend," Optimus came over optics on your both.
"Optimus" You nodded, as Ratchet huffed in response
"Why don't you take a recharge?" He offered, Ratchet has been working on that device for days now. He barely recharges, if he does it's because you or Optimus forced him.
Ratchet sighed, "I do not need to recharge" You looked at Optimus, who nodded his helm.
"Ratchet, I think its best for you to recharge," You said, placing a servo on his shoulder-plating which caused his larger frame to tense up at your touch.
The medic sighed, before giving in to your advice. "Fine" He spoke, getting up the old medic turned. "Ratchet" You looked at him, he raised his optic bridge
"Get a good recharge okay? I'll finish the device." You whispered into his audio receptors, before planting a soothing kiss on the medics cheekplate which instantly heated up and turned a bright-blue
He grumbled in response before walking off, you tilted your helm in a small giggle. It's your way of teasing the old medic, and you loved it
You took Ratchets' place and sat down. Beginning to fidget and inspect the device, humming to yourself as your processor filled with memories of Ratchet, you absolutely loved everything about that mech. Optimus thanked you before he strolled off to recharge
When you first joined the Autobots, Ratchet was cold and harsh towards you; you had a medical background. Optimus had assigned you to be Ratchets' assistance. That's when you and the mech gotten close. You eased your way into his spark, he would smile more often around you and even crack jokes. You began to tease, flirt, and joke with the old mech.
He would casually flirt back with you, all the Autobots knew of what was going on behind closed doors, as they noticed a change in the mechs' personality. He was less grumpy and even smiled more often.
Expect one femme who didn't approve of your feelings for the mech. Arcee, your closest and most loyal Autobot friend,
You were lost in your thought when a servo touched your back. You flinched and turned around only to see the smaller femme. "Arcee," You said with a smile,
"Hey (Y/N) How is it going? Any luck with the Decepticon Device yet?" She asked, curiously looking at you then glancing at the device.
You nodded, standing up "Actually, I made a lot of progress. It's a relic," You said, putting Ratchets' tools down. The base was empty, all bots were in recharge, except you and Arcee.
Arcee placed her servo on her hip, "The old mech is letting you use his tools?" She asked, huffing. You rolled your optics, "Yes Arcee. Is there a problem?" You questioned, raising an optic bridge. "No, no there's no problem" Arcee replied,
The air around grew tense and awkward. You were staring into Arcees' optics before she turned around, and leaned against the metal wall. "Look (Y/N) Lets chat" She offered, you questioned her tone before sighing, "Alright"
You stood your stance, crossing your servos.
Ratchet had finish recharging, he wanted to check on your progress. He walked through the hall until he heard yours and Arcees conversation. He paused, backing up against the wall. His audio receptors listened in as he was behind the wall Arcee was leaning against
"(Y/N) I want what's best for you, and I believe everyone on base can agree. Mostly, Optimus and Ratchet" She spoke, you groaned "Yes and? What about it?" You said annoyed,
"Well" She pushed herself off the wall, "You may disagree with me, but hear me out" She vented, you narrowed your optics at her.
"Everybot has noticed how Ratchet changed. Less grumpy, right?" She questioned, nodding your helm in agreement. "Its clear, Ratchet has feelings for you as do you. I know you both share a special bond like Tailgate and I once shared." She spoke,
"Ratchet isn't tailgate," You said coldly causing a shocked expression on her faceplate. "I know he's not"
"Arcee, get to the point," You said, a tone of anger spat out.
"(Y/N) Ratchet isn't the mech for you." She simply said you felt anger boil inside your spark. Your frame shock, your blue optics darken at her words
"I want what's best for you and I think Ratchet isn't that. Ratchet is..." She paused, thinking of words "Old" She vented in then out
Ratchet felt his spark break, was it true? He questioned himself
You growled, "Arcee," You said with venom,
"Ratchet is old! He suffered injuries from his history in the wars which makes him useless to the team! Why would you want a sparkmate who stays behind a Cybertronian computer? He's a medic, you're a warrior. You need a mech who is out in the field, fighting by your side! Someone who can protect you." Arcee shouted,
"And Ratchet can't comply to that. In fact to any of it!" She added,
You pointed a digit at her, about to speak until the sound of familiar pedes filled your audio receptors.
You both heard pedes, your optics landed on the one mech who you didn't want it to be. "Ratchet" You whispered, Arcee turned around quickly before a shocked expression was on her faceplate. Ratchet held a different expression, he dropped something from his servo. Lubricants formed in his optics.
Optimus walked out hearing everything,
"Ratchet?" You called out, the medic huffed; he ran, shoving past your frame knocking you down onto your aft with a loud thud. Before he transformed into his alt-mode. You screamed, trying to chase after him "Ratchet WAIT!" You shouted, waking up everybot on base
"Arcee" Optimus strolled closer to you. All the bots ran out of their berth and into the mainroom. All optics were on Arcee,
"I-" Arcee paused, you screamed; you drew your (GUN/SWORD) and charged at Arcee, with one hit your servo met her smaller frame. You sent her flying across the room, she smacked into a wall.
Your optics turned a darker, violent blue before your other arm turned into a plasma blaster, you shot Arcee in the shoulder-plating. She cried out in pain, Optimus and bulkhead tackled you down
You fell down, the mechs controlled you. You screamed, "Arcee!" Optimus and Bulkhead picked you up, you saw Bumblebee run over to the injured femme.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONFRONT ME ABOUT WHO MY SPARKMATE IS! You GLITCH!" You screamed, breaking your voicebox. You broke free from Optimus and Bulkhead, falling onto your knee-plating
Your optics bored into Arcees' smaller frame, you growled
"Ratchet may not be a warrior. But, he does more than you on this team." You spoke coldly
"THIS. IS. WHY." You vented heavily, cooling-fans kicked on "TAILGATE and CLIFTJUMPER ARE OFFLINED! YOU CAN'T KEEP ANY PARTNER WITHOUT SOMETHING DESTROYING YOUR BOND. I AM NOT YOU, AND RATCHET WILL NEVER BE THEM" You screamed,
"(Y/N)" Optimus shouted at you, you shoved past both of them. Transforming into your alt-mode, you drove after Ratchet,
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