Experiences Interlude - 'The Talk'
Title: Experiences
Rating; T
Summary: Ratchet gives Sam 'The Talk' after it becomes apparent that someone needs to.
Blame for this little bit of mental scarring is thanks to rainlightautumn who gave me the idea and is responsible for the pamphlets being included.
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“What are you talking about?”
“What do you mean what am I talking about?” Will asked with a look of confusion on his face as he turned to stare at his younger brother. “I told you, it’s that time of the month and since Sarah’s kicked me to the couch I’m gonna be staying here for a couple of days.”
“Yes.” Sam snapped, his arms crossing over his chest as he glared at the other man. “I understood that part. What I don’t understand is what you mean by ‘that time of the month’.”
Will tried to stop it. He really did try to stop his jaw from reaching his collarbone as he gaped at the brown haired man who was now stabbing at his mashed potatoes with a look of absolute concentration. Swallowing against the sudden surge of dryness invading his mouth Will set his fork down slowly with care to avoid clinking against the rim of his tray and thus drawing attention to himself. Sliding from his chair while exchanging glances with a wide eyed Epps who was seated next to his brother, the older man stealthily stole his way to the mess entrance. Dark glares coupled with a hand placed meaningfully to the gun still on his thigh in its holster that he’d forgotten to stow with his gear convinced everyone to keep quiet about his exit while Sam contented himself with stabbing the mystery meat with a fervor that suggested it was about to crawl off his plate.
“I won’t feel bad.” Will muttered to himself feverishly as he shivered and dodged through the throng of mechs cluttering the halls. “I won’t feel bad at all cause this isn’t my fault. It’s Bumblebee’s fault. So if anyone should feel guilty about this it should be him.”
Tapping the code into the keypad placed at chest level for the few (and he really did mean few) humans granted the code for the med bay with trembling fingers that refused to still, Will took a deep breath before sliding through the opening med bay doors. Shoving his hands into his pockets when he realized that he was tugging nervously on the cuff of his jacket sleeves, he followed the sounds of voices to the back part of the med bay where Ratchet had his office. Kicking the heel of his foot against the door as he walked into the office, Will watched as the conversation came to a halt with his adoptive (and really, Sam couldn’t have picked someone who was just a little less terrifying?) Creator staring down at him.
“Sam doesn’t have a fucking clue about the way humans have kids.” Will blurted out with a tint of red rising in his cheeks. “I’m just the brother so as our Creator it’s your responsibility. Have fun!” Turning around to race out of the med bay before Ratchet could absorb the entirety of his statement and detain him for questioning; Will could have sworn he’d heard Wheeljack beginning to giggle as the doors slid shut behind him.
DoX
Sam was beginning to get worried. For the past week the only sign of his Creator had been the yelled hello’s and goodbyes that echoed down the hallways as the large yellow mech scurried to the med bay with his hands filled with what looked like folded papers. Weirder still was the looks that Wheeljack would give him before giving into laughter with his ear panels flashing merrily in amusement as he leaned against his worktable for support. Maybe it was a virus? It had to be a virus because he’d noticed Will giving him sympathetic looks when he thought the other wasn’t looking and the amount of physical contact between them had increased as well.
Hmm. Maybe he was the one with the virus. It would explain Ratchet and Will’s recent… quirks, but really didn’t explain a thing about Wheeljack’s. But then again, it was Wheeljack they were talking about and everyone knew that Wheeljack had to be a little addled from all of the explosions he’d caused as well as the blunt force trauma that came via wrench hurled by enraged medic. Setting his data pad back onto the desk that Ratchet had found for him, Sam tapped the tip of the stylus against his lips as he stared absently up at the ceiling of the quarters he shared with Ratchet and Wheeljack.
Tipping the chair onto its rear two legs as he leaned back, the young man used his legs to rock himself back and forth as he contemplated the complete and utter weirdness of his family lately. Utterly absorbed in his thoughts, Sam failed to hear the front door of their quarters opening followed shortly by the heavy footfalls of Ratchet as the mech made his way through the small living area to the recharge areas of their quarters. “Sam!” An undignified squeak escaping him as he fell, Sam huffed in exasperation as he lay on his back against the floor of his room. “Sam!”
“In here Ratchet!” Sam called out with a hint of annoyance tingeing his voice as he stood and pulled his chair upright again before the mech could find him lying on the floor.
“Good you’re here.” Ratchet said perfunctorily as he entered the room and bent down to pick Sam up in the same movement. “I’ve got the med bay ready.”
Oh Primus, Sam thought to himself with a kernel of fear beginning to knot itself amongst his insides, I do have a virus. Cupped in his Creators hand as they traversed the hallways leading from their quarters to the med bay, Sam felt his eyes widen in disbelief at the sign adorning the doors.
Warning!
If you’re not dying and/or collapsing on the floor into a pool of your own energon then you can wait until tomorrow. Mechs with a deep and profound desire to meet with Primus will have to wait as well in the hopes that you’ll develop that portion of your programming called self-preservation.
Curling into himself as he felt his body break into a cold sweat, Sam opened and closed his hands in a furious attempt to keep control over himself. Feeling the sweat beading along his forehead he reached up with one arm to swipe at it nervously with the sleeve of his jacket. A strangled sound escaped his throat as they finally entered the med bay with the doors sliding closed behind them with an ominous sound that he’d never before noticed.
Littering the berths around the med bay were hundreds of papers. The usually pristine metallic surfaces had been converted into makeshift desks while in the corner-was that a doll? Stumbling as he was lowered down to the berth nearest them with a gentle prod in the middle of his back from his Creator, Sam stooped down to pick up one of the scattered pieces of paper and promptly froze. There in bold black lettering along the pale blue paper it was printed on were the words, ‘So you want to know about Sex?’ Stomach fluttering with trepidation as wide violet took in the illustrations adorning the cover of the-the pamphlet; Sam opened it and immediately felt as though the world had frozen with the whistling air around him signifying the arrival of the Unmaker.
He wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t as uninformed as people believed him to be since Bumblebee had long since taken care of that portion of his education. The original oversight in the well-roundedness of his education had been discovered while Bumblebee had been forging the papers necessary for him to attend a public school like a normal child for once. Discovering that Health was one of the classes necessary for graduation, the mech had proceeded to research the subject before arriving at the conclusion that Sam was woefully uninformed. The paper falling from limp fingers, Sam looked up to meet his Creator’s optics as the mech turned on the holographic projector. A faint whimper of distress escaped him as he wondered if it might be too late to join the Decepticons instead.
DoX
Hours later, Sam stumbled out of the med bay on legs that seemed unwilling to support him. Rubbing his hands over his arms in an attempt to warm himself and to ward off the feeling-no need to find a scalding hot shower, the young man navigated the hallways until he came to a set of well known corridors. Pace quickening as he all but ran down the hallway for the door that would open into his quarters, Sam skidded to a halt and fumbled with the keypad before finally managing to enter the code. Walking through the living area quickly as he went to his own portion of their quarters, Sam nearly tripped as he fought to remove both his shoes and pants at the same time.
Entering the bathroom and turning on the hot water tap in the shower; Sam paced the confines of the small room impatiently as he waited for the water to heat. Sticking a hand into the stream of water again to check the temperature, Sam threw back the shower curtain and jumped in with socks still on. Ignoring the feeling of wet material underneath his feet, Sam reached for the bar of soap resting along one of the ledges in the shower before grabbing the blue washcloth floating along in the water around him.
Emerging from the shower reluctantly an hour later as the water went from tepid to frigid; Sam grabbed a towel and began to dry himself roughly. Skin turning red from the harshness of the towel swiping over every exposed portion of his body, Sam wrapped the towel around his waist and walked the few steps necessary to return to his room. Opening his dresser drawer with more force than was necessary Sam dressed himself before moving to flop down onto the comfortable softness of his bed. Shuddering as his mind returned to the thoughts of Ratchet’s lecture Sam let a smile curve his lips as he began thinking of ways to repay his dear brother.
Because really. Misery loves company.
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A/N: There really isn’t a set time for this one just go with the fact that it happened before Sam up and ran off, kay?