Trying to get back in the groove.
Title: Fireflies
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Ratchet/Prowl
Summary: Prowl tries to cheer Ratchet up after a hard day.
Warnings: Cursing and innuendo.
A/N: I am trying to get myself out of this funk by writing a little here and there. This was a prompt given to me by eerian_sadow. Her prompt was "Dancing in the Moonlight" With Prowl and Ratchet. I hope it came out alright.
Ratchet sat ouside the ark, letting the warm summer breeze flow over his plating as he watched the sun set. The sun dissapeared behind the mountains and the medic sighed. It never got any easier seeing his friends and comrades hurt in the battlefield. It was even harder having to put them back together.
"I thought I would find you out here," a familar voice said behind him. "You always seem to come out here after a bad day. I heard you actually welded Sideswipe to a berth."
Ratchet looked over his shoulder and grinned at his mate. "I warned the stupid fragger to get out of my way. Maybe he'll listen from now on."
Prowl smiled softly at the medic before moving to sit next to him. His smile faded as he leaned against the CMO. "Are you sure you are alright? You know I am here if you want to talk."
"I'll be fine. You know I just care about these stupid slaggers and it upsets me to see them hurt." Ratchet sighed and leaned into the other mech, laying his head on his shoulder. "I'm so tired of this war. I hate putting them back together just to watch the aftheads get torn up again."
"I know, Ratchet, but we all must continue to do our jobs until the war is over. Do you think I enjoy sending them out there again and again? Each time I worry that some of them wont some back and it will be my fault for sending them. I know how you feel." He gently squeezed his mate's hand in a reasuring gesture.
They lapsed into a companionable silence as they watched the moon begin it's trek across the darkened sky. Suddenly something small and bright flashed in front of the medic's optics. The small light was there one moment and gone the next. "What tha..." he started to say, before running a diagnostic on his optics. He didn't remember damaging then, but most of the day had been a blur so far.
"Fireflies" Prowl said from his side. "They come out at night during the summer months too seek mates." At Ratchet's amused expression he continued his explanation. "They each have a distinct pattern in which they flash. Each male looks for a female that matches his light pattern."
The medic smiled. Prowl always had a way of cheering him up even when he didn't mean to. He looked down the side of the mountain at the fireflies flitting around below them. "It's like they're dancing in the moonlight."
"Yes it does." His mate's small smile was back. "You know we haven't danced since before the war began."
"No we haven't." The CMO slyly ran his hand up the other mech's doorwing. "But I can think of something more fun we can do out here alone."
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Ratchet/Prowl
Summary: Prowl tries to cheer Ratchet up after a hard day.
Warnings: Cursing and innuendo.
A/N: I am trying to get myself out of this funk by writing a little here and there. This was a prompt given to me by eerian_sadow. Her prompt was "Dancing in the Moonlight" With Prowl and Ratchet. I hope it came out alright.
Ratchet sat ouside the ark, letting the warm summer breeze flow over his plating as he watched the sun set. The sun dissapeared behind the mountains and the medic sighed. It never got any easier seeing his friends and comrades hurt in the battlefield. It was even harder having to put them back together.
"I thought I would find you out here," a familar voice said behind him. "You always seem to come out here after a bad day. I heard you actually welded Sideswipe to a berth."
Ratchet looked over his shoulder and grinned at his mate. "I warned the stupid fragger to get out of my way. Maybe he'll listen from now on."
Prowl smiled softly at the medic before moving to sit next to him. His smile faded as he leaned against the CMO. "Are you sure you are alright? You know I am here if you want to talk."
"I'll be fine. You know I just care about these stupid slaggers and it upsets me to see them hurt." Ratchet sighed and leaned into the other mech, laying his head on his shoulder. "I'm so tired of this war. I hate putting them back together just to watch the aftheads get torn up again."
"I know, Ratchet, but we all must continue to do our jobs until the war is over. Do you think I enjoy sending them out there again and again? Each time I worry that some of them wont some back and it will be my fault for sending them. I know how you feel." He gently squeezed his mate's hand in a reasuring gesture.
They lapsed into a companionable silence as they watched the moon begin it's trek across the darkened sky. Suddenly something small and bright flashed in front of the medic's optics. The small light was there one moment and gone the next. "What tha..." he started to say, before running a diagnostic on his optics. He didn't remember damaging then, but most of the day had been a blur so far.
"Fireflies" Prowl said from his side. "They come out at night during the summer months too seek mates." At Ratchet's amused expression he continued his explanation. "They each have a distinct pattern in which they flash. Each male looks for a female that matches his light pattern."
The medic smiled. Prowl always had a way of cheering him up even when he didn't mean to. He looked down the side of the mountain at the fireflies flitting around below them. "It's like they're dancing in the moonlight."
"Yes it does." His mate's small smile was back. "You know we haven't danced since before the war began."
"No we haven't." The CMO slyly ran his hand up the other mech's doorwing. "But I can think of something more fun we can do out here alone."