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Title: Borealis 10/71: Subatomic Waltz
Author: tainry
Pairing: Optimus/Ratchet
Rating: PG-13? Hard to say. No humans, no squishy stuff, so...
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
Summary: Prime and Ratch get together for some thigh-shaking, chrome-denting spark!smex!! With the aim to create a new spark -- if they survive the interface...
This…process…is difficult. And dangerous. To risk two sparks in creating just one? Optimus…I don’t know… Ratchet busied himself with preparing the tanks, triple-checking equipment that was used to heal the gravely wounded, now painstakingly modified. In the six Earth-years since the Matrix revealed this to you, none of us has made the attempt. I conceded Jazz, that was weird enough, but this? It’s too risky, there are too few of us as it is.
And thus the reason we must try.
They would both need to maintain the highest level of control - during overload itself. Not giving in to the pleasure, but manipulating their sparks in a staggeringly precise way even while all their systems discharged. If something went wrong, both of them would die. The resulting crater would be unapproachable by humans for millennia. None of their kind had done this for billions of years.
Uniting with Prime was always overwhelming. Euphoric, but not without the spice of fear. One risked dissolution in the Allspark, getting too close. But Ratchet followed a well-honed discipline of self-awareness and control. It was why Optimus had chosen him for this, despite not wanting to risk both himself and their sole Medical Officer. It was simply that the two of them stood the best chance of succeeding.
Ratchet turned, unable to delay any longer. All the equipment was operating at peak efficiency. He swiped at an imaginary fleck of dust before raising his optics to face Optimus.
Prime stood still. Blue-white light flickered through the millimeter gap in his spark chamber, the power spilling across spectra humans hadn’t discovered yet. Every necessary port was exposed, beckoning. Every cable already thrumming with energy, glowing faintly at their golden tips.
“Primus…” For a moment, Ratchet felt like a young bot again, approaching his first interface. Nervousness was foolish. He needed to bring all his concentration and intellect to bear. And it wasn’t as though he and Optimus had never interfaced before. But this was…
Life and death, all in one moment. In one choice.
Ratchet…
Not an order. A plea. Optimus’ body coruscated with energy; waves overlapping, interference patterns keyed toward additive, leveling the troughs while sending the peaks higher and higher. Unleashing the power he kept contained most of the time.
Ratchet moved toward him slowly, as though his substance was being drawn through solid matter. Not against his will - quite the opposite. Resisting this gravity made him stronger, and he needed that strength. He readied himself as Optimus knelt, opening ports, extending cables, bracing every processor for the task ahead. Connection by connection they sank within. Physical lines were crucial; no transmission left to chance or interference.
Yet there was nothing perfunctory about this. Optimus embraced him with such tenderness his knees buckled and he fell against the larger mech with more force than he’d meant to.
Careful. The transmitted glyph unfolded in a complex geometry of concern/warning, reaction/mirroring, desire/love, could be our last please if you’re not ready have doubts is your need so great we won’t do this now I fear for the pattern I hold we must make the vessel soon merge soon if this works hope for all of us new beginning it means everything if we sacrifice life now nothing passed on all ending. A faint undercurrent of amusement and surprise at the fierceness of Ratchet’s passion threaded beneath like ribbons of starlit nebulae. The last cable struck home, and Ratchet moaned softly at the solid impact, his mind flooding with Prime. His chest parted.
Ratchet allowed his head to fall back for an endless moment. Then he grasped Optimus firmly, focusing, synchronizing the spin of their cores, their frontal armor groaning with the pressure. They grappled with one another, forcing their sparks into as close a proximity as physically possible. Power surged and seethed, and still they clung to a fragile equilibrium of surrender and control. Optimus, whose mind was in a sense already a composite, buffered Ratchet from the rising tide of curiosity and recognition from the Matrix. Ratchet felt it seeping into the edges of his being nonetheless, but he didn’t fight it. All his will was concentrated on the merging sparks, almost touching but not quite. Their coronas overlapped, tendrils of power reached out, data poured across the cables, Optimus made an atavistic, inarticulate sound - and the real work began.
Tighter and deeper they entwined, plunging down to the fundamental structures of space-time, drawing out sparkmatter, weaving it together in eleven dimensions. At first it was difficult and frightening, each strand slipping and lashing about like unruly lightning. But after a certain number had coalesced a tipping point was reached, and the new spark itself seemed to choose its component strings. The coiling dance spiraled between the two bots, who clung to one another literally for dear life, their spark chambers open so wide less well-armored parts of them were melting.
Pulling in a last few wisps, the new spark contracted suddenly, spinning on its own - and ignited. Ratchet and Prime, shaking so hard their joints were being damaged, held on, hoping against hope to contain a blast that never came. Overloaded circuits burned through them with exquisite fire. At last, finding themselves still alive, they surrendered to the rushing tumult of rapture, minds shorting out, bodies collapsing. The new spark bright and hot and safe between them.
Optimus lay prone on the floor, Ratchet astride his lower thorax, his core vents dented where Ratchet had gripped them. The CMO was becoming aware of various aches where his own armor, and even parts of his underlying structure had been similarly bent by the strength of Prime’s fervor. They were both scorched - cooling metal creaked and popped, a haze of smoke rose slowly toward the ceiling. Fine, branching lines were etched across their chests, still glowing red. But the pain wasn’t enough to distract him from the one clear thought singing through all his processors.
I was wrong! Optimus, I was wrong! There are autonomic fail-safes built in!
Rrratchet…
It can be done safely! If the process fails we simply overload in the usual way! Optimus, I’m sorry…there was no way to know until we tried it…
Ratchet! The s-spark… Hurry…!
Heh, don’t worry, I have you. Ratchet clambered unsteadily to his feet, but his hands were firm on the control panel. A magnetic field extruded as a tube, snaking down to Optimus and the new little spark he clasped desperately to his open chest. The sparklet was drawn into the prepared tank where a rough lozenge of protomass donated by himself and Optimus awaited it.
Ratchet watched with joy and fascination as the spark nestled into its new home. Now, the pattern. He drew a cable from the tank and plugged it into Prime’s main data port. Optimus pushed everything through as soon as the connection stabilized, but this was no small, simple file, and even at Cybertronian upload speeds it took several seconds. The overlay meshed with the spark and the protomass, all of it so young, still evolving. It was better than either of them had dared hope.
It’s integrating already, Optimus! I didn’t think it would… Optimus?
Prime lay still, optics dimming, flickering…dark. At least his chest had sealed itself shut again. Ratchet tore his gaze from the new spark long enough to scan Prime, making sure he was just in recharge not something worse. Getting the big bot onto a resting platform was going to be problematic in Ratchet’s also-depleted condition. Everyone else was far from the base, by design in case this had gone wrong.
“Oh well. Not the first time we’ve recharged on the floor, eh?” Making sure once again that all was well with the sparkling, the growth tank humming along, Ratchet sank down gratefully at Optimus’ side. Curling against his leader’s vast flank, he shut himself down system by system, into blissful recharge.
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Notes: Tried to cleave pretty close to movie!verse, even while shamelessly stealing a couple of ideas from two other continuities. (Continuity? We don' need no steenkeeng continuity!) Also, yeah, this is part of a larger WIP, but I won't inflict the whole thing on you guys, don't worry. ^__________^
ETA: Revised! ^_^
Table of Contents
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Author: tainry
Pairing: Optimus/Ratchet
Rating: PG-13? Hard to say. No humans, no squishy stuff, so...
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money.
Summary: Prime and Ratch get together for some thigh-shaking, chrome-denting spark!smex!! With the aim to create a new spark -- if they survive the interface...
This…process…is difficult. And dangerous. To risk two sparks in creating just one? Optimus…I don’t know… Ratchet busied himself with preparing the tanks, triple-checking equipment that was used to heal the gravely wounded, now painstakingly modified. In the six Earth-years since the Matrix revealed this to you, none of us has made the attempt. I conceded Jazz, that was weird enough, but this? It’s too risky, there are too few of us as it is.
And thus the reason we must try.
They would both need to maintain the highest level of control - during overload itself. Not giving in to the pleasure, but manipulating their sparks in a staggeringly precise way even while all their systems discharged. If something went wrong, both of them would die. The resulting crater would be unapproachable by humans for millennia. None of their kind had done this for billions of years.
Uniting with Prime was always overwhelming. Euphoric, but not without the spice of fear. One risked dissolution in the Allspark, getting too close. But Ratchet followed a well-honed discipline of self-awareness and control. It was why Optimus had chosen him for this, despite not wanting to risk both himself and their sole Medical Officer. It was simply that the two of them stood the best chance of succeeding.
Ratchet turned, unable to delay any longer. All the equipment was operating at peak efficiency. He swiped at an imaginary fleck of dust before raising his optics to face Optimus.
Prime stood still. Blue-white light flickered through the millimeter gap in his spark chamber, the power spilling across spectra humans hadn’t discovered yet. Every necessary port was exposed, beckoning. Every cable already thrumming with energy, glowing faintly at their golden tips.
“Primus…” For a moment, Ratchet felt like a young bot again, approaching his first interface. Nervousness was foolish. He needed to bring all his concentration and intellect to bear. And it wasn’t as though he and Optimus had never interfaced before. But this was…
Life and death, all in one moment. In one choice.
Ratchet…
Not an order. A plea. Optimus’ body coruscated with energy; waves overlapping, interference patterns keyed toward additive, leveling the troughs while sending the peaks higher and higher. Unleashing the power he kept contained most of the time.
Ratchet moved toward him slowly, as though his substance was being drawn through solid matter. Not against his will - quite the opposite. Resisting this gravity made him stronger, and he needed that strength. He readied himself as Optimus knelt, opening ports, extending cables, bracing every processor for the task ahead. Connection by connection they sank within. Physical lines were crucial; no transmission left to chance or interference.
Yet there was nothing perfunctory about this. Optimus embraced him with such tenderness his knees buckled and he fell against the larger mech with more force than he’d meant to.
Careful. The transmitted glyph unfolded in a complex geometry of concern/warning, reaction/mirroring, desire/love, could be our last please if you’re not ready have doubts is your need so great we won’t do this now I fear for the pattern I hold we must make the vessel soon merge soon if this works hope for all of us new beginning it means everything if we sacrifice life now nothing passed on all ending. A faint undercurrent of amusement and surprise at the fierceness of Ratchet’s passion threaded beneath like ribbons of starlit nebulae. The last cable struck home, and Ratchet moaned softly at the solid impact, his mind flooding with Prime. His chest parted.
Ratchet allowed his head to fall back for an endless moment. Then he grasped Optimus firmly, focusing, synchronizing the spin of their cores, their frontal armor groaning with the pressure. They grappled with one another, forcing their sparks into as close a proximity as physically possible. Power surged and seethed, and still they clung to a fragile equilibrium of surrender and control. Optimus, whose mind was in a sense already a composite, buffered Ratchet from the rising tide of curiosity and recognition from the Matrix. Ratchet felt it seeping into the edges of his being nonetheless, but he didn’t fight it. All his will was concentrated on the merging sparks, almost touching but not quite. Their coronas overlapped, tendrils of power reached out, data poured across the cables, Optimus made an atavistic, inarticulate sound - and the real work began.
Tighter and deeper they entwined, plunging down to the fundamental structures of space-time, drawing out sparkmatter, weaving it together in eleven dimensions. At first it was difficult and frightening, each strand slipping and lashing about like unruly lightning. But after a certain number had coalesced a tipping point was reached, and the new spark itself seemed to choose its component strings. The coiling dance spiraled between the two bots, who clung to one another literally for dear life, their spark chambers open so wide less well-armored parts of them were melting.
Pulling in a last few wisps, the new spark contracted suddenly, spinning on its own - and ignited. Ratchet and Prime, shaking so hard their joints were being damaged, held on, hoping against hope to contain a blast that never came. Overloaded circuits burned through them with exquisite fire. At last, finding themselves still alive, they surrendered to the rushing tumult of rapture, minds shorting out, bodies collapsing. The new spark bright and hot and safe between them.
Optimus lay prone on the floor, Ratchet astride his lower thorax, his core vents dented where Ratchet had gripped them. The CMO was becoming aware of various aches where his own armor, and even parts of his underlying structure had been similarly bent by the strength of Prime’s fervor. They were both scorched - cooling metal creaked and popped, a haze of smoke rose slowly toward the ceiling. Fine, branching lines were etched across their chests, still glowing red. But the pain wasn’t enough to distract him from the one clear thought singing through all his processors.
I was wrong! Optimus, I was wrong! There are autonomic fail-safes built in!
Rrratchet…
It can be done safely! If the process fails we simply overload in the usual way! Optimus, I’m sorry…there was no way to know until we tried it…
Ratchet! The s-spark… Hurry…!
Heh, don’t worry, I have you. Ratchet clambered unsteadily to his feet, but his hands were firm on the control panel. A magnetic field extruded as a tube, snaking down to Optimus and the new little spark he clasped desperately to his open chest. The sparklet was drawn into the prepared tank where a rough lozenge of protomass donated by himself and Optimus awaited it.
Ratchet watched with joy and fascination as the spark nestled into its new home. Now, the pattern. He drew a cable from the tank and plugged it into Prime’s main data port. Optimus pushed everything through as soon as the connection stabilized, but this was no small, simple file, and even at Cybertronian upload speeds it took several seconds. The overlay meshed with the spark and the protomass, all of it so young, still evolving. It was better than either of them had dared hope.
It’s integrating already, Optimus! I didn’t think it would… Optimus?
Prime lay still, optics dimming, flickering…dark. At least his chest had sealed itself shut again. Ratchet tore his gaze from the new spark long enough to scan Prime, making sure he was just in recharge not something worse. Getting the big bot onto a resting platform was going to be problematic in Ratchet’s also-depleted condition. Everyone else was far from the base, by design in case this had gone wrong.
“Oh well. Not the first time we’ve recharged on the floor, eh?” Making sure once again that all was well with the sparkling, the growth tank humming along, Ratchet sank down gratefully at Optimus’ side. Curling against his leader’s vast flank, he shut himself down system by system, into blissful recharge.
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Notes: Tried to cleave pretty close to movie!verse, even while shamelessly stealing a couple of ideas from two other continuities. (Continuity? We don' need no steenkeeng continuity!) Also, yeah, this is part of a larger WIP, but I won't inflict the whole thing on you guys, don't worry. ^__________^
ETA: Revised! ^_^
Table of Contents
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